The Arrogant Saintess

[Deep resentment strengthens Tyrfing.]

[One of Tyrfing's skills has been unlocked. The skill 'Piercing Eye' has been activated.]

[Piercing Eye: Lv.1]

Allows you to see through an opponent's status.

※ May not work on certain targets.

[Cooldown: 10 minutes]

After making the Saintess masturbate repeatedly, I'd gained access to a new skill.

Apparently, the demonic sword I wielded grew stronger by feeding on others' resentment. Quite ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fitting for a demonic sword, don't you think?

'More importantly, is this bitch really harboring resentment against me right now?'

How dare a mere sex slave accumulate resentment? I needed to thoroughly correct her attitude, slowly but surely.

"Hey, sex slave."

"Yeeesss...?"

Her voice trembled. When I looked at her face, her eyes were half-lidded.

'Should I try using it?'

The perfect test subject was right before me.

'Activate Piercing Eye!'

[Name: Beatrice Runfield]

[Affiliation: Church]

[Class: Saintess]

[Gender: Female]

[Current Status: Aroused, Angry, Resentful]

'Interesting.'

It was an ability that let me view information as if inspecting an opponent in a game.

'Does the status only reflect what they're currently feeling?'

I wished I could see more details, but unfortunately, this was the limit for now. More pressing was the need to punish her for something.

"Sex slave."

"Yeeess...?"

Perhaps it was because I'd ordered her to pinch her clitoris as hard as she could—Beatrice's reaction was unusual.

'But still, how dare a sex slave hold resentment?'

The more I thought about it, the more it pissed me off. Now that things had come to this, stacking more resentment didn't seem like a bad idea. I was curious what other skills might unlock.

"Get up."

The Saintess stood without a word. Even as she rose, she didn't stop pinching her clitoris. At this point, I couldn't tell if she was doing it because she enjoyed it or simply because I'd ordered her to.

"Since when does a sex slave have such a bad attitude?"

"Huh? What do you mean...?"

Beatrice failed to control her expression, as if her thoughts had been laid bare. Her face betrayed everything.

I continued in a cold tone.

"You clearly have complaints about me."

"That's not true......"

She stammered in panic.

"No?"

"......"

Smack!

I immediately slapped her across the face. The Saintess's body flinched.

"No?"

"I'm sorry......"

"Just words?"

When I raised my hand again, Beatrice immediately squeezed her eyes shut. She expected another hit.

But I'm a man who treats his sex slaves with care.

"Kneel."

"Y-yes...?"

The Saintess hurriedly moved into position. The way her breasts swayed as she moved was nothing short of artistic.

I stepped closer until my hips were right in front of her face. My cock, balls, and asshole were undoubtedly now in her direct line of sight.

"Since you're sorry, suck my balls."

I plopped down onto her face without hesitation. The sensation of her nose pressing against my groin was unmistakable.

"Ughh..."

Soon after, the sensation of soft lips enveloped my balls.

"Since it's Master's balls, suck them with care. This is where the cum that gets shot into you comes from."

Her body trembled violently, as if it had a vibration function. She was probably shuddering in disgust. But that only made ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it more satisfying.

"Slurp, schlop."

Beatrice began slowly sucking on my balls. The word "Hatred" was added to her status.

"Not sucking properly?"

I rubbed my ass against her face once more.

"Kgh...!"

After a moment, her sucking became noticeably more vigorous. Quite satisfying.

'Guess this much isn't enough to fill the resentment stack.'

I wondered how much was needed, but unfortunately, it seemed far from sufficient—Tyrfing didn't even react.

"Reflected a little?"

"......Yes, I've reflected. I won't have any more insolent thoughts..."

A few strands of hair clung to her face. The Saintess, looking up at me with a tearful expression, was unbearably arousing.

"Ha, so fucking hot."

"......Please. It hurts too much."

I glanced down at the Saintess's lower half. It was clearly red and swollen, looking quite painful. Honestly, I could've just shoved it in—what did it matter? But I reconsidered.

'No, she's a sex ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slave I plan to use long-term. If her condition worsens, it's only me who loses out.'

I really wanted to tear open her backdoor right then and there.

'Should I just do it?'

Still, I could at least hear her opinion. After all, I'm someone who cares for my sex slaves.

"Hey, sex slave."

"Yes......"

By now, Beatrice seemed accustomed to the title, responding without much resistance.

"I wanna wreck your ass. Can I?"

"Wh... what?"

The Saintess's face twisted. She clearly hated the idea.

"You said your pussy hurts. So I'm thinking of taking you from behind."

"Are you really a slave to lust? Isn't there an option to, say, take a break?"

"Nope."

Obviously.

"......Can't we just use my mouth?"

"Your mouth? You confident?"

"I'll... try my best."

***

I wanted to kiss her first, but I wasn't keen on kissing the mouth that had just been sucking my balls.

So I had her give me a blowjob instead. Beatrice slowly took the head between her lips. Her tongue moved languidly, stimulating the tip.

But it was sorely lacking.

'Disappointing.'

After experiencing the way her pussy clenched like a living creature just yesterday, receiving such passive head left me deeply unsatisfied.

"Use your tongue better."

"How......?"

"Like you're sucking candy."

Even after instructing her, Beatrice's technique barely improved. I kept remembering Ria, who had delivered such magnificent blowjobs.

"At this rate, you could suck all day and I still wouldn't cum."

I immediately grabbed the Saintess's head.

"Ghk?!"

She seemed briefly startled, but I soon started moving my hips. I imagined her mouth was her pussy.

"Gghk! Ggghk!"

I must've hit deep in her throat—tears instantly welled up in the Saintess's eyes.

"Look at my face."

Even as my cock ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ravaged her mouth, Beatrice managed to tilt her gaze upward at me. Extremely satisfying.

Looking down at her face as she sucked my cock, a sense of conquest welled up inside me. Was it because I'd shoved it so deep inside her?

Her expression faltered slightly. But even that was a pleasure to watch. She was so beautiful that even when she winced or her face contorted, she still looked breathtaking. And knowing that I was the only one who got to see her like this—well, that was satisfying in more ways than one.

Soon, the signal came.

"I'm cumming."

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

"Gghhk!"

Maybe because I shot my load straight down her throat, Beatrice's body jerked momentarily. After finishing, I pulled my now slightly softened cock out of her mouth. Semen dripped from the corners of her lips. She seemed to be in real distress, coughing and gagging uncontrollably.

"Open your mouth."

Beatrice immediately obeyed. Her mouth was filled with my cum.

"Swallow it all."

"Y-Yes...?"

"I said swallow."

For a moment, she raised a hand to cover her mouth. It seemed like swallowing it was quite the ordeal. But of course, being the perfect little sex slave she was, she managed to gulp it all down.

"How does it taste?"

"Bitter..."

"And besides that?"

"......"

Silence again. Maybe if I made her live on nothing but my cum for the next few days, she'd answer faster.

"From now on, practice your blowjobs."

"Blowjobs...?"

"Sucking cock with your mouth."

"Y-Yes..."

Her answer lacked confidence. She needed pushing.

"If you don't practice, you're getting nothing but my cum instead of meals for a while."

"...I'll practice. I will!"

Training her in fellatio was important. That way, I could make her clean me up with her mouth later too.

As my first sex slave, Beatrice needed to excel.

"Hey, slut."

"Yes, Master..."

Now she even called me "Master" on her own. Of course, if she didn't, I'd just pinch her clit until she did.

"You still in touch with the others?"

"The others...?"

"Your old party members."

"Ah..."

Honestly, aside from Beatrice, it was hard to pin down the whereabouts of the others.

As the Saintess, Beatrice was naturally tied to the Church, but figuring out where Eloi or Bel might be was trickier. The only one I could somewhat predict was Camilla—she was probably at the Magic Tower.

"I haven't contacted them separately."

"Oh? That's a shame."

"But I do know where they are."

"You do? How?"

"A priest who recently attended a meeting at the Magic Tower told me. He said one of my former colleagues is there."

"Yeah? Then our next destination should be the Magic Tower."

But Beatrice's expression darkened.

"Isn't that... a little dangerous...?"

"Why? What's dangerous about it?"

"It's the Magic Tower."

Short and to the point. It was dangerous because it was the Magic Tower.

"If we were going as guests, maybe. But breaking in would be downright stupid."

"How do we go as guests, then?"

"You'd need at least a noble title to even have a chance."

"A noble title...?"

"Yeah..."

No obvious solution came to mind. Now that I was part of the demon race, obtaining a noble title was next to impossible.

Then, an idea struck me.

"There is a way!"

"What is it...?"

Beatrice asked nervously. I declared it boldly.

"We just fuck a noble and blackmail them. Problem solved."

Beatrice immediately shut her mouth.

"Let's head to the nearest kingdom and start conquering."