Chapter 4 The Masturbation-Addicted Saintess
The Masturbation-Addicted Saintess
"The Holy Sword has returned!"
The Church located within the territory of the Stein Empire was in a state of emergency.
This was because the Holy Sword, said to be born alongside the Hero's destiny, had returned once more.
"...Does this mean the previous Hero has died?"
Rumors of the Hero Party's dissolution had already reached their ears.
They were also aware that Beatrice Runfield, the Saintess who had originally belonged to the Hero Party, had returned. The problem was the return of the Holy Sword.
The Holy Sword does not return until the Hero dies. And its return meant they would have to select a new Hero for the next generation.
"This is troublesome."
A shadow of concern fell across the face of the Pope, who could be called the master of the Church.
Selecting the Hero for this generation didn't seem like it would go smoothly.
***
"Beatrice! Come out for a bit!"
"I'm sorry, Bishop! I just need a little more time alone."
The Bishop, who had raised Beatrice since childhood, let out a sigh. But that was the end of it.
He didn't make any particular effort to force Beatrice out of her room.
'Well, it must still be hard for her.'
It was difficult to assume the shock she must have felt after the Hero Party's dissolution had fully subsided yet. Moreover, with the recent news of the former Hero's death, the shock she must be feeling now would be even more substantial.
"Still, try to pull yourself together soon. Staying broken for too long isn't good for you."
The Bishop left a meal by her door before departing.
"......"
No reply came. The Bishop could only sigh and hope the Saintess would recover as soon as possible.
Some time later, the door to Beatrice's room opened. She quickly grabbed the meal tray and locked the door again.
"I thought I'd been caught..."
Nearly a week had passed since Saintess Beatrice last made an official public appearance. Inside her room, she was fervently engrossed in masturbation—yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't quite reach climax.
Vrrrrr. In one corner of the bed, a vibrator the size of an average man's forearm rolled around, glistening wet. Clearly, she had just been using it. Still, dissatisfaction was written all over Beatrice's face.
"...Seriously, this is so annoying."
Her dripping pussy throbbed, craving even more intense stimulation. The golden pubic hair, identical to the locks on her head, was already soaked and clung limply to her skin. Beatrice's hand trailed downward again. At first, her fingers moved gently, but soon their pace quickened, rubbing her clit and pressing against her flushed labia.
"Ahh..."
Squelch. Squish. Squelch. Hot breaths escaped Beatrice's lips. One finger wasn't enough—soon, her slender index and middle fingers slowly pushed inside her wet entrance. As she thrust wildly, pleasure gradually colored the edges of her vision. The speed of her hand only grew faster.
"I'm gonna—gonna cum... Hhaaah!"
The bedsheet dampened beneath her as Beatrice's body trembled. An unmistakable climax. Her fingers slipped out, revealing the still-twitching walls of her pussy. A far cry from the pious image of a saintess—this was Beatrice in her true form: a perverted woman obsessed with masturbation.
"This isn't nearly enough..."
Lately, Beatrice's nerves had been unusually sharp. Before, masturbation alone had been enough to satisfy her urges. But joining the Hero Party had changed everything. Truthfully, she hadn't even belonged in that group. A saintess of her caliber could have easily been welcomed into the Empire's knight order instead. Yet she had joined for one reason alone:
'I wanted to get railed by a fresh, impressive cock...'
She had no prior experience with men. Her only exposure had been through secretly purchased erotic novels and risqué literature. As a girl, those had been enough—but lately, they weren't cutting it anymore. That's why she had applied to the Hero Party. She'd assumed the Hero would be just like the men in her books: physically strong and skilled in bed.
Her expectations had been utterly shattered.
'Three fucking seconds? What a goddamn two-pump chump.'
After defeating one of the Four Heavenly Kings, she'd finally gotten her chance with the Hero—only for him to cum in three seconds, barely even hard. Her dream of having her hymen torn by the Hero crumbled to dust. And then he'd just... fallen asleep, satisfied. In the end, she hadn't even lost her virginity, yet her first "experience" had been stolen from her. Since then, her daily routine had been locking herself in her room, moaning as she masturbated endlessly. She knew—if this continued, she'd be ruined beyond repair.
"But just a little more...?"
Beatrice still hadn't reached the mind-blowing climax she craved. It always felt like she was missing that final 2%. Maybe she needed penetration—but she didn't want to lose her virginity to some fake dildo.
'I wish someone would just break into the Church and ravage me already.'
A small wish, but one that would never come true. No criminal, no matter how depraved, would dare invade the Church. So it remained just that—a tiny, impossible fantasy.
"Hahh..."
Just imagining it made her pussy wet again.
***
"Kill all men!"
"Men, kill them all! Women, rape them all!"
Not long after the Demon Army arrived in the human realm, they immediately reached a village on the borders of the Stein Empire. "We've prepared accommodations for you, Grand General."
"Well done."
After giving a thumbs-up to one of the Demon Army's officers who spoke with evident pride, I stepped into the village without hesitation. It was an unforgettable place. 'The very spot where they called me a premature ejaculator, deceived me, and drove me out.'
My footsteps naturally led me to a particular establishment—a tavern located in the central square. Inside, I saw people kneeling with their wrists bound. Two women and one man. The stench of blood hung thick in the air. "Long time no see. Well, perhaps not that long."
"......You are?"
"Seems you recognize me. I'd have been disappointed if you hadn't."
The man who recognized me was none other than the tavern owner who had kicked me out back then. He might have done it for the sake of his customers' comfort, but to me, it was an unforgivable insult. "How dare a so-called Hero commit such atrocities! The Goddess will not stand for this!"
"And what of it?"
Swish. With a light flick of my sword, the tavern owner's head tumbled to the ground. Witnessing the murder before their eyes, the two bound women gasped in horror. "D-Dad!"
"Darling!"
Seemed like they were the tavern owner's family. Not that it mattered—I had already made up my mind. "Your eyes look dangerous. That's why I had to put you down."
I gestured toward my crotch as I spoke. My investment in the Virility stat was paying off. "You sick fucking pervert! You just killed someone!"
Unlike the mother trembling in fear, the daughter's eyes burned red with fury as she screamed. Jet-black hair like ebony, sharp eyes, and the faintest trace of tears—she was exactly my type. Though the woman kept shouting, I merely smirked. Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed her breasts. They were plump and sizable. "KYAAAAH! Wh-where do you think you're touching?!"
The woman recoiled in shock, but my impression was nothing short of satisfied. "I like these big tits. Judging by how hard your nipples are, seems like you were hoping someone would touch them."
"Shut your mouth!! Let me go right now!"
"Why, got a date with some other guy? That'd be a little disappointing."
"Shut up and let me go!"
After listening for a bit, her shrill voice was starting to grate on me. I tightened my grip around her throat. Her eyes reddened further, likely from the pain. "So damn noisy. You know exactly why I've kept you alive, don't you?"
I intended to dominate the human realm thoroughly, just as the Demon Army should. I squeezed the breast I was holding. The woman's ample flesh crumpled under my grip. "The texture's fantastic."
Not quite on par with the succubus I'd fucked on the first day, but there was a modest charm to it. By now, my lower half was fully swollen. I couldn't hold back anymore. "If you squeeze tight, I'll let you live."
Riiip. I tore the woman's clothes apart roughly. Her soaked underwear was exposed, already drenched and offering no protection. "Pretty pussy. You a virgin?"
The woman sobbed, her voice trembling. "I-I am... Please, just let me go...!"
"Perfect. Let's see how a virgin pussy tastes."
I lined up my cock with her weeping slit, watching her expression. "N-no! Get it out! Pull it out right now!"
The way she jerked and wailed the moment I pushed in slightly was delightful. "Magnificent."
The moment my cock entered her, I felt the tight squeeze. Definitely a virgin. "AAAAAAAH!"
The woman shrieked in a piercing cry—clearly, the pain was intense.
Below, I could see the hymen tearing as blood trickled down. The resistance was only momentary—I grabbed the woman's hips with both hands and shoved my cock even deeper inside. Her body trembled violently.
[The woman's resentment has accumulated. Dark energy has increased.]
[Horns have grown. Special skill 'Heat' has been unlocked.]
"Heat? Interesting."
The skill's name was self-explanatory enough that I didn't even need to read the description.