The Resisting Saintess

I immediately swung Tyrfing toward Beatrice. It was a strike brimming with demonic energy. For an ordinary person, a single hit would undoubtedly leave them either poisoned by the miasma or severely wounded. But my opponent was a saintess—this level ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of demonic energy was something she could easily shrug off. Moreover, as long as the injury wasn't fatal, she could recover using Divine Power or by sprinkling holy water. Clergy like her were annoyingly resilient, their bodies reacting far better to holy relics ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠than ordinary people. Her current reaction was proof of that. "O sacred light, grant me strength!"

"Resistance is futile!"

BOOM! The storm of demonic energy immediately began to swallow the saintess's body. "Ugh...!"

The arm struck by the miasma darkened. The saintess furrowed her brow and muttered softly, "The Almighty Goddess says, 'Purify the darkness!'"

For a brief moment, an unbearably bright light blossomed, and just like that, the saintess's wounds were healed. "Still as impressive as ever."

Even back when I was the Hero, the saintess had been an asset to the party thanks to her Divine Power. She was even more useful when we hunted the Four Heavenly Kings. After all, Divine Power was fundamentally a force that purified darkness. But the situation now was different. Back then, there were others to follow up after purification—now, there weren't. A purification chant meant nothing if there was no follow-up attack. Whether she knew that or not, the saintess's gaze sharpened as she looked at me. I quietly leveled Tyrfing at her. "Still as feisty as ever. I was worried you might've changed."

"How insolent. To think you, who abandoned humanity and groveled at the Demon King's feet, dare speak of pride!"

"Pride? Sorry, but you were the ones who cast me aside first. And now you blame me for lacking pride?"

As I clenched my fist, a violent surge of demonic energy swept forth. Given that it was already a force impossible to ignore, the saintess's face slowly hardened. "You truly have forsaken humanity. How disappointing."

"Disappointing? That's my line. If you hadn't spread those ridiculous rumors, I wouldn't have had to go this far!"

"Rumors?"

"Don't play dumb!"

I lunged straight at Beatrice. The saintess bit her lip. BOOM! I deliberately struck with the flat of my blade to avoid a clean hit. Of course, the impact would still be considerable, but I had no intention of turning her into minced meat in an instant. Whether from pain or shock, the saintess let out a scream. And even that scream was... enticing. A sudden idea struck me. 'Should I try out that new skill I got?'

It was the skill Heat, which I hadn't used even once yet. I was curious—what kind of face would this feisty saintess make? But to toy with her using the skill, I needed to subdue her a little more. 'I don't want to kill her or chop off limbs.'

That was a hard pass for me. I wanted the saintess—whole and unharmed—in my grasp. Slowly, I gathered demonic energy in my right hand. One perk of becoming a demon was that I no longer took damage from miasma. "What are you planning now?!"

"Just making you a little more obedient."

Normally, those poisoned by demonic energy would slowly waste away. But the saintess, thanks to her innate Divine Power, could purify the miasma, reducing its effects to mere weakness. And that was exactly what I needed right now. "Kgh—!"

Sure enough, when I wrapped my miasma-charged hand around the saintess's throat, she could only writhe helplessly, unable to do anything else. It was almost boring. She wasn't a battle saintess, nor was she a paladin. Maybe it was only natural she couldn't put up more of a fight. "How dull. Let's end this."

I tightened my grip around her throat even harder.

The Saintess's grip loosened, and she dropped the holy scripture she had been holding. Now that she had even lost her scripture, there was nothing left she could do. Thud. The moment I released my grip, her legs gave way. She collapsed right in the center of the Church's main hall. I stomped on the fallen scripture with my foot. Her defeat was absolute. The Saintess trembled violently, her expression one of utter humiliation.

"...Just kill me."

Despite her words, her eyes burned with unmistakable fury. Knowing the Saintess's personality as I did, I was certain she was grinding her teeth at me even in that moment. She was probably making some kind of vow—swearing she would never submit to me. As far as I was concerned, there was no need to humor her any further.

"Why would I kill you? I'm just getting started with what I want to do."

"What did you say?"

I flicked my wrist, stashing Tyrfing back into subspace. Then, I began stripping off my clothes. Thanks to the points I'd invested in my Physique stat, a well-toned body was revealed.

"W-what are you doing?!"

The Saintess's face flushed red as she turned her head away. I couldn't understand her reaction.

"You've already seen everything there is to see—what's the problem now?"

"You... don't tell me—"

It seemed she had finally realized her position. Honestly, she could be painfully slow sometimes.

"Didn't you already expect this? Did you really think I came all this way just to kill you?"

"...Do whatever you want! It's not like I'd ever submit to a pathetic two-pump chump like you!"

"Two-pump chump, huh...?"

She still had the nerve to run her mouth. Seizing the moment, I stripped off the rest of my clothes, baring everything below the waist. My pride and joy stood fully erect. The Saintess gaped in shock at the sight.

"Wh-what the hell?! That's not the one I knew...!"

Her face was a picture of utter bewilderment.

"Just wait. I'll make sure you won't be calling me a 'two-pump chump' by the time I'm done."

***

I hesitated for a moment. Should I defile the Saintess right here in the open, where the entire Demon Army could watch? Or should I take her somewhere more private? After a brief deliberation, I chose the latter. For now, I wanted to savor her all to myself. Besides, most of the Demon Army was busy claiming their own spoils of war. So, the location I settled on was inside the Church—specifically, the Saintess's own room.

The Saintess's chamber, which I was seeing for the first time, was far more chaotic than I'd imagined.

"Huh..."

The clothes strewn across the floor—underwear included—were the least of my concerns. What really caught my eye were the self-pleasure tools as thick as my forearm. Not just one, but several of them lay scattered about. And the bed—clearly soaked, with wet trails still visible. Anyone could tell she had been enthusiastically engaged in certain activities just moments ago.

"Don't misunderstand! This is just because the Demon Army invaded and I didn't have time to clean up!"

"Right... sure..."

I nodded, though I had no intention of believing her. Not that it mattered—this was only temporary. Without hesitation, I threw her onto the bed.

"Ah! Let me go!"

She swung a fist filled with defiance, but without her Divine Power and with so little strength left, it wasn't the least bit intimidating.

"Feisty. I like that."

I immediately began forcibly stripping off her priestly robes—the signature black vestments of the clergy. She thrashed in protest, but it was useless.

"If you're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠not even a virgin, why are you struggling so much?!"

Since removing the robes was proving difficult, I simply tore them apart. The breasts hidden beneath the modest ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠attire were finally exposed. They were massive—at a glance, easily a G-cup. Unlike her plain priestly robes, the lingerie underneath was surprisingly lavish.

My first impression was excellent. Her nipples were a clean pink color, and the areolas were quite large, perfectly proportionate to her ample breasts.

"Get off! Get the hell off me!"

"Shut up, you damn bitch."

Never mind the squirming female body before me—just thinking that this slut was probably the one who spread rumors about me being a premature ejaculator made me want to show her no mercy.

I immediately began kneading Beatrice's voluptuous breasts. The moment my hands touched them, her nipples hardened stiffly.

Apparently, her sensitivity was absurdly good. The atmosphere was completely different from when I'd interacted with her as the Hero.

"You're getting turned on from this, huh? Making your nipples this hard?"

There had been an experience between us—if you could even call it that. A dark chapter of my past. Back then, I hadn't bothered with foreplay or anything, just went straight for penetration. Naturally, I hadn't had the time to properly appreciate her body.

"Just die already!"

The Saintess thrashed and swung her fist again. Curious about how it would feel, I didn't dodge—only to feel a soft, feather-like punch. It didn't hurt at all, so there was no reason to avoid it.

Ignoring her resistance, I slowly slid my hand downward. The provocative red lingerie was already soaked.

"What's this? You're already wet?"

I didn't know the reason, but the fact that she was wet was good news to me. I immediately buried my nose in it.

Sniff, sniff.

A thick, musky scent of a woman wafted up through the fabric. There was no way this smell could have come from just what she'd leaked moments ago.

"You've been going crazy masturbating here, haven't you?"

The Saintess's face flushed red. Seems like I'd hit the mark.

"I can't hold back anymore."

The moment I caught that scent of her pussy, patience was no longer an option.

I yanked her panties down without hesitation. Ignoring how they clung to her thick thighs, I forced her legs apart with sheer strength, overpowering any resistance from the Saintess.

"...I'll... kill you... I swear..."

"Yeah, yeah, noted. Now let's see how well you can get this pussy wet."

The Saintess's face turned crimson. Despite her shame, her lower half grew increasingly damp.

Her thick bush had already accepted the situation.