Chapter 56
Chapter 56
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: After the Illusion
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[Desire has been resolved.]
[Releasing the illusion.]
With the magic circle's notification, I confirmed our return to reality and wiped the sweat trickling down my forehead.
“Phew.”
The floor was soiled with the white turbid fluid I had scattered everywhere.
My dick, drenched in the saintess's saliva, love juices, and semen, was still panting away, its erection refusing to fully subside as if demanding more.
I soothed the shaft that threatened to spring right back up and cast Cleanse and Purification spells on both the saintess and myself.
Whoosh!
Mana flowed, thoroughly washing away every bit of filth clinging to my body.
The saintess fared the same. Her body, smeared with all sorts of fluids, was cleansed spotless.
I gazed down at her naked form.
The vivid handprints and bite marks etched on her breasts.
All of them my doing.
The realization that I had left marks that had no business being on the body of a saintess who was supposed to remain pure sent a thrill of conquest surging through my chest.
Those beautiful breasts—pink nipples blooming like flowers atop snowy hillocks—were so enticing I ached to ravage them over and over.
‘Time to stow away the distractions.’
I draped her in clothes from the shop.
Her priestess robes had already been shredded beyond recognition by my hands.
No way was I putting that ruined mess back on her.
“Glad it ended without a hitch.”
You have no idea how hard I worked to keep my dick out of her real pussy.
Sure, I'd shoved it down her throat and ravaged her gullet, but that was unavoidable.
It was all buildup to make the illusion feel real.
I'd ground my shaft against her sopping-wet slit, kneaded her tits to muddle her senses.
On top of that, I'd made her bite down on the goddess statue in the illusion to dull her awareness of the sensations at her pussy.
She thought it was the goddess statue, but it was just a dildo from the shop—she'd never know.
She'd carry the guilt of desecrating it instead.
Thanks to that setup, even without penetrating her pussy or womb, she'd fully registered the "rape," gotten wildly aroused, and climaxed over and over.
Frankly, I'd barely restrained the urge to just slam in repeatedly.
With a saintess stripped bare before me, hips bucking as she begged for my cock—how was any man supposed to hold back?
What guy wouldn't lose it seeing a woman worshipped as a saintess reduced to a panting bitch desperate for him?
But my rationality, hanging by a thread, had reined me in.
Asking if I really wanted to claim her true virginity and paint a target on my back as the church's public enemy.
‘Dodged a bullet there.’
If my dick had slipped even slightly and plunged in... A chill ran down my spine.
“Good job holding out. Seriously.”
I covered the unconscious Eirin's body with a blanket, then approached the magic circle to inspect the anomaly.
I pulled up the results report for the magic circle's operation on the saintess.
Computation speed. Mana consumption per hour. Any snags in the process.
Especially any mana-hogging bottlenecks—the report covered it all.
I checked the table every time I ran the circle on a customer.
The metrics displayed were impressively stable.
Not quite as efficient as when I assisted the process, but the raw performance had spiked accordingly.
Compared to the old days when the circle handled everything solo, this was at least double the capability.
“You little troublemaker. Why'd you suddenly evolve on your own like that? I just wanted a quick test, and you went and activated all on your lonesome.”
Even without my support, it'd crunched the numbers and spun up the illusion independently.
Sure, no extra characters showed up, and the scene stayed confined to that cramped church interior, but zero errors from start to finish on pure autopilot?
That's huge.
‘The only change is this golden pattern.’
The golden glyph that had appeared on the circle after exposure to divine power.
The saintess's divine energy had etched it in, boosting the circle's performance.
Never heard of divine power enhancing a magic circle before.
Hell, magic circles even accepting divine power was unheard of.
Was it the overwhelming density of her divine power that made it possible?
The upgrade was undeniable.
So I needed to dig into why it happened—and what ripple effects it'd have going forward.
‘One rogue activation like today is plenty.’
No matter how juiced-up the performance, if it kept bucking my control, I'd roll back to the prior version.
A blade that's too sharp to wield is worthless.
Could even backfire on me.
‘And the sharper it gets, the deadlier a single slip-up.’
Master would've pinpointed the cause in seconds.
‘Miss you, Master.’
Wonder when she'd reply.
Looked like I'd be buried in circle diagnostics for a while.
Eirin had a wonderful dream.
—You don't need to be a saintess anymore. Come with me.
The white-horsed prince she'd longed for had come for her, telling her she could abandon her saintess duties.
A dream of riding off with him to a beautiful castle.
“Ah.”
Awakening to the fact it was just a dream, Eirin let out a sigh.
That sigh carried the divine power that had sealed her voice for so long, thick upon her lips.
“...The divine power's still there.”
She murmured in a whisper.
It had all been a dream.
Her time with the white-horsed prince.
And everything she'd shared with Max in the illusion.
Her face burned at the mere thought.
Herself, melting in the devil's embrace with lusty gasps.
Begging for his cock while blaspheming the goddess.
Stuffing the goddess statue in her mouth and licking it like a dick.
It all came flooding back.
‘Insane.’
Her first normal conversation in ages.
His appearance was devilish, but that hardly mattered.
Just talking like a person had made her so happy.
And she knew why: Max wasn't a devil.
It was easy, natural—like her first taste of human emotion.
That was why.
Why she'd felt those forbidden human urges and carnal desires as a saintess.
‘A careless slip-up, nothing more.’
With her divine power restored, she just wouldn't let it happen again.
Really?Do you actually want to go back to how things were?
Her inner voice pressed.
‘I don't.’
She didn't want to return. Not now that she knew how good it felt to connect with someone human-to-human.
That was when it happened.
“Here, have some.”
She looked up at Max's voice.
He held a cup of steaming jasmine tea.
“...Thank you.”
Unlike in the illusion, her voice was a fragile whisper as she bowed her head and took a sip.
It was warm. The kind of warmth that eased the tightness in her chest from all her worries.
Max sat down beside her. The faint awkwardness that follows sex.
Even if it was an illusion, they'd bared their most intimate desires to each other—creating this odd disconnect.
Eirin had never felt an atmosphere quite like it.
With Max so close, memories of his devilish form flooded back, leaving her too embarrassed to speak.
She fidgeted silently, clutching her teacup.
She waited for him to break the ice.
“I didn't take your virginity.”
“...Pardon?”
“Your divine power's intact. Even if baring desires is the main draw, I don't fancy becoming the church's enemy.”
“Ah...”
She already knew her virginity remained precious and untouched.
The divine power pulsing through every word she spoke proved Eirin was still a pure virgin.
Her mind was another story now, but her body?
Pristine.
She'd known. That Max wouldn't truly violate her.
He wasn't the devil from the revelation, nor some monster come to claim the saintess.
Not a follower of the Goddess Church, but no heretic either.
It was a shame.
She'd wanted him to take her real virginity.
Eirin eyed him cautiously.
“...Do you regret it?”
“Regret what?”
“...Seeing my—my desires. You must be disappointed. For someone like me to be a saintess...”
“What's to regret? Everyone has desires.”
Max took a sip of his tea and continued.
“Frankly, it was refreshing. Made me feel like you were just another human, like me.”
“...”
“And you, Saintess? Did you enjoy the Hall of Illusions show?”
Eirin nodded slowly.
“...It was good.”
Her face flushed hot. Too embarrassed to let him see her rosy cheeks, she ducked her head.
“Glad to hear it. I worried it might come off as too crass for you.”
That crassness was what I loved.
She couldn't bring herself to say it.
The images of their vulgar selves were still vivid.
“By the way—do I still look like a devil to you?”
“...”
Of course not. He'd taken that form in the illusion, but she knew he wasn't a real devil.
Though his cock was temptingly sweet, like the devil's own temptation...
‘Wh-what am I thinking? That a dick tastes good? Get a grip.’
Max smiled softly at her head-shake.
“Glad we cleared up the misunderstanding.”
“...Call me Eirin.”
“Pardon?”
“...You heard my name. It's fine to use it. Wh-when we're alone like this.”
Maybe it was the memory of their easy chats in the illusion.
With him—unlike anyone else—she felt no distance.
“Got it. Eirin.”
The moment he said her name, her heart pounded wildly.
How long had it been? Since someone called her Eirin, not Saintess.
“...Brother Max.”
“Yes?”
“...If I come back someday, could I see it again then?”
“It might feel pretty crass to you.”
“...It's fine. I'd just talk. Th-there, the Word Spirit doesn't trigger.”
Nice cover. She didn't want him thinking she was some lewd woman.
‘The first person to ever call me by name.’
“...Well then, I'll head out first.”
“You planning to leave in that?”
Only then did she notice the unfamiliar light purple outfit she wore.
“This is...”
“Your robes got torn up. Had to improvise.”
“Ah.”
Eirin used her divine power to mend the shredded garments before she could return to the church.
It was, truly, an unforgettable experience.
Kyung kyung kyung.
‘Still racing.’
Eirin placed a hand on her lower belly.
It tingled.
It felt good.