When the Saintess Meat Shield Strategy Backfires in the Worst Way
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It had been over an hour since we left the plains outside the village and entered the forest path. If this were the old me, out of shape from skipping workouts, my legs would've been jelly by now, and I'd be huffing with that telltale sweet breath of exhaustion. But things were different today.
Heh, my analysis was spot on after all. I pushed through the tall grass with light steps, cheering inwardly. The EP I'd tearfully invested last night was paying off big time. Thanks to dumping it all into stamina, even climbing these rough mountain paths didn't mess with my breathing.
This wasn't some straightforward RPG—it was an eroge world where "screw-you" moments could hit anytime, anywhere. If monsters spotted me, the Saintess, would they just come at me fair and square with swords? Fat chance. They'd pull every dirty trick to neutralize and jump me for sure.
So there's only one answer: tank it with toughness! If I could just hold out somehow, Kimis and the guards beside me would handle the rest. The so-called "Saintess meat shield" strategy. The name stung my pride a bit, but survival trumped everything.
Still, something had felt off for a while now. A prickling gaze kept sweeping over every inch of my body from behind. I glanced back casually to check.
The culprit was Hans, the guard bringing up the rear.
"...Um, Hans?"
I called out suddenly, and Hans—who'd been staring holes into my ass—jumped like he'd been shocked, snapping his eyes up.
"Y-yeah? Yes, Saintess! Did you call for me?"
"No, just wondering what you were staring at so hard. Did something drop on the path?"
"N-no! It's just... Your steps are so graceful, Saintess... I couldn't help myself..."
Hans trailed off, face flushing red. Graceful my ass. He'd clearly been ogling the curve below my waist. My tavern-honed senses picked it right up. That wasn't the look of reverence for a Saintess.
It matched exactly the sticky, lecherous stares the tavern guys gave "poster girl Dea."
"Is that so? But Hans, it feels like your steps keep lagging behind me. Mind taking point and scouting the path?"
"Ah, w-well... I'm on rear guard duty! It's not like I have any funny ideas...!"
Hans stammered excuses, while Tom next to him snickered.
"Come on, Hans, we all know you can't peel your eyes off that killer view of the Saintess's backside. Hell, I've been struggling myself."
"Hey! You nuts? Talking like that in front of the Saintess!"
Kimis barked, but the mood had already soured awkwardly. The guards' eyes swept over my chest and hips like they'd planned it.
Sigh, this damn eroge correction... Even the guards are just men at heart.
I tugged my collar tighter and sighed. Getting eaten by allies' lewd stares before the monsters even showed? But provoking them now wouldn't help. They were my "meat shield" partners guaranteeing my safety, after all.
"Looks like you're all relaxing, so we must be close to the valley. Kimis, that's the Western Valley entrance up ahead, right?"
I steered the topic forward, pointing. The trees thinned sharply, revealing a chill wind blowing between massive rock cliffs. A foul monster stench rode the breeze. The guards' playful faces sobered up. Finally, the real fight was on.
I gripped Holy Sword Erilos at my waist tight. Praying my stamina investment would earn its keep.
The stench wafting from the rock crevices was vile—rotting meat and filth mixed. Then came the eerie cackles, dropping my heart into my stomach.
"Kekeke, kikikik!"
Yellow teeth flashing from the bushes. Low, hunched bodies draped in green skin—ugly freaks. Goblins.
Oh shit, we're screwed. Goblins of all things.
My mind went blank. In a normal game, goblins were just EXP fodder. But this was an eroge. Here, they meant one thing: rapey little shits who grabbed women by any means and used them as breeding toys till they dropped dead.
"Hey, snap to it! They're coming!"
Kimis drew his sword and yelled, but it didn't register. My eyes locked on the goblins' lower halves. No shame left as I checked—they were grotesquely swollen, twitching unnaturally.
Fuck, it's just like the lore. Getting hit by that would shatter body and soul.
Cold sweat trickled down my spine. Instinctively, I cupped my crotch.
Twenty years pure—no boyfriend, not even a proper crush. Nights alone fingering myself to ease the loneliness—that was it. Pristine virgin goods, unmarred!
No way. Not even over my dead body. I won't give my first to some green monster!
Hell, even Hans or Tom with their pervy stares would be better. At least humans. These were beasts.
The goblins' eyes pierced my thin fabric like X-ray vision, churning nausea from my gut.
"Saintess! Fall back! We'll clear the way!"
Jack bellowed, shield forward. Normally reassuring, now it rang hollow. What if they got pushed? My stamina investment might just prolong my suffering, letting goblins ravage me longer?
"Kihehe! Kieek!"
One goblin leered at my chest, licking its chops. Rusty knives? Nah—ropes for binding women, pouches of weird-smelling powder.
"Stay back... Stay away, you pervy fucks!"
I screamed, yanking Erilos free. Hands shaking, but virgin-defense resolve turned fear to rage. Better bite my tongue than offer my purity to sewer monsters.
"Listen up! Don't let a single one near me! Got it?!"
My uncharacteristic fury made the guards flinch and stare. To them, clueless, it looked like saintly resolve—Kimis nodded firmly.
"Don't worry, Saintess! We'll stake our lives—no goblin touches you!"
I wanted to believe it. Please, keep that promise, I screamed inside, raising my sword at the charging green nightmares.
Rustling bushes swelled like a tidal wave. One, two... Green-skinned horrors popped from cliff shadows, filling my vision.
"Fifteen of them?!"
Kimis's horrified shout pierced my ears. Too many. Worst, their eyes—all fifteen pairs locked not on the shield-bearing guards, but me behind them.
"Kihehe! Kick! Kieee!"
They licked lips, emitting grotesque cries—not predator howls, but horny beasts in heat.
My skin burned where their gazes hit.
"Saintess, stay right behind me!"
Jack readjusted his shield, blocking me, but goblins were sly. They fanned out, avoiding direct clashes.
"You damned monsters... Raaah!"
Hans cleaved the first charger's skull. But that sparked it. Green waves crashed from all sides.
"Keeeek!"
Chaos erupted. Jack and Tom shield-bashed, skewering two, but goblins trampled corpses, clawing at my ankles.
"Get away! No!"
I swung Erilos wildly—desperate virgin thrashing, not swordplay. Clang! A goblin's dagger bounced off. Stamina investment dulled the wrist shock.
"Saintess, right flank!"
Kimis beheaded a sider. Melee frenzy. Guards built a desperate line, slashing, but goblins aimed clear: through legs, over heads, grabbing my robe.
"Pervy little shits...!"
I crushed a goblin hand snagging my hem. Blood reeked. Revulsion outpaced fear.
"Jack! Hans! Focus! They're breaking toward the Saintess!"
Kimis yelled urgently. Six down already, but survivors rampaged fiercer. Their yellow eyes mirrored my terror—and the lust behind it blazed hotter in the fray.
"Kihehehe! Keee!"
From the rear, a goblin atop rocks screeched. It clutched leather pouches from its belt.
"Wh-what's that?!"
Before I could scream, pouches arced overhead.
"Saintess, danger! Down!"
Kimis slashed some midair. Mistake. Pouf—fine red powder billowed like fog.
"Cough! Hack! Wh-what the...!"
"Eyes burning! Shit, smoke?!"
Guards coughed, rubbing eyes. Powder choked the air; Jack and Tom staggered, dropping shields. Formation collapsed.
"Cough! Hah... ugh..."
The sweet-fishy scent dazed me too. Thought it was poison at first. But as it hit lungs, blood, gut screamed wrong.
"Ah... Huh?"
Heart raced wildly—not nerves. Nasty heat crawled from toes up legs, pooling hot in my lower belly.
"Hah, hah... Why's my body...?"
Not just hot. Tingling fire bloomed in bones, sweat trickling inside clothes. Erilos's hilt felt vividly erotic against my palm—hypersensitive skin screaming.
"Saintess! You okay?! Ugh, this powder... Body's heating up...!"
Hans knelt nearby, eyes bloodshot, panting. His gaze lingered on my sweat-glistened cleavage.
No way... Aphrodisiac powder?!
Eroge staple flashed—goblins' tool for capturing women. Paralyzes reason, forces arousal.
"Kihehehe! Kiik!"
Powder settling, goblins pounced triumphantly. Mocking pained guards, they drooled at staggering me.
"Stay back... Ugh, stay away...!"
Tried regripping sword—fingers limp. Thighs quivered, legs buckling. Stamina kept me conscious, but amplified senses tormented my brain.
Vision reddened. Green claws reached.
"No... Not here...!"
I fought the heat, clutching Erilos to chest, tears welling.
"Hah, hah... No, stay back!"
Clinging consciousness, I swung Erilos. Clang, clang! Two goblins recoiled. But done. Body lead-heavy, heart hammering ribs. Fingers barely twitched.
"Gahk! Ugh!"
"Saintess... Run...!"
Glancing around: dire. Kimis, Jack, even pervy Hans and Tom—down from powder and goblin swarms.
Goblins stomped bellies, faces, clubbing mercilessly.
No combat XP. Stats all-in survival stamina. Useless here.
"Kihehe! Kiik!"
Then—a goblin low-dived my hesitation.
"Guwoook?!"
Dull whoosh—hard wooden club slammed my gut. Stamina saved bones/organs, but pain scraped neurons raw. Aphrodisiac nerves amplified x10.
"Hack... Hah..."
Flash—breath cut. Clutching belly, legs gave. I crumpled pathetically to dirt. Erilos slipped into grass.
"Kiik! Kiki!"
Two goblins seized arms roughly. Slimy cool green skin chilled—goosebumps. Dragged me like luggage.
"Let go... Let go, you monster fucks!"
Struggled, but heat-pain mix froze me. Destination: rocks where powder goblin perched.
It was bigger, bone-adorned head. Grinning yellow teeth at captured me, ecstatic.
"Kihehehe! Keeee!"
Its eyes raked sweat-slick face, heaving chest, twitching thighs. Terror-shame surged.
Pulled to goblin den beyond rocks? My "unused virgin" fate was scripted porn.
"No... Please..."
Fingers clawed dirt. Fading guard groans, nearing boss-breath stench. Eroge bad end loomed.
"Cough, hack! Hah...!"
Vision crimson. Powder on lashes stung fiery. Solar plexus nausea rose.
Gonna puke... But if I do, it's over.
Hand braced trembling, but body betrayed. Hot breaths spread aphrodisiac everywhere. Heart thrashed; inner thighs screamed at friction.
"Kikik, kikikik!"
Holding arms, goblins pressed close, yowling creepily. Claws dug cloth.
Riiip—Riiip!
"Ah... No! Stop! Ugh!"
Scream muffled. Tattered thin fabric tore easy. Shoulder cloth ripped; chest covering shredded, fluttering away. Cool air swept bare skin.
Tried curling shamefully—they wrenched legs wide. Utterly exposed nude to lecherous stares.
"Hah, ah... Please, don't look..."
Tears streamed. Twenty years mine alone—pure white flawless body. Now sewer-stinking monsters' show.
Thud, thud. Leader descended leisurely. Strutted like victorious general to my face. Reek stabbed nose.
"Kihehehe... Keee."
Beast eyes devoured nudity, then slowly hiked filthy loincloth.
"...?!"
Eyes bulged horror. Mismatched tiny hunchback—grotesque massive green cock, veiny throbbing, slick pre-cum, erect raging.
That inside me? Innocent virgin hole couldn't take even a finger—let alone that monstrosity.
"No... Stay back... Get away!"
Thrashed head wildly, tried scooting—arms iron grip.