31 - The Saintess Descends (4)
"P... please give me a blowjob!!"
"......?"
A heavy silence descended over the forest.
Piarot's eyes widened like a startled rabbit's. And in that instant—
Drip.
The saintess's persistent, overwhelming light of healing that had been shining on me cut off like a lie.
"......."
"......."
A stillness so profound even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Piarot, Rena—hell, even the saintess herself—froze, unsure how to process this madness.
"Evan... have you... finally lost your mind?"
Rena's trembling voice shattered the quiet.
"I believe lewd acts are prohibited," the saintess intoned solemnly and firmly.
Like I needed to hear that from someone standing there buck naked…!!
Vmmm—!
The light that had paused around the saintess's hand surged back with ferocious intensity. My side wound began writhing again, forcibly sealing shut.
"Gaaah!! Damn it!!"
No time for excuses, no time to backpedal. With bloodshot eyes, I screamed at Piarot, who was still blushing and hesitating.
"Piarot!! Please!! Hurry!!"
"H-huh? Wha...?"
Piarot's pupils shook like there was an earthquake. Her gaze darted between my face, the sword lodged in my waist, and down there.
But her hesitation was brief.
"O-okay!! If that's what you want, Evan!!"
With a resolute expression, she dropped to her knees. And leaned in toward my crotch.
Rena, witnessing this, clutched her head and shrieked.
"At a time like this!! What the hell are you doing!!"
A perfectly sane reaction. But Piarot whipped her head around, glaring at Rena, and shouted back.
"It's Evan!! He must have a plan!!"
"Hah?!"
Rena's jaw dropped in utter disbelief.
"What plan?! He's just in heat!!"
"No way! I trust Evan... even if he is, I'm still doing it!!"
Piarot defended me with unshakable eyes.
"I get it, but... no!! I don't get it!!"
Rena wailed in anguish. Despite her pleas, Piarot didn't waver anymore. She started tugging at my pants.
They say survival instincts peak right before death. Even in this chaos, my lower half brazenly stood at attention.
Lick.
Her hot, wet tongue glided over my precious spot.
Zing—.
A sensation worlds apart from pain. Electric pleasure shot up my spine, scorching my brain and slamming through my entire body.
"Hngh...!"
"Evan..."
Slurp, smooch, suck... slurp...
Like a starving beast—or a lover craving affection—she devoured me greedily.
The pleasure in Piarot's mouth, the depraved thrill of everyone watching. Mixed with the agony of the sword in my gut, my mind turned to utter mush.
Grkk...
My vision flashed white. Thought stopped. Reality numbed. Power drained from my hands against my will.
Grip!
My hand nearly slipped off the sword hilt.
No. If I let go of the sword, I'm dead!
But I couldn't hold on alone anymore.
"Rena!! Help me!!"
I bellowed with bloodshot eyes.
"Wha?? Huh?? "
Rena stared blankly, utterly lost.
"Hurt me with the sword!! My mental strength's at its limit... ngh...!!"
"W-what?!"
She backed away from the sword, hesitating, so I screamed again.
"Please!! If I die, we're all dead!! Hurry and grab it!!"
"U-uhh..."
Shaken by my desperate cry, Rena snapped to and rushed over with a horrified look. Her trembling hand took hold of the hilt where mine had nearly failed.
"Move it!! Keep the wound from closing!!"
"S-sorry!!"
Rena squeezed her eyes shut and twisted the sword buried in my gut side to side.
Crunch, rip!
"Gaaaaah!!!"
A horrific sensation of flesh tearing and bone scraping. Blood gushed like a fountain with every twist.
Splurt, splurt!
Crimson sprayed across Piarot's pale face as she sucked away at my groin. But even drenched in blood, she didn't stop. Like a vampire spurred by the scent, her tongue lashed even more fiercely, more hungrily.
Slurp, slurrrp! Smack!
"Haa... haa... Evan..."
Above, my guts twisted in agony; below, my brain melted in ecstasy. Both collided up my spine.
"Grrrrkk!!"
In this hellish scene, Rena looked up, shuddering.
"Th-this..."
Her gaze fell on the mad tableau: the saintess smiling nude. The blood-smeared beauty feasting between a man's legs. And herself, gutting a comrade's belly.
"This... this can't... be reality..."
Crunch.
With her denial came strength in her grip. The wound tore wider by force.
"Gaaah!!"
At the same instant, Piarot's mouth clamped tight around my tip.
Zzt—!
The limit. Pain and pleasure breached the threshold together.
"Piarot... I'm...!"
Spurt, spluuurt—!
The hot essence from deep inside me flooded into Piarot's mouth.
"!!!!!!"
Gulp.
The raw swallow cut through the forest's silence.
And in that moment—
Sage Time (C) has been activated.
Duration [10:00][09:59] . . .
"......"
Like plunging red-hot iron into ice water. The brain-searing pleasure, pain, terror, and chaos washed away in an instant. My fevered head cooled. My scattered reason clicked back into place like gears meshing.
I slowly looked down. The silver-haired girl staring up blankly, semen dripping from her lips.
Piarot.
Not a trace of the depravity or lust remained. Just my utterly lovable, pitiable lover. The reason for my life—the one I'd stake everything to protect.
I'll save you, no matter what.
The tangled battlefield cleared like pieces on a go board. The saintess's patterns, the regeneration principle, my condition, Piarot's awakening status. All data processed in my brain in a flash.
"E-Evan!! You okay?"
Piarot trembled, noticing my sharpened gaze.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Better than ever."
My voice was chillingly calm. Without even wiping the saliva from her lips, I gently pulled Piarot back with a soft touch. Then reached for the shivering Rena.
"Rena, that's enough."
"Huh...? Wha?"
"Give me the sword."
I took the hilt—still buried in my gut—like escorting a lady's hand. The blade still pierced my organs. It hurt. But it was bearable.
Swish.
Sword still in my side, I slowly stood. Fixed my pants, and walked toward the saintess. With every step, blood spurted from my flank wound.
Splurt, splurt.
Like a busted faucet, crimson soaked the ground.
"Ngh..."
It hurt. Hurt like hell. My vision flashed white from the gut-wrenching pain. I wanted to collapse and scream.
But I could endure. If I broke here, it was over. For Piarot. For me.
Clenching my teeth, I dragged my legs forward. One step. Another. Finally, I stopped right in the saintess's face.
Her smile, gazing down, was as sickeningly benevolent as ever.
Stoic-faced, I straightened up. Looked her in the eye and spoke.
"Saintess. Why bestow such undeserved grace upon us?"
She replied with that same loving smile.
"To shower love and mercy upon all pitiful beings in this world. That is my calling."
"Do you love us?"
"Wretched, pitiable lambs. I love all of you."
She reached to stroke my bloodied cheek.
"Soon, you'll be 'adorable' like the others."
Adorable. The image flashed: her petting Leon's minced, dripping meat like a puppy.
Her perception is utterly warped.
Confirmed. Good. Confidence is key for a man.
I steadied my breath and spoke with utmost courtesy—and firmness.
"I love you too, Saintess. Please go out with me!!"
"EVAAAAAN!!!!!!!!!"
Piarot's gut-wrenching scream echoed from behind, like the world was ending.
The saintess drooped her brows, troubled by my sudden confession.
"Oh my. I'm flattered, but I can't."
"Why not?"
"I cannot be bound to one person. I must watch over all things and pitiful lives, so I can't couple with just one."
The rejection line of a lover—or mother—to all humanity.
Haha, dumped again.
Exactly as expected. I never thought she'd accept anyway. No need for more talk.
No questions asked.
Shing.
I yanked the sword from my side without hesitation.
"Ngh..."
Blood poured from the hole, but it hissed and sealed rapidly. Tossing the blade aside, I stepped forward, closing the gap to zero. Grabbed the startled saintess's shoulders tight.
"Oh?"
Before she could react, I dipped my head and crushed my lips against hers.
"!!!!!!"
"EVAAAAAN!!!!"
Piarot's agonized scream rang out once more.