This Body, Under Diagnosis
"You asked me to explain!"
Seira dropped the leg she'd hiked up, looking utterly incredulous, and slammed the table right back. She lifted her chin toward the Cleric Mage across from her with the air of someone who would not, under any circumstances, be the one to yield.
"So I explained. And now you're throwing a fit?"
Rigeon was still glaring at her, brows furrowed, lips pressed into a tight line. Whatever had mortified him so thoroughly, it was as if the very ceiling of his reason had caved in — his mouth simply would not open.
Seira, however, was far from finished being angry. She sat back down on the sofa, crossed her arms, and kept growling.
"Did I strip in front of you? Did I ask you to touch me? Huh?"
"..."
"You don't even do the diagnosis I asked for — you just go red all by yourself and suddenly yell 'Stop!' Ugh... this is why virgins..."
She tapped her own arm with a finger, letting the mockery drip. Of course a cleric would be like this, she figured.
"Or... wait..."
A thought had just occurred to her. Seira tilted her head slightly, a wicked little smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
"...Did you see it? And then you... got hard?"
She'd apparently forgotten that she actually needed his help. The mockery had gone fully live, and she was landing every hit.
"...That's not it, right?!"
Rigeon opened his mouth in a hurry, but facing a woman this far removed from anything resembling innocence, he couldn't bring himself to fire back. Even now, no sound came out.
Seira watched his reaction, snorted a laugh, then propped her chin on her hand and tapped her cheek with a finger.
"Yeah. As if. As iiiif, right?"
"..."
"Then stop flying off the handle and just do your job. I want to know if this curse is a simple mutation, or some kind of evolution, or whatever."
Rigeon closed his eyes for a moment against this utterly unmanageable woman, then let out a long breath.
"Hahh... if you weren't Alper's guest..."
He made the sign of the cross, straightened his posture, and neatly folded his hands, trying to recover his composure.
"I did promise to examine you, so I will proceed with a diagnosis through divine resonance. If this curse runs contrary to the will of God, I may be able to resolve it immediately."
"Oh, so I take my clothes off now?"
"...That will not be necessary!"
Rigeon's voice rose again. Seira gave a prim little shrug, as if to say, there he goes yelling again.
"A conscious touch is all that's needed for the diagnosis. From this point on, if you feel any unusual reaction wherever the divine power flows, you must tell me immediately."
"Sure."
Seira sat forward from the backrest with complete composure and quietly laid her hand on the table.
"Shall we begin, then, Cleric?"
Rigeon looked at her for a moment. The curves visible even through the white dress were unmistakably those of a fully grown woman. How could a grown young woman possibly be this... this much of an unbridled horse? Recoiling inwardly, he laid his fingers on hers, then covered her hand fully, drawing on his power in the name of the clergy.
"It may feel cold."
A low hum unfurled through the air.
A faint platinum-white ripple began over Seira's hand, flowing from the silver-haired young man onto the back of it. It wasn't only her hand. The light he'd conjured spread over his silver hair as well, amplifying the man's sacred presence to its fullest. His features were delicate yet sharp — a handsome face, white skin washed in radiance, the quiet concentration of a man at prayer. It was the kind of beauty that would keep any number of women awake at night. Seira, right now, could not have cared less.
Even as the light-drenched figure of the man transformed the room into something else entirely, the woman sitting across from Rigeon wasn't looking at his face. She was staring, unblinking, at her own hand.
It's coming in...
A sensation like something seeping inward from her hand, through the skin. Perhaps because her original body, so laden with karmic debt, could never have received this — it wasn't simple warmth. Something alien was pushing its way inside.
She swallowed without meaning to.
Ordinarily, it would have been like a clear, cool stream — flowing in gently, easing fatigue, purifying the soul.
But...
...Nnh.
From the very start, Seira couldn't feel that "purity" as pure. The current spreading from her fingertips was somehow hot and damp, like someone's breath. It was like warm lips teasing the ends of her nerves, and at the same time like a tongue-tip delicately tracing the inside of her skin.
Why... is it supposed to feel like this...?
It traveled up her arm, the inside of her elbow, beneath her armpit, and then under her breasts. The sensation that swept through in an instant undulated faintly, as if groping along the inside of her milk ducts — so much so that it was hard to believe it had originated from a cleric's hand. When it brushed her nipples — an erogenous zone — she bit down hard on her lip, hypersensitive. But what came next, her lower belly, was the real problem. Without any warning, the divine power flowed down past her pelvis.
"...Nnh...!"
Seira pressed her knees tightly together. It wasn't that she was wet. And yet from the inside, a tingling, slowly heating, sticky sensation was dripping down.
This is... actually divine power...?
The sensation left a strange ripple, as if it were tracing a circle around the inner vaginal walls — a place that normally couldn't be reached — and the entrance to her womb. Nobody had shoved a cockhead into her, and yet that inner place had begun to seethe. Not a single finger had entered, but her body, of its own accord, was trying to open.
"...Haah..."
A moan slipped from the corner of her mouth. She bit her lip and tried to hold it in, but her breasts had already swelled, and her legs clenched of their own will, twitching.
Meanwhile, Rigeon wasn't wasting a single nerve. He concentrated, keeping the light to a minimum so his divine power wouldn't overstimulate her. The current that had begun at her hand flowed slowly along her bloodstream, circled the center of her body, and by the time it was returning to her fingertips—
...There's nothing wrong.
He quietly caught his breath and started to withdraw his hand. He was beginning to think this woman had come in here claiming a curse out of oversensitivity or some delusion, and was just going to thoroughly get on his nerves and leave.
He looked at her face, a little sour — and then, wait?
Her small lips wouldn't close, trembling as if she kept swallowing her breath. The corners of her eyes quivered faintly, and beads of cold sweat had formed between her brows. That wasn't all. Seira was shifting her hips, twisting her waist this way and that in the chair.
"Is there... something wrong somewhere?"
Faced with a scene completely at odds with the results he'd confirmed, Rigeon couldn't stop the divine power he'd laid over her hand. Wondering if he'd missed something, he was in the middle of sending the power back in, as much as had already flowed out.
"...Haahk!"
Even as his hand pressed down, the woman's face — her own hand clenched tight as if she were in a frenzy — was a burning rose-pink. He'd definitely sent the divine power in weakly. There had been no strong resonance, no foreign substance detected.
So why...
Was she acting as if she were holding in a pleasure that absolutely should not be shown in a place like this?
Seira said nothing. She just swallowed her breath, her face a mask of endurance, her body trembling in small shivers.
Right now... I... I'm actually going to come...
She was still feeling the current of divine power through her entire body. But even in the same body, some places were more sensitive than others. Seira could barely endure the twitching sensation at the mouth of her womb.
Why... why is it touching me here, of all places...
Without realizing it, she bit the edge of her lip and pressed down on the sensation. But that — that was a female's reaction, the kind that only delayed the real feeling of climax.
Rigeon couldn't stand watching her face grow redder and redder, and hurriedly spoke.
"You... what's wrong with you?"
He was a talent regarded as above average among Cleric Mages, regardless of age. He couldn't believe this woman was reacting to a curse he hadn't even detected. Even when he squeezed her hand as if soothing a patient, Seira just breathed in short gasps and shook her head wildly.
"I'm drawing it out — it's already fully entered... it's time for it to come out, so just hold on a little!"
The weakly flowing divine power was now exiting back through the places he'd sent it into, so he had no choice but to look down at her. The thread of light, following the designated path of the earlier current, was riding through the inside of her body, gently tracing around her pelvis.
"...Nnh, ha... haaah...!"
Right there. Of all the places this divine power touched, the inner vaginal walls and the entrance to her womb — places that could never be reached from the outside — were Seira's weakest. The divine power wrapping around that interior brushed past as if sucking at her from the inside with lips — suck, suck—
"...Just where, exactly, is something wrong?!"
Rigeon asked, fidgeting with agitation. She'd said she'd tell him immediately if there was any unusual reaction! But Seira, for her part, was in an equally unfair situation. She trembled in small shivers, mouth shut, turning her head — until at last, face flushed, she glared at him with unfocused eyes and spat it out.
"...Do I seriously have to tell you where...?"
That was the last line. The final remaining thread of something called patience, reserved for a son of God.
In that instant, the last remaining tip of the divine power brushed that innermost place — exactly there.
"Haaah... ah...! Aaaahn...!"
From the mouth of the woman whose back arched, a raw moan erupted — one that absolutely should never have been heard in this space. An orgasm that climbed from her fingertips through her entire torso. Seira's body shook hard at the wave of climax that burst from the inside. Her fingers trembled in Rigeon's hand, and her thighs, strength finally gone, had fallen slightly open.
He couldn't say a word. Eyes wide, he stared at the flushed woman. It was the first time he'd ever seen... a woman's climax.
Even as a cleric who had dedicated his heart and body to God, there was nothing wrong with his sexual function. But for Rigeon, who had merely performed the resonance diagnosis this woman had requested, the scene before his eyes was pressing in on him as if he'd broken a taboo.
His cock had gone rock-hard, independent of his will, and down the spine inside his white clerical robes, sweat that wouldn't cool was slowly trickling.