The Saintess Got a Mentor
'What the hell is she doing, nya.'
Dalshinyang stared at the saintess walking ahead with an uncomfortable expression.
The reason the catkin, who had been secretly eavesdropping inside the hero's tent, had followed Saintess Marian out was simple.
'Fuck.'
The saintess had suddenly blurted out that curse.
Compared to Marian, Dalshinyang's position was relatively precarious, so she had no choice but to watch her closely. Thanks to that, she was now trailing behind the saintess without knowing what was going on.
"...Do I lack appeal?"
How long had they walked? They arrived at a secluded forest far from the hero's tent, and the saintess asked Dalshinyang that.
Or rather, Dalshinyang wasn't even sure if the question was directed at her. The saintess was still staring off into some unknowable distance, and all Dalshinyang could see was her back.
"A-Are you asking me, nya?"
A nod. Dalshinyang's eyes, specialized for seeing in the dark, perfectly caught the saintess's head moving.
"Th-That can't be, nya. Saintess, even to non-human eyes like mine, you have a beautiful appearance, nya."
Dalshinyang wet her lips and quickly lavished praise on the saintess. For someone with a weak-prey-strong-predator mindset like her, it was instinctive flattery, but not a single word was a lie.
In Dalshinyang's eyes, the Gaiana Church's saintess had an appearance beautiful enough to turn heads even among other women. She occasionally showed a sinister expression, but her base impression was one of benevolence, and her sky-blue hair made her stand out even more.
"...Is that so?"
"Yes, nya. I don't know why you think you lack appeal, but if someone doesn't feel it from you, that guy's blind as a bat, nya."
Dalshinyang piled on the flattery toward the saintess, who was exuding a deeply gloomy aura. It was because the dark, murky energy radiating from her since earlier looked dangerously unstable, and there was the anxiety that it might turn toward her.
And whether it was Dalshinyang's comfort—or flattery—that worked, Marian slowly began to turn her head.
"Is the hero... blind?"
"Nya?"
In that instant, Dalshinyang's mind raced. Deciding whose side to take between Saintess Marian and the hero didn't require much thought.
Obviously, the hero's side was thicker and more solid. A mere coward might side with the hero here, but Dalshinyang was sharper than that.
'As long as I don't get caught, it's fine, nya.'
"Y-Yeah, if the hero doesn't recognize your appeal, he's the one who's wrong, nya!"
Dalshinyang boldly bet on Marian. Thinking about it, siding with the hero over something this trivial gained her nothing. She hadn't known him long, but she had a rough idea of what kind of man the hero was.
On the contrary, at this timing, building a solid relationship with Marian was far more beneficial. Moreover, Marian was the hero's companion, the Gaiana Church's saintess, and the one who would heal the injured beastkin.
"Hehe. Is that right? I see."
"Nya. Exactly, nya."
Watching Marian finally smile, Dalshinyang felt confident her bet had paid off handsomely. But that confidence crumbled in less than a minute.
"You've shared your body with that hero twice already, haven't you?"
"...Th-That was... nya."
What Dalshinyang had overlooked from the start was that Marian had also been intimate with the hero.
Just tonight, she'd been prowling near the hero's tent as his pet and run into the saintess, so it would be weirder if Marian didn't know.
"Oh, I'm not blaming you. After all, countless other women have passed through the hero's side besides you."
Licking her own nose with her tongue as she watched the saintess speak with a bitter expression, Dalshinyang knew the hero's relationships with women were complicated. The women around him—Jena and Karen—were constantly throwing themselves at him, and she'd just overheard the dark elf and even the elf queen submitting to him on the way back.
He truly seemed like the continent's unrivaled playboy, but Dalshinyang had no real complaints. Most powerful figures on the continent weren't satisfied with just one woman anyway. For a hero, having multiple was par for the course, and she was just a pet to begin with.
"Saintess, do you want to sleep with the hero, nya?"
Dalshinyang cautiously asked Saintess Marian. It wasn't a question to boldly pose to the Gaiana Church's saintess, but her flushed cheeks answered for her.
"Then why didn't you just ask earlier, nya?"
So Dalshinyang asked with a puzzled look. When the hero had been going at it with the dark elves in a group, Marian had had her chance too. No, Dalshinyang had even created that opportunity for her.
"I... don't know. Even I don't know if I want to sleep with the hero or not. And... how could I say something like that there?"
Dalshinyang furrowed her brow at Marian's contextless response. She claimed not to know if she wanted the hero, but crossing and uncrossing her legs while saying it showed she was in full heat.
"Why can't you say it, nya? I want it too. I want that man's cock! Why can't you say it, nya? I don't get it, nya?"
"B-Because I'm the Gaiana Church's saintess... I could never boldly say I want to do that..."
Dalshinyang licked her palm with a roguish expression as Marian unwittingly consulted her for advice.
"Saintess. Let me teach you the truth of life."
"...The truth?"
Marian gazed at Dalshinyang with sparkling eyes, entranced. Speakers always get hyped when the audience reacts well. Dalshinyang puffed up proudly and declared to the saintess.
"Saintess or whatever, every living being's greatest goal is reproduction, nya. And that goal comes with a definite reward, nya."
"Reward...?"
"Sex!"
"S-Sex?!"
Dalshinyang felt an indescribable thrill watching Saintess Marian blush at her words. When would a mere beastkin ever get to instruct a human, let alone a saintess? Like a naughty big sister corrupting an innocent little sibling, Dalshinyang began imparting her absurd "wisdom" to the saintess.
"Sex is the greatest joy of all living things, nya. And especially the hero's..."
"Especially?!"
"Ah, it's hard to explain in words, nya. You'll know when you experience it yourself, nya."
At those words, Saintess Marian unconsciously swallowed. But she soon remembered her position and fell into a depressed expression.
No matter how amazing the hero's was, if he didn't give it to her, it was just a pie in the sky.
"...Can I even do it?"
"In my eyes, your problem is that pride of yours, nya. To have sex, you gotta throw that pride away, nya."
"B-But..."
"Even I like being called a pet, nya? And earlier, the elf queen bent over backward for the hero too, nya."
"The elf queen?"
Marian asked Dalshinyang with an incredulous look. But Dalshinyang just clicked her tongue and replied,
"Someone once said: 'Humiliation is brief, but pleasure lasts long.' Saintess."
Dalshinyang advised Marian to drop her pride. But if a few words could change that, it would've changed long ago.
Marian looked envious of Dalshinyang yet lacking in confidence, which only frustrated the catkin more.
"If you still can't drop that pride in the end, there are other ways, nya."
"...Other ways?"
As Marian's eyes lit up with interest, Dalshinyang gestured for her to bring her ear close. Marian leaned in tensely, and Dalshinyang soon nodded gravely.
Whatever that other method was, one important fact Marian needed to know was that Dalshinyang had been a virgin not much different from her until recently.
**
"Hngh... haaah... My worn-out pussy feels so hot inside."
I was watching Isabela, who was trembling and clutching my semen inside her.
The elf queen, who had been so noble that without her pride she'd be a corpse, had gone completely mad after just one round of sex.
She casually called her own pussy "worn-out," and like it was a waste to let my semen leak, she lifted her hips to let it flow back into her womb.
Of course, the culprit for all of it was none other than me.