The hero undressed Marian.
The hero undressed Marian.
“What the hell?”
I stared at Marian, who had barged into my room out of nowhere, and asked.
Actually, it was pretty surprising she’d even found my room, so at first I mistook her for Lilite disguised as Marian again.
But soon enough, catching the thick stench of booze wafting off her body, I realized it was the real saintess.
“Hero…”
Marian's half-lidded eyes fixed on me as she spoke.
I was dying to know why she’d stormed in here like a madwoman.
And after keeping me waiting, the words that finally tumbled out of her mouth blew past all my expectations.
“Fuck me too.”
“What?”
Well, actually, it wasn’t that unexpected.
With Karen, Jena, and even Elf Queen Isabela casually demanding my cock like it was no big deal, there was no reason the saintess had to be any different.
It was just that, thinking back on how Marian had always hesitated and just watched me from afar until now, it was surprising she’d actually voiced it.
Ah, Dalshinyang.
I could easily guess the culprit behind Marian’s dramatic turnaround.
Back when we left the elf village, it was Dalshinyang who’d given her that inexplicable pep talk.
I had no idea what nonsense that dumb cat had spouted, but Marian sure as hell didn’t look okay.
“Marian, don’t do something you’ll regret. Go back to your room.”
I told the drunken, staggering Marian.
Truth be told, it wasn’t like I had zero interest in taking her.
In the first round, and even now, she was the woman who’d spent the most time at my side—and she had the beauty befitting her title as saintess.
But even so, the reason I spoke to her like I was shooing her out was simple.
I’d deliberately left her alone until now, and if I’d wanted to fuck her, I’d had plenty of chances.
There was zero reason to take some drunk girl like her.
But apparently my pet cat had taken a massive dump somewhere, because Marian just snorted at my words.
“Regret? Regret what?”
“Marian.”
“If I just leave today too, that would be the real regret, right? Hero.”
Marian staggered toward me as she said it.
The booze stench, already heavy, hit me even thicker as she closed in.
Stagger. She walked like a zombie with these weird steps, then lost her balance right in front of my bed.
I couldn’t tell if it was on purpose, but I reflexively grabbed her and steadied her.
Having shoved my hand under her armpit, I felt her soft tits pressing into my palm.
“Mmm…”
Thanks to me, she barely avoided face-planting. She looked up at me with a dazed expression.
Her signature blue hair was all messed up.
And peeking through the disheveled strands were her pale blue eyes.
Our faces were so close her breath from that cute little nose brushed my lips.
How much did she drink?
It was the first time I’d seen Marian’s face this up close, but the biggest thing that hit me was the alcohol reek in her breath.
“H-Hero… why won’t you… do me too?”
Marian peered into my eyes as she asked.
I didn’t answer, just stared back at her, and soon enough, her pale blue eyes welled up with clear tears.
“You’re awful. I know everything. It’s ‘cause I’m from Raksha Street, right?”
“What’re you talking about?”
I tilted my head at Marian’s totally out-of-left-field words.
“I don’t have some amazing dad like Jena. I’m not a genius like Karen, either. And compared to the elf queen…”
Tears streamed down her cheeks mid-sentence.
Seeing her like that gave me a slight pang of guilt.
What she thought was miles from the truth, but still, it was all my fault she was thinking that way.
“Marian, you forgetting? You’re the Gaiana Church’s saintess too.”
“…Yeah. The saintess. That nobody acknowledges.”
Marian sniffled her reply.
She looked so damn cute like that, I couldn’t help but press my lips to hers.
Our lips met lightly, and her body twitched.
But that was it.
I’d only meant a light kiss anyway. I slowly pulled back and looked at her.
Her lips were slightly parted, which bugged me a bit, but I needed to clear up her misunderstanding.
“Marian, I think you’re the most fitting woman to be saintess—more than anyone else.”
“Really?”
“The oracle about me, and coming to find me—it was you, Marian Delarossi.”
Maybe my words comforted her, because her eyes curved into cute half-moons.
But the smile didn’t last.
Like she’d never smiled at all, she switched to a sassy expression and grilled me.
“You’re not avoiding me ‘cause I’m the saintess, are you?”
“No, it’s not that.”
I fumbled, caught off guard by how direct she was being—totally unlike her usual self.
With our faces so close our breaths mingled, I’d gotten swept up in the mood without realizing.
“Then there’s no problem at all.”
“Huh?”
Instead of answering, Marian showed me.
She pressed her lips to mine and sucked my lower lip into her mouth, nice and natural.
The lewd sensation tickled my lower lip. Caught up in it, I started devouring her lips without thinking.
A strong booze smell hit me, but it wasn’t a dealbreaker.
If anything, like downing a shot, I savored her lips and tongue.
Sticky saliva swapped between our mouths, our tongues and lips twisting together like they were one.
Marian, who’d lost her balance before, was now straddling my lap, arms around my neck, shoving her tongue deeper with every passing second.
“Haa… haa…”
Hot breaths poured from her throat between kisses.
I kept the momentum going, planting kisses on her neck, feeling her body heat ramp up hotter and hotter.
“Hehe. That’s a relief.”
“Relief about what?”
“That the hero… doesn’t hate me.”
Marian stroked over my crotch as she said it, all natural.
By that point, I was plenty aroused myself—my cock was rock-hard, straining to bust out of my pants.
She fondled over my pants with those lewd fingers, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I scooped her up and laid her on the bed.
“Kyaa!”
A sharp squeal escaped her lips, but I hiked up her bottoms nice and smooth.
Slender ankles, soft calves, plump thighs—all revealed one after another.
And there, black panties with a slutty design that didn’t suit Marian one bit.
“You wear stuff like this normally?”
“Y-Yeah. So what?”
“Nothing, just your taste.”
I chuckled at her response and groped over her panties.
I traced the slightly rough lace with my fingertips, then pressed hard on her sweet spot.
The crotch of those black panties peeking between her pale thighs was already soaked through with her juices.
The clinging fabric dove right into her slit, and as my finger zeroed in on the mark, a lewd moan burst from her mouth.
“Haaak!”
I rubbed slowly, watching her body shudder and hot breaths spill out.
Her thighs—overripe and mushy—clamped down on my hand, but I wasn’t about to stop.
“Hnng… haaa… s-stop… hnng!”
“Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
She stared up at me blankly, totally out of it.
Even then, my finger kept teasing over her panties. In that moment, she bit her lower lip or flicked her tongue over it over and over.
A saintess pulling such a slutty face—not even for a dick, just a finger. It was plenty to get me going, my cock throbbing hard as I slowly tugged her panties aside.
There, where the fabric had been shoved away, was Marian’s pussy—untouched by anyone until now.