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Marian's carriage had improved. "We'll enter the church grounds by tonight. You've all worked hard," Jena said with a solemn expression before the holy knights. Thanks to her, the knights who had slept like babies the night before were in high spirits. Normally, they would have scowled behind her back at such clichéd remarks, but now they responded with vigorous cheers.
She's acting all dignified after what she did? Insane.
But the saintess, who knew of Jena's depraved antics the previous night, couldn't see it that way. To her, Jena—fucking the hero like a beast in the stables and now pretending nothing happened—was utterly repulsive.
"What are you staring at?"
"Kyaa!"
Marian let out an involuntary scream at the hero's voice from behind her. Naturally, everyone's eyes turned to her as they prepared for departure.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
This beast, this animal is talking to me?!
Her mind in turmoil, the saintess couldn't muster a proper reply to the hero's question. In fact, even meeting his eyes was torture for Marian. For some reason, looking at his face kept replaying that shocking scene from last night in her head.
"Ah, it's nothing."
With those words to the hero, the saintess fled into her carriage like a scared rabbit. Some holy knights looked worried at her unusual behavior, but the hero just watched her with a strange smile.
* * *
Haa... I'm going crazy.
A short while after the carriage set off, Saintess Marian furrowed her brow in distress.
For some reason, that scene from last night wouldn't leave her mind. Moreover, the carriage's subtle jolts felt strangely stimulating to her.
Unlike the backwater village of Calian, they were now near the imperial capital, where the road was paved with evenly spaced stones. Unpaved roads shook more violently, but this rhythmic vibration was teasingly rubbing against her pussy.
"Hngh..."
Feeling the uniform jolts smack against her ass, Marian unwittingly let out a lewd moan. She jolted in shock at her own sound.
Am I crazy? What am I feeling right now?
Her face flushed crimson, Marian slapped both her cheeks with her hands. No matter how she thought about it, witnessing that scene yesterday had clearly poisoned her.
But was slapping her cheeks a mistake? Marian suddenly recalled the hero's palm striking Jena's ass naturally.
And Jena's perverted, blissful smile each time it landed.
Twitch.
Marian felt her body react on its own. With the ongoing vibrations, her pussy was getting soaking wet.
Th-this is... yeah. It's just the carriage vibrations.
Marian rationalized it to herself as she slowly gripped the seat inside the carriage. Then she began pressing her ass harder against it.
Thump, thump.
Each jolt sent shocks to her lower body, and Marian savored the lewd sensation again.
"Hngh... haah."
It's really just the carriage vibrations. This isn't masturbation.
Leaking obscene sounds, Marian kept grinding her pussy against the seat. In her mind, the scene of Jena moaning as the hero pounded her played on repeat.
She tried her best to press her pussy against the seat, but human anatomy had its limits. Though the seat was soaked from her arousal, Marian felt a twinge of dissatisfaction. She needed something stronger.
Ah... wh-what should I do...
Thirsting intensely, Marian scanned the carriage interior. This wasn't some Raksha Street brothel; nothing in a saintess's carriage would quench her.
Then her eyes caught something. A smooth white metal rod topped with the Gaiana Church symbol—a ceremonial mace. It was the saintess's insignia, useless until now, but perfect for this moment.
Like she was entranced, Marian picked up her mace and placed it vertically on the seat. But the carriage wasn't spacious enough; it didn't stand straight but leaned at an angle, propped up.
Do-doesn't matter, right?
Though it wasn't perfect, Marian thought it was even better. Staring at the angled mace, she carefully straddled it.
Past saintesses would faint in horror, but Marian—parched for pleasure—didn't hesitate. Sitting on the upright mace instead of the perfectly good seat, she looked like a witch from a children's fairy tale riding a broom.
Th-this is just because my back hurts.
Making lame excuses to herself, Marian pressed her pussy against the mace's smooth surface. Her already drenched panties squished against it.
"Ha, haht..."
Thump, thump.
The carriage kept shaking, transmitting the vibrations fully to her pussy. Marian shuddered at the unexpected sharp pleasure, slowly adding her weight to it.
Her plump labia, which had been huddled as if defending against an external enemy, parted, letting the mace's surface touch her inner flesh. Well, a thin fabric still separated them, but it was no obstacle.
"Hnght... hit... haaah..."
Surrendering to the carriage's rhythm, Marian focused on the pleasure rising from her lower body.
Thump, thump.
Each shake sent intense stimulation crashing into her clit.
Aaahhh... it feels too good, what do I do?
Marian knew her actions were slutty and unworthy of a saintess, but it was too late to stop. Having tasted pleasure, her greed knew no bounds, as humans always did.
That's when her hips began to move on their own, no longer relying solely on the vibrations. Like riding the mace, she started rocking her hips back and forth slightly.
That brought even greater pleasure and stimulation.
"Hnnngh!!"
Swish-swish.
It would take quite some time to reach the imperial capital. Marian's first movements were clumsy, but as time passed, her hips found a rhythmic sway.
"Haht... haaang!"
Forgetting she was making holy moans, Marian concentrated on shaking her hips. Fortunately, the saintess's carriage was well-soundproofed, and outside was noisy from the rumbling wheels. Unless someone pressed right against it, no one would hear her lewd cries.
Riding her mace like a horse, Marian recalled last night's scene with the hero and Jena. Was she wearing a happy expression like Jena's right now? She was curious about her own face but focused on the pleasure first.
* * *
Is the stimulation too much for her?
I judged that as I watched Marian consciously avoid me. From her horrified, fearful gaze, corrupting her would take quite some time.
Coming from Raksha Street's brothels, Marian was more sexually conservative than anyone. Even when that crown prince—no, the emperor now—Aaron tempted her with the Gaiana Church, she didn't waver. Sure, they later swallowed it for political gain, but as far as I knew, Marian was never promiscuous.
Still, she did flash her ass.
Of course, she had bared her ass at our first meeting. But if I'd tried anything then, she'd have run regardless of hero or whatever. I'd spent nearly a decade stuck with her, so I was certain.
Unlike Jena, who fell so easily, corrupting Marian might require real effort. But no problem. As I said, we'd roam the continent together for over a decade.
Though I don't plan to drag it out that long this time.
Anyway, I resolved to slowly target Marian and focused on heading to the capital. There were too many people—no, fucking scum—I had to meet upon arrival.
As I pondered how to get revenge on each one, Talion—the horse originally Jena's—started acting strange.
What the hell? Why's this horse suddenly freaking out?
He'd been obediently following me fine, but now he veered toward the saintess's carriage on his own. I yanked the reins to control him, but like he'd gone mad, Talion ignored me.
"Haht... haaaang!"
The moment I was about to glare killing intent at Talion to snap him out of it, my ears perked up at a strange sound from inside the carriage.