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Marian had stayed up all night. "Hah! Hngh!! Haah!"
In the end, I couldn't hold back and shoved my cock back into Jena's pussy. Jena, who had already learned how to excite herself, kept stimulating her nipples and clit even as I pounded away at her. I glanced over at the saintess now and then while thrusting into Jena's trembling body, her head thrown back completely. Despite looking her way so often, Marian didn't notice a thing. The basics of swordsmanship were about not letting your opponent read your moves, and naturally, a master like me knew how to deceive with my gaze. Thanks to that, the completely off-guard Marian had settled into a corner of the room and was openly masturbating.
I chuckled at the sight of her twitching while peeking at Jena and me fucking, and shook my hips all the harder.
"Eek... haaaaa... J-Jena, I don't think I can hold out much longer!"
Was the stimulation too intense? Jena said that to me with a face on the verge of passing out. I was just as aroused by the fact that I was devouring her in front of another woman, so cumming was no problem at all. I slammed my cock deep into her pussy and unleashed everything.
"Hraaaaaah!!"
Jena screamed loud enough to shake the church, then flopped backward. Between her naturally splayed legs, I could see my cum leaking out. Glancing at Marian, she was trembling too—right on cue, she'd climaxed. As I slowly wiped Jena's pussy clean, I caught sight of the saintess's soul projection fleeing the room in a panic.
"Y-You don't have to go this far."
"Stay still."
I gently cleaned her folds, and Jena shuddered again from the stimulation.
"Jena. Remember what I said. Your mission isn't anything else—it's to protect the people there."
"...Yes. Jena will keep that in mind. I pray we meet again."
Now fully dressed, Jena said that and slowly rose from her seat. The moment she turned and opened the door, there stood the saintess.
"What?"
Caught off guard by Marian's unexpected appearance, Jena masked her surprise with an irritated tone. She must have been worried that Marian had overheard her cries during our fuck. But Marian pulled a prim expression and pursed her lips.
"I have business with the Hero, so it's nothing for the captain to concern herself with."
"Me?"
I got up from the bed and asked Marian. I'd thought she was just here to peep on my room, but apparently she had another purpose.
"I'd like you to come with me to the Imperial Palace tomorrow."
I smirked at Marian's words. Jena watched me with obvious worry, but the truth was, I had to visit the palace whether they begged me or not.
"Sure."
"Please... What?"
"I'm going."
Marian blinked in surprise at my words, while Jena couldn't hide her concern but didn't argue. "Go on, Jena. We'll meet again later."
"Yes. I'll be waiting for that day."
No longer caring about prying eyes, Jena said that right in front of the saintess and left the room.
"Why are you still standing there? I said I'm going."
"...Ah."
Startled by my words, Marian let out a dumb noise, then hurriedly bowed to me. Before I could say anything, she bolted, and I finally burst out laughing.
"You convinced him?"
"Yes."
Priest Thomas stared at Marian in disbelief. If he'd been this easy to persuade from the start, why had he thrown such a fit at their first meeting?
"Did you make some kind of promise with the Hero, by any chance?"
"A promise?"
"...Yeah. Like, in exchange for going to the palace, you promised him something."
Marian shot him an offended look at his words. He hadn't asked for specifics, but there was a sleazy undertone to it.
"No. Nothing like that."
"Really? You sure?"
"Yes."
Thomas smacked his lips in disappointment. Truth be told, the old man wasn't fantasizing about some lurid novel trope with the saintess and the Hero. A Raksha Street girl could swing her body however she wanted for all he cared. He'd only asked to see if Marian had something he could use as leverage against the Hero.
"Well, good anyway. We won't have to face humiliation at the palace."
"...You've already made some deal with them, I take it?"
Marian eyed him. He'd cut a deal with the palace without even consulting the Hero—explaining the high priest's threats and why he'd lashed out at easy prey like her when things might go south.
"Yeah? What's the problem?"
"...None."
This wasn't the first time, and Marian couldn't muster a retort against Thomas. He was the high priest, after all, and she was just the pitiful saintess who had to watch his moods.
'I just want to go to my room and rest.'
Marian thought that as Thomas droned on about precautions for the Hero's palace visit. Even if things went well, she'd get nothing while he took all the credit. Better to masturbate in her room than listen to his useless lecturing.
'What the hell am I thinking...'
Her face flushed as she ducked her head. But Thomas, alone with her, wasn't about to miss it.
"What? You feeling unwell?"
"...No, ah, actually, I do feel a bit off."
She'd reflexively started to say she was fine but switched gears. She wasn't unwell now, but listening to him any longer might make her actually sick.
"Sigh. That's enough explanation anyway. Go rest. Tomorrow's a big day."
For some reason, Thomas spoke with uncharacteristic kindness. Marian figured he must be expecting a hefty reward from the palace.
"Hm? You feeling sick somewhere?"
I asked the saintess, Marian. A day had passed since arriving at the church, and as promised, I was heading to the palace. But Marian looked haggard compared to yesterday.
"Ah, it's nothing."
She hurriedly averted her eyes and answered. I grinned at the back of her head as she whipped around. I'd asked just to mess with her—I wasn't actually curious why she looked wrecked. With dark circles down to her jaw and trembling fingertips, it was obvious enough.
'Must've masturbated all night.'
They say teach a monkey to masturbate and it'll masturbate to death. That was Marian to a T—chasing pleasure without realizing she was ruining herself. And watching her fall apart like that? Thoroughly enjoyable.
"Ah, I'm late. Let's get going."
The old priest approached late, speaking to me. Thomas or Tomato or whatever—the emperor's lackey.
I stared blankly at the sudden arrival of the high priest.
"What are you doing? Hurry up."
Seeing me stand still, the high priest prodded.
"What bullshit is this? Why the fuck would I travel with a senile old fart?"
I asked the saintess that, and Thomas gawked at her too, his eyes accusing her of not explaining properly. Marian's face went pale.
"Th-The high priest is close with key figures at the palace, so..."
"So what? I said I ain't going with a shit-shitting geezer."
Marian tried to persuade me, but of course, it didn't work. I was just digging at the high priest on purpose, holding firm. After all, he was the one in a hurry, not me.