Chapter 9
The hero inspected the saintess's ass.
"Seriously, do I have to show you?" Marian asked me, her face flushed red. She'd blurted out in her haste that she'd reveal her shame, but now that it came time to actually bare her ass, embarrassment had clearly set in. But I had no reason to cut her any slack. If anything, her growing humiliation only improved my mood.
"Of course."
"Haa... Fine. But once I show you, no more demands."
Marian spoke with a look of resignation, then slowly turned her body. I watched the saintess stand with her back to me, pulled up a chair, and settled in to enjoy the show as she stripped.
Her outfit covered her from head to toe in suffocating layers—naturally, since she was the face of the Gaiana Church and couldn't afford to let just anyone glimpse her body. But from now on, I planned to savor every moment as she peeled off those stifling clothes one by one.
"...You're not seriously going to stare the whole time, are you?"
The saintess glanced back over her shoulder as she reached for the ties of her robe. Sitting there in my chair, eyes fixed on her, it must have amplified her shame. I just shrugged with the casual indifference I'd use on a cheap brothel whore and gestured for her to hurry up and strip.
"You are just..."
She looked like she had a lot to say, but she bit it back. Instead, she began dismantling the layers of fabric wrapped around her body.
Swish—swish—
One by one, the thick cloths fell to the floor. Her sky-blue hair cascaded down, and her dazzling white skin peeked out bit by bit.
Once she'd roughly shed her outer robe, she didn't hesitate to tug at the fabric covering her lower half. Stripping at first might have been tough, but for an ambition-driven woman like her, it was nothing.
The cloth over her lower body hit the floor, revealing her dizzyingly long legs—and atop them, a plump, voluptuous ass barely concealed.
"Th-there, you saw it? Happy now?"
Marian glanced back at me. But her trailing upper garment hung down to her knees, covering half her ass, while the other half was still shielded by her undergarments.
"Nope, not even close. You think I have x-ray vision or something?"
"......Hoo."
She let out a deep sigh and swept the upper garment aside from both sides of her ass. A saintess with her long robes hiked up, ass fully exposed—honestly, it was such a masterpiece, it'd be a shame to keep it to myself.
"There, happy now?"
"Huh? What about the underwear? Want me to take it off for you?"
She bit her lip hard and glared at me. Naturally, having my hands on her felt far more humiliating than stripping herself. Her slender fingers gripped the sides of her panties.
Oh ho.
A white strip of fabric slid down between her stunning legs. Unlike her dogshit personality, her underwear was utterly plain. Surprised, I slowly reached out toward Marian's ass.
"Wh-what are you...?"
"Can't see with the clothes in the way."
I brushed off her panic and swept the upper garment aside like a curtain blocking her cheeks. Her pale ass now fully exposed to me. Marian couldn't even meet my eyes; she stared straight ahead, surrendering her body in that pose.
"...Checked it out yet?"
"Not yet."
I told the trembling Marian—shaking with humiliation—and began observing her ass closely. It clung perfectly to her waist, flawless without a single blemish, and quite full. The only flaw was the brand stamped on her left cheek. An old mark, but the red tattoo proved her brothel origins.
Haha, this is what drove her to all that insane bullshit her whole life.
After I defeated the Demon King, Marian's bizarre habit of bathing in potions must have stemmed from this scar too. But potions couldn't erase it, of course—not even her Holy Magic, which healed all wounds without a trace, could remove this brand.
Obviously, a mere brothel identifier wasn't specially enchanted to withstand a saintess's holy power.
It was that balance-obsessed bitch goddess.
Marian was, like me, chosen by the goddess. The goddess, who valued cosmic balance over human lives, wouldn't tolerate Marian denying her past. For a girl born in the lowest brothel to rise to the highest saintesshood—that fulfilled the goddess's twisted sense of equilibrium.
Of course, Marian—unlike me, never having a real chat with the goddess—never figured out why her brand wouldn't fade.
"Hmm, so this is the brand, huh."
I stroked the scar on her ass as I spoke. My fingertips brushing her most sensitive spot made her jolt upright.
"A-are you insane? How dare you touch...?"
"Dare? Isn't it ridiculous to say that about touching a brothel slut's brand?"
"......You really wanna die?"
She glared like she could kill me. But knowing she could never lay a hand on me no matter what, her threat just sounded laughable.
"A saintess killing the hero? What a joke."
I shot back, then gripped her ass firmly. The soft, yielding flesh filled my hand.
"Hngh!"
Her first real ass stimulation drew a lewd nasal whine from her. Then, as if disbelieving her own sound, she swatted my hand away.
"...I never said you could touch."
"Yeah, well, the world's full of fakes. A little scar like that? Easy to fake."
I snapped back at her icy glare. She scowled, stunned by my shamelessness.
"Forgot already? You told me to prove it with this brand."
"Of course not. But I never said just looking would be enough."
"Kgh!"
She bit her lower lip in frustration but couldn't deny it.
"Lucky for you, I've touched old scars before. If I feel it myself, I might believe you."
I flexed my hand right in front of her, taunting. Her eyes burned with shame and rage, but she couldn't refuse. Hell, if I'd demanded this from the start, she might've walked—but now that she'd bared her most humiliating secret, backing out empty-handed wasn't an option for her.
"...Haa. Fine. Do whatever."
She leaned against the wall again. Her shoulders trembled with fury, and I smirked at her defiance.
Let's see how long you keep that attitude.
Sneering, I began stimulating the scar, kneading her jelly-soft ass. With my other hand, I squeezed the opposite cheek.
"Hngh! Th-that side has nothing to do with...!"
"Ah, comparing for analysis."
I cut off her protest and groped both cheeks freely. Before Lina, maybe I wouldn't know—but after countless romps with her, I understood women's bodies well. I knew exactly where and how to touch to make them feel it.
Lina had learned about men's bodies and improved; I'd done the same with women. Sure, Lina was my only benchmark, but people generally felt pleasure in similar spots.
"Haa... haat... Ah, not yet... hngh... done?"
As I kept massaging, her breaths grew hot. My skills were still amateurish, so her reactions differed from my expectations. She was way more sensitive than Lina.
The brand's fault?
I figured the scar made her react so easily to my touch. The human body was weird—stimulating shameful, hidden parts amplified the lewd pleasure. I recalled the strange thrill when Lina tongued my ass.
"Mm... Seems real enough."
"Haak!"
I spread her cheeks wide in reply. Her most embarrassing hole exposed. Her tiny, wrinkled anus twitched shyly before me, and I felt my own excitement building.
"D-don't spread it... like that..."
"Oh? Something here you don't want me seeing?"
She clamped her mouth shut. So close to the end after enduring all this, she didn't want to reset.
"Gotta inspect closer."
I brought my face near her ass.
"N-not your filthy... face... haa... there..."
She muttered in panic, but I didn't stop. As my face neared, her anus clenched tight. I sniffed deliberately nearby, and she shuddered with shame.
Well, no foul smell at least.
She kept it clean enough—no disgusting odors. Chuckling, I lifted her spread cheeks slightly. Her upper body wobbled from the push, thrusting her ass closer—her waist bent, exposing her pussy right before my eyes.
Ho, check this slut out.
I smirked at her plump, meaty pussy. Untouched, yet clear fluid already leaked from her slit.
"P-please, enough already..."
"Huh? Haven't inspected properly. Giving up?"
"...J-just finish quick."
Marian never quit. I'd always hated her bitchy persistence, but right now? Not so bad.
"Hm... Something weird attached here?"
I parted her soaked, aroused pussy lips. Her hardened clit peeked out. From experience with Lina, I knew it was women's most sensitive spot—like my cockhead.
"Heek!"
A flick of my fingertip made her hips buck wildly, spilling a lewd cry.
Game on, bitch.
Suppressing a grin at her reaction, I began relentlessly rubbing her clit.