The Saintess Came to Like the Sword
The saintess had come to like the sword. 'Did I do something stupid?'
Marian regretted her actions as she spied on the hero's chambers. When Allen had asked if she had anything to say to him, unlike the other women, Marian hadn't made any demands.
She regretted it now, but there were reasons for her behavior. For one, Marian was a saintess. Unlike mages, noble heirs, or that rootless dwarf—or whatever she was—chastity held significant value for her.
Of course, Marian was fully prepared to cast aside her virginity if Allen desired it. In truth, her attachment to the saintess title had all but faded. But even so, the reason she couldn't voice her desires was a deep-seated complex of her own.
Why not me?
Marian had agonized over this for a long time. Incredibly, Allen had slept with every woman around him, and with her soul projection ability—a cheat-level skill—she had witnessed it all.
The women he'd touched already exceeded the fingers on one hand: Lina from the same village, Jena, Karen, that unknowable dwarf girl, Hazel from Butler Territory, and even an unnamed village maiden. It was only natural for Marian to harbor deep suspicions when Allen devoured every woman in sight yet spared her alone.
She'd once thought it was because of her special position as a saintess. But recalling their first meeting, he was hardly the type to care about such things.
It has to be that.
The conclusion Marian reached after much torment was something others might not easily grasp. She believed Allen ignored her because of her origins in Raksha Street.
It was a flawed theory given his actions so far, but complexes were like that—twisting unrelated events into fuel for self-doubt.
Marian assumed Allen despised her lowly background, so she couldn't bring herself to say she wanted to sleep with him. She feared he'd hate her even more. That was why, unlike the others, she lingered alone in her room, radiating gloomy vibes.
Ugh... I want to see him. No, actually, I don't.
Having already spied on his room via soul projection, Marian was now in her physical form. Watching him embrace another woman excited her, but it also stirred a twisted jealousy that made her heart ache too much to bear.
That messy tangle of emotions defied explanation, muddling her mind and leaving her paralyzed. But she'd already seen Allen entangled naked with the other women. Her left breast throbbed with pain, yet her lower body craved more intense stimulation.
"Haa..."
Marian sighed, feeling her already soaked underwear. Was there another saintess in the world as lewd and perverted as her? Self-loathing washed over her at the thought of getting aroused imagining Allen with another woman, but her eyes were already searching for something to soothe her.
And at that moment, the perfect object entered her view: the sword Allen had left with her. Made by Katrin, it was the one he'd wielded in battle.
"Mmm... the hero's touch lingered here."
Marian murmured as she gently stroked the hilt. He'd gripped it throughout the fight, so it must be soaked in his bodily fluids. Her fingers traced it delicately, evoking the strange sensation of touching a man's member.
"J-just a little, Marian."
She whispered to no one in particular, then carefully brought the hilt to her crotch. It pressed against her drenched panties, and she began moaning from the sharp pleasure.
"Ha-ut... haa... Y-your... ha-ut... warmth, hero."
Of course, no body heat remained on the hilt, but in that moment, Marian didn't care. Just knowing it had been in Allen's grasp and now pressed against her pussy was enough to thrill her.
Smooth—smooth—.
The hilt, crafted meticulously by Katrin, glided with exquisite smoothness, teasing between her folds.
"Hnnnghh..."
Guilt gnawed at her for masturbating with someone else's sword, but that very shame fueled another layer of pleasure in her brain. How many strokes had she made?
Click—.
The button on the hilt pressed against her clit, and Marian yelped in surprise, unleashing a lewd scream.
"Hyaaang... Wh-what... ha-ut... is this?!"
Clang—.
Startled, she dropped the sword. Katrin's creation buzzed on the floor, vibrating wildly on its own.
Allen had used the Vibrating Sword in battle, but Marian, watching from afar, hadn't known about its feature.
She blinked at the sword wriggling like a living thing, then swallowed hard, recalling the pleasure she'd just felt.
"Hnnngh... That girl made such a weird thing."
Katrin had added the vibration for cutting power, but Marian couldn't care less about that. She picked up the buzzing sword from the floor and pressed it back to her pussy.
"Hyaaaa..."
The blade vibrated, but the hilt trembled subtly too, stimulating her clit. Marian twisted her face in ecstasy, spilling obscene moans.
"Haaang!"
I gazed at Karen, eyes rolling back as I thrust into her. She'd complained about no turns, but I'd promised her first, so I took her without hesitation.
Jena looked a bit disappointed, but when I teased her pussy with my fingers, she clung to me eagerly. Katrin followed suit.
Feeling Karen's walls clench around my cock, I savored the thrill from Jena licking my chest. My fingers delved into Jena's dripping slit, squeezed just right by her tight pressure.
Katrin stared down at me helplessly, rolling her eyes before leaning in for a kiss. I was surrounded by women, lewd sensations flooding my body from every direction.
This is insane.
My mind reeled from the pleasure assaulting my dick, chest, and tongue. No wonder Aaron dragged multiple maids to bed every night.
Even more intriguing, Karen's pussy felt different this time. I knew her mana circle had settled near her womb, but I never imagined it'd lead to this.
"Hyat, ha-uk... Yes, hero. Deeper... haaang!"
Each pound against her cervix made her mana circle vibrate like a spell activating, the ripples tickling my glans. It was like rubbing against a high-speed vibrator—pure filthy bliss.
Karen seemed to revel in her changed body too, her face more depraved than ever.
"Haa... H-hero. Me too, Jena."
As I focused on Karen, Jena whined jealously. Her red tongue flicked across my chest, sending delayed waves of pleasure.
She suckled one nipple while kneading the other with her hand. I scraped deeper inside her pussy in response, feeling her ass quiver.
"Haa... haa..."
Katrin, who'd been steadily making out with me, panted hot breaths while gazing blankly down. A silver thread of saliva dangled from her lips; I smiled in satisfaction.
My fingers were buried in Katrin's pussy too.
"Ah, I can't take it anymore."
Katrin suddenly pulled away from my hand and said that to me.