Chapter 147
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 147
Chapter Title: Not the Lewd Saintess, but the Holy Saintess (5)
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"P...please... teach Lilith... how to really use her pussy!"
The moment the saintess spoke those words, Bianca ground her teeth and shot up from her seat.
"You fucking bitch, ignoring me like my words are shit? Didn't I warn you not to wag your tail?"
"...B-but... Lilith is... the saintess...?"
She'd been hiding her identity as the saintess just moments ago, but now she was using it as a shield.
But to Bianca, it didn't matter who she was.
"So what? You fucking bitch. I just scrapped with the next Ursula family head, Ursula herself, and you think being a saintess changes anything?"
The instant Bianca said that, I choked at the thought of the chaos that must have unfolded in the dorms, but there was no time to panic.
First, I had to deal with the unbelievable line that had just come out of the saintess's mouth.
"...Senior, calm down."
"Does this look like something to stay calm about? That bitch is completely ignoring everything I say...!"
"Bianca... I'm telling you to calm down."
I spoke in a commanding tone, my gaze turning ice-cold.
Bianca hesitated with a grunt, then plopped back down into her seat with a sulky expression.
"Then let's confirm the terms again, Saintess. You'll help me, and in return, I'll teach you how to use your pussy. That sound right?"
"...Yes. That's it..."
"Can you swear it in the name of the Goddess?"
"...T-that..."
She hadn't even heard the details yet, so she hesitated a bit, but in the end, her lust won out and she nodded.
"...Yes. I swear."
"Understood. We'll go with those terms."
As I sealed the contract, Bianca clenched her fists and asked,
"Hey... you... you're really gonna fuck her?"
"No. I won't."
"...Huh?"
"...What?"
The saintess and Bianca both widened their eyes at my refusal to sleep with her.
"...Y-you're not?"
"Yes. Your condition was for me to teach you how to use your pussy, right?"
"...Yes... that's right."
"Then I'll teach you. But it doesn't have to be your pussy specifically."
The saintess's jaw dropped at my response.
I smiled softly, thinking of purifying the 'tentacles'.
"Then follow me. There's also something I need you to purify first."
The reason I'd offered these terms wasn't just because of Bianca.
My brain, tempered by countless erotic games, had run simulations and devised the perfect way to tame this lewd saintess.
'Touch her body as little as possible.'
In the first playthrough, her innocent mind had been corrupted by her defiled body. This time around, I planned to corrupt her defiled mind with her innocent body.
"...Ah?"
Only then did the saintess realize she'd been tricked and cried out.
"...T-this... this is invalid...! W-what I wanted was...!"
"...Saintess. Didn't you swear in the name of the Goddess? Are you going to ignore that now?"
"...Nngh..."
No matter how blinded by lust she was, she couldn't deny the Goddess, so Lilith clamped her mouth shut.
"Ha, serves you right for eyeing someone else's man."
I let out a small sigh as Bianca smirked mockingly, arms crossed.
I'd brought the saintess back to the dorm to purify the 'tentacles', but the moment I opened the door, I sensed something was off.
"...Master."
Lucia, arms crossed and radiating a chilling aura, asked.
"Who are those women behind you?"
I'd never seen Lucia this angry before, and it sent chills down my spine.
"Ha, you saw them earlier and now you're playing dumb."
"Can't you see I'm talking to Master? This isn't about you, so butt out."
As Lucia and Bianca started a staring contest, I stepped in to defuse the situation.
"...Lucia."
"Yes, Master. It's Lucia."
Lucia replied in a mechanical tone, her lips curved in a forced smile.
"The Lucia who's been waiting only for you. While I waited all night, you were rolling around with Flatty over there, and now you've brought yet another woman?"
"...Flat? Did you just say flat?"
"Guess Flatty isn't just flat-chested—her ears must be bad too."
Bianca bristled immediately at Lucia hitting her weak spot.
"Hey, you fucking bitch. Think big tits make you all that?"
"Watch your mouth, Bianca Beatrice. I'm not just bigger—my family, looks, and talent all outclass yours."
"...You bitch... right now..."
Bianca trembled, biting her lip hard under Lucia's barrage of facts.
"Lucia. Bianca is..."
"...Ha. Fine, Master. Bianca, I get it—always chowing down on big tits can get boring. But what about 'that one'?"
"You know Lilith too..."
"Enough! Master! I don't want excuses! If you need to vent your lust, do it with me! Why drag in another useless thing like 'that'?"
"..."
Recently, I'd started doubting Lucia wasn't jealous at all, but this felt outright hurt.
Didn't Lucia know better than anyone that the saintess was key to conquering the 'Revived Corruption'?
'...Lucia. We swore an oath that day.'
To bring a happy ending to this world, no matter what it took.
But right now, Lucia's attitude made it seem like jealousy had blinded her to that oath entirely.
'...Have you forgotten that oath...?'
Resentment and hurt toward Lucia welled up, but then a sense of wrongness hit me.
"So, what are you? Here to collect payment from Master? If it's payment, I'll cover it—just take it and get lost."
"L-Lilith is... just..."
I might have understood if Lucia was only picking on Bianca.
Bringing Bianca had been pure selfishness on my part.
It wasn't essential for the happy ending.
But Lucia was pretending not to know the saintess at all and lashing out.
'...Why?'
What was driving Lucia to act so aggressively now?
"Master. Why aren't you answering? Say something to me."
I knew Lucia had some intent here.
But I had no idea what it was.
If she wanted something, she could just say it outright...
This approach would only earn her my anger.
'...Anger?'
For some reason, the word 'anger' kept circling in my mind.
"Ha, or now that a new bitch is here, you don't even need to listen to me anymore? Should I leave?"
Her reaction confirmed it.
Lucia wanted me to get angry right now.
So, what benefit would she gain from me snapping?
As I retraced the situation step by step, realization dawned.
'...Lucia. You're...'
Lucia wanted me to lash out in anger and dominate her rebellion here, solidifying the hierarchy in this room.
Until now, Lucia had managed the balance and pecking order among the women, but Bianca's arrival as a new challenger had shaken it.
Adding the saintess on top had turned the wobble into a full collapse.
There were two ways to fix this.
First: Discard Bianca.
Obviously, removing the disruptor would restore balance.
But Lucia knew I wouldn't do that.
So she'd devised a second option.
...Hand all authority to me, making rebellion impossible for anyone.
"Answer me, Master. Should I leave?"
"..."
I'd been too hurt to notice earlier, but up close, Lucia's expression was faintly trembling.
Proof that saying these things to me pained her.
My chest filled with guilt for suspecting her even briefly.
Once I'd decided to embrace multiple women, maintaining balance among them was my responsibility.
Yet Lucia had handled it silently without a single complaint.
Even now, prioritizing me above all, volunteering as the villain to avoid burdening me—I felt nothing but gratitude and apology.
'...But.'
Showing that now would render her consideration pointless.
'Sorry, Lucia...'
Apologizing in my heart once more, I activated Prince on the Bed to harden my expression into cold steel, then roughly grabbed Lucia's hair.
"I let your antics slide as cute, and you cross the line anyway."
"...Nngh... M-Master...?"
At the same time, I exuded fake intimidation via telekinesis and growled in a low voice.
"Lucia. You're nothing but a flesh toilet for venting my lust. Isn't that right?"
"...Ahngh... Y-yes... haa... I-I'm... Master's... flesh toilet..."
"And yet a mere flesh toilet dares to talk back to her master?"
"N-no... I-I didn't mean to defy you, Master..."
—Slap!
I slapped Lucia's cheek with all my strength, and everyone in the room gasped.
'...She's okay, right?'
The sound was huge, but I'd formed a thin telekinetic barrier in front of her cheek, so it shouldn't hurt much.
My palm throbbed like it had been burned instead, but I didn't let it show and pressed on.
"No excuses. Who permitted a flesh toilet to make them? All you can do is beg for my mercy."
"...S-sorry... I'm sorry... Master... m-mercy..."
"Stupid bitch! How many times do I have to teach you?!"
"M-Master...? W-what do you...?"
"Is that how you apologize? Did I ever teach you to grovel like that?!"
I released her hair, and Lucia shuddered pitifully before dropping to her knees and slowly prostrating on the floor.
"...S-sorry... Master... This lowly... flesh toilet... dared to... defy her noble... Master... P-please... show mercy...♥"