Chapter 151
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 151
Chapter Title: The Holy Saintess, Not the Lewd One (9)
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“...Mm...”
With great care so as not to wake Bianca sleeping in my arms, I gently laid her on the bed and glanced to the side.
“...Haa... Master...”
“...Heh... hehe... dummy...”
Lucia and Vivian had passed out after just a couple of climaxes.
On any other day, two orgasms would have been mere warm-ups...
Even if my skills had improved, sharing others' sensations was still too much for them.
I pulled the covers over the three women and got out of bed to dress.
...Well then...
I'd been deliberately ignoring it, but I had no more excuses to back away.
As I slowly turned my head, Lilith—half out of her mind—was yanking desperately at the lock of her chastity belt, trying to get it off.
“...Hng... uh-ha... haa... I-it won't... come off... hngaa...!”
...Of course it wouldn't unlock just from that.
Besides, this chastity belt was a custom job Tristia had made for Lucia. It wouldn't budge under normal force.
“...Hngaa...! You... just open a little...!”
Now the saintess was slapping the belt with her palm in frustration.
...Good thing I locked it on.
Even with it secured, she was still trying to masturbate somehow. Without it, she probably would've gotten lost in self-pleasure and never learned how to use her pussy properly.
“...Saintess.”
I approached Lilith from behind as she focused intently and tapped her shoulder.
“...Eek! T-Teacher...”
She jolted in surprise and pulled her hands away from the belt.
Pissing herself openly was fine, but slapping the chastity belt was embarrassing, apparently.
“...Did you learn well how to use your pussy?”
“Y-Yes... I watched real good... It was amazing...”
Lilith nodded and spread her legs expectantly.
Her thighs were drenched with an unbelievable amount of love juices.
“...So... Lilith is... r-ready now.”
“Good to hear.”
“...Yes...”
“Then change your hair color back first.”
Hearing that, Lilith blinked in confusion.
“...Why the hair color...?”
“It's time to go back. Dawn's approaching. No need to move when there are more eyes around.”
“...?”
She tilted her head and glanced at the bed where Lucia lay.
“...C-Can't Lilith... sleep here...?”
“Why would the saintess sleep here?”
“Th-The others are... sleeping here... Lilith wants to... sleep here too...”
...Did this saintess even remember we'd only met today?
Even with Yangho the witch hag—who had the same pink hair—she'd offered a belly rub on our second meeting.
“...Enough. Get up. I've kept my promise to you. Now it's your turn.”
“Y-You're so mean... Teacher... How can you show me that and just leave... Lilith won't get up...”
“Saintess. If you don't get up now, that's another week on the chastity belt...”
Before I could finish, she shot up like she'd been burned.
“...O-Okay. I'll go... Just go, right...?”
Thoroughly dejected, Lilith pouted and trudged toward the door.
I called out to her.
“Saintess, hold on a moment.”
“Yes! Teacher! Lilith's right here!”
Thinking I'd changed my mind, she beamed and scampered back.
One word and she went from tears to smiles—this saintess lived at a hectic pace.
“Should Lilith take it off herself...? Or do you want to...?”
“That's not why I called you.”
“...Huh? Then... why?”
“Even if you're leaving, take your work with you.”
“...Oh... right...”
I handed the drooping saintess the box containing the tentacle.
“Purify the item inside.”
“...Can I open it now?”
I nodded, and she cautiously opened the box.
—Wriggle—wriggle
The moment the lid lifted, a noxious demonic energy poured out from the tentacle, so thick it was hard to breathe.
“Teacher...”
Seeing the contents, her eyes filled not with suspicion or malice, but genuine concern.
“Where did you get this?”
Lilith's face was that of the holy saintess, not the lewd one.
Seeing her like this, I could tell she was a bit more depraved than in my first run, but her core hadn't changed.
“...I can't tell you.”
“Why not?”
“Because it would orphan a child who just lost his father.”
To explain how I got the tentacle, Tristan's name would inevitably come up.
No matter that it was to save his daughter—Tristan had crossed a line by letting an intruder into Carnea Academy.
And in this case, regardless of circumstances, it looked like the intruder had threatened the princess.
If things went wrong, Tristan could face execution for attempted regicide.
...Since no one died...
Best to let it pass as if nothing happened.
“...Then I won't ask. But... this, at least, I'll destroy.”
“I can't allow that.”
She met my refusal with calm, sunken eyes.
“Sorry, Teacher. This isn't a request—it's a notice.”
“Same here.”
“...Teacher... Do you know how dangerous what's inside is?”
I nodded.
I knew all too well.
I'd seen bad ends from that tentacle more times than I could count.
“Then why...?”
“...But I need its power to save someone without sacrifice.”
No matter how I crunched the numbers, facing "Revived Depravity" alone required the tentacle's power.
There was risk, as she said, but a calculated gamble beat total ruin.
“...Teacher. What are you planning?”
“Hard to say right now... but once the purification's done, I'll tell you everything.”
Her pink eyes bored into me as she bowed her head slightly.
“...Another promise?”
“Yes. A promise.”
“Got it... Then Lilith will trust Teacher and wait.”
“Thank you for believing me. How long until the purification's done?”
There was time before "Revived Depravity" appeared, but securing a "host" sooner was better.
“Hmm... I could destroy it now, but... to purify while preserving power... even rushing, it'll take about a week.”
“See you in a week, then.”
“Th-The fastest is a week! Give me a little more time...”
As she whined, I smiled sweetly and asked back.
“The longer purification takes, the longer the chastity belt stays on. That okay?”
“...I'll finish in a week, no matter what.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it, Saintess.”
Even after our talk, Lilith fidgeted in place.
“Something else to say?”
“...Yeah... Teacher. Is Lilith... really going back? Not sleeping here...?”
I shook my head at the still-reluctant Lilith.
“Yes. Let's go. I'll walk you to the dorm.”
“...No need... I'm f-fine... Hng♥!”
I wrapped an arm around her waist, slyly cupping the underside of her breast, and asked.
“You sure you don't want an escort?”
“...O-On second thought... it'd be nice if Teacher walked me...”
...Yeah, she was definitely the lewd saintess.
On the way back after dropping Lilith at her dorm.
The moon hanging in the night sky was hidden behind clouds.
Was it because of the recent commotion?
Or was I just caught up in the pre-dawn mood?
Walking alone, my thoughts multiplied.
...Can I pull this off?
Thinking it over again, I hadn't accomplished anything on my own so far.
With help from more people than I could count, I'd barely made it this far.
...But "Revived Depravity" was different.
I'd bring Lilith along for recovery and purification, but all the fighting fell squarely on me.
...If I fail...
I had no intention of pretending death didn't scare me.
Of course it did.
But what terrified me more was "Depravity" spreading the instant I failed.
...Meaning Lucia and Iris turning on each other, Bianca and Vivian slaughtering one another.
My mind churned with nonstop horrific visions.
...Let's rest a bit...
I ended up sitting on a bench near the dorms, trying to calm down, when a clear voice reached me.
“Master.”
“...Lucia?”
I turned to see Lucia—not in her usual prim attire, but in sleepwear with my outer coat draped loosely over her.
“Yes, Master. It's Lucia, your Lucia.”
She gave a pitiful smile and sat naturally beside me.
“...You must be tired. Why aren't you sleeping?”
“Couldn't sleep without Master.”
It was truly wondrous.
Just seeing her face made my surging anxiety melt away.
Then, the clouds parted briefly, moonlight spilling onto Lucia. Faintly, her cheeks flushed pink.
“...Sorry.”
“...Huh?”
As she tilted her head, I stroked her cheek and said.
“Must've hurt a lot.”
“...Ah... No. I'm really fine. I did say harsh things, so... no need to worry.”
“How could I not? I know what was in your heart when you said it...”
Lucia gripped my hand tightly.
“...I'm truly okay. Knowing Master understands is enough for me. ...And Master's hand hurt more.”
“...”
Even now, her concern for me filled my throat with guilt, leaving me speechless.
“...Master. Feels like winter still, doesn't it..”
Her sudden words broke the silence.
“...?”
It'd been well into spring—winter made no sense.
I gave her a look asking for explanation, and Lucia tugged lightly at my collar.
“...Winter.”
Seeing her quickened breath and flushed face, I finally got it.
“Yeah, feels like winter.”
I smiled faintly, placed a hand on her shoulder, and pulled her close.
“Can't be helped, then.”
“Yes, winter's cold... But Master...”
Resting her head against my chest, Lucia whispered softly.
“...I wish it could be winter forever.”