Before Heading to the Holy Nation (1)
"So, the Holy Nation summoned you, Father?"
"Yes, that's what happened."
I showed Viola the letter I'd just received. She read it all the way through and gazed at me with a bright smile.
"The Holy Emperor must have recognized all your hard work, Father."
"Haha, I didn't do anything special."
"You did! From saying Mass to hearing confessions, teaching the kids, working the fields for the village, and even joining that monster subjugation last time!"
"Just little things."
I truly meant it.
Nothing out of the ordinary there. I'd only done what I could.
Rather...
"I think it'd be better not to go..."
Not going seemed like the better choice.
"Why not go?"
"Why? Because this village needs me, Viola."
It was a lie. The real reason I didn't want to go was simple.
What business did an incubus, a lust demon, have in the Holy Nation?
Even that old holy water stung on contact. If holy water brimming with holy power got poured over my head? I'd drop dead on the spot. Even if I wasn't human.
"Father..."
But Viola bought my lie hook, line, and sinker. Her eyes sparkled.
Those sparkling eyes clashed with the Viola from last night's dream.
She'd been smiling then too—but such a sad, wistful smile.
Maybe that's why I reached out and gently stroked her long hair.
"...Father?"
"Ah, sorry. I did it without thinking."
I yanked my hand back at her voice, but she stretched out both hands, grabbed mine, and pulled it back toward her.
"You can stroke more."
"More?"
"Yes, more. Please do more."
She smiled softly, guiding my hand to stroke her, her face breaking into wild grins. Like she was overjoyed, utterly blissful.
Damn, it felt good stroking Viola.
Half by choice, half against my better judgment, I kept petting her as we shifted to talking schedules.
"They called you, so you should go right away?"
"Something like that, but you can take your time. Especially in a one-priest village like this—no one's gonna complain if you're late. But..."
"But?"
"The sooner you go, the quicker you get registered as an official priest and start enjoying the perks...?"
The perks weren't all that impressive.
Extra funding, more holy water supplies, maybe some troop support. Troops probably meant a detachment from the Holy Knights...
Unless it was someone like Benedict, it wouldn't make much difference. Hell, our village hunter Ranner was strong enough to be right on his heels.
Come to think of it, Ranner was a beast. If he was just a step below the future Holy Knight Commander, he could enlist today and climb to vice-commander someday.
Good thing Benedict never crossed paths with him.
That could've gotten messy.
Anyway, I needed to scrape together every excuse not to go.
"Viola, does our church really need extra funds or troops?"
"Hmm... Honestly, more money wouldn't change much around here. Same for troops."
"Exactly, right?"
"Yes, but... I want you to go to the Holy Nation, Father."
"Viola?"
"I want you to become an official priest there."
She stared at me with those sparkling eyes, like she meant it from the bottom of her heart.
"...Is that so? Honestly, no real reason to go—except the holy water."
"Ah, I can make holy water."
......
What did you say?
You can make holy water?
I stared at her, and Viola beamed, manifesting holy power in her palm.
"Mix this holy power with salt and water in the right proportions, and boom—holy water."
What the hell? That's it?
Learning that just made it even more ridiculous.
That simple?
"We’ve actually got years’ worth stockpiled in the basement, so no need to make more anyway!"
I wasn’t planning to ask her in the first place, but still—relief.
Why not ask? Viola had the makings of the future saint. And from healing Benedict before, her holy power was no joke.
Ask her to whip up holy water for me to use? My hand would melt off for real.
Unless it was piping-hot holy water straight from her pussy—anything else touching me would be lethal.
So the only holy water from Viola I'd ever enjoy was my personal batch from her secret folds.
"...Still, you want me to become a priest there?"
"Yes, exactly."
Viola flashed a bashful smile. Seeing it, I ran a quick mental sim.
Nothing fancy.
Just the future if I skipped official priest status.
If I refused? Holy Nation's reactions boiled down to two. First: keep exploiting me for free. Kinda sorry to Benedict for blowing off his favor, but that was the rosiest scenario.
Second: they bother sending a new priest to this backwater speck.
That? Full-on war with the Holy Nation. I wasn't letting go of Viola, and a new priest would mean no more claiming her.
The outcomes were polar opposites, so no choice—I had to go.
"...Yeah, got it. If that's what you want, I'll go."
"Thank you, Kasian."
Viola smiled like she'd won the lottery and thanked me. Feeling utterly unworthy, I looked away and busied myself with other stuff.
"Viola, just to check—no plans today?"
"Nope, none."
"Then..."
I reached for her ass, grabbed a handful, and yanked her toward me.
"Haunnng..."
She let out the cutest moan but came obediently into my arms.
"A quickie wouldn't hurt, right?"
"A... quick... one...?"
"Yeah, quick."
She nodded slowly. I led her back into the cabin.
Hadn't eaten breakfast, but who cared.
All that mattered was fucking her right now.
*
I'd stripped Viola bare and stared at her naked body.
She shyly covered her pussy, cheeks burning red.
"Fatherrr..."
"Yes, Viola?"
"It's... ugh... so... embawwassing..."
Worlds apart from yesterday, when she couldn't see.
Blindfolded, she'd surrendered completely to her lust. Shy, sure, but way more honest than this.
Now? Embarrassment dialed up to eleven.
"Viola, move that hand. I want to see your pretty petals."
"Pwetty petals..."
"Yes, so hurry up and move it."
Even without hypnosis, she obeyed.
There they were: nipples stiff as could be, pussy glistening wet. Deliciously so.
I leaned in and gave her pussy a lick.
-lick
"Huuueeeut...!"
She shuddered hard but offered zero resistance. Like she was begging for more.
I stared at her pussy, teasing it more with my mouth.
"Viola, not a single hair down there."
"Eut... it's... nothing... grows... weird, wight...?"
"No, it's cute."
Yeah, cute as hell. Hairy Viola? Cute. Bald? Even cuter. Either way, adorable.
But... yeah, definitely...
-lick
"Hyaaauuuung..."
From the pussy-eating perspective, no hair won hands down.
"Haa... haa... haat... huuee..."
She trembled like a leaf but held it together. I hugged her lower half and planted a kiss right on her pussy.
-smack
"Huueee..."
Just more trembling and moans. I held her tight, shucking my pants.
Now for the real fun.