The Saintess's Possessive Cling
Adult readers, skip this chapter if you're all-ages. This is the same content with just the 19+ descriptions removed. Idi wrapped her hands around it and quickly backed away. Seeing that, Della grabbed the doorknob again, but she seemed completely unfazed.
"What's wrong?"
"Isn't it hot...? I got startled..."
Marim bounced over playfully and grabbed the knob with both hands. She showed no reaction either.
"Weird...?"
Pelei, watching from the sofa, staggered to her feet. She shoved Della and Marim aside and seized the knob.
"Ugh...!"
Pelei yanked her hand away as if burned and stumbled, losing her balance. Della and Marim caught her from both sides, preventing a fall.
"Are you okay, Pelei?"
Della checked Pelei's palm. There was no visible injury, but Pelei grimaced in pain, furrowing her brow.
"Why does it only burn Pelei sis and Idi sis?"
"Looks like... holy power..."
Idi gave Pelei a meaningful look, and Pelei nodded curtly in agreement.
Francois, who had watched the whole thing, called the staff over.
"Everyone, come here. Looks like the Saintess is sleeping in that room. We have to be quiet so we don't wake her."
"Hmm... so where the hell did the boss go, then?"
Della tilted her head, and Marim narrowed her eyes mischievously.
"Maybe he's off seducing some pretty noble girls and having a hot time?"
"N-no way... Master wouldn't..."
Della bit her nails anxiously despite her words. Idi just scratched her head, while Pelei ignored Marim and flopped back onto the sofa.
Francois cleared her throat and personally uncorked a bottle of liquor. The fragrant aroma spread, snapping the dazed Idi out of it. She grinned goofily and shuffled to the table.
"Della, Marim... come on quick... let's have a nightcap..."
"But Master hasn't come back yet... We don't even know what he's doing..."
Pelei muttered from the sofa, sounding exasperated.
"He's a grown-ass adult. He'll handle his dick however he wants..."
"I've never even had that lower part... Oh...!"
Della clamped both hands over her mouth mid-mumble. Her blue eyes darted nervously around the staff. Luckily, no one seemed to have heard; they were all gathered at the table, each grabbing a bottle.
"Della sis, don't just stand there—come on! Forget about Master!"
"O-okay..."
Pinned beneath Celereja, I sighed in relief as the staff's voices faded. What a scheming woman... Not content with just locking the door, she even added holy power...
Celereja, who had been holding still, resumed her actions. Using her teeth and lips, she bit, nibbled, licked, and sucked my lips, gums, and tongue.
Earlier, she'd carried me on her back into the room, then as soon as she set me on the bed, grabbed my collar and somehow maneuvered me beneath her. Straddling me, she pinned my wrists above my head and crushed her lips against mine in a bruising kiss. Our tongues tangled in a messy, saliva-drenched deep kiss—until the staff suddenly returned to the guest room.
"Won't the girls think it's weird...? We're both gone, door's locked with holy power on the knob..."
"No. No. No. Absolutely not."
Celereja whispered fiercely in my ear as she moved from my lips to my cheeks and nibbled my earlobe.
"You promised. Never stick it anywhere but my body."
*Schlick.*
"See? You're excited. So why haven't you done it with me until now?"
"I wanted to, but stuff kept coming up..."
"That's why—do it today. Ignore everyone else. Look only at me."
Celereja grabbed my cheeks hard, almost slapping me.
"Answer me."
"Got it..."
Hearing my usual intimidation line thrown back at me felt strangely off. Did my victims feel the same? But Celereja wasn't done. Suddenly, she slapped my cheek—not hard, but so absurd I clutched it and stared.
"Never do it with the other staff. Della, Idwild, Marim, Pelei, Francois. Got it? You saved me, Bertrand. You took my virginity like you'd be with me forever, made me sin unforgivably against the Goddess, then left me hanging. You saved me—so take responsibility."
Celereja's eyes flashed as if she'd strangle me, words pouring out.
"Take responsibility. Now I'm addicted to you—take responsibility. Don't even look at other bitches. I gave you my virginity; you can do that much."
How do I handle this immature, jealousy-filled, possessive saintess...? Goddess, you bitch for ditching me today. Couldn't fix her personality before leaving?
"Fine. I'll do that. You're the only one for me, Saintess."
A lie. But otherwise, she'd probably kill me or herself. Her pent-up lust is making her crazy; better satisfy it first, then talk calmly.
Satisfied, Celereja's expression shifted to a lewd smile.
"Good... then let me make you taste my body quick."
*Schlick. Schlick.*
Celereja seemed to have lost her mind from buildup. She looked ready to devour me. But despite her unhealthy obsession, I was dying to thrust wildly into this lewd saintess's body right now.
"What're you thinking? That my tits are smaller than Idwild's?"
"No, their shape is beautiful—" *Schlick.*
Satisfied, the saintess smirked lewdly and leaned down, pressing her breasts to my face. Hot heat and sweet sweat scent wafted from her drenched chest. With both hands— *Schlick.*
"Hnnngh... *Schlick.*"
As she demanded, I bared my teeth— *Schlick.* She let out a piercing scream.
"Kyaaah...!" *Schlick.*
With one hand— *Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.*
"Oh my... *Schlick.* With my hand?"
Thrilled, she grinned wide and slid downward. Lying prone on my lower belly, the saintess— *Schlick.* Then— *Schlick.*
"Oho ho ho ho..." *Schlick.*
The saintess— *Schlick.*
"Hee hee... please loooook..."
Spreading her mouth wide with index fingers— *Schlick. Schlick.* What kind of saintess is this vulgar...?
"S-Saintess... right...? Or do they teach this at the Holy Academy...?"
"I researched it alone for you, Bertrand. How to make you feel good. How to make you think only of me."
Using holy power— *Schlick.* She revived it. Just now— *Schlick.* Unbelievably— *Schlick.* Suddenly, the Goddess popped into my head...
"Thinking of someone else again, Bertrand?"
"Eek?! No! Never."
"Riiight... now for something newww..."
Celereja— *Schlick.*
"Wh-what're you...?" *Schlick.*
"Feels goooood..." *Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.*
"Hoo... now... I'll do it..."
Excited and thrilled— *Schlick.*
"Hah...!" *Schlick.*
"Ah... *Schlick.*" *Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.*
"Bertrand's— *Schlick.* So happy..."
Celereja— *Schlick.* A smile no cleric should wear.
"Today— *Schlick.*"
"Not my taste, but... anyway... *Schlick.*" *Schlick.*
"Was gonna anyway..." *Schlick.*
"Make me know only you— *Schlick.*"
"Y-yes... uh... yes..."
Driving me crazy... words like that from a saintess's mouth... *Schlick.*
"Haa... haa... it's coming in... finally coming in..."
Her extremely aroused belly heaved with each— *Schlick.* That scent made my head spin. So...
*Schlick.*
"Celereja...!" *Schlick.*
"Uuuuuhhh..." *Schlick.*
"Uuuuuhhh... hnnngh... hnnnngh..." *Schlick.*
"Putting it in." *Schlick. Schlick.*
"*Schlick.* Goddess, forgive meee... please forgive meee..."
Celereja laughed-sobbed her penance. *Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.*
*Schlick schlick schlick schlick.*
"Bertrand... look only at me... only me— *Schlick.*... my— *Schlick.*... don't talk to anyone else..."
"But for work... ah...!"
Celereja slapped my cheek again.
"Answer. Say you will, please."
Suddenly feeling odd, I stopped moving my hips. Desperation laced her voice.
"Please... say you'll look only at me..."
"Saintess..."
Covering her eyes with both hands, Celereja whispered.
"I'm so scared... no one's around me... no mom... the priests tried to rape me... a saintess must be saintess till death... no dreams, no future..."
Stroking the cheek she'd slapped, she cried.
"You're all I have, Bertrand. Besides mom, you're the only one kind to me... why leave me alone...? Why make me hope...? I thought I could be loved... so anxious... scared of abandonment... scared of being alone again... terrified..."
"I'm sorry..."
"I get it... you're busy, have to deal with staff... I get it all... so please... answer... say you'll look only at me... lie if you have to... I wanna hear it... then even if not together every night, I can feel safe..."
It was heartbreaking. Celereja's vulnerability hurt. Love-starved, craving attention, but no one filled it—and she'd reject them anyway. Distrust blinded her; to avoid hurt, she hurt first, living precariously alone.
I reached out, and she came to the light. But it can't end there. Idi said it: from darkness to light, looking back makes it darker. Used to solitude, now terrified of it again. Hence the obsession, jealousy—to bind me.
"No... don't answer... no need to lie. I know you can't be mine alone... know forcing won't work. I know. So... keep going. Too pent up. Masturbating thinking of you doesn't help. Keep going. No words..."
As I tried to speak, she pulled my face into a kiss.
*Schlick. Schlick.*
"Saintess! Saintess! Wake up! Checkout time!"
Marim's shout and door knocks jolted us awake. Early summer sun streamed through the window, heating the room.
"Bertrand... what do we do...?"
Celereja looked worried. *Schlick.* And crucially— *Schlick.* Go out like this? Only if shot by a quarrel...
"What now...? Meant to sneak out at dawn but fell asleep... what now..."
Celereja fretted, messing her hair. My head spun too. Then, a idea—not great, but something—hit. I stared at the open window.