The Saintess's Relentless Devotion
I'd already guessed from her footsteps before she even turned around, but I lay back on the bed just as Celereja wanted.
She climbed on top of me. *Plap plap!*
"Saintess... can't we let it digest first?"
"We'll digest it while we do this."
In an instant, she tore off her saintess robes. *Rip rip!* Her hands were so rough that a few buttons flew off. *Rip rip!* Without any preparation, she just went for it wildly. *Plap plap!* Worries about it being too tight were unfounded. *Plap plap!* The saintess was already *slick and ready*. She'd probably been like this ever since overhearing that newlywed couple sharing eggs earlier.
Confirming I was properly *in*, Celereja let out a fierce grunt and started moving savagely. *Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!*
Not a word from her—she just went at it like a madwoman. *Plap plap!* The room still held the day's lingering warmth, turning it muggy, so Celereja quickly broke a sweat. Beads formed on her forehead and *dripped down*. *Plap plap!*
"Saintess...! Hold on a sec...!"
Her intense hip movements made everything *shake*. Then Celereja suddenly pulled off in a rush. *Schlop!*
"Urk...!"
*Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!*
"Saintess, *plap plap!*"
The second round. *Plap plap!* But Celereja wouldn't stop. *Plap plap!*
"No, we can't keep going like this..." But the saintess was already *lost in it*.
"Heh heh heh..." Celereja let out a creepy chuckle as she kept pounding away. *Plap plap!*
Is this really a saintess...?
Only after a long while did she finally ease off cautiously. *Plap plap!*
"Saintess... even if you're in a hurry, *plap plap!*"
"If we 'accidentally' make a baby, I'll just have to get excommunicated..."
Her utterly irresponsible words made me burst out laughing despite myself.
"Excommunicated? What then, wander as an unlicensed saintess dodging the church's patrols?"
"Nooo... I'd come work at the inn?"
"The inn...? Haha... what could you even do?"
Celereja flashed a seductive smile. "Bertrand-exclusive *plap plap!*"
For real...? That's a saintess...?
But regardless, her vulgar, tantalizing words got me *going again*. Celereja raised one arm, showing off her *armpit* as she spoke.
"Bertrand... you like *plap plap!*, right...? Even though it's *completely wrecked*..."
"Hmmm..."
I had no choice but to *dive in*. There was really no resisting. If you see an armpit like that and don't *motorboat it*, you're the eunuch, not anyone else.
Celereja giggled oddly as she *wiggled*. "Bertrand... if we 'accidentally' make a baby, then you marry me."
"Marry...?"
"Yesss... You'll have to spend your life as my husband as punishment for ruining a promising saintess's future."
What the hell? Anyone hearing that would think I'd raped her.
"Every night, *plap plap!*"
I couldn't take it anymore and pulled my face from her armpit to say, "Saintess. Where the hell do you learn this stuff?! Surely not from the Holy Academy."
"The city library has..."
Oh god... A saintess rummaging through the dirty books in the back corner of the library.
"I studied everything to figure out what Bertrand likes. *Plap plap!*"
"Urk... Saintess... snap out of it... don't corrupt the nuns too..."
"But if it's for Bertrand, I have to try hard..."
This was driving me insane. I'd known she was lewd, but not this much.
"More importantly, aren't you curious? About my sword or whatever?"
"No. I'm not curious anymore. As long as I can be with Bertrand, nothing else matters. What the sword is, or what kind of person Bertrand is—it doesn't matter."
Celereja *plapped*. "*Plap plap!*"
"Saintess. Never say stuff like that except when you're with me. If the nuns overhear you practicing, it'll be a real disaster."
Celereja, hating the nagging, *plapped*. *Plap plap! Plap plap!*
Fine. Tonight was an all-nighter of "worship."
After the devout and thorough worship, morning broke.
Celereja, eyes hollow and half-open, *plapped*. *Plap plap! Plap plap! Plap plap!*
"You okay, Saintess?"
I gently grabbed her shoulder, and she jolted in surprise. *Plap plap!*
Shivering, Celereja mumbled incoherently. *Plap plap!*
"No moreee...!!"
*Plap plap!*
"Sorry."
"*Plap plap!*"
"Just use holy healing."
Celereja's hand glowed golden. *Plap plap!*
"Haa... seriously..."
"Won't be able to go hard for a while nowww..."
Celereja *plapped*.
After a lavish breakfast courtesy of the landowner, we headed to the palace.
Celereja waddling down the palace corridor was a sight. Hands on her hips, shuffling awkwardly like a dwarf laborer who'd caught a flu on the worksite.
"Bertrand... my back and jaw hurt so much..."
"Told you to go easy."
"But Bertrand kept *plap plap!*"
"Kept *plap plap!* What, just leave you hanging?"
"Yeah, you're right... hehe... but I got *filled up good*..."
Celereja stroked her lower belly with a sinister grin.
Ugh... if she actually got pregnant, that'd be trouble... I'd just gotten her built up nice, and excommunication from the church would suck. A picky priest replacing her would be a headache... Eh, cross that bridge when we come to it. Last night was great anyway.
Saintess's *plap plap*! Just like she said, *plap plap*! Gotta tell Ukun to soundproof the new staff dorm room that's basically my private one.
The caliph's chamber was extravagantly opulent. Gold and jewels adorned every surface in sight.
Celereja forgot her sore back, staring blankly at it all.
The palace interpreter stood by the caliph, translating our conversation.
I showed the caliph Befar's head and explained what happened. This demon was the sister of the great demon Margas, who once caused havoc in Al-Zasha, and the culprit behind ruining this coffee harvest. But Verabche Kingdom's saintess Celereja had come and resolved it, so no more weird phenomena.
The caliph stroked his beard thoughtfully after the translation.
"Al-Zasha... Al-Zasha...? AH?!"
Suddenly, the caliph sprang from his cushions, jabbing a finger at me furiously and shouting.