A Delicate Cleaning
"T-Take responsibility...? H-How...?"
There were many ways to take responsibility. For instance, she could use her tongue to lick away what she had spilled on my body until it was clean. Or she could give me the chance to exact revenge in the exact same manner. But either option was far too extreme for Rielia to handle just yet.
She was different from Carmel. Unlike Carmel, who only shone brighter the harder she was pushed, Rielia felt as though she might truly break if I pushed too hard.
I offered her a gentle smile. "There's no need to be so frightened. I'm simply asking you to wipe it off. You can do at least that much, right?"
"O-Oh...! O-Of course! I'll wipe it off right away...! Uh, um... but there's nothing to wipe it with..."
Rielia looked around the room, but nothing suitable caught her eye.
"Ah, right! Could you perhaps lend me a handkerchief? Like last time..."
"Hmm... unfortunately, I forgot to bring a handkerchief today."
Actually, I have one. It was tucked neatly inside the pocket of my dress. But I wanted something else.
I pointed toward Rielia's somewhat disheveled pile of clothes. Resting right on top was the sky-blue panties she had just taken off.
"There's something perfect for wiping right over there. It's not like it's an outer garment, so wouldn't it be fine?"
"Wh-What...? U-Using something I was wearing... on your body, Princess...? N-No, I couldn't!"
"But if we don't hurry, the scent might linger. If I end up smelling of urine in front of His Majesty... ugh, just imagining it is terrifying."
"U-Ah, uuu...!"
Kind-hearted Rielia could never stand by and watch me suffer such a plight. Halting her thoughts, she picked up the sky-blue panties and stepped closer to me.
"Uuu, I'm so incredibly sorry... for subjecting you to this... Please, feel free to call me a bedwetting Saintess..."
Not a bad nickname. I would definitely have to use it later.
In all honesty, she might have developed a habit. A troublesome habit of squirting every single time she climaxed. If so, things would get even more interesting once she learned how to pleasure herself. Well, to be frank, imagining Rielia crying every night as she washes her underwear and bedsheets is actually quite adorable...
"P-Please excuse me, Princess..."
Approaching me, Rielia began to wipe away the droplets scattered across my body with tentative hands. She sniffed the air, clearly worried about the smell.
Fortunately for both of us, there was no foul odor. Perhaps because she was a Saintess possessing divine purification powers, even the harsh elements of her urine had been completely purified.
The sensation of soft fabric gently rubbing against my skin was exquisite. Rielia wiped my body with the utmost care, her singular focus suggesting she wouldn't allow even a single tiny droplet to escape her notice.
The place that had taken the Saintess's holy water head-on was none other than my chest. As Rielia wiped upward from below, she inevitably reached the valley between my ample mounds.
Staring at them, Rielia swallowed hard. Then, she carefully began to wipe from the underside of my breasts.
It tickled quite a bit. Having my body wiped down was a common experience for me as a princess, as I entrusted myself to my maids several times a day. However, the maids' touch was professional to the point of being almost mechanical; I barely felt anything more than a whisper against my skin. Thus, Rielia's clumsy, hesitant touch felt entirely novel.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm going to t-touch them for a moment... Your breast, Princess..."
"Go ahead, as much as you like."
Rielia had seemed exceptionally tense ever since my breasts were right before her eyes. Perhaps she was remembering when I caressed her own breasts, acutely aware of them as a highly sexual zone. Well, even by my own standards, my breasts were beautifully shaped. It was only natural for Rielia to lose herself in the sight.
Rielia's small hand gently nudged my breast to the side. Slipping her hand—still clutching her panties—into the space she had created, she began to meticulously wipe between my cleavage. Feeling her hand and arm slide in and out of the valley of my breasts was an incredibly strange sensation. To be perfectly honest, it was quite a thrilling experience.
"Ah..."
Rielia's gaze locked onto one spot before she hurriedly looked away. The place she had scrambled to avoid was none other than my nipple. Naturally, it was erect. It would be stranger not to get aroused when a naked Saintess was diligently wiping down my body. A pink nipple budding atop a beautiful breast. Rielia pretended not to look, yet her eyes kept darting back to steal glances.
"Make sure to wipe that spot properly too. I felt a droplet land there."
"Y-You mean..."
"The very spot you keep staring at, Rielia."
Startled at having her inner thoughts laid bare, Rielia's eyes widened. Yet, following my command, she brought her panties toward my swollen nipple. As if handling a priceless, fragile ornament that might shatter under the slightest pressure, she began to wipe my nipple with extreme care.
"Ah..."
A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. The stimulation wasn't intense; it was so faint it felt like a mere tickle. But to my highly sensitized nipple, even that was enough to send a wave of pleasure through me. Startled, Rielia quickly pulled her hand back and asked hesitantly,
"D-Did it hurt? I've never seen them get this swollen before... I didn't know it would hurt..."
"No, it didn't hurt... It felt good."
"R-Really...?"
"Yes. That is one of the most sensitive erogenous zones on a woman's body. If we keep playing with yours, Rielia... it will become more and more sensitive too."
Rielia no longer averted her gaze, staring intently at my nipple instead. It seemed her curiosity had been piqued once again. To be honest, having her study me so closely was a bit embarrassing. I was only human, after all.
"Well, will you keep wiping?"
"Ah, yes!"
"You don't have to be as cautious as before. Just wiping it normally like the other areas will do."
"U-Understood."
Rielia immediately put my feedback into practice. Grabbing a drier section of her panties, she began to rub and wipe my nipple.
...Ah...! I hadn't meant for her to do it quite this roughly... and yet, it felt incredible. My nipple throbbed with delight at the clumsy, unrefined friction born of her innocence.
In this manner, Rielia devotedly and thoroughly wiped both of my nipples. Perhaps, driven by curiosity, she wanted to confirm the texture with her touch, not just her eyes.
Once she finished with my nipples, she wiped my upper chest, and finally, my shoulders and neck where stray droplets might have splashed. Having absorbed her urine, Rielia's panties were now so soaked that putting them back on was out of the question.
"I-I think I'm done... How is it? Does it still feel damp?"
"Hmm, it feels perfectly fine. Thank you, Rielia."
"N-No, it was my fault to begin with... I promise I will never pee like that again..."
As if she could stop it just by making a promise.
"Let's get dressed now, then."
Rielia nodded vigorously and walked over to her discarded clothes. Then, she paused. She seemed to be debating whether she should put back on the panties she had just used as a towel.
"...It would probably be best not to wear those."
"Y-Yeah, I suppose so...?"
A Saintess walking around in urine-soaked panties was dangerous in more ways than one. It was far better to go without. At least she could make up an excuse about being forgetful if anyone found out.
With a look of grim determination, Rielia began to slip into her clothes. Watching her, I realized why she had been so desperate to wear even those soiled panties.
Her priestess robes featured a deep slit that ran high up her thigh. While the priestesses I had seen at the royal palace all wore black stockings, Rielia, for some reason, always went bare-legged. It was highly likely a habit born of her poverty.
The only thing shielding her front was a single layer of fluttering fabric. And because of the slit, even a slight breeze could easily expose her private, shameful place. Whoever designed this outfit deserved a medal.
Surely, there were no wicked souls at the Orbin Monastery who would dare lift the Saintess's robes, but it wasn't strange for her to feel anxious. After all, unexpected accidents did happen.
Of course, she could just run back to her room and put on another pair of underwear. But even that brief window of vulnerability was enough to make her uneasy.
Once I was fully dressed, I spoke. "Well, shall we go?"
"Y-Yes..."
Now temporarily commando, Rielia seemed incredibly embarrassed about stepping out into the world. The way she clutched the hem of her robes with both hands looked rather unnatural, though to me, knowing exactly what was going on underneath, it was utterly adorable.
I reached for the locked doorknob but paused without turning it. It was time to bring this delightful little interlude with Rielia to a close. However, I still had one important request to make of her—a request I had hesitated over until the very end.
"Rielia."
"Yes?"
"I plan to return here in a few days. Until then, please look after Rika. You don't need to do anything special. Just... keep her company and talk to her."
Something might happen as the effects of the Hypnotic Incense wore off Rika. I was still anxious about where her rootless emotions might drift. Someone had to keep an eye on her. Someone who knew the truth about Rika and me, and who was more devoted than anyone else. There was no better candidate than Rielia.
Yet, this was asking her to shoulder a portion of the consequences of my own sins. Because of that, my heart felt heavy—at least, until I saw the expression on Rielia's face.
"Yes, leave it to me!"
My little bedwetting Saintess smiled as brightly as the sun. Though she was still awkwardly clutching the hem of her robes like a flustered child, her radiant smile looked more dependable than anything else in the world.