A Woman Who Can't Marry Any Other Man
The battlefield was a place of unimaginable horror.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, hitting you with every breath like a metallic tang. The ground was buried under layers of corpses and gore, impossible to see.
Even eleven years after the Demon God War, Jerban Lightbringer still remembered it vividly.
The Demon God Abaddon was an existence of incomprehensible power.
A calamity.
No, even that word fell short in describing Abaddon. He wasn't merely a disaster... he was annihilation incarnate.
With every swing of his arm, thousands of swords rained down like a storm.
Soldiers fell by the masses, unable to even mount a defense before they were cut down.
Jerban's comrades were no exception.
Skilled swordsmen and Holy Knights. Even those hailed as the Church's saintesses—they were nothing more than insects before Abaddon.
To shield the fallen and press forward, Jerban cleaved through the endless demons surging toward him.
Slashing and slashing again with his sword, all to reach the one they called their god.
The war dragged on for nearly half a year.
Bodies with no place to be buried rolled across the field, devoured by swarms of crows that descended upon them.
Jerban's mind fared no better. Comrades who had been alive at his side just moments ago now lay as corpses at his feet, their flesh pecked away by the birds.
No matter how ironclad one's spirit, it was enough to shatter it completely.
The only reason Jerban's sanity hadn't fully crumbled was thanks to...
...one saintess who carved through the enemy lines at the forefront of the battlefield.
A beautiful white-haired saintess wielding a jet-black sword forged from the Authority of Light, mercilessly butchering the oncoming demons.
Her eyes burned with an unyielding brilliance as she cleaved a path straight to the Demon God Abaddon—and succeeded in severing the neck of the self-proclaimed deity.
Afterward, she came to be known as the strongest saintess in history.
People thought she earned that title because others fought alongside her. But Jerban, who had witnessed it firsthand from her side, knew better than anyone: strongest in history fit Elysia Atradain perfectly.
That's why he couldn't dismiss her words as a lie.
Of course, he could try to draw his sword against her... but would it even work?
Jerban had no such certainty.
He had absolute confidence in his swordsmanship, so he couldn't back down here and sheathe his blade. Yet he had no desire to make an enemy of Elysia needlessly.
There was no gain in antagonizing her—and above all...
It was Elysia who had ended that hellish war he so desperately wanted to escape.
"...I won't even try. I don't want to make an enemy of you."
[Sounds like he's chickening out and saying it fancy.]
"Interpret it however you like."
Jerban rose from his seat and shot a final glare at Kyle.
A boy who looked utterly ordinary on the surface. Jerban couldn't fathom why someone like that was with Elysia. He clicked his tongue and walked away.
Oblivious to the fact that it was jealousy speaking.
***
Only after Jerban left did the tension in my chest ease, like I'd been holding my breath the whole time.
I hadn't done anything wrong—why was he staring like that? The jealousy of the strong carried a pressure beyond my imagination.
"Hmph. He's finally gone."
Elysia-noona, her Authority released and pink hair back to normal, sat down in front of me.
Unlike the terrifying expression she'd worn against Jerban earlier, her face now beamed with a gentle smile.
"Noona, you okay...?"
"Huh? We didn't even fight, silly."
"Your opponent's the Sword Saint. What if he comes for revenge later...?"
She chuckled softly at my words and poked my nose with her index finger.
"Ow. You think I'd lose to him?"
"...He's one of the Academy's Five Stars, shining brightest alongside you."
"Pfft, he'd never beat me. You saw it—he chickened out and bolted."
...Yeah, Jerban definitely looked like he wanted no part of fighting her.
Just how strong is she? With all info on her tightly sealed away, I knew nothing of her past exploits.
As I sank into such idle thoughts...
Elysia-noona smiled brightly and squeezed my hand tight.
"Still, it feels nice that my Kyle's worried about me❤"
"...Really?"
"Of course. It's my boyfriend—who I love—worrying because he loves me."
Her words melted away my anxiety, replaced by a fluttering thrill.
"Yeah, I guess... If I didn't like you, I wouldn't worry like this..."
"Heehee...❤ But seriously, no need to fret that much. Your noona's way stronger than you think."
"...Honestly, I have no real sense of it."
"Want me to prove how strong I am?"
Elysia-noona leaned in close with a seductive smile, whispering in my ear.
"Tonight... in bed❤"
Heat rushed to my face.
I'd half-expected a sparring match or something. But no—she meant there.
"...You're seducing me like a real succubus."
"So, you hate it?"
"Never said that..."
As if I would.
Sharing body and soul with the one I love? It drove me wild with joy—never hated it.
"Then tonight's sex is confirmed❤ Right?"
"...Yeah. But first, dinner, then a little date."
"Obviously. This time's all for you and me."
She intertwined our fingers, beaming radiantly.
Thump. Thump.
My heart raced furiously.
Steak filled my mouth, yet it tasted like sweet honey.
I thought I didn't like things too sweet...>
Apparently, dating Elysia-noona had changed my tastes.
I hoped this sweetness would linger longer, grow even richer—without me realizing it.
"Food to your liking?"
"...Yeah. As expected from a top-class restaurant—it's amazing."
"But y'know."
Elysia-noona glanced around slyly, then exposed one nipple and said,
"I bet mine tastes even better...❤"
"...!!!"
It was a thought I'd always had, and still did: my girlfriend was so lewd—and utterly lovable.
"You'll savor me tonight, right?"
"...Of course. Obviously..."
"Hehe. Stuff yourself full until you can't eat another bite❤"
***
After dinner, Elysia-noona and I took a short walk before heading home. She said digesting a big meal with some movement was better than rushing.
"Haaah... Feels good to be stuffed."
"Enjoy the meal?"
"The food was great, but time with Kyle was perfection."
She smiled with crinkled eyes and squeezed our joined hands tighter.
"...Coming on that strong makes it hard for me."
"Whyy? It's the truth."
"That's what makes it more dangerous."
"Mmm...❤"
Elysia-noona stared deeply into my eyes for a moment, then hooked her arm through mine, pressing close.
Her breasts were so massive that even arm-in-arm, I felt the soft sideboob against my arm.
"I think this is more dangerous, no?"
"...Yeah, it's trouble down below."
"Oops. I wanna stay stuck to you even if it makes my Kyle squirm."
What a teasing girlfriend.
Every moment was already charged with arousal and excitement that I was barely suppressing... and Elysia-noona was pouring oil on the fire with dizzying stimulation.
The fact she knew exactly what she was doing made it even more mischievous.
"Noona's such a perv..."
"What, you don't like a super-pervy, slutty saintess girlfriend who gets horny for her boyfriend every second?"
"I didn't say it that extreme..."
I gripped her hand harder and said,
"...I don't hate it. If anything, I love it more."
"Heehee...❤ Because I am such a woman, I could never marry another man. Guess I'll have no choice but to marry my Kyle?"
She winked and snuggled even closer.
Heat rose to my face from the vivid softness of her breasts... but I didn't hate it, so I didn't push her away.
"...Come to me, then. Marry me."
"Even if you said no, I was gonna kidnap you anyway❤"
"Feels like the roles are reversed."
Elysia-noona burst into laughter at my words.
Her laughing face was so lovable—my girlfriend.