17. The Saint and the Hero!
My senior is coming with me.
My senior would never abandon me.
Having finished my meeting with the Facility Director, I headed down to the Underground Containment Chamber where the newly admitted anomaly was being held, Lee Sirin at my side.
Its hazard rating was Black, but I fed Sirin some half-baked line about it being a lightweight Yellow-grade specimen.
There had to be a reason the Director had tried to keep this entity's information hidden from her, after all.
…Not that Black-grade anomalies ever get properly disclosed to anyone below Team Leader rank in the first place.
It was almost certain he'd put her under special management as a candidate for the next Team Leader position…
Was he worried she might die from contact with something too dangerous?
"Team Leader! What kind of anomaly came in this time?"
"I heard it's the kind that displays some unusual visions."
"Whoa…!"
"They said it takes a female form, though they were careful to phrase it as not actually a female body…."
Shff….
Sirin's eyes turned glacial in an instant.
Did I put my foot in my mouth or something? That startled me.
When we reached the observation glass of the containment chamber, the two of us stood there with our jaws hanging open at the scene inside.
A colossal stained-glass window. Colorful glass shards moved and shifted, assembling a woman with white hair and crimson eyes.
But what shocked us even more was something else entirely — Yukel, inside the containment chamber.
"…Yukel?"
Yukel stood within the chamber, staring blankly up at the stained glass.
Chnk.
I immediately slammed the microphone button and shouted.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing in there?!"
"…Unfold."
Yukel drove her holy sword into the floor with a thud, and a massive radiance engulfed the window. The holy sword's form transformed into an enormous shield.
The containment glass was now completely veiled — impossible to see inside from the outside.
Had she been so thoroughly brainwashed by that entity that she was resorting to a technique she barely ever used, given how much the holy sword's power had waned?
And why on earth was she even interested in that anomaly in the first place?
…The Saint. The Hero.
No way.
Furrowing my brow, I pulled out the Black Cube.
Inside the containment chamber, where vision had been utterly sealed off, Yukel left her transformed holy sword where it was and approached the stained glass.
A voice drifted out from within the multicolored shards — an exquisitely beautiful voice, honey dripping from every syllable.
"It's been a long time, Yukel."
"…It has. Aisha."
Yukel had always claimed to be a hero from another world — and she possessed the memories of that other world to prove it.
During her life as a hero in that other world, there had been companions who fought beside her to fell the Demon King.
Among them had been Aisha, her lover of days past.
Trembling.
Yukel reached out with a shaking hand and touched the stained glass. The glass surface rippled with a low hum, and it drew her consciousness inside.
Her mind went hazy, her vision flooded white. By the time she blinked, blinking her eyes into focus against the light, a small garden had materialized around her — a pure-white tea table and chairs arranged upon the lawn.
Across the table, the saintess with long flowing white hair and blood-red eyes smiled warmly at Yukel.
"My Hero."
"……."
"What on earth has happened to your mind?"
She set her teacup down on the table and rose slowly from her seat. The figure revealed beneath her white nun's habit was intensely… lewd.
Aisha's sensuous fingers undid Yukel's crimson twin-tails, and her red hair cascaded down, draping luxuriantly over her shoulders.
Then Aisha stripped off Yukel's white coat and blouse — though "stripped" wasn't quite the right word. "Dismantled" would have been more accurate.
This was a world made of will and spirit, where anything both Aisha and Yukel desired could be conjured into being with ease.
In an instant, Yukel's porcelain-white chest and slender frame stood bare to the air.
Yukel flushed faintly at being nude before someone for the first time in so long, but the warmth radiating from Aisha's hands finally melted her resistance away.
"…I'll purify the filth from you, Yukel."
"F-filth?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I got naked because of the mood, but what exactly is supposed to be filthy about—"
Aisha seized Yukel's chin and captured her lips.
Mmph, mmn, chuuup… shlck….
Aisha's tongue invaded Yukel's mouth.
She poured her saliva directly into Yukel's mouth. If this counted as holy water, well — holy water it was….
The holy water slid down her throat and spread through Yukel's entire body. The filthy something dwelling in Yukel's mind — the contamination, the alterations, the residue — all of it turned to ash in an instant under the holy water's touch.
"Nnh, mm… hah, ah…!"
Yukel's breath was utterly cut off by the saliva streaming ceaselessly from Aisha's mouth.
Every time she tried to breathe, Aisha's saliva flowed down into her lungs instead.
In the end, gripping Aisha's habit tight enough to nearly suffocate, Yukel felt tongues entangling and twisting together, felt saliva trickle cleanly down the line of her throat and between her breasts, felt Aisha bite down softly on her plump lower lip before letting her gaze drift lower.
Hah… hah….
Driven to the very brink of asphyxiation, Yukel's chest heaved desperately.
The small, modest mounds that had been pressed beneath her bra came free, and her nipples began to stiffen and swell. A perfectly natural physiological reaction.
Aisha pinched Yukel's nipples up between two fingers, the way one might pluck a raisin.
"Ah—…!"
Yukel's back arched with a jolt, her waist snapping like a spring.
Aisha descended without pause and swallowed Yukel's left breast whole.
Chu, chuuup….
Her lips suckled at the swollen peak. The flat of her tongue stroked and soothed the areola around it, then the very tip of her tongue began prodding at a tiny, invisible hole at the very center of her nipple, trickling holy water inside.
"Aahn…! Aisha, Aisha, please…."
Yukel's toes curled and wiggled endlessly as she reveled in the pleasure.
Her right breast stayed kneaded in Aisha's grasp without rest, and the lips devoted to her left breast never stopped either. Incredibly skilled.
For a saintess, it was… behavior that bore no resemblance to a saintess whatsoever.
Lightly grazing the tips of her nipples with her teeth while her tongue and hands worked in concert — her technique was on par with an experienced courtesan's.
Aisha dragged Yukel over to the tea table, spread her legs wide, and lifted one of them up onto the table's surface.
Yukel's slacks and panties vanished with a burst, leaving her glistening crimson sex fully exposed.
"…My Hero went and copied her soul. And she spent that copied soul on such filthy things. Yes. Bad girl."
"Aaahh…! Aisha! Not there—…!"
Aisha spread Yukel's pussy, her petals, apart to either side. Between the parted folds appeared the puckering entrance of her vagina, along with her small swollen bud — her clitoris.
Aisha buried her face between Yukel's legs. Deep, so very deep.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, hnngh….
Every time her tongue rubbed against her clitoris, Yukel felt a pleasure so sharp it felt like she might come apart.
Not foreplay, not fondling, not even sex…
If one had to put a name to it… yes. Purification. Purification was the correct word.
A relentless, obsessive compulsion — to bleach Yukel's sullied body and mind spotless, and to blanket them with herself.
That was what drove the saintess now sealed within the stained glass.
Shlck, shlrllk….
Lost between pleasure and pain, Yukel twisted her hips while pulling at her own hair.
Savoring every one of those reactions, Aisha burrowed deeper toward the entrance of Yukel's vagina. At the same time, she brought her index and middle fingers up to her own mouth, slicked them, then pushed them in — shlp… all the way to the root.
The inner walls of Yukel's vagina clamped down hard around Aisha's two fingers and her tongue. Aisha curved her fingers into a sickle shape inside her, pressing down firmly, firmly on that sensitive spot — the G-spot — continuously stoking her arousal.
And then, just before the climax—
The saintess abruptly stopped everything, gave one slow lick across her own lips, slick and glistening with juices, and declared with a solemn expression:
"Be purified."
"I'm coming…! I'm coming!"
Splash.
Shudder….
Yukel's body went rigid as she sprayed her juices in every direction, both eyes rolling back to show their whites, her face melting into a shameless, ahegao expression.
The muscles of her inner thighs quivered so violently that every tendon connecting thigh to knee stood out in sharp relief.
Crash.
Chains and shards of glass shattered inside her mind.
Every single alteration and manipulation Sirin had woven into her evaporated as if it had never existed at all.
Aisha licked Yukel's inner thighs clean of every trace of her juices, then laid her down on the floor and climbed on top of her.
"You were terribly dirty, weren't you? Now you've come back to me as my pure, precious Hero again."
"Hah… hah… Aisha…. Thank you. I'll ask you later how I ended up here."
Yukel's eyes regained their original light, and she wrapped her arms around the neck of her beloved — Aisha, lying atop her — sharing one more deep kiss…
Flash.
She returned to the real world.
BOOM!
The containment chamber wall exploded inward, throwing up a massive cloud of dust.
I had warped the laws governing the space with the Black Cube and collapsed its structure outright.
"Yukel! Are you okay?! You weren't contaminated, were you?!"
"…Seolrin."
Yukel reclaimed her holy sword with one hand, and the blade returned to its original form — the form of Barisada.
She rose unsteadily to her feet.
"What did you just do in there? You were mentally contaminated, weren't you?"
"No."
"…Seriously?"
"Yeah. I wasn't. I was just interested in it, so I ran a little experiment. Seolrin."
Something… felt wildly different about her all of a sudden?
So there really is some connection between the names "Saintess" and "Hero," after all…?!
Yukel avoided my gaze, glancing briefly at Sirin.
Scritch.
She scowled, then stomped out in an oddly irritated, heavy-footed hurry.
Sirin slid smoothly to my side, both her eyes glittering.
"Team Leader."
"Hmm?"
"…This space and that glass are both really unpleasant. Let's go."
"O-okay."
Hah.
I heaved a long sigh, repaired the shattered wall, and headed back toward the observation glass of the containment chamber.
I had a feeling today was going to be a very long day.