Disciplining the Guest of the Holy Dormitory (1)
I could have resisted if I wanted to. It was the same power that had erased the Demon King, after all. I had learned spells that could burn a person alive, and over the past five years I had mastered swordwork that would cut down three men in a single breath.
But all of that was power for killing. It was not the kind of strength that could be used to resist a situation like this. These were absurd abilities I could not wield against girls touching my body out of simple curiosity, nor should I ever use them on them.
There were hypnotic, bewitching, suggestive, and brainwashing magics I had read about in Master Viran’s books, but those were not for a moment like this either. I knew from experience how completely they crushed one’s dignity, yet more than that…
“Haaah… mmph…”
My mouth was sealed.
The girls’ firm hands dragged me forward as though I were weightless, pulling me toward the triangular wooden horse standing in the center of the room.
“Hngh…! Ump…!!”
A monstrous triangular pillar created to punish wayward girls. I had never suffered anything like it even in the Mittenburg dungeons. It would not hurt as much as having my limbs severed, of course, but the unknown terror still made me twist and struggle.
It was useless. The girls holding me were not much smaller than I was; some were even slightly larger. I could not move at all.
In the end I had no choice but to sit astride the wooden horse as the seminary girls guided me. I squeezed my eyes shut, lifted one leg, placed my crotch over the sharp-looking edge, and let my weight sink down.
It’s going to hurt…
My full weight settled onto the corner. I flinched, bracing for searing pain, but—
“Haaauu…”
It… doesn’t hurt…?
The girls bound my wrists and ankles with the leather straps attached to the horse. My arms were twisted behind me, my knees pressed to the sloped face of the triangular pillar, locking my body helplessly in place.
Instead of the rough, cruel edge I had imagined, a pleasant, soothing warmth seeped into me between my legs like gentle moisture. There was no hard wooden wedge grinding against my most sensitive place; it felt no different from sitting on a slightly narrow saddle.
“See? It doesn’t hurt as much as it looks, does it? Of course not. This is not a torture or execution device. It is simply a tool to keep the hearts of seminary students from growing too cold. It has been blessed with holy light and covered in a thin membrane so that whoever rides it feels no pain.”
Little by little, the blessed warmth of the wood soaked into my body. The tingling between my thighs grew so intense that my toes spread and my legs trembled without my permission.
“Hngyaaah…!?”
“Heee… Lady Kaira is very sensitive. They say those who respond well to holy power become lightly aroused just from riding it. You seem to be exactly that type.”
I tried to turn my burning, shame-filled face away, but there was nowhere to hide. No matter which way I looked, I met the girls’ eyes glittering like a starry sky with anticipation, excitement, sadism, curiosity, and a touch of longing.
Several of those girls stepped closer. I flailed my limbs in panic, but the only sound was the creak of leather straps.
Then a strange, tickling sensation stabbed into my side like a dagger.
“Hekh!? Haaauu!? Nghh!!”
It felt as if my brain had been electrocuted. My vision went dark for a moment, a curtain of shadows falling across my eyes, before light returned. I shook my head with what little reason remained, trying to understand what was happening while drool spilled from my lips.
“Hnguuuh… ump…!! Uuup!?”
The seminary students—the very girls who spent their days seeking God’s name, studying scripture, assisting with temple rites—swarmed over me like ants drawn to spilled honey.
“Haaauuuu!?”
They were licking me.
“Hmm. You make such pig-like noises when it feels good. So even the hero Lady Kaira is ultimately just a female, isn’t she? Just like us… and just like Priestess Pirel was during her own seminary days♡”
“Hi… heuu… hngut!?”
I tried to call Pirel’s name through the gag, but only a little bubbly saliva escaped. Even the crushed remnants of sound were shattered by the girls’ tongues—tickling, sweet, dreamlike, as though they were gently stroking the deepest parts of my mind.
Malinka walked slowly in front of me and pressed her lips to my cheek. It was not a light kiss, nor a sensual one. It was careful and tender, as if I were something truly precious, and the feeling was so… rapturous…
It felt as if light itself had descended upon me.
“I was a year behind Priestess Pirel. We’ve known each other a long time. We came to this room together quite often.”
Malinka winked as she spoke. So Pirel… had done things like this…
“I often heard stories about her precious older sister by ten years, the Empire’s most dangerous criminal, the great hero Lady Kaira. Of course, thanks to the Saint and Priestess Pirel, I understand that the charges against you were false.”
…They weren’t false.
Malinka’s voice grew softer, turning into a tickling whisper against my ear.
“So I was jealous. Jealous of the lewd hero who my precious Sister Pirel adored so much, who summoned men to her bed every night on her journeys, and when she couldn’t find any, would pleasure herself while staring at Priestess Pirel’s small body. But when I finally saw you… what is this!”
Her voice suddenly rose with excitement. I flinched.
“Hnguuuuuh…!?”
It was not only surprise. Several girls had latched onto my legs, licking the sensitive hollows behind my knees as though they were precious candy, refusing to let my twitching, electrocuted-fish body stay still.
“I imagined a quiet, gloomy magician in her thirties, but the hero before me is a doll-like, tiny, adorable girl. How could I feel jealous of someone so small? Instead…”
“Haaup!?”
Malinka licked up the clear strand of drool that had spilled from my mouth and dripped down my chin, as if it were delicious.
The tickling made my head buzz. The shame of drooling like a baby, the overwhelming pleasure pouring in from countless tongues, the way my reason felt ready to burn away; the instant Malinka’s mouth touched my gagged lips, my body shuddered violently.
“I want it too. I want to hold you the way Sister Pirel does. I want to embrace my precious Sister Kaira.”
“Haaauuu…”
I don’t… know anymore. It’s sweet… so sweet… It feels as if their faith, their light, is seeping straight into my body…
“Lady Kaira… your side smells like bread. Sniff, sniff… lick… so fragrant… delicious…”
“Hehe. Such cute, hairless armpits… they smell like a baby, so sweet… and the way you twitch every time I lick is adorable, Lady Hero…”
It tickles… I can’t even laugh because of the gag… it feels awful, yet…
“Your fingers are so slender but soft… your nails are neat and pretty… your palm… lick… it smells savory, like the cake I ate earlier…”
“Heuuup!? Mmph!!”
Even so, it felt so insanely good…
I… I’m becoming strange…
“Hehe. The soles of the hero’s feet, tired from traveling, are a little damp… and so soft… The scent is like a hard biscuit baked three times… slurp…!!”
And then the girl who suddenly began sucking my left big toe as though it were a delicious candy—her tongue, her lips—became the final drop that overflowed the pleasure I had been desperately holding back and shattered my reason completely.
“…!?”
Something inside my mind snapped with a weak, pathetic sound. I instinctively understood that what had broken was the thin, precious branch that had supported my soul, my will, my sanity—the very thing that kept me as myself.
“Mmmphhhhh!!! Ubbuu… huuuh!? Ngh… nnghaaaah!?! Haaeeuuuuh!!”
My entire body convulsed as if struck by the lightning I feared most, the lightning that had killed me in my previous life. It did not hurt. It was ticklish, but not painful. Only pleasure remained… a pure, pleasant feeling as though every speck of dust had been washed away by light…
It feels… so good…
I pathetically lost control of my bladder. Pale golden liquid, glowing under the dim lights of the purification room, gushed out like a fountain and flowed down the slopes of the wooden horse. It was far too viscous to be mere urine. More than half of it must have been the love juices I had spurted earlier.
“Haaee… haaup… uuuu…”
My trembling body, every muscle spent, collapsed like a corpse. My head flopped forward and the saliva pooled behind the gag spilled out in a long silver thread.
In my lowered gaze I saw the sticky honey still dripping from where I rode the horse, and the lewd puddle of mixed love juice and urine that had formed a small lake beneath it.
Malinka licked the saliva running down my bony chest with the care one might give fragrant syrup.
And then…
The gag was removed.
“Haaah…”
My mouth was free, but I had no strength left to speak. I could not even lift my head to look at the girls who had brought me to climax. From above my slumped form on the wooden horse, Malinka’s whisper reached me.
“You really are sensitive. Hehe, even though you’re a hero and an adult, you pathetically wet yourself right in front of us. Can you see? Steam is still rising from it. So warm and sticky. Just as Sister Pirel said—you really are a lewd little brat, Lady Kaira.”
In front of girls far younger than me, girls who admired me, I had climaxed with my face completely ruined.
Shame and sorrow swirled together. The black mixture of emotions soon took shape and flowed outward. In the form of tears.
“Huuu… hic… sob…”
Malinka gently embraced me as I broke into pitiful sobs.
“There, there, Lady Kaira… good girl. This room also serves as a confessional. I swear by Him who burns like the sun that nothing which happens here will ever leave these walls. So please, rest easy…”
The other girls piled on, wrapping us in layer after layer of embrace. The leather straps that had bound me to the horse had been undone at some point, and I spread my arms to hold the children as well.
Inside the wall of girls hugging one another, Malinka whispered again.
“So, Lady Kaira. You may speak your desires. You are neither monk nor priestess, so you are freer from doctrine than we are. Shall we stop here? With just this…”
But… but… I am an adult… a hero… Yet no matter how weak this body is to sexual pleasure, as Rin said, to be tormented even by these children… like this…
…
Yes, like this…
…I don’t want it to end.
“No… I don’t want it to end…”
“Pardon?”
I reached out and pointed toward a shelf.
“Please… Kaira’s… dirty… lewd, vulgar… p-pussy… with that… that thing… please… do it…”
Still holding me, Malinka let out a low, wry laugh.
“Heee… I can’t hear you very well. It’s difficult to understand. With what, and how exactly do you want us to do it, lewd hero?”
“……”
Enduring the burning heat on my scarlet cheeks, I bit my lip.
…There was no other way. Stammering, I opened my mouth.
“Kaira…”
“Yes, Lady Kaira?”
“Kaira’s pussy… with that beautifully carved, large wooden cock… roughly… yes, roughly… torment it until it breaks… shove it inside me… please…?”
The girls’ eyes sparkled like the midnight moon, as though they had discovered the most interesting toy in the world.
“Kaira… break me… I can’t endure it anymore… please, please… okay? Make Kaira feel good… please… haa, haaa…”
Without realizing it, I released the arms that had been hugging the children. Then, making utterly vulgar sounds, I began to touch myself frantically.
The girls—the seminary students who served the most revered god in the Empire—looked down at me as I lay sprawled on the floor masturbating, and then…
They granted my request.