Have the Girls Been Tainted by the Demonic Touch? (1)
I did not try to soothe Azalea's bewilderment. I simply remained silent. She was a wise saint; she would remember soon enough. The stories we had shared around the campfire before the heroes parted ways.
"I'm a little confused, but... yes, I remember now. I understand... So you really found your mother."
Azalea spoke with a dazed expression, her gaze shifting between my face and Pirel's. Their resemblance was uncanny. After all, during our adventures together, I had never shown her the power to rewind a person's time by decades. Hearing about it was one thing; witnessing the result was quite another.
"Then... the reason Kaira came here is..."
"Yes, exactly as you suspect."
Azalea already knew. I had no family left besides Pirel, no home or homeland to return to. With Pirel reverted to a child, there were only two paths left to me: wander endlessly with her, or entrust her to someone I could trust.
"I know I cannot offer my own body as sanctuary. But if it is someone who no longer exists in this world, I thought there would be no burden. A criminal is one thing, but Mother is not. That is why I came here so shamelessly."
"Shameless...? Kaira..."
Azalea's eyes wavered. Perhaps she was reproaching herself, remembering how her first words to me after a year apart had already implied she could not take me in.
As if sensing the tension between us, Pirel clutched my sleeve tightly.
"I regret how coldly I sent you away back then."
I offered her a bitter smile. There was no need to revisit that conversation.
"Very well, Kaira. I will take care of your mother as penance. I will look after her personally, as if she were my own daughter. We will share the same bed, and no matter what happens, I will protect her with my own hands. You may rest easy."
I silently took the saint's hand and squeezed it. ...It was not hot, as I had feared. Azalea was sincere. She did not hate me, did not fear me, did not regard me as an enemy.
"Thank you—"
"Wait a moment."
Pirel cut in, interrupting me. Azalea and I both looked down at her, tilting our heads.
"Eh...? Pirel?"
"I'm a little annoyed that the two of you decided everything without asking the person most concerned, but fine. I understand. This was always that kind of journey. Still, before that, I have two conditions."
...Mother's personality had not changed at all. Even in a moment like this, she refused to be swayed by the two adults and insisted on her own will. Azalea bent her knees slightly with a gentle expression, meeting Pirel's eyes.
"I understand, Mother."
"...I am no longer Kaira's mother. I have neither the memories nor the identity. Please call me Pirel."
A flicker of surprise crossed Azalea's face at Pirel's clear, resolute words, but the bewilderment quickly melted into a soft smile.
"My apologies, Lady Pirel. Please tell me your requests. If it is within my power, I will grant them."
Pirel nodded once and spoke immediately.
"I know from reading Kaira's memories. I want the same thing she received the last time she came here. The examination to check whether any corrupting demonic energy remains in our bodies."
"What?"
Azalea's eyes widened. ...Pirel seemed deeply concerned about the corruption lurking beyond, hidden in our memories. Seeing that the light did not immediately burn us, I had intended to keep it from Azalea, but there was no helping it now. I explained what had happened in the forest. ...I omitted the part about how I had used my will to control the tentacle-like tongue and the inside of my vagina to milk the men dry. Even the events in the forest alone seemed to shock her enough.
"...K-Kaira... Pirel... Heavens, something like that... happened to you..."
As a saint, she had probably lived a pure life. Seeing me calmly describe being raped and corrupted by otherworldly beings from beyond the world, Azalea looked deeply shaken.
"...I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner. I'm fine, but since Pirel will be staying here, it would be best for her to be examined by the priests."
"Understood. This is quite serious. I will prepare everything so it can be done today, even if it means pushing some limits. And Lady Pirel, you mentioned one more request?"
Azalea and I both looked down at Pirel. Unlike when she had asked for the corruption check, she now hesitated, her lips trembling.
"Pirel...?"
It was not anger or fear. That emotion was, perhaps... sorrow.
"I heard from Kaira. This city is a place that treats those who come to die and those who have already died with care. A place with splendid funerals and beautiful graves."
What was Pirel trying to say? Azalea nodded firmly.
"Yes."
"So... I want to erect a good gravestone. One for my husband, Rasail... and one for... Kaira's... child..."
Pirel could not finish. She broke down and wept bitterly. Simply voicing the cruel memories she had inherited from me had pushed the girl's mind to its limit. I held the sobbing Pirel tightly, stroking her with a heavy heart, and looked at Azalea. The saint's face, resolute as she nodded, blurred through the tears welling in my eyes.
The space before us was narrow and enclosed, resembling a confessional on Earth. Pirel and I waited outside. The ominous plaque reading "Interrogation Room" only heightened my unease.
"Preparations are complete."
A young priest assisting with the work peeked out from the room and spoke briefly. Pirel flinched, her shoulders trembling with anxiety.
Azalea had rushed to the administrative office and petitioned high-ranking priests—those deeply connected to the God of Light—to perform the corruption verification and, if necessary, an exorcism. The influence of a saint personally chosen by the god, one who had even defeated the Demon King, was immense; the priesthood could not ignore it.
Azalea emerged from the office with news that two of the highest-ranking priests available would see us immediately.
Even though we had been brought here...
"Kaira, this is... s-scary..."
I looked down at Pirel's pale face and thought, Brave or cowardly? I can't tell.
Still, I understood why Pirel was acting this way. She would have to bare herself before elderly men she had never met, and grotesque instruments were prepared within reach for purifying evil spirits or heretics. Requesting the corruption check in the first place must have required tremendous courage.
I gently stroked Pirel's soft hair to comfort her.
"It will be all right. If there had been any sign of corruption, Azalea would have noticed already."
"Mm..."
"Then, if you would both enter your respective interrogation rooms. Please remove all clothing before entering."
I gave a wry smile. So I had to strip again after all.
"Let's go, Pirel."
"Ah, all right... hic."
I wanted to stay with the anxious Pirel, who could not even finish her sentence properly, but there was no choice. I helped her undress completely, then headed into the ominous door.
A gaunt priest with sharp features and two assisting deacons stood with solemn expressions. The priest presiding over the corruption verification ritual looked younger than I had expected. A little surprising. I had imagined someone elderly or imposing for such a high position. ...Perhaps I had been too influenced by the lewd media I had seen on Earth.
"Welcome, Sister Kaira."
The priest spoke gently. Though his appearance was that of an elite, his manner toward others was appropriately clerical. Even knowing my name, he showed no hostility. It might have been because this place was far from the empire's center, or perhaps Azalea had strictly instructed that no harm come to me.
"I heard the circumstances from the saint. You encountered corruption and came here worried that its energy might remain in your body. You chose well. You are wiser than most mages."
Wiser than most mages. Well, most mages were unbelievers, so no priest of any denomination would look upon them kindly.
"Please show me."
"What... exactly?"
"I heard you were violated by cultists. The places where corruption could linger are those that came into direct contact with it. I would like to examine those areas first. If you are uncomfortable doing it yourself, please sit on the restraint device and we will assist you."
I sighed. Of course it would not go smoothly. Even so, being bound defenselessly was...
...I had wanted it, but
I had to preserve the saint's dignity. If she knew I was the kind of woman who would drip with arousal just from being restrained, Azalea would be troubled.
"N-no... I'll do it myself."
Before the priest, I hesitated, then finally spread my legs wide.
"If you would part your vulva for me?"
"Y-yes..."
With trembling fingers, I touched my vagina and shamefully spread open the precious slit of a young girl. The very fact that I was doing this in front of men I had only just met in such a businesslike manner excited my masochistic nature.
"As befits your beautiful appearance, even your vulva is a lovely pink. Now then."
Without hesitation, the priest reached out. His fingertips, filled with the power of light, felt slightly warm and ticklish as they stimulated me below.
"Hn... ah..."
"Hmm..."
Obscene sounds escaped both my mouth and the membranes inside my vagina being stimulated. Moans from my lips, wet friction from my vagina. The priest showed no emotion, merely sliding his fingers—wrapped in a faint, gentle light—deeper into my vagina.
"Please bear with it a little longer."
"Hng... ah... ngh... hup..."
"You testified that an abomination made of demonic energy itself invaded you here. Is that correct?"
Suppressing the strange ecstasy, I forced out an answer.
"Y-yes... hngh... it is... ah..."
The priest made a thoughtful sound, then I felt something penetrate deep inside my vagina.
"Haa?! Ah... ngh...! Ugh... what...? Ah? Eh... hee...? Ah..."
"My apologies, but I extended the power all the way inside. Please think of it as shining a light to confirm."
With saliva dripping from my parted lips, I barely managed a human-like reply.
"Y-yes... hngh..."
Something stimulated the innermost parts of my vagina, places no male organ could reach, while remaining gentle, as if caressing something precious. It was... truly... hard to endure...
"Nghhh?!"
Ah...
Sticky fluid spurted out between the priest's fingers still inside me, accompanied by a lewd, wet sound.
...The priest, true to his high clerical status, maintained a businesslike expression even while witnessing this, continuing to "examine" my vagina with the power of light. He was probably not impotent.
"Strange..."
W-what's strange? The strange thing is me, getting off from being fingered like this by a man I just met today...
That was... certainly strange...
"There is no trace of corruption at all. If your testimony is true, this is truly unusual."
"I-is that so..."
"You mentioned your mouth was also violated by the cultists. My apologies, but please bite down on this."
It was a gag shaped like a dental mouth opener, with a sturdy leather strap attached to a round metal ring. I had no idea why priests would possess such a thing, but since this was a place that also interrogated the corrupted, it was not strange... No, it was still strange, but I had no other choice.
"Yes... ah..."
Once the gag was secured, saliva I could no longer swallow began to drip down my chin. Being naked and in this state was embarrassing, but
the embarrassment only excited me further... I grew hot.
"I will examine the inside of your mouth."
Careful fingers, like a dentist performing an examination, pried open my mouth. The pooled saliva ran down the priest's fingers and arm, staining his robes.
"Ha... hah... hee..."
Again... that feeling from before...
A warm energy seeped along the mucous membranes inside my mouth, down my throat, as if stroking me. It felt like an embrace, yet also like surveillance. I could tell it was not meant to burn, but to caress.
The front hole that had been violated... would probably also be declared innocent.
"Heehee... ah... hee..."
In this position, with fingers stimulating me so intensely, I could not stop the flow of saliva. It ran down my chin, wetting my smooth breasts and soft belly. The saliva that had pooled slightly on my wrinkled stomach from sitting trickled downward, merging with the sticky fluid that had long since soaked between my legs.
Ah... how pathetic... truly, I... am such a fool...
Even in this situation, feeling so much, moaning on the edge of climax, my body drenched in arousal—I, who felt joy rather than shame at such a body, tainted by it all—was
so pathetic... and yet so happy because of it that
I could no longer properly register the priest's questions...
"...Madam?"
"Hee...?"
"Sister Kaira?"
My mind snapped back into focus.
"Ah..."
"It is finished. We found no signs of the corruption you feared. Please rest assured."
The two deacons removed the gag. The priest, still wearing a serious expression, spoke to me.
"Phaah... hah, haa..."
I exhaled a heated breath through lips I could finally close. With eyes glistening with a female's desire, I looked at the priest with a seductive expression, but
"The work is done. I am glad to have been the one to deliver good news."
After wiping his saliva-covered hands, the priest turned to leave with only those words. I called out to him.
"Eh...? Y-you're not going to violate me...?"
The words I had only meant to think slipped out.
"Pardon?"
The priest tilted his head, his expression utterly unshaken.
"Ah, nothing... it's nothing..."
His gaze was that of someone looking at a strange woman. It was unbearable. I turned away, my face burning red.
"In any case, congratulations. May the Light guide your path."
With a puzzled look, the priest left the examination room. Left alone, I barely suppressed the filthy urge to touch myself to climax a few times before leaving, then put on the clothes the priests had neatly folded and left in the corner.
Only after my excitement had somewhat subsided did normal thoughts return.
Pirel... I wonder if she's all right.