Chapter 115: Realization(1)
Chapter 115: Realization(1)
In the silent forest, only the lewd sound of slapping flesh echoed.
Thwack— Slap— Squish—
Kerry was taking the Saintess from behind. Bathed in the moonlight, her back was undeniably sexy.
The muscles visible between the strands of her neatly arranged, orange-tinted hair were fantastic.
Her body is so firm.
She must have worked hard, managing her diet and exercise.
To think she went through all that effort just to offer her pussy to me. I was deeply moved.
But the best part, of course, was the Saintess’s pussy itself.
The way it gripped my cock, so tight and pliable, was a true masterpiece. I couldn’t understand how the Saintess had managed to save it for so long.
“Hahh! Haaaaah! Hngh!”
With every wet slap of their colliding flesh, a lewd moan escaped the Saintess’s lips.
It was a pleasant sound to hear on a moonlit night.
“Just… just how long! Hngh. How long are you… haaah… going to keep fucking me…!”
“Saintess. Your pussy is just too delicious. It’s hard to stop.”
“Haaah! Stop it! I said stop! Haaaaah! Don’t just fuck my pussy whenever you want! Hnngh!”
In truth, as good as her pussy was, there was one other thing I desperately wanted right now.
The Saintess’s breast milk!
Even now, milk was dripping from her breasts, even though I wasn’t suckling them.
If I could just fuck her while drinking that overflowing milk, I’d have nothing more to wish for.
Besides, the Saintess’s breast milk was delicious! Truly delicious!
Its rich flavor and freshness were on a completely different level from the packaged milk that comes from a factory.
“Saintess! I want to drink your sweet, sweet breast milk!”
“Nooo! Stop drinking my milk! Haaah!”
The Saintess screamed, horrified.
It was a shame, but I couldn’t drink her milk right now.
The fact that Elena’s divine power was mixed in with it still bothered me.
And when I asked the Saintess about divine power, she didn’t seem to know much. It was almost baffling how little she knew, for a Saintess.
I’ll hold off until I can ask the Witch about divine power.
Until then, I would save the Saintess’s milk. Ah, just thinking about it makes my mouth water.
The pussy of the Saintess, being taken from behind, began to tremble.
From the way she was tightening, it seemed her orgasm was approaching. The same was true for me.
I’d been thrusting for quite a while, and the urge to cum washed over me like a tidal wave.
“Saintess. I’m going to cum.”
“Hnngh! Please… not inside… You already filled me up inside yesterday! Haaang! If you cum inside again today, I might really get pregnant… No!”
“I told you yesterday, it’s hard for me when you tighten your pussy like that while telling me no.”
“Haaah! This isn’t something I can… hnnngh! Control! Haaang! Hnngh!”
“I can’t hold it. Saintess. Your pussy is too tight!”
“Please! Not inside… not… haaah!”
Kerry thrust his hips, driving his cock deep.
The Saintess felt it penetrate her to the hilt. She felt the huge, thick cock tremble inside her before erupting, spewing its seed deep within her.
Gush, gush, gush—
“Haaaa… haaah… heuhhh…”
The Saintess gasped for breath.
An unwanted climax inside her and an orgasm she hadn’t sought washed over her entire body.
It was a dizzying orgasm that made her body tremble uncontrollably.
Is… is this what sex is…?
The Saintess had never really thought much about sex. She was frigid to begin with and didn’t have a strong libido.
But her body, completely changed by the Star of Bondage, was now teaching her the true pleasure of sex.
Kerry pulled his cock out of her pussy.
White semen dripped stickily from her opening.
What… what am I supposed to do?
The Saintess was lost. How had she ended up in this situation?
Where did it all go wrong?
Was it when she’d hurled insults at Kerry? Or was it when she first met the heroes?
Before she met Kerry, the Saintess’s life had been a golden age.
No one dared to displease her, and no one dared to defy her.
Even without working, a single word of support for the Emperor would bring her a fortune.
The people of the Empire revered and loved her, their Saintess. The ideal life she had always dreamed of was becoming a reality.
But all of that shattered the moment she met Kerry.
“Sob… You have to at least tell me why… why you’re doing this to me… sob… waaaah…”
No matter how much she cried, the man before her showed no signs of stopping. He never gave her a reason.
As always, he just violated her pussy with his mercilessly large cock.
“It’s all to save the world. I’m serious.”
He would sometimes spout nonsense like that, and it was infuriatingly annoying.
Kerry waited for the Saintess to calm down. After sobbing for a while, she slowly stopped crying.
She wiped the semen from her pussy and began to pull on her panties, gathering her clothes.
Ever the neat freak, she didn’t forget to cleanse her body with a purification spell.
“…”
The Saintess stood up without a word.
It seemed Kerry wouldn’t hold her back any longer.
Her pussy aching, the Saintess hobbled back toward the abandoned house.
Watching her from behind, Kerry recalled a memory. She looks just like I did when I left the hospital after my circumcision as a kid.
Except for the fact that her hobbling figure was a total turn-on.
Kerry had already ordered the Saintess to go inside and sleep quietly.
He had also told her to come up with a good excuse for his absence if the party woke up.
“It’s gotten pretty late.”
It was late, but he planned to visit the Witch. If he didn’t ask about divine power now, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to sleep properly out of curiosity.
Besides, perhaps because he’d taken another elixir, his body was overflowing with vitality.
Even after fucking the Saintess like that, he didn’t feel tired at all. The elixir’s effects were truly the best.
Kerry took out the White Witch’s Seal.
He entered the familiar password on the keypad, and his vision shifted.
When Kerry blinked, he was in a bedroom as white as snow.
In that white bedroom, he saw a woman with white hair. The red-eyed White Witch turned her head.
“You’ve come, Kerry.”
For some reason, the White Witch wasn’t asleep.
What is she doing up so late? Don’t tell me she was waiting for me.
“What are you doing up, Witch?”
“…I simply couldn’t sleep, so I was studying magic.”
A thick book lay on her desk.
Reading a book like that because you can’t sleep in the middle of the night. She really was a magic geek.
Kerry sat down in front of the White Witch.
In terms of actual time, it hadn’t been that long since he’d last seen her.
But because so much had happened in that short period, he felt a sense of happy familiarity, as if they were reuniting after a long time.
“Hehe. For some reason, you seem to be in a good mood today, Kerry. What in the world happened out there? Tell me all about it.”
The White Witch closed the thick book.
Even for a magic geek, it seemed she’d rather listen to Kerry’s stories than continue her boring studies.
“Well, what happened in this short time was…”
Kerry began to recount the events that had transpired.
He started from his meeting with the Saintess and explained everything in order. The White Witch rested her chin on her hand and listened with a pleased expression.
“Is that woman, the Saintess, truly so wicked? And she’s a Saintess?”
“That’s what I’m saying. It might be more fitting to call her trash instead of a Saintess.”
Of course, he didn’t forget to add that she was currently being reformed.
When he told her about the insults the Saintess had hurled at him, the White Witch flew into a rage as if it had happened to her.
“What a classless bitch! If I were out there, she wouldn’t have even left bones behind!”
“Calm down. I’m already doing a fine job of reforming her character.”
Damn right, I am.
When he told her about the Star of Bondage he’d received from the Sage, the Witch marveled that such an incredible item existed.
He’d spent too much time talking with the Witch when he was already short on time.
But seeing the White Witch listening to his stories from the outside world with sparkling eyes, it was hard to cut the conversation short.
Well, he had no choice but to ask, even if it was late.
“More importantly, Witch. Do you happen to know anything about divine power?”
“Why the sudden talk of divine power?”
From the White Witch’s perspective, it must have sounded completely random.
After all, even Kerry couldn’t bring himself to say he’d gained divine power from drinking the Saintess’s breast milk.
“Well, I just happened to develop an interest in divine power.”
“Divine power is not my area of expertise… but I am not entirely ignorant of it either. I researched it for a time when I was studying immortality. What is it you wish to know about divine power?”
Nice. That’s my Witch. Since he knew nothing about it, he decided to ask her from the beginning.
“What exactly is divine power? I’ve heard that priests possess it, but…”
“Divine power is, as the name suggests, a power imbued with divinity. Usually, as you said, it is something priests obtain. In exchange for their faith.”
That was the same thing the Saintess had said.
“Then can an unbeliever not obtain divine power?”
“They cannot. As I just said, divine power is something a god grants to a priest.”
“But what if they did?”
“What is the point of hypothesizing about obtaining it when it’s impossible?”
“I’m just curious.”
“Hmm… I have never heard of such a case.”
What do you mean there are no such cases? There’s one right in front of you.
Kerry pestered the Witch, telling her to think harder. But she couldn’t seem to recall anything.
“Actually, I’m on extremely bad terms with the Goddess Elena. If someone like me were to obtain Elena’s divine power, would that cause any problems?”
“Are you worried that the goddess… might use her divine power to harm you?”
“That’s one example, yes.”
“An interesting topic. I have never considered such a thing.”
Her interest piqued, the White Witch’s eyes gleamed.
She got up from her desk and began to rummage through the bookshelves that filled one side of the room.
The way she searched, it was as if she had memorized the location of every single book.
“I’ve found it. I recall reading about a case similar to what you described in this book.”
The White Witch held up a worn, ancient-looking tome.
The book was almost as large as her body, and the sight of her struggling to carry it with little grunts was adorable.
“Here, let me get that for you.”
“…Thank you.”
Kerry moved the book to the desk. The White Witch began to open it.
Looking at the yellowish pages, it seemed to be a very old tome.
“What page was it on, I wonder.”
The White Witch started flipping through the book to find the passage.
He could see her red eyes scanning as she turned the pages.
Watching the White Witch so focused, he suddenly felt the urge to play a prank.
Why did the Witch have to be wearing a nightgown with a plunging neckline today of all days?
This was all the Witch’s fault for wearing such a revealing nightgown and turning him on.
Kerry stealthily moved behind the White Witch.
She was completely oblivious, still rummaging through the ancient tome.
Just then, Kerry reached out from behind and gently squeezed the White Witch’s breast. It felt great in his hand, as expected.
“Eek! Stop that!”
The White Witch swatted his hand away and glared at him.
Why is she so cute when she glares like that? If she tells you to stop with that look in her eyes, anyone would want to do it more.
“Alright, alright. I’ll stop. Go on with what you were doing.”
“Really… you… sigh.”
The White Witch went back to searching the tome.
But Kerry’s pranks inevitably continued, followed by the White Witch’s glares, in a repeating cycle.
Still, somehow, the White Witch managed to find the information she was looking for.
“That took longer than I thought.”
“Is that not because you kept playing around!”
He had to admit that was true.
“So, what does it say?”
“It is the story of an ancient legend.”
“Like your legend?”
“This is different from my legend, which is a mere hundred years old. This is a legend so ancient it was recorded in a tome.”
I see.
“The story is written here. It is a rather absurd tale, so do not take it too seriously. I only brought this one because you pestered me so.”
“Yes. Please, tell me quickly.”
“Asmodeus. It is the story of an unbeliever, a man who obtained divinity. Is that not similar to what you asked, Kerry?”
“Yes… I would like to hear that story in detail.”