The Black Knight Swore to the Blind Saintess

Truly, nothing happened at all.

Once Rose fell asleep, I suddenly found myself with nothing to do, and boredom crept up on me fast.

I admired the galaxy scattered across the night sky and listened to the crackle of the campfire like it was an ASMR track, but there are only so many hours a man can spend staring into a flame.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to try out my Gazing Molestation skill on her sleeping form.

No reaction whatsoever.

Hm. Figures.

So the target had to consciously register my gaze for it to work. Then when, exactly, was a C+ rank skill like this supposed to earn a reputation for being ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠well-used?

Just then, the tentacle stirred again, sliding slowly toward us.

As it drew near, its tip transformed into a small, bell-shaped appendage — like a heated cupping glass.

It moved with deliberate care, as though it were more mindful of me than of Rose, and then pressed itself flat against my back like a hot compress.

Szzzzt—

Smoke rose from my back along with the sound. My clothes were melting away.

I knew instantly that this was not a hostile act.

Energy surged up through my tired body. It felt something like this:

'Tch. Useless brat. I've got you tied up specifically so you can breed her, and you can't even manage that. Something run-down somewhere, hmm? Here. Let me make you stronger.'

Power welled up through every inch of me. It was as if the creature were pouring its inner energy directly into me, like the energy-transfer arts of a wuxia legend.

'Bibic. You're spending your own core energy doing this. Are you sure about that?'

Bibic said nothing. It simply went on pressing that bell-shaped tip to every part of my body, one by one, silently feeding me strength.

My meridians opened, my vision sharpened. I felt like I could walk over to a tree right now and knock it flat with a single strike.

'So this is what they call a fortuitous encounter.'

With that thought, I quietly let the energy flow in, accepting everything Bibic gave me.

After hours of pressing strength into every corner of my body, the tentacle seemed spent. It collapsed limply onto the ground with a soft thud.

'I don't know why you're doing it, but thank you.'

My clothes had melted away entirely, and my skin was covered in angry red welts, like burns. I could feel new flesh forming from beneath.

'Rose is going to have a heart attack when she wakes up.'

Somewhere along the way, the pitch-black night had passed, and a bluish dawn was creeping in.

It was astonishing. I hadn't slept a wink, yet I was overflowing with energy. If I went back to the So-A-Ka world right now, I felt like I could spend an entire day fucking Yoo Seolha and Choi Jiyoon until they passed out — and still have strength left over.

I stroked the hair of Rose, sleeping soundly in my arms.

Yeah. There was no way I could let a child this lovely die.

The reason I'd loved the original novel's pure-romance storyline was because the noble Saintess Emilia Rosebloom had been so endearing. What had mattered to me from the very beginning was never the story itself ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠— it was Rose.

I would not let you meet the Black Knight.

I would not let you be hurt. Not even a little.

'I will make you mine.'

That was the vow I made.

The sleeping Emilia stirred, then lifted her head with a sharp little gasp.

"Ian!"

Sure enough, her face went pale at the sight of me.

"Rose, you're awake?"

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"How — what happened to you?"

Me, who truly had nothing wrong with him, parroted a line from a certain anime as a joke.

"Nothing. Happened. At all."

At my words, the tears pooled in her eyes finally spilled over and traced down her cheeks.

"Hhic. You idiot. You idiot."

Before I could stop her, she began licking at my chest with her tongue.

Where Rose's tongue touched, I healed far faster than with kisses alone.

"Rose."

"Stay still and keep your mouth shut."

She sounded a little angry, maybe.

Rose licked at my neck, my shoulders, my chest. She even laved my nipples.

"Turn around."

I rolled onto my back for her, and she licked that too.

"Turn around and show me your face."

"Rose, you really don't have to—"

"Now."

"...Mm, okay."

She licked my face too, all over. My forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks and nose, the space above my lips — and finally, my mouth.

Every time Rose's tongue passed over my skin, I caught the scent of roses. She seemed to be casting Clean magic alongside her healing.

When she had licked her way down to my earlobes, she finally spoke.

"Why didn't you wake me, Ian?"

"Didn't seem necessary. Look — it wore itself out and collapsed."

I nodded my chin toward the tentacle lying spent and limp on the ground.

'Bibic. Thank you.'

Rose blamed herself.

"It's my fault. I should have slept only a little and woken up sooner."

I wiped the tears from her eyes.

"It's okay, Rose. That's not something you can control. If you're tied up and forced to hold that position, of course you're going to be far more exhausted than me."

"Get up."

"Hm?"

"I have to treat the wounds lower down too. If I don't, they might scar."

Of course, Rose — kneeling with her arms bound behind her by the tentacle — couldn't reach anything below my solar plexus.

I rose from my spot.

"Hold it to your mouth."

I spread my legs a comfortable distance apart, took ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Rose's head in my hands, and brought the wound up to her lips. She licked at it dutifully.

Since a lick only affected the area around a wound, treating them bit by bit like this was actually faster than I'd expected.

After tending everything below my navel, Rose tilted her face up to look at me.

"What about lower?"

"Huh?"

Rose's cheeks flushed red.

"Under the pants... are you... all right there?"

"Yeah. As you can see, the pants didn't melt."

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"I'm not lying."

"Show me."

"Huh?"

Embarrassed, Rose averted her gaze.

"Pull them down just enough to show me your thighs."

"Fine, fine."

I grabbed my pants and tugged one side down just enough to bare my thigh.

"Good enough?"

With her head still turned away, Rose kept sneaking glances at the space between my legs.

"...Mm. I was half worried you were lying out of embarrassment."

"Do we really still have anything left to be embarrassed about?"

"Hmm? Well, still... Huh? Ian!"

Her face went abruptly white with alarm.

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I turned to follow her gaze.

Two tentacles on the ground had jerked upright, then shot out and lashed toward my legs with a whip-crack. They wound themselves tight around both of my thighs.

The strength in them was no joke.

Szzzzt—

Clothes melted away; smoke curled up.

"Hnnngh!"

I threw my head back and moaned as an overwhelming torrent of energy flooded into my lower body, almost too much to bear.

"Get away from him! You monster!"

With her arms still bound behind her, Rose squirmed and struggled. Her bountiful breasts bounced and jiggled with every movement.

While I was too preoccupied receiving the energy to think straight, she apparently decided enough was enough — and lowered her mouth to the spot she'd pulled her pants down to reveal.

Jingle.

My half-erect monster cock swung free into the open air.

Without a moment's hesitation, Rose began licking it with her tongue.

"Hnnn. Haaah. Get away, haaah, haaah—"

"Nnngh!"

I felt my lower body charging up, matching the balance of energy in my upper half.

My monster cock swelled fuller by the second, rising and curving upward as it hardened.

Rose licked frantically at my glans and the base, all the while speaking to me in a rush.

"Ian! Haaah, stay with me! Hahh, hahh, just bear it a little, a little longer. I'll — I'll save you. Haaah, haaah."

"Ghhh."

I came back to myself. I lowered the head I'd thrown back.

Rose was still licking my cock all over, here and there.

Ssssliiiide—

The tentacles unwound from my thighs. As though being reeled backward, they slowly returned to their place.

"Haahh... haahh..."

Rose panted roughly, tongue lolling out.

Somewhere along the way, the bluish dawn had faded, and morning light was spreading across the shore. My cock, licked raw and glossy by her busy tongue, gleamed in the sunrise.

Rose looked up at me.

"Ian, are you okay? I wasn't thinking straight, so I just... did what was urgent first..."

I knelt in front of Rose and kissed her.

No tentacles came slithering toward us this time. I simply kissed her.

Rose met my lips and took my tongue in.

My rock-hard cock pressed against her chest as we did.

We forgot all about the tentacles and lost ourselves in a kiss that belonged to the two of us alone — until the morning sun had risen completely over the horizon.

Morning brought with it a long list of tasks.

First, I coaxed the dying campfire back to life. Then Rose and I shared a breakfast of canned corn.

We rinsed out two tin cans and used them to fetch water. I took the slime out of the chest, tucked it into place beneath Rose's rear, and walked off toward the stream to take care of my business.

"Ian. You're still there, right?"

"Yeah. Right here."

I washed myself in the stream and came back swaggering my naked cock as I walked. The slime was bouncing around happily inside the chest — whether it had crawled in on its own, I couldn't say — and the moment Rose's eyes met mine, she blushed and turned her face away.

She must have used Clean magic generously, because the scent of roses hung all around the campfire.

I was about to change into the clothes I'd farmed up when Rose called out to me.

"Ian."

"Yeah?"

"Before you get dressed, come here. Let me treat your wounds."

"Ah. Would you?"

I stood naked in front of Rose. With her head slightly turned aside, she kept sneaking glances at my equipment.

"Your leg..."

"Mm."

I lifted my leg and brought the tentacle-bruised thigh up to her mouth. She licked at it with soft little laps, then spoke to me between strokes.

"Will you use Clean for me too?"

In an instant, the moisture clinging to my whole body dried away, leaving my skin feeling as smooth and fresh as if I'd been rubbed down with a high-end lotion.

"Ooooh. Thank you. This is amazing."

A single Clean spell had completely transformed the quality of life on this deserted island.

"Hehe."

Lap, lap.

Rose treated the other thigh as well.

"Ian."

"Yeah?"

"What if... what if I were to... you know..."

"Mm."

"If I... had relations with you... would the tentacle let go? What do you think?"

I scratched my head.

"Honestly, I've been worrying about that too. But chastity matters for a Saintess like you, so I've been careful about even bringing it up."

"Then... what if I asked you to... to leave me here and go?"

I lowered the leg Rose had been licking.

"Rose."

"Yeah?"

"That's not going to happen."

"But Ian. There's the fire, and if we go to the shore and send up a distress signal, a passing ship might—"

"Quiet."

"...Ian."

Rose looked up at me. She was begging me.

That was it. If I wasn't going to abandon her and run — then do something about it. Now.

Hisssss—

Far off in the distance, another head rose from the ground and began slithering toward us like a snake.

I spoke to Rose.

"Rose. We are leaving this island together. No matter what. Understood?"

"...Yes."

"So—"

I gripped my throbbing erection and pressed its tip to her lips.

"Lick."

Rose looked up at me and whispered.

"...Thank you, Ian."

And she began lapping at my glans, one soft stroke at a time.