The Black Knight Swore to the Blind Saintess
Inside the confessional booth, I sat in the chair with Rose kneeling astride my lap, arms locked around my neck as if she were afraid I might bolt at any moment. She peppered my face and throat with kisses, barely pausing to breathe, while I scrambled to piece together an answer to the question she'd just asked—how did you just vanish into thin air like that?
"...So, um. I didn't actually disappear. I jumped—really far, really fast. Like, whoosh."
"Mm. I see."
Rose would have believed anything I said right now. Listening to my answers clearly ranked a distant second to tasting every inch of me. She sucked my earlobe into her mouth, then pulled back with a question.
"Then how did you get from the deserted island all the way to the capital?"
"Uh? Um... I swam?"
"That's impossible. Seriously?"
She blinked at me with those wide, guileless eyes. Had I gone too far?
"I have special powers, you know."
She nodded solemnly.
Well, that tracks. Ian did fell an enormous tree with his bare hands and build us a shelter out of it. If anyone could swim across an ocean, it'd be him.
Rose nuzzled her cheek against mine. "Ian."
"Yeah?"
"Do you know I searched every toy shop in the capital looking for you?"
So that's what happened. "You couldn't find me, huh?"
"Where is the shop? Where are you living now?"
"The truth is..."
So I came clean about what exactly my father, Pedro Castollini, had left me. "That's how it is. Haha. Pretty funny, right?" I laughed, embarrassed.
Rose took my face in both hands and looked me dead in the eye. "It's not funny at all. It happens. It's not like it's anything illegal. Don't be ashamed of the work your father did."
"...Okay."
"Ian."
"Yeah?"
"Let's do it. You know what."
She stuck her tongue out at me—meaning she wanted what we always did on the island. I kneaded her ass beneath the saintess robes and lapped at the tongue she offered. Drool dripped freely onto our clothes, and neither of us cared; we devoured each other's mouths with shameless hunger. For a moment, I could almost believe we were back on that island.
By the time the confessional was thick with the scent of roses, Rose pulled her tongue back and buried her face against my chest. "How are we going to see each other from now on? A saintess has so many eyes on her. What are we going to do?"
I stroked her waist. "I'll figure something out. For now, let's meet here—every week, at this hour."
"Mmm. Being a saintess is exhausting. I want to quit."
She was being petulant, whining like a child. "Hang in there a little longer. I'll make it so you don't have to be a saintess anymore."
Rose lifted her head and stared straight at me. In the darkness lit by a single faint lamp, those red eyes gazing down at me were, just slightly, frightening.
"Ian?"
"Yeah?"
"You're mine. Understood?"
"Y-yes, of course."
Eve flashed through my mind—waiting back at the shop—but I decided some things were better left unsaid. Rose giggled as her hand slid beneath my waistband and stroked what she found there. I asked, "Won't people hear us from outside?"
"I've got a soundproofing spell up. It's fine."
"Oh."
She could have mentioned that sooner.
Rose climbed off me, braced herself against the wall, spread her legs just wide enough, and pushed her hips back toward me. I hiked her long skirt up to her waist, baring a pair of soaked-through white teen panties. Trails of her nectar had run all down the insides of her thighs. I dropped my trousers, gripped my rock-hard cock, shoved the panties aside, and pressed myself against her entrance without a moment's delay.
"Aahhnn♥"
Rose threw her head back and moaned like a bitch in heat.
Ah, right. This grip. This is the one.
I began a slow, steady piston. Her plump ass cheeks jiggled as I seized them hard in both hands.
"It's been a while, so I'm going to fill you up completely. Got it?"
"Yes. Saint."
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Aaahhnn♥♥ Ian."
Her slender fingers, braced against the wall, tightened until the knuckles went white.
The Red Jewel of the Empire. Its one and only saintess. Emilia Rosebloom.
No one would ever know that on this day, in this confessional booth, she took four creampie finishings from a single man.
Weekday afternoon. Pedro Sex Toys.
Princess Evangeline Eve Loreline, dressed in a scandalously cut outfit that left her ass on full display, was counting the inventory of each dildo and recording the numbers on a document. When she finished, she stole a glance at me at the desk—idly balancing a pen on its tip—and sank into thought.
What do I do? If I do any more product reviews, that damn boss of mine is going to shove a dildo straight into me. I don't want that to begin with, and even if he tried, the whole shop would find out I'm a virgin...
"There! Eve, I did it! It's standing!"
I pointed proudly at the pen standing upright on the desk.
"Ahaha. How on earth did you do that? I've tried a hundred times and it never works for me. Truly impressive, Boss."
Eve gave her robotic reaction and turned back to her work.
Running away now would mean wasting everything I've put in so far. I have to collect my paycheck, after all. And consider how much product I've moved—if that came back as a bonus, it'd be a tidy sum. Ugh, honestly. The moment those inspections slacken, I'm out of the capital... but they only get stricter by the day.
Eve looked out through the shop window. More gendarmes than usual were passing through the street today.
What's even more infuriating—and I hate to admit it—is that I'm actually enjoying this work. The pleasure of driving up the shop's revenue in place of that incompetent boss! Look at this beautiful, steadily climbing profit graph. Ah, dammit, Evangeline. Why do you like this sort of thing?
She wrestled with the shop's sales analysis sheet in her hand. I walked over to her.
"Eve?"
"Yes, Boss?"
"Busy?"
"Hmm..."
"If you're not, come here. Let's do a review."
I closed the shop door and picked a product off the display shelf.
That's a sucker, isn't it. The kind that gives a sucking sensation when you stick it on your breast... Don't tell me he's going to put that on my nipple.
"Um. That is... um..."
"What? Got somewhere to be? Should I not have closed the shop?"
While Eve was still hedging, the Gendarmerie Captain's voice boomed from outside.
"A suspicious individual has been sighted on this street! Search every shop that's open—leave nothing unchecked!"
"Sir!"
What do I do? I've got the forged ID, so I should be fine. Surely they won't go so far as a Mana Signature Examination? No. Avoidable risks must be avoided. If the gendarmerie actually runs a mana test, my identity could be exposed. And it wouldn't just be me—I could bring harm down on the innocent Boss too...
The Mana Signature Examination was this world's equivalent of fingerprints or DNA—every person possessed a unique mana waveform, and there was no fooling it.
Eve answered quickly. "No, I've got nothing left to do anyway. Perfect timing. Go on, do your review."
We killed the shop lights and moved into the break room.
"Have a seat right here."
I had her perch on the long table, just the right height. When I tore the product packaging open, three marble-sized lumps of something like slime rolled out inside.
"Eve. Boobs."
I asked to see her chest like it was the most natural request in the world.
Right... showing my chest is something I'd already braced myself for. Evangeline. You mustn't act squeamish at this level. You have to look like a seasoned professional.
"Yes."
She slipped the strap off her shoulder, and the scrap of cloth covering her chest slid away. Two bouncy breasts bared themselves against creamy pale skin. Breasts gained from the Breast-Enhancing Orb, yet the veins showed faintly beneath the white skin as though they'd always been hers. At the center of a nicely sized pink areola sat an appetizing nipple, perfectly placed.
Eve straightened her back and showed me her pretty breasts like she was proud of them.
"Gorgeous."
The instant my praise landed, her face flared red—professional composure be damned.
"Ahaha. Thank you, Boss. It's all thanks to that medicine you gave me."
I held up one of the slime lumps. "This one's supposed to feel like a sucker sucking. You test it out, Eve, and tell me whether it's worth recommending to customers."
"Yes."
I grabbed one of her breasts without warning.
"Hah—"
She flinched, clearly not expecting it.
"What?"
"N-nothing."
"You've done this plenty of times before, no?"
"Ahaha. It's just... been a while."
"Ah, got it."
I kneaded her breast so her nipple stood out proudly.
Hot damn. The Breast-Enhancing Orb was worth every coin. What a magnificent pair.
Following the product instructions, I pressed the little slime lump firmly against Eve's nipple, then rolled it in slow circles, spreading it evenly.
"Mmh."
She let out an involuntary moan and bit down on her lower lip. Green fluid spread across her areola, coating one breast.
"Well? Feeling anything yet?"
"Mmm."
Eve's expression turned serious at once—the face of a woman genuinely evaluating whether this product deserved her recommendation. A princess absorbed in her work. Sexy. That was the thing about Eve, you know? She never brushed anything off halfheartedly. She took everything seriously.
After a moment, she delivered her verdict on the sucker smeared on her nipple.
"Hmm. It's less a sucking feeling and more... like when we do face masks in the shop? It gives this pulling sensation at regular intervals. If a customer bought this expecting the sucking sensation printed on the packaging, I don't think they'd be very satisfied."
"I see."
I nodded—and then grabbed her other breast.
"Nh?"
She looked at me, startled. "We should compare. The sucking versus the real thing."
"...What?"
"You should feel how big the difference is."
Before she could stop me, I took the opposite nipple into my mouth and began sucking—firm, rhythmic pulls.
"Haaahk! B-Boss!"
But there was nothing Eve could do about it. She just clenched her fists like a schoolgirl and gazed down quietly at her breast being sucked.
"Mmnh..."
I played with her breast while my tongue circled her nipple in lazy spirals. A thin thread of drool stretched long between her nipple and my tongue.
"So?"
I wiped my mouth and asked. Eve answered, cheeks flushed, voice shy.
"Th-they're definitely different..."
Just like that. Out of nowhere. I just got my breast sucked by a man...
I peeled the sucker off her breast. "Nice—one clean pop. That's a plus."
"...It is, isn't it."
Right. Well. Whatever. So does that end the review?
I glanced at the clock and muttered, "Hmm. That went faster than I expected. Eve, should we reopen the shop? Closing now feels like closing too early."
"What? Reopen it?"
I pointed at the space between her legs. "Actually, no. Let's try this spot too. Lie down on the table for me?"
She stared at me, eyes wide.
Down there too?!
"Let's test how much stimulation the sucker gives a clit."
"What?"
Just then the Gendarmerie Captain's voice rang out from the street again.
"Find him at all costs!"
Eve swallowed hard, tension climbing her spine.
Still... this beats being searched at the checkpoint...
Half in resignation, she lay back on the table and spread her legs obediently. The crotch of the high-leg outfit she wore was fastened with a snap button.
Click.
I undid the button for her.