The Black Knight Swore to the Blind Saintess
Last night.
[Saintess Emilia Rosebloom's Bedroom]
Rose was straddling atop Ian's body. Between the legs of her bared form, her slick folds clamped down tight around his massive cock. Nectar squeezed out from the seam of their union and ran in rivulets down the length of his shaft.
Blaming him, she beat her fists against his chest.
"Ian, you're mean. Mean, mean, mean!"
Ian Castollini caught both her wrists in his hands.
"Rose. How was I supposed to know the woman I hired would be Her Imperial Highness?"
"Hnngh... but still."
Ian soothed her.
"Sleeping with the staff who write reviews for the sex toy shop is just part of the job, you know? You're the one who told me not to be ashamed of the work your father did."
"I didn't know we had an employee like that. Because you never told me, Ian."
Ian pressed kisses along her neck and collarbone.
"I didn't think it needed saying. It wasn't out of love — it was nothing more than work."
Rose began bouncing her hips wildly. The thick shaft plunged vertically in and out of her body again and again.
"Any woman who's experienced this thing of yours even once is going to fall in love with you, Ian."
Ian Castollini put on a look of theatrical shock.
"Rose. ...Don't tell me that's what you meant when you said you loved me for my body?"
Rose, her wrists still pinned, panicked.
"N-no, that's not what I— Ian, that's not it at all."
"Remember the deserted island? I had to save you from that tentacle monster — we had no choice, remember? And then we fell for each other along the way."
"Yeah..."
Rose drifted back to that dreamlike time. Even the terror she'd felt back then had, by now, become nothing more than a precious memory to her.
"Put yourself in Her Highness's shoes. She had to survive after fleeing into a strange place in a hurry — she had no choice but to take up with me so she wouldn't look suspicious. It must have been so hard on her."
"But she said she loves you now..."
"The day I awakened you so you could work miracles — ever since that day, Her Highness's mana insensitivity curse has been broken too, and she can use mana because of me. That's a curse she'd tried every method imaginable to break since she was a child. Since I lifted it for her, maybe what she feels as love is really just gratitude?"
"No."
Rose said it flatly, without a shred of hesitation.
"Hmm?"
"Her Highness just really likes this thing of yours. That's all."
She began moving her hips in earnest. The massive cock pistoned deep into her core. Picking up speed, she went on.
"Her Highness just likes your body, that's all. Hah. I'm the only one who truly loves you, Ian."
"Is that so?"
"Mm-hm."
Ian released his grip on Rose's wrists.
"Then prove it."
Rose threw both arms around him and held him tight. She peppered kisses all over his face while her hips rocked faster and faster.
"Her Highness might like it when you do things for her, but I want you to feel good because of me. That's what love is."
Ian gently stroked the small of her back.
"Really? Because that's exactly how Her Highness seemed, too."
"Eeeek! Ian. Do you love Her Highness? More than me?"
"You're the Empire's Red Jewel, Rose, and Her Highness is the Blue Jewel. What kind of man could possibly not love them both?"
Rose nuzzled her cheek stickily against his.
"But you love me more, right? Hm? Hm?"
"Well, Rose is loving me a lot more enthusiastically right now, so I suppose I love you a little more at the moment?"
Rose's hips moved even faster.
"Really? Ian, is there anything you want? I'll do anything. Hm? Just say the word. Want to suck on these?"
She cupped her own breasts and offered a nipple to his mouth.
Mmp.
Ian suckled the saintess's nipple.
"Ahhn♥ Does it taste good? Her Highness's chest is too small to do this for you, isn't it?"
And now.
[Rose's Bedroom]
The Imperial Princess and the Saintess stood facing each other.
"..."
"..."
Their eyes flicked over one another in rapid assessment, taking stock of the situation in an instant.
Back when she was still formally the Princess, Evangeline had caught fleeting glimpses of Emilia — the Empire's Red Jewel — at imperial functions a handful of times.
So that's why the ring ended up with the Saintess. Ian left it out in plain sight on purpose — he wanted me to come see her. And here I thought she'd gotten even prettier since the last time I saw her.
I sent for her thinking I might get a quick look before the tournament... but why is Her Highness the one here...
And what is that chest. She was definitely flat as a board last time I saw her — how did she end up the same size as me? A face like that AND a chest like that? That's just cheating.
The Princess, Evangeline, was the first to grasp the situation and speak.
"Let's stay calm."
Hands raised in a show of peace, she glanced toward the door in case anyone else might enter. She was, after all, still a fugitive under suspicion of delving into Black Magic.
"Your Highness... why are you—"
"Is anyone else coming here?"
Emilia shook her head.
Evangeline gathered a wisp of mana into her palm to show her.
"I can't use Black Magic. I was framed."
"I know."
Evangeline tilted her head.
"...You know?"
"Have a seat. As it happens, Ian told me everything yesterday."
A short while later.
Glug-glug.
Water was poured into teacups, and the tea steeped.
Eve and Rose. The Imperial Princess Evangeline and the Saintess Emilia sat across from one another. Evangeline, warming her hands around the cup, spoke first.
"I saw a ring on your vanity and tried it on out of curiosity... I suspect Ian left it there so I'd come meet you, Saintess."
She recalled what Ian had said when he confessed his relationship with the Saintess — that there was someone he wanted to introduce to her.
"There's someone I'd like to introduce to you, Eve..."
This meeting had been unmistakably Ian's design.
Emilia murmured as she poured water into her own cup.
"That's not what I gave you the ring for."
At those words, Evangeline's face flushed crimson. Not only had she mistaken a saintess's possession for a proposal and put it on — she'd been caught doing it by the saintess herself.
Evangeline shot an awkward glance at the other woman and laughed weakly.
"Ahaha. The nerve of him, playing us both like this. Ian really is... a wicked man."
"He is."
Emilia nodded, then added,
"It's cowardly, too. Making the two of us meet like this, alone."
The Princess needed Emilia on her side. Perhaps that was exactly why Ian had left the ring behind.
"Now that you mention it, you're right. Why should the two of us be putting each other through this awkwardness? Ian's the one who created this whole mess."
Comparing grievances was the fastest way to build rapport.
"Exactly. And on top of everything else, that thing of his is so..."
At a remark she'd never dreamed she'd hear from the Saintess, Evangeline's tension dissolved and she burst into a giggle.
"Pfft. Tell me about it. Absurdly huge AND hard as a club. Honestly, some days it's less a cock and more a battering ram."
The Saintess snorted at the Princess's joke.
A saintess who had lost her virginity. A princess turned employee of a vulgar sex toy shop, sleeping with the owner. If either of their secrets ever came to light, neither would ever escape the world's condemnation. Apart from Ian, these two women were the only souls in the world who knew each other's secret.
And a secret like that was a weapon of terrible power — like a tactical warhead that made it impossible for either to touch the other — while at the same time...
...it became the very thing that kindled a strange sense of sisterhood between rivals in love.
As the two talked about Ian, the conversation naturally drifted to the things each of them had been through with him. And once they'd cross-checked their stories and confirmed that while Ian might have been two-timing them both, he had at least never lied to either of them — the air between them lightened considerably.
"Your Highness. May I ask you something?"
"Of course."
Emilia stole a sidelong glance at Evangeline's chest.
"It's... just that this part of you seems a little... different..."
She gestured at the chest resting against the table.
"Ahaha. This?"
The Princess, too, rested her breasts on the table in plain display.
"Ian fed me something called breast-elixir pills, and, well... they turned out like this. They're so big they're honestly inconvenient sometimes... but Ian adores them. Ahaha."
[So what you're saying is... they're. F. A. K. E.?]
Had Ian been present, he would have read the bitterness behind Rose's serene smile. She nodded.
"Ian does love breasts. On the deserted island, he begged me for this constantly."
Emilia cupped her hands as if holding her own breasts and made a pumping motion, up and down.
"Hm? What's that?"
"Oh my. You don't know? You sandwich your chest around it like this and keep going until he finishes... I take it Ian never asked you?"
"Ahahaha. There's such a thing?"
[Wait. Is it because these are fake that Ian wouldn't want it? Is that why he never asked me to do that? They're NOT fake, though?]
Evangeline continued with perfect composure.
"My breasts. Grown with only the fin.est. grade of breast-elixir pills. And if I receive it inside and squeeze like so afterward, milk comes out, you see. He begs so pitifully for it every morning — says his day can't start without drinking from me...
I suppose he never asked you for that sort of thing because he only ever finishes inside you, hmm? Ahaha."
"Ahaha. Ah, so you mean the bre.ast.slave. grade of elixir pills, Your Highness?"
"..."
Had Ian been sitting in that room, a chill might well have crawled down his spine.
I sat in the waiting room for Round-of-16 participants, deep beneath the dueling arena.
The competitors around me came in every shape and size, and every one of them looked dangerous.
"So tell me, lad. If you make Imperial Knight, whose knight will you be?"
"Could you even serve as the Saintess's knight?"
"Only if the Saintess would have me. Why? You wondering if you and the Saintess could maybe... you know. Do this?"
The fat pig-beastman gyrated his hips in the filthiest way imaginable. The female knight beside me must have heard it too, because her brow furrowed in disgust.
The man's booming voice and vulgar mouth seized the attention of everyone in the waiting room at once.
"Ah, what a damn shame, though. If I'd become a knight, I'd have trained the Princess with this club of mine — none of that Black Magic nonsense ever would've happened. Gwahahaha."
As he thrust his hips obscenely, a few men laughed while others clicked their tongues and looked away.
You. Fight me later. Please.
Just then, every eye in the room swung toward somewhere else entirely.
Me?
No.
Behind me, to be precise.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind. I turned my head.
"Ian Castollini, is it?"
My eyes went wide.
"Huh?"
"Do you remember me?"
He smiled brightly.
Of course I did.
Sieg — the red-haired hero — had just greeted me.