The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction – CH 53 MTL

Shall We Give It a Try?
I examined my body.
My attractively tanned, bronze skin, as if I had gotten a tan, sparkled, reflecting the sunlight streaming through the church windows.
It was an attractive physique, even for a man.
Honestly, if it weren’t for the horns on my head, I wouldn’t have even thought I was a demon.
Even the hair around the horns was shimmering with a brilliant gold.
This isn’t a demon at all, but a golden-tanned guy who works out really hard?
“The Saintess’s tastes are quite wild.”
Honestly, until the message about the Saintess’s desire popped up, I never imagined I would turn into a demon.
Of course not.
How would I have known that the Saintess’s desire was to be violated by a demon?
Frankly, even if Saintess Granny came, she wouldn’t have predicted this.
“A, a demon…”
Saintess Aileen looked at me, transformed into a demon, with a flustered expression.
Taken aback by my sudden transformation, she immediately clasped her hands together, preparing to pray.
“So, you were a demon after all.”
“Saintess, have you forgotten that we are inside a fantasy magic? Isn’t this a place where even your divine words don’t work?”
“Ah…”
Realizing this belatedly, the Saintess looked at me with a dumbfounded expression.
“Th, then what’s going on? Why did you suddenly turn into a demon…?”
“Didn’t I just tell you? This magic circle is a space that shows the user’s desires.”
The Saintess recoiled, covering her chest with both hands.
“D, don’t tell me you…?”
“You’re completely mistaken.”
“Huh?”
“This place isn’t made of my desires right now. Can’t you tell from the location and situation?”
The prayer room of the church where Aileen was first chosen as a Saintess.
A space where divine words don’t work.
And the magic circle reacted to the Saintess’s words that she didn’t want to go back.
The Saintess, beginning to understand my words, shook her head as if it were absurd.
“Y, you’re saying that my desire is what made you change?”
“That’s right. The Saintess’s secret desire is what made me transform.”
I didn’t mention what that desire was.
If I were to say out loud that I knew her desire, it would be incredibly humiliating for her.
“M, my desire… was to turn you into a demon?”
The Saintess stuttered, as if she couldn’t believe it.
‘I might have hit a nerve.’
“I don’t know exactly what that desire is. But the magic circle will move to fulfill the Saintess’s desire. And I…”
“I’ll go back!”
“Pardon?”
“You said earlier that we should go back. I’ll go back, so please stop this nonsense.”
“Um, I can’t do that.”
“Huh? Why! You just said we should go back. But why can’t we now?”
If she had said those words five minutes ago, I could have canceled the magic circle and satisfied her with a new magic circle that completely excluded sexual desires, as she wished.
But now it was impossible.
“The magic circle was activated with someone other than me as the administrator. Now that the magic circle has been activated, there’s nothing I can do.”
“How can it be so sloppy…”
“It’s not sloppy, it’s just that the Saintess’s desire is too strong. Otherwise, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Th, that can’t be. I’m a Saintess. How can a Saintess have desires…?”
The Saintess couldn’t finish her sentence easily.
She was fidgeting, unable to even make eye contact with me.
Ah.
There must be something she’s feeling guilty about.
I took a step closer to her.
“Eek!”
“The magic circle analyzed the Saintess’s tastes and made this current form of mine into your favorite style. Bronze skin, a strong physique, and a demon with horns. As far as I know, demons are said to have blue or red skin, but this kind of skin…”
“St, stop!”
As I took another step closer while speaking, she squeezed her eyes shut and pushed me away.
“…A, alright. Stop talking.”
“Are you admitting it?”
She lowered her head and nodded.
“Th, then what should we do now?”
“It’s simple. The Saintess just needs to be satisfied.”
“I need to be satisfied…?”
“Yes. I don’t know which desire is the Saintess’s real desire, whether it’s wanting to talk to people normally or wanting to be taken by a demon, but anyway, it means you have to do it to the point where the Saintess is satisfied.”
“…So, there’s no other way to go back?”
“Yes. Shall we have a conversation first? I doubt the Saintess wants something that would make even the Inquisitors faint just by hearing about it, like wanting to be taken by a demon.”
“…Okay.”
The Saintess wrung her hands and let out a deep sigh.
Was it just my imagination, or was her gaze fixed on one spot?
“Aren’t you being too blatant about staring at my chest?”
“N, no… I, I just… I, I accidentally looked there. I’m sorry.”
Completely immune to men, she didn’t know what to do and stepped back.
“Let’s just have a light conversation for now.”
“…Yes.”
The Saintess and I, transformed into a demon in the church, sat on the prayer room chairs.
However, even after five minutes, the Saintess couldn’t say anything.
“Say something, please.”
“I, I don’t know what to say. This is my first time.”
“…What kind of conversations did you usually have with the priests?”
“There weren’t really any conversations.”
After hesitating for a moment, the Saintess opened her mouth again.
“The priests would always say words of worship to me, and I would just nod.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“That was more of a one-sided affair than a conversation.”
“That’s right.”
It seemed that she didn’t just long for conversations with people because she couldn’t speak freely.
A lack of everyday conversation.
In the Goddess Order, she was an absolute being who had to be worshiped, so this must have happened.
“Alright. Let’s start with a simple conversation. What did you have for breakfast this morning?”
“Huh? Ah, I was still traveling, so all I had was travel crackers and jerky. I’m planning to go back to the Order and have the Order’s meals when the work is done.”
“Crackers aren’t easy to eat unless you’re traveling. Did you know that adventurer’s pasta has recently come out? It’s a product that you can eat right away by pouring hot water into a sealed bag and heating it.”
“There’s such a thing?”
“It’s something recently developed by the Meister School. I received a few prototypes, would you like to take one later?”
“Sure! So those kinds of things are coming out these days. I’ve never seen one before.”
“The Order doesn’t look favorably on magical items. You’ll be surprised when you eat it.”
Starting with breakfast, we continued with small talk.
And no matter how much small talk we continued, the magic circle didn’t seem to have any intention of sending us back to reality.
Rather.
[The Saintess’s desire is being strengthened in real time.]
[Hurry up and resolve the desire. If you don’t resolve it, it may go out of control.]
The magic circle was clamoring for the resolution of desire.

The Saintess, Aileen, looked at the bronze-skinned demon Max in front of her.
She didn’t know how surprised she was when he first turned into a demon.
Was he really a demon, as the Goddess’s revelation said?
But when she heard that his transformation was due to her desire, the Saintess’s heart sank.
It was as if he was looking into her inner self and speaking.
‘How did he know?’
A long time ago, when she first became a Saintess, she planted the goal of subjugating demons in her heart.
Because that was the duty of a Saintess.
Because she felt it was her duty, she endured even the divine words that she couldn’t even properly converse with, which held her back.
She believed that if she fulfilled all her duties, she would be able to return to her original self.
When she subjugated the Demon King in that way, Aileen had the expectation that she would finally be able to put down her duties.
However, even as time passed, Aileen could not find her original life again.
Countless believers and priests worshiped her, and they thought that she, who had subjugated the Demon King, was absolute good, and they demanded even stricter rules than before.
Even resolving her own sexual desires was absolutely impossible.
If such wicked thoughts entered her head, she would go to the prayer room that day and offer prayers to the Goddess.
I’m sorry for having bad thoughts.
Please forgive me.
-The Saintess must always set an example.
-Everyone is hoping for the Saintess’s miracle.
-Saintess, will you be able to show a miracle at this event?
The priests always wanted her to keep the rules and set an example as a Saintess to her self-reproaching self.
As if there should be no slight disarray, strictly.
‘I’m just an ordinary woman.’
The Goddess just gave me special powers.
She felt suffocated by the strict rules that seemed to choke her.
The desire that she suppressed herself grew more and more.
The number of times she went to the prayer room to repent increased, and people admired the Saintess’s pure and noble appearance.
They didn’t know at all what the praying Saintess was thinking.
Aileen desperately wanted someone to take her out of this frustrating place.
At first, she expected a prince on a white horse to come and find her.
But after realizing that no prince on a white horse could ignore the power of the Order, she changed her target.
The next was a rough mercenary.
She hoped that a rough mercenary who didn’t believe in gods and had walked through countless battlefields would save her from this place.
Grabbing her wrist with his large hand and defeating the paladins.
But when she thought that they wouldn’t be able to beat the paladins, she soon found another target.
Every time she imagined, she imagined a stronger person.
Someone who doesn’t believe in gods.
Someone who can ignore the words of the Order.
Someone who would never yield to her, the Saintess.
No matter how much she imagined, there was no one among people who could do this.
What came to mind was the demon.
At first, it was just an object of subjugation, but now it was a target that would save her.
With horns, powerful, and not ugly in appearance.
She thought she was asking for too much.
But isn’t imagination something you can do as you please?
Since I can’t do anything I want in reality anyway.
I’ll be satisfied even with imagination.
She imagined the demon desecrating her and the Goddess taking back her powers.
Herself, who would no longer be able to use the Goddess’s power because she lost her virginity.
Of course, she knew very well that it could only end in imagination.
She also knew very well that it was a reality that could never be achieved.
The power of the Order was stronger than ever, and the Demon King, the leader of the demons, was not in this world.
‘If I had known this would happen, I shouldn’t have subjugated the Demon King.’
She was driven to the point of having such wicked fantasies.
“I don’t know whether the Saintess’s true desire is to have a normal conversation with someone or to be taken by a devil, but either way, it means I have to satisfy the Saintess to her content.”
At Max’s words, now transformed into a devil, Eileen couldn’t bring herself to say,
‘It must be that I want to be taken by a devil.’
That was the last of her pride.
She didn’t want to leave behind the image of a Saintess who wanted to be violated by a devil.
That’s how the conversation started, but.
‘It’s fun.’
Talking to Max was more enjoyable than she had imagined.
She had forgotten how to have normal conversations, not having had one in so long, and before she knew it, time had flown by.
Of course, that didn’t mean she had returned to reality, though.
‘I want to stay like this longer.’
Perhaps, as Max had said, the magic circle was continuously fulfilling her desires.
Eileen blankly watched Max, who was skillfully leading the conversation before her eyes.
The devil Max, sitting comfortably against the backdrop of the church.
The arrangement of two beings that should never be together was unfamiliar and refreshing.
Eileen, who had been quietly watching the devil Max as he sat casually and spoke about various things, began to slowly explore his appearance.
His shining blonde hair, just the way she liked it.
His gleaming bronze skin.
His strong physique.
The prominent Adam’s apple and the firm chest muscles visible beneath his clothes.
Those muscles that felt as hard as bricks when she pushed him away earlier.
Muscles.
The devil’s hard muscles.
Eileen had lost focus on the conversation and was now staring intently at his body.
Up, down, face, up, down.
And.
“Saintess?”
“…Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
Eileen couldn’t meet the devil Max’s eyes as he looked at her.
She was ashamed that she had such lewd thoughts.
“Um, well.”
Regardless, her mouth began to move on its own.
“A-at this rate, I don’t think it’ll ever end…”
“…”
“S-should we try it, then?”
And Eileen decided to be a little more honest with her desires.