episode_0022

“……Ugh.”

My tightly closed eyelids barely opened.

A familiar ceiling came into view.

Before I knew it, I had returned from the violet space created by Ariel.

Amy and Debbie, who had been sleeping soundly beside me, were nowhere to be seen.

I turned my head and glared at the window right next to me.

Beyond the horizon, the sun was preparing to peek its head out.

Since I had taken the entire day off yesterday due to Amy’s insistence, I absolutely had to go to the chapel today.

If a Saint like myself skipped two days in a row, wouldn’t I lose face with the other sisters and believers?

That’s what I understood with my head, but.

“It’s a pain…”

I tried to lift my tired body, but there was no strength in any of my muscles.

No matter how much I tried to tense my abs, they just remained listlessly limp.

I knew the reason right away.

From early morning until late at night.

The wet sex that continued with a total of three people.

My pussy had been poked all day long, so it would be stranger if I could move normally.

The feeling of exhaustion, which I was now used to because it visited me every morning.

I forcefully drew up divine power to shake it off.

“Haaaah…”

I performed Purification and Recovery simultaneously.

After going through the motions of washing my face with a dry hand, I let out a deep sigh.

In the end, I spent the entire day yesterday soaked in twisted sexual desire.

Restraint threesome during the day, dimension-transcending sex at night.

These were plays far removed from ordinary acts of affection.

To think that in the end, I was even begging to be grinded.

Shame boiled up uncontrollably at the vulgar words I had uttered myself.

Even a monkey wouldn’t cry with such dirty sounds.

“Uwaaaah!!”

With a scream, I wildly kicked off the blanket.

My legs, revitalized thanks to the recovery, sent the blanket falling off the bed.

I can’t do this. This isn’t good.

It’s not just that I’m becoming a female animal, but there’s a bigger problem.

If someone were to see my deviance by any chance, it would be an immediate stripping of my Saint qualification.

If that happened, my peaceful life in this other world would be over.

The things that would follow were as obvious as seeing fire.

Chased out of the cathedral, laughed at, I would leave the empire.

And even then, the four crazy bitches would trail after me, saying they liked even that version of me.

To comfort me living in a tent or a tarp, the four of them would open their pussies wide every night.

Even while living a wandering life, the sex with the four would continue.

They would suck my breasts, kiss me deeply, and lick my crotch.

I, whose heart is fulfilled like yesterday, would again fall completely for it, whimpering and sobbing.

Spending every day soaked in pleasure and lust, the relationship with the four would become even closer.

Giving off the scent of a lewd female animal, it’s clear I would spend my days traveling the entire continent of Isis with the crazy bitches who love me.

“……”

Huh, what is it.

It doesn’t seem so bad.

In my tilting head, I drew the scenario again.

At the wings of imagination unfolding, I swallowed saliva unconsciously.

Between my crotch was gradually itching.

It’s not bad, surprisingly.

That was the case even when considering the realistic issues.

I haven’t spent that much money while continuing my nun’s life.

The financial support the empire has sent me so far is practically still in storage.

Perhaps if I take this and leave, I could build a mansion in a quiet place.

Even if I were to live a wandering life, there wouldn’t be any major problems.

Because it doesn’t seem like I would be harmed even if I encounter bandits or robbers.

If nothing else works, I can just become an adventurer far away in the Kingdom of Letoile.

So the conclusion is.

This, it doesn’t really matter if it gets found out, does it?

Even if I’m not praised by everyone, it’s enough to spend a life without lack.

If so, wouldn’t it be okay to enjoy sex with my companions to my heart’s content like this?

…

Slap!

With a loud sound, I slapped my cheek.

What was I just thinking?

Did I squirt brain fluid instead of pussy juice last night?

There’s no way it’s okay.

Pull yourself together, Tesia Ruphilberg.

If this double life gets exposed, it’s social annihilation, practically.

Apart from being a Saint, I’d be disqualified as a human, and it’s “not bad”?

Recall the vow that you wouldn’t succumb to a woman’s pleasure.

Where did the ‘you’ who vowed not to become a female dog go?

After rubbing my tingling cheek, I got up from the bed.

I raised my two clenched fists next to my squishy chest.

Hmph, snorting, I reaffirmed my resolve.

I will never be influenced by those crazy bitches.

I will resist this pleasure to the end.

Sweeping my long silver hair behind my ear, I repeated the same words.

My ample breasts jiggled as if affirming my resolve.

***

“…Are you saying you’ll reduce prayer time?”

I asked back the young nun blocking the front of the chapel.

The nun, who seemed about my age, replied with a benevolent expression.

“Yes. Because it seems we’ve been burdening the Saint too much until now.”

“Burden? Don’t say such things.”

I denied it by waving my hand.

The nun put her hands together as if in prayer and sent me a apologetic look.

The nun gently closed her eyes.

“We realized it after seeing the Saint take a day off yesterday. Whether we had perhaps forced too much prayer time.”

“You didn’t particularly force it…”

I denied it by waving my hand.

“No. This is our sin.”

Nevertheless, the nun’s intention seemed firm.

“From now on, it’s okay if the Saint comes at the time you wish. If you’re not feeling well, it’s fine to rest comfortably.”

A chill went down my spine at one phrase like a bolt from the blue.

If prayer time is reduced like this, the same situation as yesterday will repeat.

Every single day of being fucked by crazy bitches, from dawn until night.

Whereas I had avoided at least the daytime, using prayer as an excuse.

If free time is given even during weekday afternoons, I won’t even be able to use the shield of morning prayer now.

“Th-that is! I don’t particularly…”

I tried to cry out hastily but pressed my lips shut.

Seeing the nun listening attentively, I couldn’t bring myself to continue the next words.

Could any thick-skinned person in the world really say something like this?

The words that praying is better instead, because I feel like I’d faint if I got grinded during the day too.

As I was hesitating, the nun gently wrapped my hand in hers.

“Don’t worry. The believers will understand the Saint.”

Her benevolent voice pricked my conscience.

“Have you fully recovered from your body aches?”

“Huh? Ah, well… More or less.”

“That’s a relief. Please take good care of yourself.”

With a gentle smile, the nun offered a slight bow.

Habitually, I also bowed my head.

Finishing the conversation with a gentle eye-smile, the nun gradually moved away with elegant steps.

As I stared at her retreating figure, dumbfounded, I heard a voice in my head.

『Just accept it. Why do you refuse so stiffly?』

『Goddess…』

It was Goddess Isis.

『Do you want to be with me that much? You always whine that it’s embarrassing, you know.』

『Rather than being raped in broad daylight, it’s much better to be subjected to humiliation play by the Goddess, isn’t it?』

The Goddess snorted and immediately retorted.

『Rape, how unpleasant for the listener. You don’t refuse either, do you? Then it’s consensual sex.』

『Th-that’s because they forcibly create the situation…』

『What is the kid who begged for more every time saying?』

『Ugh.』

When I hear words like that, I have nothing to say back, you know.

Click-clack, I turned my back on the chapel with tired steps.

Letting out a shallow sigh, I spoke to the Goddess in my inner world.

『But, as a Saint…』

『Sigh, this is why nerds are like this. That’s why you couldn’t even get married in your past life.』

“Why are you bringing that up!”

At one word that got on my nerves, I ended up shouting out loud.

Gasp, covering my mouth, I looked around.

Thankfully, no one was looking this way.

At my reaction, the Goddess chuckled.

『Well, true, since you have four lovers now.』

『Not lovers…』

I tried to refute immediately but decided against it.

Sleeping together, kissing, even sex, if I don’t call this lovers, what should I call it?

『Right? You know it well too.』

Ugh.

I blushed with a frustrated feeling.

The Goddess chuckled and said.

『So, what are you going to do today?』

『Well… If I go to the chapel like this, the nuns will stop me. I can’t really think of anything to do either.』

『Want to watch a movie with me?』

『Anyway, it’s a sex video featuring me, isn’t it? I don’t want to watch it.』

『How picky you are.』

Grumbling, the Goddess started to slowly move away in the inner world.

『Oh, right.』

With a fading voice, the Goddess said to me.

『There’s a super delicious pub in Laz. Since things are like this anyway, why don’t you go there tonight?』

『A pub?』

Tilting my head, I asked.

Suddenly, a pub?

What wind blew that she was making such a suggestion to me?

『I’m a Saint.』

『Yeah. I know.』

『Isn’t it true that clergy shouldn’t drink alcohol?』

『Then what is the wine Jesus made? What about what he drank? Was it grape juice?』

『Uh…』

Hearing it like that, I can’t think of anything to say.

『Stop talking nonsense and just go. I’m telling you, it’s really delicious.』

『But how do you know that place is delicious?』

『What is there that a goddess doesn’t know?』

That’s true too, I guess.

『Alright, I’m cutting off now? I’ll masturbate to your video from yesterday and tell you my thoughts.』

『Huh? What are you hitting?』

『Have a delicious dinner~.』

『Wait a minute! Goddess, wait…!』

Ignoring me who was trying to hold her back, the Goddess left the inner world.

Stopping the steps that were turning away from the chapel, I let out a deep sigh.

“So I really was masturbation material…”