Chapter 147

Chapter 147

The Heroine of the 1st Playthrough Remembers My Training.

Episode 147: Not The Sensual Saint, But The Sacred Saint (5).

“P-please… teach Lilith… how to properly use her body!”

The moment those words left the saint’s mouth, Bianca clenched her teeth and stood up.

“You crazy bitch, are you ignoring me? Didn’t I warn you to stop wagging your tail around?”

“B-but… Lilith is… a saint…”

A moment ago, she had been trying to hide her identity as a saint, but now she’s using it as a shield.

However, Bianca didn’t seem to care who her opponent was.

“So what? I just had a fight with the next head of the Uruella family. What makes a saint any different?”

Hearing Bianca’s words, I could almost feel the disaster that must have unfolded in the dormitory earlier. But there was no time to be stunned.

First, I had to deal with the unbelievable words that had come out of the saint’s mouth.

“Senior, calm down.”

“Calm down? That bitch completely ignored what I said!”

“Bianca, I’m telling you to calm down.”

I spoke in a commanding tone, my gaze cooling as I looked at her.

Bianca hesitated and, with a disgruntled expression, sank back into her seat.

“Let’s confirm the terms again, Saint. You will assist me, and in return, I will teach you how to use your body. Is that acceptable?”

“Yes… that’s fine…”

“Will you swear it in the name of the Goddess?”

“W-well…”

Though she hesitated at first, struggling to make a promise without knowing the conditions, she eventually nodded, her desire overpowering her reluctance.

“Y-yes, I swear.”

“Alright, then it’s a deal.”

When I sealed the contract, Bianca, still clenching her fists, asked,

“Wait… are you really going to do it with her?”

“No, I won’t.”

“…What?”

“…Excuse me?”

Both the saint and Bianca stared at me, wide-eyed, when I declared I wouldn’t be engaging in sex with her.

“You’re… not going to?”

“That’s correct. The condition was to teach you how to use your body, right?”

“…Yes, that’s right.”

“Then I will teach you. But it doesn’t have to involve your body.”

The saint’s jaw dropped at my response.

With a gentle smile, I continued, already planning to purify the “tentacle.”

“Then, please follow me. There’s also something I’d like you to purify.”

The reason I set these terms wasn’t solely because of Bianca.

My mind, honed through countless adult games, had simulated a proper training method for the lascivious saint.

‘Avoid touching the saint’s body as much as possible.’

Unlike the innocent mind and corrupted body of my first playthrough, this time, I intended to subvert her corrupted mind while preserving her pure body.

“…What?”

Finally realizing she’d been duped, the saint shouted.

“This… this is invalid! What Lilith wanted was…”

“Saint, did you not swear in the name of the Goddess? Are you saying you’ll go back on that vow now?”

“…Ugh…”

Even blinded by her desires, she couldn’t deny the Goddess, so she clamped her mouth shut.

“Hah, this is what you get for going after someone else’s man.”

Bianca crossed her arms with a smug grin, mocking the saint. I let out a small sigh as I watched the scene.

I brought the saint to the dormitory to purify the “tentacle,” but the moment I opened the door, I knew something was wrong.

“…Master.”

Lucia stood with her arms crossed, cold wind practically emanating from her.

“Who are those women behind you?”

I’d never seen Lucia this angry before, and a chill ran down my spine.

“Hah, you saw them earlier. Stop pretending you don’t know.”

“Can’t you see I’m talking to Master? Stay out of this.”

As tension flared between Lucia and Bianca, I stepped in to mediate.

“Lucia.”

“Yes, Master. I’m Lucia.”

Lucia forced a mechanical smile, her voice icy.

“I’m the Lucia who waits for Master endlessly. While I waited all night, you fooled around with some flat-chested girl, and now you’ve brought yet another woman?”

“…Flat? Did you just call me flat?”

“Looks like flat-chested girls don’t just lack curves but also have bad hearing.”

Bianca instantly flared up at Lucia’s sharp comment targeting her weakness.

“You crazy bitch! Having big boobs doesn’t make you superior!”

“Watch your mouth, Bianca Beatrice. I’m not just blessed with looks; I also surpass you in family standing, appearance, and abilities.”

“You… you little…”

Bianca’s lips quivered as she trembled, furious at Lucia’s pointed remarks.

“Lucia, Bianca is…”

“Fine, Master. I understand. You must be bored of just Vivian’s big boobs all the time, so you’re trying new things. But what about her?”

“Lucia, you know Lilith…”

“Enough! I don’t want to hear excuses! If you need to satisfy your urges, why not come to me? Why are you bringing in worthless extras like her?”

“….”

I’d recently wondered why Lucia hadn’t shown any signs of jealousy, but this was almost hurtful.

Lucia, better than anyone, should know that Lilith was essential to overcoming the “Resurrected Corruption.”

‘Lucia, we swore that day together.’

We vowed to bring a happy ending to this world no matter what.

Yet, her behavior now, consumed by jealousy, seemed as if she had forgotten that promise entirely.

‘…Have you truly forgotten that vow…?’

Just as resentment and disappointment toward Lucia started to rise, I felt an odd sense of unease.

“So, what are you? Did you come here to collect payment from Master? If it’s money, I’ll pay you. Now leave.”

“I… I’m just…”

If Lucia had only targeted Bianca, I could have understood.

Bringing Bianca along had been purely for my own convenience.

But her hostility toward Lilith, pretending she didn’t know her, was baffling.

‘…Why?’

What could be the reason for Lucia’s aggressive attitude right now?

“Master, why won’t you answer? Say something to me.”

I could tell Lucia had an intention behind her actions.

But I couldn’t figure out what that intention was.

If there was something she wanted, she could have said it outright…

Speaking this way would only provoke my anger.

‘…Anger?’

For some reason, the word “anger” lingered in my mind.

“Hah, or is it that now that a new woman has arrived, you no longer feel the need to listen to me? Should I just disappear?”

Her response made it clear.

Lucia wanted me to get angry.

But what benefit could she gain from making me angry?

As I carefully retraced the situation, a moment of clarity struck.

‘…Lucia, you’re…’

Lucia was hoping that I would assert dominance by subduing her defiance and re-establish order in this room.

Until now, Lucia had always been the one maintaining the balance and hierarchy among the women. However, that balance had started to waver with the arrival of a new challenger, Bianca.

Adding the saint into the mix only caused the balance to crumble entirely.

To address this, there were two options.

The first was to get rid of Bianca.

Obviously, removing the disruptive element would restore the balance.

But Lucia knew I didn’t want that.

So, she presented a second option.

…To give me complete authority, ensuring no one could oppose me.

“Well? Answer me, Master. Should I disappear?”

“….”

I hadn’t noticed before, clouded by my feelings of disappointment, but upon closer observation, I realized Lucia’s expression was trembling slightly.

The fact that saying such things to me was distressing her was proof enough.

My chest filled with guilt for even momentarily doubting Lucia.

As someone who had chosen to embrace multiple women, it should have been my responsibility to maintain balance among them.

But Lucia had silently taken on that burden for me without a word.

Even in this situation, she prioritized me, assuming the role of the villain to avoid burdening me further.

I couldn’t help but feel immense gratitude and guilt toward her.

‘…But.’

If I acknowledged her efforts now, it would make all her sacrifices meaningless.

‘I’m sorry, Lucia…’

Apologizing once more in my heart, I hardened my expression, adopting the demeanor of the “Prince of the Bed,” and roughly grabbed a fistful of Lucia’s hair.

“So you’ve crossed the line after I indulged your antics.”

“…Ugh… M-Master…?”

At the same time, I emitted an aura of false intimidation using telekinesis, growling in a low voice.

“Lucia, you’re nothing more than a toilet for relieving my desires. Am I wrong?”

“…Hah… N-no, I’m… just your toilet, Master…”

“Then what gives a mere toilet the audacity to defy its master?”

“N-no, I wasn’t trying to defy you, Master…”

—Slap!

When I slapped Lucia’s cheek with all my might, everyone in the room held their breath.

‘…This should be fine, right?’

Although the sound was loud, I had created a thin barrier of telekinesis in front of her cheek, so it wouldn’t hurt much.

Instead, my hand, which struck the barrier, stung like I’d touched fire, but I showed no reaction and intensified my tone.

“Don’t make excuses. Who gave a toilet permission to make excuses? The only thing you’re allowed to do is beg for my mercy.”

“…I’m… I’m sorry, Master… Please… show mercy…”

“You stupid girl! How many times must I teach you to understand?”

“M-Master…? W-what do you mean…?”

“Is that your idea of an apology? Is that the posture I taught you to use?”

As I released her hair, Lucia trembled pitifully, then knelt on the ground and slowly bowed her head.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Master… This lowly toilet… dared… to defy… the noble Master… Please… have mercy on me ♥”