episode_0118

I clenched and unclenched my fists for a moment, then erased all thoughts of the President and approached the Saintess.

Perhaps because the sorcerer was dead, the tentacles no longer supplied demonic energy. Their durability had also deteriorated, making them easy to break.

I severed the tentacles with my bare hands, then caught the falling Saintess in my arms.

“Saintess-nim. Wake up! Iris! Iris!”

Even after patting her cheeks and calling her name, the Saintess did not wake.

I placed my hand on her lower abdomen.

“I will apologize later.”

After that, as I infused the Flame of Purity, I felt a seed coiled at the center of her uterus.

Having already taken root and connected to her body, it continuously spread vital energy, transforming the Saintess into a succubus.

A significant portion of the transformation had already progressed, to the point where I couldn’t delay much longer.

‘I must purify it immediately.’

My Incarnation had already reached its limit, but I couldn’t leave her like this.

I mobilized as much mana as possible and began purifying the Saintess’s entire body.

If I extinguished the seed first, abnormalities might occur in the already mutated body, so I intended to reverse the mutation first and then extinguish the seed last.

Just as her entire body returned to normal, with only the seed remaining.

Thump!

“Ugh!?”

My heart thrashed as if it would burst, and simultaneously, my Incarnation dispelled, bringing an immense wave of exhaustion.

The vitality in my entire body drained away like an ebb tide.

I suppressed my fading vision with superhuman mental strength. Unbeknownst to me, the Saintess had slipped from my hands and fallen onto the cold floor.

“Haa… haa! Damn it!”

I gritted my teeth.

I tried to activate Incarnation again, but the once-closed Taiji would not reopen.

There was no way forward like this.

‘…No, there is a way.’

The only problem was that it was a method I absolutely did not want to use.

“Is that really the only option?”

It wasn’t certain, and there was no guarantee it would succeed. But for now, there was no other way.

I caressed the Saintess’s cheek.

“She’s warm.”

The warmth of a human.

And if I were to bear the sin, she could remain human forever.

“Haa…”

I sighed and brought my hand down, my gaze following. Past her chin, past her shoulders, it arrived at her overwhelming large breasts.

From there, only my head lowered further, sweeping past her slender waist, wide pelvis, and dazzling legs, before rising again and stopping at the uterine tattoo engraved on her lower abdomen.

Though it had lost its glow, the tattoo still remained there, asserting its presence firmly.

I rubbed over it, then looked at her panties.

“Cute.”

Like her bra, they were adorable pink panties with lace.

I smiled briefly, then instantly hardened my expression and cautiously took hold of her thighs.

My hand sank into the soft flesh.

I applied pressure, raising her knees, then spread her legs appropriately to hold them in place. I then grasped the pink lace panties and pulled them aside.

Then, a pale pink vulva was revealed.

Like Deborah, the Saintess seemed to be the type who didn’t grow pubic hair, as there were no traces of hair removal. There was simply a tightly closed slit in the center of a plump white mound, with not even the slightest gap.

This emphasized the Saintess’s purity, further provoking my guilt.

“Saintess-nim. I apologize.”

To me, this was a way to repay my debt.

Even if she wouldn’t want it, I, being selfish, would stop the mutation even if it meant violating her.

Having firmly resolved myself, I lowered my zipper, took out my penis, and positioned it between the Saintess’s legs.

Immediately after, I realized something surprising.

“…I can’t get an erection.”

Even looking at the Saintess’s pure virgin vulva, my large penis was uncharacteristically limp.

It was a side effect of the Incarnation.

Given that I had maintained a technique that could make my body sway after only a moment of use for over ten minutes, it would be strange if I *could* get an erection.

In my impatience, I quickly rubbed the glans over the Saintess’s labia, but it only hardened slightly, and that was it.

In this state, it was impossible to even guess how long it would take to ejaculate.

I subtly raised my gaze.

“Haa… is there no choice?”

My eyes were now directed at her breasts.

Those enchanting breasts that had appeared repeatedly even in my dreams.

I could guarantee that if I used her breasts, I would definitely be able to ejaculate within 5 minutes.

“Fuck.”

As soon as I made the decision, I muttered a curse and brought my hand to her buttons.

One, two.

I calmly undid them one by one, then, overcome by the surging exhaustion and frustration, I impatiently ripped them open.

The sound of tearing fabric, and the white shirt sprang open.

Next, I unfastened the hook located at the center of her bra.

Jiggle!

It was as if I heard such an auditory hallucination.

The moment the hook was released, the Saintess’s large breasts sprang out vigorously as if reveling in their freedom. They continuously jiggled, leaving pale pink afterimages in the air.

“…They truly are incredible.”

It wasn’t just a simple observation.

As I brought my hand to my penis, the shaft, which had been maintaining an ambiguous state as if it might break at any moment, hardened like steel.

The heat was so intense that I flinched for a moment.

With this, preparation was complete.

“Saintess-nim. I’m sorry.”

For the last time, I apologized once more.

Although I shouldn’t be caught by the Saintess, I wished she would just wake up right now.

But it was not going to happen, so I shook off my futile fantasies and slowly inserted my penis.

Squish!

The glans, spread wide like an umbrella, forcibly crushed the delicate labia as it burrowed in.

“Ugh…!”

The Saintess’s brow furrowed.

Even though she was unconscious, the pain of insertion seemed unavoidable.

I wanted to fondle her, but merely forcing my penis in was already difficult enough. I deliberately ignored it and continued to apply pressure.

Finally, I reached her hymen.

The thin, small membrane, dotted with tiny holes, offered faint resistance.

I hugged the Saintess tightly to prevent her from struggling, then tore through the hymen.

Rip!

“Ughhh…!”

As my penis disappeared more than halfway into her vagina, the Saintess moaned from the pain of rupture.

Surprisingly, there was no struggle, but the beads of sweat on her forehead proved that the pain was considerable.

My face was terribly contorted.

“…I will atone for this sin later.”

Whispering this, I pressed tightly against the Saintess and gently cupped one of her breasts with a hand.

My fingers sank into her breast as if melting. It felt as if my senses had vanished. I doubted if my fingers were even properly attached.

But as I opened my grip again, my buried fingers reappeared.

Enjoying that heavenly sensation, I barely managed to regain my composure and proceeded with the next action.

I ran my tongue over my lips, wetting them, then covered the gasping Saintess’s lips. With my free hand, I grasped her chin, parting her lips slightly, and let my saliva flow into the gap.

My mana-infused saliva flowed into the Saintess’s stomach.

“Hmph, mm… Suck…”

Perhaps she was very thirsty, for the Saintess instead extended her tongue, licked my oral cavity, and begged for more saliva.

‘Not 5 minutes, 3 minutes will be enough.’

I corrected my previous thought.

I had thought 5 minutes would be enough to ejaculate, but looking at her current state, it was clearly not the case.

Even just being inserted, fondling her large breasts and kissing her, the urge to ejaculate was rising very quickly.

Just then, as pheromones also took effect, the grip of her vaginal walls around my shaft gradually loosened.

“Haa… is that enough?”

I parted my lips, retracted the long, silvery thread of saliva with my tongue, then subtly moved my hips.

Squish!

Though only slightly, the reddened shaft pulled out, scraping the moist vaginal canal.

When I pushed it back in, her vaginal walls warmly embraced it as if they had never resisted. It was a sensation that felt like the Saintess’s gentleness.

I slowly repeated the insertion.

Squish! Squish!

Each time my penis pulled out and thrust back in, the Saintess’s vagina slowly, but continuously, became smoother.

Before even ten thrusts had passed, only wet, squelching sounds emanated from her vaginal walls.

“Hnng, hnnnng…”

The Saintess began to moan.

That sight was so lovely that it was difficult to suppress my desire.

Especially with each thrust, her large breasts swayed from the impact, tracing circles outwards before meeting in the center with a *thwop!* sound and jiggling.

At this enchanting movement that even erased my guilt, I instinctively buried my face in her breasts.

‘This is the best.’

The Saintess’s breasts were undeniably the best.

However, contrary to my vague expectation that they would smell faintly of milk, her breasts exuded a refreshing body scent.

I don’t know why I imagined such a thing when the Saintess hadn’t even given birth.

Still, in the future, she would someday meet a man she loves and have children, right?

At that time, not only would her breasts smell faintly of milk, but they would also secrete breast milk.

I don’t know who he will be, but I truly envy him.

Overwhelmed by a sense of deprivation, I vented my frustration by sucking *squish squish* at her breasts with my tongue, then lightly bit her hardened nipple.

“Ugh, uh-huh…!”

At the same time, the Saintess’s hips arched upwards, and her vaginal walls powerfully tightened for a moment.

Afterwards, her vagina became even wetter.

‘Did she climax?’

It wasn’t an explosive fountain, but it seemed she had reached a weak orgasm.

Convinced that I was satisfying her sufficiently, I excitedly combined intense and fast-paced thrusting with fondling.

Not long after, my urge to ejaculate finally reached its limit.

[Rape Index: 73]

Although there was no resistance whatsoever, perhaps because I forcibly violated her without consent while she was asleep, the Rape Index was quite high.

At this level, I would probably be able to easily eliminate the seed, now that its demonic energy supply had been cut off.

“Saintess-nim. I’m going to come.”

I lifted my head, left a brief kiss on her forehead, then thrust my penis deep inside and ejaculated.

Splat! Gush! Splooooosh!

The mental satisfaction was so great that, even in my state of complete exhaustion, an astonishingly enormous amount of semen poured out.

The torrent of milky white fluid surged past the cervix, dyeing the entire uterus white.

The seed, nestled at its center, was swept away by the flow and easily extinguished.

Furthermore, not only did it stop there, but the semen was absorbed through the uterus, dispelling even the faint remnants of demonic energy that had lingered throughout her body.

Even after finishing my ejaculation, I waited for a sufficient moment before withdrawing.

Squelch….

As my forearm-sized large penis pulled out, the pure vulva, gaping in its shape, slowly pulsed.

Soon, as if realizing its master had left, it slowly reduced in size, returning to its original tightly closed shape.

“Haa… I feel like I’m going to die.”

I complained about feeling like death, then got up and tidied my clothes.

I wanted to collapse and sleep immediately, but I had to finish cleaning up. Even assuming all the semen had been absorbed, there was still some vaginal fluid remaining.

Afterwards, having completed all the cleaning with a magical cleanser, I looked at the Saintess and fell into thought.

“Ah, damn it. Why did I do that?”

The Saintess was currently sleeping soundly, her alluring breasts exposed.

I could pull her panties back up to cover her vagina, but I couldn’t cover her breasts because the buttons had been ripped off.

If I left her like this, the Church would surely raise an issue. What should I do?

After a moment of deliberation, I looked at the scattered club members around me and clapped my hands.

“That’s right! There was that!”

Considering they were casually having an orgy when I first arrived in the cavern, it likely meant they did that normally, so they must have kept spare clothes in the clubroom.

Her breasts might be a bit small for the Saintess, but if I dressed her in them, it would be as good as new.

“Alright. I have to go!”

I really wanted to rest, but I couldn’t leave even the slightest room for error, so I had no choice.

Just as I turned my back and was about to enter the passage, I suddenly gazed at the Saintess, lying half-naked among the scattered club members.

What if I just left her, and the first ones to wake up touched the Saintess?

“Ah, fuck.”

That thought made me turn back.

In the end, amidst a soul-crushing exhaustion, I had to carry the Saintess on my back, cross that long passage to the clubroom, fetch a white shirt, dress her in it, and then return to the cavern.

“Gasp… gasp! I feel like I’m going to die.”

I laid the neatened Saintess on the floor, then panted roughly as I pulled out a badge from my subspace pouch.

It was something Isis had given me the other day; the moment I activated it, my beloved sister, having received the signal, would rush over.

I immediately sent the signal.

Hum!

A small magical vibration sound indicated that the signal had been successfully sent.

As I sat down beside the Saintess, scribbling a memo and waiting, I heard a familiar voice from beyond the passage.

“Ruan! Ruan! Are you here?”

A quick scan with my energy sense revealed the student council members, led by Regina, behind her.

Now I could rest assured.

‘Isis. I’m counting on you to handle things.’

I affixed the memo to her chest, then closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.