The Saintess Wants to Apologize

Meiko, having fled to her lab, gasped for breath, clutching a pillow as she replayed the fantasy in her mind.

Max, who was always so much taller than her, looking down at her, had suddenly shrunk, now looking up at her.

It wasn’t just his height; his face and physique had become small and delicate.

She recalled his hands, smaller than hers, his round face, and the immature features of a face just beginning to lose its baby fat.

His initial bewilderment at his diminished size, quickly followed by his easy adaptation, was so characteristic of the clever Max she knew.

She had first met him when he was 18.

He was already fully grown then, making this new form utterly unfamiliar to Meiko.

She couldn’t describe how flustered she was.

At the same time, it had struck her fancy perfectly.

He was the first man to ever look up at Meiko, who was always surrounded by adults and looked down upon by others.

“Sis.”

Whether his voice hadn’t yet broken, or was just starting to, she couldn’t tell, but the androgynous voice calling her “Sis” made her head spin.

“Ugh…”

Just imagining it made her body tremble.

She could still feel the sensation of holding him.

That small frame sitting on her thigh, embraced in her arms.

Not the sturdy arms usually bulging with muscles, but slender ones, like a woman’s.

The slight flab and immature muscles, devoid of any real definition, excited Meiko.

The feel of the bare skin of his waist beneath her hand was still vivid on her fingertips.

“It’s wrong that I spent so much money, but it’s not like I did it with bad intentions. Aren’t you being too harsh?”

“…You’re being harsh.”

“Max thinks so too, right?”

His boyish voice listening to her whining.

And his body, flinching and twitching in response to Meiko’s touch.

How delightful it was to see his back as he squirmed beneath her, seemingly flustered, as her fingers crept higher and higher on his waist.

It was a shame she couldn’t see his expression, but it was alright.

She was already satisfied with what she had experienced today.

Her desire grew stronger.

She wanted to do something, anything, to this small boy.

She wanted to do something before this boy, smaller than her, grew up.

She wanted to paint over and cover this blank canvas with her colors.

Meiko was always being lectured by Max.

How unfair it was that she, as his teacher, was always being put down by Max because she was older.

But in her fantasy, she and Max were in the opposite dynamic.

Herself, the older teacher, and Max, the younger student.

Every single aspect of Max was so cute she could hardly stand it.

She wanted to nibble on him.

Seeing Max flustered and unsure, his thighs pressed together, Meiko felt, for the first time, the urge to pounce on this boy.

And at that moment, she snapped back to reality.

This was wrong.

They were teacher and student.

They weren’t married, and as a follower of the Goddess, she couldn’t commit such sacrilegious acts.

And so

I knew, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it because of the eyes around me.

And so, I quietly walked down the aisle of the Order with Eileen.

…….

Tap, tap.

Only the sound of footsteps could be heard in the silence.

Eileen entered a room that appeared to be the Saintess’s reception room.

Entering the room, she gestured to the knight and nuns who had followed behind me.

“You wish to see him alone? But Saintess…”

“…It’s okay.”

“…Understood.”

At Eileen’s dismissal, the nuns and paladins bowed their heads and stepped back.

Then, they warned me with their eyes.

‘You will be smitten by God if you do anything.’

Or so they implied.

As I entered the reception room, Eileen, who had been hesitating, slowly opened her mouth.

“I… missed you.”

Eileen’s face, as she spoke to me, was flushed much redder than her pink hair.

“…Could you take me to the store?”