Chapter 9 – The Saintess Ejaculated
‘Sir, I don’t like…’
The saintess was expressing her regret while holding back her tears.
When she heard the voice of the goddess, the thought ran through her mind that she should not have told anyone about it.
A saintess born in a humble place called Raksha, a brothel.
Even the pope officially acknowledged that Marianne was a saint chosen by her goddess, but she did not easily change the way people looked at her.
Most people doubted her sincerity, especially those like Genoa, who were brimming with arrogance.
[Go to Calane Village. There is my arrangement.]
In the meantime, I heard the voice of the goddess.
It was an oracle that had been handed down for the first time in decades, and Marian, who was able to prove that she was a real saint, boasted about it to everyone.
And, the result was this situation now.
“This one, isn’t it too wet to investigate?”
“… That, that’s because you keep touching it. Ugh…”
“Why? Do you even feel it?”
The goddess’ arrangement man was in the middle of violating the most secret part of himself to his heart’s content.
She wanted to stop his rude behavior right away, but Marianne didn’t dare.
If she couldn’t take her warrior, whom she claimed to be her oracle, the gazes of those who already doubted her would have changed even more harshly.
“Who, who is feeling it? And, there already… Butt ah, no… I’m sorry…”
“Well? Are you sure you feel it here?”
“Ha… Oh no… Haheung, there… Yo. This… Whew…”
The man who had originally said he would check the mark on her buttocks, was now only relentlessly touching Marianne’s vagina, as if he had no interest in her ass.
The crazy thing was that whenever a man’s hand touched something, she felt a pleasure that even Marianne herself couldn’t handle.
“Hahm… Haaaaang…”
“If I made a sound like that, would the outsiders be able to hear it?”
“Suck!”
At the words of a man who was her hero, Marian hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.
She didn’t know what her actions meant.
Before she was a saint, she was from Raksha, a brothel.
It is, of course, a matter between a man and a woman, and she had no choice but to come to know it naturally from a very young age.
Of course, that didn’t mean she was rich in her sex experience.
Her own mother had somehow tried to protect her second daughter, and because of her, Marianne was safe from the many men who would prey on her.
And more than anything else, what kept her from experiencing her sexuality was that Marian herself hated sexual activity itself.
Because she was the one who hated her mother, who poured out obscene nasal sounds with her gross gestures while being embraced by her unknown man.
Of course, if her Marianne’s beauty had fully bloomed, it would have been impossible for her mere courtesan to protect her, and her Marianne’s will would have been meaningless.
Fortunately, by the time the flower called Marianne started to bloom, she had become a saint and thanks to that she was able to keep her chastity.
“Huh… That stop…”
“Don’t you like it too much to stop?”
“Ha ha… Haha… I’m sorry… Ah… Oh, there, no.”
Marianne thought her brain would melt at the sound that came out of her own mouth.
Only in this way, is she not the same as her mother whom she hated?
Thinking that Genoa outside her might hear this obscene sound, I tried to hold back her moaning, but her body was not properly controlled as if it was broken.
No, to be honest, the fact that Genoa was outside of her gave her even more pleasure.
“The hole is twitching. It’s like begging me to put my finger in.”
Marianne touched her own cunt like her toy, biting her lower lip at the man’s grinning words of her.
The man’s fingers seemed to really have no emotion, he was just whipping his own pussy and he didn’t do anything more than that.
It was embarrassing to even show the genitals, but the man’s attitude was deeply humiliating to Maria.
“Shall I put it in? If you want, I will.”
“That, it can’t be… Whoa…”
Contrary to what Marianne said, she felt that her hole was waiting for a man’s finger.
Little by little, she felt the man’s rough, thick fingers push into her body her.
And that moment.
Marianne felt something snapping in her head.
“Haaaaa… Oh no…”
She started pouring out water as if her pussy her was completely ruined.
Her unbearable shame and humiliation of her frustrated her, but another sense of release was throbbing her whole body of her.
It was a sensation she had never felt before in her life.
**
‘Ha, I never thought a bitch called a saint would be cheap.’
I thought so as I looked at my wet arms of her.
Not only did the saintess’ hands get wet with the cheap liquid, but the sleeves of her clothes were completely soaked in her and clinging to her arms.
In the past, I might not have known what this situation meant, but through Lina, I had experienced similar situations a few times.
Even though she mixed her body her so many times, the number of times Lina wrapped up like her saintess her could only be counted with her fingers her.
I looked at the saintess while wiping the liquid from her hands with a towel that had been rolling around the house.
Perhaps the strength in her legs her had weakened, and the saintess’ her back her as she trembled as she sat down on the liquid I had wrapped in it looked quite strange.
Honestly, just looking at her made her cock her explode.
“Ha… Ha…”
The saintess was breathing heavily and looking up at me with her hazy eyes.
The eyes of her were full of contempt and shame, but they seemed to long for something nonetheless.
Just like I was excited, the saintess was also excited.
He knew very well what her eyes were looking for.
‘Not yet, not yet.’
I forcibly suppressed her desire even in the face of the saintess who was swaying and staring at me deeply.
Fucking her would n’t be a thing if she put her mind to it, but her timing her wasn’t good right now.
No, to be more precise, I thought that if I tried to fuck her like this, I would n’t be able to solve even half of my grudge against her.
It was necessary to let this delicate relationship ripen a little more in order to get revenge properly.
And just leaving her unattended would be enough to cause pain to the saintess.
It was me, I had someone to quench her lust for her, but she wasn’t a saint.
“… I checked.”
“… What?”
“Let me follow you. Why are you complaining?”
I said as I threw the towel I had wiped her hands on at Marian.
As the towel I threw hit her face her and fell to the floor, I saw her saintess’ face her flush with shame.
Even so, she couldn’t just go outside, so the saintess started tidying up her vagina with the towel I gave her.
“There can be complaints. Keep your promises.”
The saintess wiped herself off herself, and as she put on her clothes again, she said so.
Unlike before, before she took off her clothes her, she does n’t seem to care too much about showing her body her.
I smiled inwardly at the saintess’ transformation and nodded her head.
“Of course. But there are things to sort out, so we will start tomorrow.”
“… It’s about a day. I know.”
After thinking about my words for a while, the saintess nodded her head like that.
In any case, she also had a desperate look on her face that indicated she wanted to rest.
**
“Allen!”
As soon as I went out of the house with the saintess, I heard the voice of the ghetto old man.
The old man looked at me with a worried expression and was stomping his feet.
Judging by the situation, it seems that she was captured by Genoa and the Holy Knights and could not even enter her own house.
It was quite considering what happened with Marianne, but it didn’t feel good that the old man was fortunately waiting outside.
It was because two men dressed as the Holy Knights were holding both arms of the ghetto old man.
“What is this?”
I walked towards Genoa and asked that.
Genoa stared at me and the saintess, then replied with a shameless expression.
“She can’t let anyone into the place where the saintess is, so she’s just holding her for a while.”
“Under? This place is that person’s house in the first place. By what right do you have him?”
I asked back while looking at Genoa with a cold expression.
I knew from the beginning that she was a bad bitch, but when I saw her brazenly acting, my fever jumped up.
“Right? In the first place, rights are something that only the powerful can claim. What right do you have?”
Rather, Genoa answered like that with an expression that he did not understand what I was saying.
Strength?
I felt infinitely disrespectful of her daring to discuss power in front of me, but I just smiled.
Genoa herself admitted that the powerless had no rights, so she thought she would be able to use that word forever.
‘Ha, nothing has changed between this year and that year.’
Well, it would be rather strange if it had changed.
The girls were the same as before, and the only thing that has changed here is me who has finished regressing.
“It’s power… That word. Remember me clearly.”
I said that while looking into my eyes.
But is it because my words only sounded ridiculous?
Rather, Genoa began to let out her laughter as if she could not stand my reaction.
“Okay. Please keep this in mind. Warrior.”
After that conversation with Genoa, I slowly walked towards the ghetto old man.
I wanted to tell Genoa right away what the difference in strength was, but right now I had to reassure the inspiration first.
Even as I approached, the soldiers held on to the ghetto old man’s arms.
“Let go? When you say nice things?”
I showed my teeth to the soldiers and said so.
No matter how great the ghetto inspiration was, he was now over 60.
What’s more, the ones holding his arm were his paladins who had nothing to do but pray and exercise after eating.
Of course there would be some amount of pain, and even if it wasn’t, being forcibly restrained couldn’t feel good.
At my words, I saw the knights, who glanced at Genoa, release the old man’s arms one tempo later.
I spoke to the inspiration, earning a grudge inwardly.
“Old man, as you may have heard, I am a warrior.”
“… What is that all of a sudden?”
“Ha. Somehow, one day, it seemed like I suddenly became stronger.”
I said that with a smile at the ghetto old man.
The old man’s expression looked very complicated, but he didn’t say anything, perhaps because he didn’t want to burden me.
“Well, it’s annoying, but I want to try being a hero.”
“… Are you so determined?”
After a while, I slowly nodded my head to the ghetto old man’s question.
Perhaps, in previous lives, inspiration had asked me similar questions.
‘And, I said that I could run away if I didn’t want to do it and was afraid.’
I smiled as I recalled the story my inspiration had told me before.
Over 20 years of my life as a warrior, the only person who told me it was OK to run away was the old man.
“Oh, and I have to move. Inspiration too.”
“What, what do you mean?”
“I have a house on the capital side, so prepare to go there. I will explain the details later.”
I said so to the ghetto old man and started to move quickly.
It was because there were a few things to take care of in order to leave town the next day.
**
“Reena.”
“… That, uh, what did you come here for, hero? From.”
The first place I visited was Lina’s house.
Lina had an expression that she didn’t know how to treat me, who had suddenly risen in status.
I looked at her with a bitter smile at Lina’s reaction to her.
To a country girl, the hero might seem like a great figure from any heroic tale, but the reality was a bit different.
According to my experience of being a warrior for 20 years, being a warrior was nothing.
“I’m sorry. Because you say so.”
I looked at Lina and expressed her honest feelings about her.
Surprisingly, Lina looked at me with her surprised eyes and started to burst into tears.
“I, I… Because you become a warrior The saintess and the paladins are also looking for you… So I thought you would leave.”
“Ah, I will leave.”
I immediately responded to Lina’s words to her.
She knew it was bad timing, but she didn’t mean to lie to her.
“Yeah, but why did you come here?”
Rina asked again with an angry expression at her words her.
It was funny how my mood fluctuated, but it was still much nicer to see than making it difficult for me like before.
“I have a request for you. Reena.”
“… Request? To me?”
Lina widened her eyes at my words and pointed her finger at her own face her.
A person who could be a hero, she had an expression that she couldn’t understand what to ask of an ordinary girl like herself.
