Not wearing her usual uniform, but rather a slightly more revealing nightgown, the Saintess began to feel a slight arousal from the weight of the fabric pressing against her entire body.
But she endured it. For a woman to relieve herself alone before being with a man was excessively rude, like filling up on snacks before the main feast.
It wasn’t some cheap instant gratification; no, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, a proper pleasure awaited her, did it not?
‘My heart’s pounding…….’
She never imagined things would come to this. The Saintess mulled over the words Kail had spoken to her at lunch today once more.
─I’ll come hold you tonight.
─Eeeeh……?
Kail didn’t bother explaining what he meant. But that alone was enough to set her ablaze.
When they dressed her in provocative lingerie, clearly meant to seduce men, instead of the light robes nuns usually wore, she nearly climaxed.
‘When will he come…’
To covet a man—no, a married man! It was something no person should ever do, and as a Saintess, it was an unfathomable sin—but now, it was different.
No one judged her. Not even the God who always watched over her paid her any mind now.
As if silently affirming that what she was doing was justified.
Knock-knock-.
“Yes, Yeees-!”
Hearing the knock, the Saintess unconsciously bit her tongue as she answered. The person knocking opened the door without waiting for her permission, hearing her tongue-biting voice through the door.
The Saintess’s consent didn’t matter here. As if her will was irrelevant… trampling her free will and privacy like mere tools—she weakly climaxed.
“…What’s with that getup?”
“Ye-Yes! Th-The nuns dressed me…”
“I told them to dress you casually, not like THAT…”
Kail let out a deep sigh after seeing the Saintess’s outfit and cautiously approached her. The heat radiating from his body overwhelmed her, and the Saintess felt her whole body grow hot.
Ah, damn this body. What had she done to become so lewd? She cursed the Apostle of the Evil God Cult that had once possessed her.
Watching the trembling Saintess, who was drenched in pleasure, Kail lightly sighed again and carefully explained why he’d come.
“I’m going to take you now.”
“Haaahhng…!”
“…You didn’t seriously just wait for that line, did you?”
“A-Ah, N-Nope…!”
“Well, whatever. Doesn’t really matter.”
There was only one reason Kail came here: to have intercourse with the Saintess and reinfuse her body with divinity.
Her feelings during the process were irrelevant. He had no intention of comforting or considering her emotions.
Just mechanically.
“No affection, no pleasure—just thrusting, shaking, and finishing. Once I’m done, I’ll leave without delay. Begging for more won’t help. That’s the condition.”
“I-It’s fine. If anything, I should be the one apologizing… Having fallen into the hands of the Evil God Cult and becoming such a lewd body, even God has abandoned me…”
“It’s because that damn God was being troublesome that I’m doing this.”
Kail scratched the back of his head and, seeing no further point in delaying, immediately pushed the Saintess down. As he mounted her, feeling the skin of another woman who wasn’t his wife, Kail felt a considerable sense of displeasure.
Of course, the Saintess was a good woman. Ask any man in the world, and all hundred would want to sleep with her and boast about it afterward.
But Kail didn’t like this reality. He hadn’t come willingly, nor was he taking her out of desire.
“Huuhhh…!”
“Don’t feel it. It pisses me off.”
“Y-Yes! I-I’ll be careful…!”
─!!
The moment Kail’s knuckles brushed against her abdomen while removing her clothes, the Saintess trembled violently, overwhelmed by intense pleasure.
Foreplay wasn’t necessary. Realizing this, Kail proceeded directly to share intimacy with the Saintess.
Deep, deep intimacy.
* * *
That day, people witnessed what looked like an angel descending upon the mansion where the Saintess lived.
* * *
Chirp chirp-!
Awakening to the sound of birds chirping, the Saintess realized her body felt strangely refreshed.
The sunlight streaming through the window, the birdsong, even the heavy weight of the blanket pressing down on her—all the things that used to drive her body wild now felt purely natural.
‘Ah, so this is what the world is like.’
Beautiful.
To hear birdsong as birdsong, to feel the warm sun as warmth—how joyful it was!
Forgetting she was naked, the Saintess walked to the window and flung it open. A cool breeze swept in, carrying away the musty smell lingering in the room.
Leaning against the window frame, she soaked in nature for a moment before realizing she was naked and quickly shut the window, rushing back to bed.
‘Kyaaaaaak-! W-What have I done…!’
Worried someone might have seen her vulgar display, the Saintess noticed that despite recalling the recent events, her body wasn’t heating up anymore.
Just days ago, she would’ve been drooling uncontrollably from an accidental exposure play.
Surprised by this change, the Saintess prayed cautiously, observing her state.
─My child, my dear child.
“A-Ah…”
All traces of the Evil God’s influence were gone, and her body now brimmed with divine energy surpassing even what she’d had as a virgin.
Her holiness was so potent that God Himself greeted her, even though she hadn’t called Him.
“Oh, Lord…”
─Thank you. And I’m sorry.
“No, my Lord… It was my fault for being so foolish, for being insufficient.”
The Saintess refused God’s apology, draped herself modestly in cloth, and rang the bell to summon the nuns.
A short while later, aided by the arriving nuns, she headed to the bathhouse, where she washed away every trace of saliva and finished bathing cleanly.
“—To the prayer room.”
“Yes, Saintess.”
After bathing, the first thing the Saintess needed to do was face God. Beyond exchanging thoughts, she needed to meet Him face-to-face and receive guidance on the path forward for the Believer Sect.
And so she did. In the prayer room, she spent a long time conversing with God, receiving insight into the future of the Believer Sect.
Though the sect had nearly collapsed, the time for its resurrection had come.
“Spread the word of the sect’s revival. And—where is he?”
“He?”
“The Hero who revived our sect. Sir Kail Meyer.”
Having completed her urgent tasks, the Saintess immediately sought out Kail. Though he’d warned her the previous night, how could they part ways so easily after spending a night together?
She didn’t want things to end this simply. At the very least, there should have been more rewards.
She couldn’t dream that for most men, taking her virginity itself was considered a reward.
“Kaaaaiiil…?”
Arriving at Kail’s mansion, the Saintess froze upon seeing him shirtless in the backyard, swinging his sword.
Her body, which had been fine all day, suddenly heated up again.
‘Why, why?’
Quickly averting her gaze, she felt her body rapidly cool down and sighed deeply before looking back at Kail.
The moment she took in his form, her body heated up again. Even a dumb beast would understand causality this strong.
“Aah, aah… Oh God—why do you test me like this?”
The Saintess’s lewdness hadn’t been cured.
Only the object of her arousal had changed.
The Apostle’s curse, which made her feel lust for everything under the sun, had transformed. Now, she lusted only for one man she loved.
* * *
“Was last night good?”
“…What are you talking about?”
“Just asking.”
“How could it have been good? If it was, would I still have the strength to act like this?”
Kail spoke as he pinned Yuri down. After exerting himself for over an hour, he finally released and groaned softly, feeling drained.
‘Damn, I got sucked dry of holy power…’
The sacred mark the Saintess had given him. Using that mark as a pillar, he infused his Aura and holy power into her.
Perhaps as a result, while the Saintess regained her former holy power, he lost his sacred mark.
Asking her to give it back would be embarrassing. She probably hadn’t experienced losing and regaining a sacred mark before—it wasn’t something that happened often.
“Ahh—now that the Evil God Cult is mostly defeated, I hope I never see their faces again.”
“Do you really think that’s possible?”
“Who knows. Whether it’s possible or not, I just wish it’d happen.”
Though he said that, Kail didn’t believe things would wrap up so neatly. It was the Evil God Cult, after all. Most Apostles were dead, and the Evil God’s descent had failed—but remnants still lingered.
Like cockroaches, cancer, or rust. Viral beings that could swell exponentially from even the tiniest remnant.
There was only one way to completely eradicate them:
Eradicate the entire Evil God Cult.
“Or…”
Kill the Evil God Himself.
