The suddenly arrived Lady Virgin Saint was relentless.
I couldn’t hide my feeling of awkwardness in front of the weeping Saint.
Anyone would feel that way seeing a woman who barged in without notice, crying in my arms. Not to mention, her question was “Am I boring you?”
It resembled a clingy ex-lover, didn’t it?
Even this alone was quite a troublesome situation, but there was one more problem left.
It was the sensation conveyed by the body of the Saint nestled in my arms.
The curves of the Saint’s body were delivering a plush sensation to me.
They say that drinking dulls the sense of touch, but the artistic lines drawn by her body even awakened nerves dulled by the alcohol.
It was an alluring figure, to say the least.
I drew the sign of the cross inwardly, praying that my patience would hold out.
Emmanuel, heavenly deity, please grant me mercy.
“Lady Virgin Saint, what do you mean? Why would you be bored?”
“…W-well!”
The Saint protested to me, her voice trembling.
Perhaps due to being intoxicated, her tear ducts were especially active today.
“Ever since you touched my chest last time… y-you haven’t even cared! I kept waiting!”
“N-no, what do you mean…!”
I hastily scanned around due to the bombshell statement from the Saint.
Since this was my room, it was natural that there would be no one else present. While letting out a sigh of relief in my heart about that fact, my feelings of embarrassment only intensified.
What on earth did the Saint want to say?
However, it seemed that if I didn’t soothe her right away, dangerous statements would follow, so I quickly started to comfort and coax the Saint.
“Bored? How could I possibly be bored with you, Lady Virgin Saint? Um… I mean, your divine power is outstanding.”
“……You like the ‘divine power pouch’?”
As she said this, she subtly pressed her breast against my body.
Feeling a pleasant resilience, I could only be left in shock.
“N-no, how did the conversation turn to this!”
“W-well, do you dislike it?”
With her light pink eyes looking up at me, tears began to well up again.
It was a feeling that seemed like it could drive anyone mad.
But if the Saint burst into tears right now, the one in big trouble would definitely be me.
Just the two of us in a bedroom, and a woman breaks down crying?
Especially when the other party is the Lady Virgin Saint of the Heavenly Deity Sect.
It would not only ruin my social prestige; it wouldn’t be strange if a religious trial were to occur depending on her mood. The memory of her jokingly mentioning a “religious trial” suddenly flashed through my mind.
Cornered, I decided to keep soothing the Saint.
“No, no! It’s good! Of course, it’s good; honestly, who would dislike it?”
“……R-really?”
Only then did a smile return to the Saint’s face.
Seeing the expected reaction, I decided to take it a step further. I was also quite drunk, after all.
“Of course! If not, I wouldn’t be writing wishes! How much I wanted to touch you… To be honest, I still do right now.”
A smile blossomed on the Saint’s face.
Her sparkling eyes indicated that she was somewhat satisfied. I let out another relieved sigh.
Dealing with a drunken person was something I absolutely hated.
Now, it was just a matter of coaxing the Saint adequately, and it would be over.
Drink a few more glasses, and the Saint would fall asleep like a doll with a cut string. At that time, I could call Yulen, and he would take care of everything.
However, my hopes were shattered by the Saint’s sudden actions.
“……Then prove it!”
Before I could even ask, “Prove what?”, the Saint closed her eyes tightly and threw her body onto the bed. With her arms outstretched, she urged me as if to say, “Do whatever you want!”
Why is she being so clingy?
I sighed and brushed my hand over my face, but I couldn’t even hide the budding lust.
To be honest, I was tempted.
Who wouldn’t be tempted?
She was a woman with beauty akin to a divine artwork. Conversely, her body seemed to materialize every kind of fantasy a man could possess.
From her nape to her chest, waist, hips, and down to her feet, every curve was like that.
It wouldn’t be strange to say that her body was crafted to stimulate lust.
Moreover, the Saint was intoxicated at the moment.
If I didn’t give her what she wanted, she might burst into tears again.
That was merely a flimsy excuse.
But for a drunken man to be honest, that amount of an excuse was more than enough.
My hand pressed down on the delicate wrist of the lying Saint. Although she gasped in surprise, I had already approached her like I was diving on top of her.
The sweet aroma tickled my nose.
The Saint was wide-eyed and panting. Every gasp brought her fragrance, and I even found that attractive.
The Saint’s soft skin was now right before my eyes.
Contrary to all the crying and fussing before, she now appeared very tense in the face of reality.
Holding her breath as if not wanting to be discovered by anyone.
At any rate, there was plenty to keep her mouth shut.
I whispered in the Saint’s ear.
“……Can I really do whatever I want?”
The eyelashes of the woman fluttered as if trembling.
The Saint couldn’t immediately respond.
With her flushed face, she merely kept opening and closing her lips.
No matter what response came back, I had no intention of complying with it.
So, waiting in silence for the Saint’s decision for a long while.
Eventually, while tightly closing her eyes, the Saint shouted.
“D-do whatever you want!”
I let out a deep sigh.
She was a woman who casually spoke words that could mean big trouble.
It seemed like some shock therapy was needed.
My hand grasped the prominent chest of the Saint.
“Uh… Uhh?!”
Just that made her twist her body slightly and let out a sweet moan.
I was so surprised by her seductive whimper that I became flustered myself.
The Saint also seemed surprised, as she quickly covered her mouth with one hand, glancing away from me, mumbling in an excuse.
“I-it’s because I was surprised… I was just surprised…”
“Well then, shall I continue?”
The Saint didn’t respond with any words.
She simply shyly nodded her head.
I felt a weak joy at the fact that the usually prickly Saint had become docile. So, I deliberately tightened and released my grip on her breast.
“Uh, Uhh… Huh?!”
The softness of the Saint’s flesh reshaped itself freely as I applied pressure. The resistance transmitted through my hand proved that elasticity.
Each time she squirmed faintly, the sight was exquisite.
It was a situation that could naturally elevate my lust.
The Saint’s breathing had become rough before I knew it. I didn’t know, but maybe I was the same.
I was merely pretending not to notice.
The wistful pink pupils were looking up at me.
“I-I-an…”
It was a tone that seemed about to melt away.
Under the intoxication, the swaying moonlight, the heat, the lighting, and an emotion I couldn’t name caused the woman’s usually firm posture to weaken.
It was an obvious unarmament.
At first, I had thought I needed to hold back, but my heart began to waver.
The Saint was an incredibly beautiful and captivating woman.
I had merely thought of her as a flower on a cliff, avoiding touching her, but that didn’t mean I felt no attraction toward her.
In fact, I was afraid that I would become her captive if I let my guard down.
The drunkenness made everything wobbly.
Will and restraint.
The distance between reason and the relationship of men and women.
And even the woman’s body.
Once again, the Saint pleaded.
“I-I-an…”
I had no choice but to hesitate again.
Was it really right to act like this under the influence of alcohol?
I couldn’t even distinguish between what was desire and what was sincere.
As I hesitated, the Saint’s pink pupils began to waver.
She looked uneasy.
The moment I saw that, I felt an emotion surging in my chest.
After a brief hesitation, our faces drew closer.
Since this was the first time, I didn’t even know what the order was.
Instinctively, the lips of the two came closer together.
Sweet and warm, the aroma was hot and humid.
It was warm enough to melt my thoughts.
The Saint made no indication of rejection.
She was in a submissive attitude, ready to follow my lead.
Therefore, the responsibility of all these actions rested solely on me.
Though it was the Saint who lured me, the decision was mine to make.
In silence, the gazes of the two intersected.
And just as our lips were about to meet, almost entranced…
“……M-master?”
A moist voice cut through.
That trembling tone seemed vaguely familiar. Imagining the upcoming situation, I let out a deep sigh and got up.
The Saint was looking at the door of my bedroom with a bewildered expression.
There, standing, was a teary-eyed maiden.
It was Senior Elsi.
Only then did I snap back to reality.
Right, what was I about to do?
The burden on me was still quite heavy.
It was a long journey that could potentially cost me my life in saving the world.
There was no time for idle games of love.
Yet, I couldn’t think of what to say to Senior Elsi right away.
Senior Elsi was standing there, looking like a statue, shocked.
“U-urm, Senior Elsi? Actually, you see…”
Elsi, with her eyes squeezed shut, turned on her heel.
The girl fled, scattering tears everywhere.
In her hand was a small canteen. As I smelled it with my heightened sense of smell, it was the scent of honey water.
It seemed she had come looking for me worried about my hangover.
I reached out to grab Senior Elsi in my disappointing feelings, then let out a long sigh.
This was already the second time.
Caught in a strange atmosphere with the Lady Virgin Saint in front of Senior Elsi.
Seeing Senior Elsi, who appeared like a puppy abandoned by its owner, made the hot blood in my head cool down all at once.
I let out yet another deep sigh.
The Saint, perhaps due to embarrassment, was at a loss for words.
“……I’ll explain to Senior Elsi. Please take a rest for now.”
With that, I tried to get up.
In the last moment, just before a hint of determination flashed in the Saint’s pink pupils.
Suddenly, her legs wrapped around my body.
It was such a natural movement that I couldn’t even resist. Come to think of it, among the visions of the Holy Kingdom’s advanced divine arts, there was a technique that involved using the legs as well.
As my upper body crashed down onto the Saint once more, I couldn’t say a word in surprise.
With a seductive smile, the Saint said,
“……Right now, no thinking about other women besides me.”
Then, she whispered in my ear.
“Only think of me. That’s what we agreed upon, right?”
I had never made such a promise.
However, I found it hard to resist the Saint’s temptation.
The atmosphere had already shifted, and flames of lust were thrown more fuel.
Most importantly, there was something captivating about the way the Saint was speaking.
There was a hint of trembling in her tone, and I sensed anxiety.
Once more, my eyes met with the Saint’s.
In the enchanting moonlight, that strange ambiance was about to be conjured.
“……Hey, you bastard!”
A scream resonated through the manor at night, bursting forth from the door.
It was such a loud sound.
With this volume, it would definitely be heard even in the banquet hall. I had no choice but to be startled again and get up.
The Saint, perhaps not expecting such a turn of events, also displayed clear signs of panic.
Standing by the door was Senior Elsi, huffing and puffing.
In her hand was a kitchen knife.
The glistening steel of the knife was poised just before her.
My gaze blanked out for a moment. I hadn’t expected Senior Elsi to bring a kitchen knife.
In the first place, Senior Elsi’s electrical magic was dozens of times stronger than any kitchen knife.
Despite that, Senior Elsi shouted with a resolved voice.
“W-why aren’t you falling away from our master?! You milk-producing bitch!”
“……M-milk-producing?!”
The insulting words left no choice for the Saint but to also spring up defensively.
In her light pink eyes were now mixed shame, anger, and irritation.
“D-did you just say that?!”
“Yeah, I said it! Do you only possess that and think you’re something? How dare you have designs on our master?!”
Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind.
Right, we were all drunk, weren’t we?
As I listened to the two women’s argument reverberate in my skull, I trudged over and poured more alcohol into a glass.
And down it in one gulp.
Only then did I start to feel some relief from my headache.
“Ha, milk-producing? Who are you to say that? Can you even tempt I-an when you don’t even have that ‘milk-producing’?”
“……W-who our master is wouldn’t be swayed by just that!”
“Pfft, ahaha… You’ve interrupted me and I-an twice now for something so minor, right? Just like last time, you’ll just end up sobbing and retreating!”
In the end, I gave another deep sigh as I poured another drink into the glass.
“Let’s both stop… I can hear everything.”
By now, the bustling noise was closing in on my bedroom.
My face was burning with embarrassment.
It had become a case that would lead to more bizarre events with Senior Elsi.
