Chapter 128 Curious Saintess
Chapter 128: 128 Curious Saintess
"What... what was that just now?!"
Violet widened her rabbit-like eyes, abruptly pausing the video playback. Her entire body was still tingling from the strange, electric jolt that had just surged through her. On the frozen screen, a platinum-blonde woman was captured in a humiliating state—a cock buried deep within her asshole, leaking fluids dripping steadily from her gape, frozen in time.
Of course, she wanted to continue watching what happened next. But given the anomaly occurring within her own body—the body of a Saintess who served the Goddess, no less—this was not something she could lightly overlook.
Violet, still lying flat on her stomach like a hamster, buried her face into her pillow. Her gaze naturally drifted downward, toward her lower abdomen where that strange, thrilling jolt had originated.
"And just now, right here..."
Following that sensation, she looked at her left index finger. It felt distinct, carrying a sensation as cool and damp as an early autumn breeze. Violet looked back and forth between her finger and her lower belly.
Then, just as she had done earlier in the day, she reached out with a trembling hand toward her pure white panties, which were already dampened with shameful moisture.
"This is... the place where urine comes out, isn’t it...?"
Her heart pounded as if it might burst. Like someone feeling the pangs of conscience while committing a grave sin, her amethyst eyes darted anxiously around the empty room. Yet, she could not stop staring at her stained panties and her hand inching closer to them.
"Ugh, uuugh...?"
No... it’s definitely wet with pee. It’s dirty. I shouldn’t touch it...?!
She let out a troubled groan, screaming internally that she must not touch that place strongly. But just as a bead of transparent sweat rolled down her cheek and past her throat as she gulped—Gulp!—her body betrayed her.
Violet’s hand fluttered unsteadily like a bird taking its first flight, finally gliding down to land upon her panties.
And the moment her hand cautiously rested atop the white fabric...
"Huuah...?!"
Only then did Violet exhale the breath she had been holding, feeling a wave of relief.
"As expected, it must have been my imagination."
Every time the platinum-blonde woman in the video accepted the man’s member, her body shuddered as if struck by lightning. Perhaps Violet had simply empathized with that reaction unconsciously.
Guiding lost lambs to the right path and sharing the pain of others... if one interpreted it that way, it was truly a Saintess-like behavior. However...
-How are you going to sleep later looking like that! What are you going to cover yourself with, what will you lay on?!
-I..I am Master’s bed and blanket, why do you worry so much? Nnngiiiiiih...♥
-Hiiieck...
As soon as she resumed the video, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh—Plap-plap-plap!—filled the room. The unknown man and the naked woman rubbed their pubic mounds and buttocks together, their bodies tangling violently. As the mating continued, Violet froze in place, unable to even remove the hand she had placed on her own mound.
Trying to regain her composure to check her physical condition seemed to have backfired completely.
Squelch-squelch!Plap-plap! Schlick-schlick!
"My goodness... to do it like that? I’ve never seen anything so violent anywhere...?!"
The relentless sound of bodies colliding, the wet, filthy noises generated by the friction of genitals, the vivid scene of copulation that no book could ever describe.
"I saw it earlier, I definitely saw it... Gulp."
She had certainly witnessed this man and woman mixing their bodies during the day. Since it wasn’t her first time seeing it, she observed the video with vivid clarity, noting that the woman possessed massive breasts rarely seen on the continent.
She had sworn to herself, again and again, that this time she would uncover the true identities of that man and woman. That was the only reason she had laid hands on this forbidden item.
"She... she is rejoicing... That woman, stripped completely naked without a single thread on her body, being ravaged so violently, and yet..."
Looking closely, it wasn’t even a house or a room, but a courtyard. Even if the surrounding area was mountainous, there was no guarantee that no one would pass by. No matter if they were master and slave, surely it was basic human decency to leave at least some clothing on.
Yet, the woman in the video, though howling at the male organ ravaging her, showed no signs of pain or distress.
On the contrary, she seemed to feel immense joy at being violated in such a state. She wore a lustful, hazy smile that spoke of nothing but pure, unadulterated happiness, without a shred of negative emotion.
"Being bred like a beast... Why...? Even if she is a slave, to be stripped naked like that, unable to wear even a single piece of cloth...!"
Of course, seeing her thrust a sword handle in and out of her own asshole while shouting, "It’s for the Master!" in the yard earlier suggested she wasn’t in her right mind. But could that simply be outside of her own will?
For example, like in old fairy tales where one is mind-controlled by a terribly wicked wizard.
Violet had assumed the woman was being raped against her will. But seeing that genuine smile on the lips of the platinum-blonde woman in the video, she realized the truth: She was truly enjoying this lifestyle.
It might warrant her disqualification as a Saintess of the Church to say such things about this filthy mating and these fallen individuals, but as a Saintess, she could not speak a lie.
"...She is in love. That woman, sincerely... she loves the man who reduced her to a state lower than a beast, and she desires him even more."
They were certainly not benevolent beings like the Goddess she served, who protected justice and light. But of this, she was certain.
The suspicious master-slave relationship of that lewd man and woman was not formed by some trickery. It was an inseparable bond, a connection of soul to soul, much like the bond between herself and her fellow believers.
She had labeled that woman as a clear enemy since the afternoon, yet she had hoped to find a sliver of salvation for her. She was wrong. That woman, who had accepted depravity so deeply and of her own free will...
She was an enemy that had to be defeated.
Violet took several deep breaths to calm her still-fluttering heart. Now fully recognizing them as enemies of the Goddess, she glared into the crystal ball with the intensity of a Crusader hunting heretics.
She needed to find even a little more information about them. Not just their identities, but any weakness she could exploit.
And right then.
-Are you still not coming to your senses?! Stop playing around and clamp down with all your strength! How can I use a hole this loose?!
-Yeeeeees! I will tighten it! I will atone to Mr.Cock with my sow asshole...♥
-I..I’ve been watching since earlier... Why does that woman keep...
Why was she constantly putting her fingers near her crotch, the place where urine comes out?
It had been bothering her for a while. Unlike herself, that woman’s hole was gaping open like the mouth of a living creature. Why did she keep thrusting her fingers there?
Was there some meaning to it?
As if conscious of the action, Violet’s left hand—lying abandoned atop her panties, which were damp but hadn’t lost their original color—began to move slowly, mimicking the platinum-blonde woman in the video, circling the wet area.
"Why was she constantly touching this place...?"
Did touching here help with the mating with that man? She didn’t feel that electric jolt anymore, so why?
Without stopping her hand, Violet glanced sideways, her eyes fixed on the lewdly gaping pink pussy inside the crystal ball. Then, as if realizing something, she murmured.
"Looking now... it is a different hole. She wasn’t putting her fingers in the hole where urine comes out, but a different one."
The place the woman was fingering herself was a hole slightly lower than where Violet was touching. She had been rubbing the wrong spot.
"This hole... slightly below here... is?"
She didn’t exactly know what it was used for, but it was the hole that made her groan in pain as if she were sick during a certain time every month.
"I definitely remember seeing blood come from this hole..."
Of course, now that she had become the Goddess’s Saintess and was completely reborn, she no longer suffered that pain. At the time, she had thought the Goddess was testing her...
"Could... Could it be that this place is that woman’s weakness?!"
The woman had been repeatedly thrusting a sword into her own asshole, claiming she was training herself. In that case, this hole—the one that, unlike Violet’s, never seemed to close—might also be getting fingered for the sake of training?!
Violet, unable to even imagine that this hole served as the normal passage for a man and woman to share love and create a child—a hole existing for the noble duty of the Goddess—began to lower her hand to mimic Eleonora.
Of course, she decided not to touch it directly or insert anything like Eleonora, but only to touch it gently over her soaking wet panties.
"Just... just a light touch. Just a little..."
Because she didn’t know what might happen.
Since it was the hole that had once caused her so much suffering and blood, honestly, touching it might hurt again.
But she couldn’t just retreat now.
Eventually, she squeezed her eyes shut. It was the only way.
"Ughhh... Ehhk!"
Making a cute sound, Violet reached toward her other hole—her pussy. She bit her lip, bracing for the coming pain. But contrary to her expectations, nothing happened. She tilted her head and opened her eyes.
"...Nothing happened?"
It didn’t hurt. No blood came out.
"Rather, rubbing it slowly like this... what should I say... The throbbing sensation from earlier feels a bit better... hmm... Is this really a weakness?"
Rub, Rub.
In the end, the only way to know was to experiment on her own body directly.
Seeing as it didn’t hurt her and actually helped soothe her hot, throbbing vulva...
Violet decided to focus on the crystal ball again while stroking her pussy, covered by her wet panties, bit by bit.
"Haaah... Haa... It’s not really... I don’t feel any specific emotion. Unlike rubbing earlier, it’s just a bit refreshing... not really... I don’t feel anything special. Yes, it’s nothing."
Besides, it wouldn’t be good if her lower abdomen kept throbbing like this...
And so, Violet rubbed her pussy. And rubbed again.
She continued to rub her own vulva, peeking into a realm forbidden to a Saintess, again and again, until the dawn broke and the morning sun began to rise.