"Huuu, nnngh..."
"Saintess?"
Is something wrong?!
Just a moment ago, she was loudly gulping down saliva, and now strange moans are leaking from her mouth?!
Christia hurriedly stepped back to check on Violet’s condition, cautiously covering Violet’s body completely with her large shield. She whipped her head around one last time to scan the surroundings.
Even though the safety of the chapel seemed secure, she kept a wary eye on the perimeter as she bowed her head toward Violet.
"..."
Aside from the strange wind that had blown through earlier, there were no signs of any abnormalities. Christia groaned inwardly as she quickly confirmed that Violet’s condition was becoming increasingly unstable.
As expected of a Holy Knight sworn to protect the Saintess, she had instantly sensed the strange aura radiating from her charge. But honestly, it wasn't something only she could notice.
Even someone who had never seen Violet’s face before would realize that something was terribly wrong just by looking at her currently crimson-flushed ears.
"Saintess?"
"Huu, huuungh..."
'Just what is that person showing her...'
Violet, who always warmed Christia’s heart with a benevolent smile like a bright sunflower, was now sweating profusely and trembling in agony.
Could this be a trial? A test from the Goddess, disguised as a revelation, to see if the Saintess is truly ready to face the threats to come?
Although Christia was a Holy Knight who dedicated her sword and faith to the Goddess, unlike Violet, she could not communicate directly with the divine nor receive revelations.
Whatever she was seeing, whatever trial was being bestowed upon her, Christia knew her only duty was to dedicate her body to protecting Violet.
"Haaaaahn..."
Violet shuddered again, exhaling a breath so hot it felt like it could ignite a fire from between her beautiful, cherry-like lips.
True to her name, the Saintess—who usually carried the innocent scent of violets—suddenly swayed. Christia gently set down her shield and sword and grabbed Violet’s teetering shoulders.
"Saintess?"
"Haaah... Haaah..."
Violet didn't respond to her call. She simply kept her hands clasped tightly together in prayer. Christia looked worriedly at the Saintess, who began to pant out scorching breaths as if she couldn't hear a word being said.
But as one minute passed, then three, and then five...
Christia felt something strange again.
"Ugh...?"
It wasn't that Violet was strange.
It was that she, watching Violet, was starting to feel strange.
'W-What is this... this weird feeling... this haziness, as if I've been drinking...?'
Her chest felt ticklish and restless. Her face flushed, and she was soaked in her own sweat. But more than that, the scent of violets filling the air was making it impossible to think straight.
It was a familiar smell. Definitely Violet’s unique body odor.
Before Violet fully awakened as the Saintess, Christia had slept in the same bed with the young, frightened girl many times.
This floral scent was definitely Violet’s body odor, but why was it so thick? So intense?
Was it because she was sweating so much? Yes, perhaps that was it. The droplets of sweat pouring off her had soaked her Saintess robes completely. From her shoulders to her petite, beautifully shaped breasts—swollen just right—to her slender waist that evidenced her modest diet, and even down to the buttocks she had glimpsed earlier...
The robes were no longer loose; they clung to her body like the skintight undersuit Christia wore beneath her armor.
"I heard that sweat is usually secreted by the body to lower excessive heat, but what is this...?!"
Despite sweating this much, the heat wasn't subsiding. Instead, it was intensifying, making even Christia’s cheeks burn hot.
She checked repeatedly, fearing that some evil corruption had befallen the Saintess again, but the demon-detecting veil and the holy robes remained pure white. That was the only relief...
"Hut, huuunngh..."
'It feels somehow... voluptuous? Is that the word...'
It wasn't the sticky, vulgar feeling of a whore in cheap clothes seducing men, like she had seen when she and Violet went on volunteer missions to cure diseases in the kingdom.
It was something that made the hearts of those watching thump wildly—something pure yet undeniably lewd.
For some reason, the image of canola flowers kept popping into her mind.
What blasphemous thoughts!
Christia hurriedly took her hands off Violet’s shoulders and picked up her sword and shield again, frowning deeply as she shook her head violently.
Even for thoughts, there are lines one should not cross!
And in a situation like this? What? Voluptuous?!
How could she think such impious things!
Christia whipped her ponytail back and forth, trying to scold herself for her weakness.
"Ah, aaah..."
"Saintess?"
Violet swayed again, unable to maintain her posture, and began to tip forward.
Christia frantically threw aside the sword and shield she had just picked up. She barely managed to catch Violet just before the Saintess’s face slammed into her breastplate.
'That was close.'
She must be facing a trial sent by the Goddess. Otherwise, there was no way her entire body would be burning like a ball of fire, or that the floor beneath her would be getting this wet.
In this state of strong mental connection with the Goddess, normal noise wouldn't wake her. But if a physical shock forced her consciousness to return...!
Since she couldn't predict what might happen, Christia let out a small sigh of relief at having caught Violet, even if it meant tossing her weapons aside.
"Aoom... Ooom..."
"...?!"
But what was this now? Suddenly, Violet’s mouth began to twitch and move.
'Uwaaaah...?!'
"How is it, huh... Are you drawing this well?! Are you capturing this El—mmnph—getting fucked by Master?! Are you properly recording the sight of me fulfilling my natural duty as a sow!!"
Meanwhile, Violet’s face was burning beet-red at the sheer boldness of the platinum-blonde woman. The woman had one leg and an arm hooked over the man’s shoulder while he was still balls-deep inside her asshole. She leaned her upper body back as if dancing a tango, shouting at the top of her lungs.
'I still can't see his face clearly, but... s-somehow... I feel like I know exactly what expression he's making and what kind of eyes he has...?!'
Earlier, she had thought the sex between these two was like a passionately burning flame.
But watching the platinum-blonde woman screaming without a shred of shame while displaying their sex to the Orcs—even having it drawn—and seeing the man nonchalantly pouring his breeding cum into her stomach... Violet decided to revise her impression.
They were a Raging Fire.
A hellfire that didn't just burn itself out but extended its flames to consume everything around it.
'Haaah... As proof, my... my body is getting hot too... Haauh... I need to pee...'
Even in her spiritual form, her crotch was tingling and throbbing. She couldn't even imagine what state her physical body was in right now.
But Violet desperately engraved their sex into the depths of her eyes. Unlike last time, she could see them much closer now, so she thought she might be able to find some distinctive physical feature.
Schlop-schlop!
For example—though she didn't know why—even though the cock was currently ravaging the sow's asshole, sticky, thick semen was trickling down like a stream from her piss-pussy (vagina).
'O-Oh my god... Now the c-cock... his male organ looks completely white because of the cum... K-Khum! That's not it!?'
Focus!
For example, this woman’s platinum-blonde hair and those breasts that look ready to explode!
Such brilliant platinum hair is rare even on the continent, so this alone might be enough to deduce her identity...
Schlop-schlop!
"Hiiiiit... The cum... the cum filling my asshole is rubbing against Master's cock... It's... it's the beeeest...♥"
'Hiiieek?!'
The platinum-blonde woman, still with her leg stretched out in an I-shape over the man’s shoulder, suddenly pulled her upper body up as if doing a sit-up. She came rushing toward Violet’s field of view.
Her mouth gaped open, demanding a kiss, and she even stuck out her tongue in a vulgar display. Chuuu-gluck, schllluuuurp!
The feast of tongue and flesh mixing together, mirroring the cock and asshole below, made Violet let out a sharp, internal scream.
'E-Even though her face isn't fully visible yet, with such beauty, there's no way I wouldn't know her...!'
Slurp, mmnnh, chuuu, schlop-schlooooop?!
'Ughhh...!'
Is this what a kiss is supposed to be!?
'The Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tales... No, maybe if she got a kiss like this, she would have had no choice but to wake up...?!'
It was too stimulating. The sight of male and female flesh mixing, far more vivid than what she had seen through the crystal ball last time, was melting the innocent Saintess like ice under the summer sun.
'Khum! K-Kissing is nothing to me! I'm an adult too! Of course, as a Saintess, I must maintain my purity so I can't... do it, but anyway, that's not what's important right now!!'
Body characteristics!
Since it's this vivid, maybe if she looked closely at that scar she saw last time! That faint scar on the stomach might provide a clue... maybe.
She gulped down saliva incessantly, trying her best to look away from the sight of their tongues tangling.
'I-I've been wondering about this for a while, but that thing on her breast... doesn't it hurt?'
This time, the problem was the platinum-blonde woman’s massive, bursting tits and the jewelry piercing attached to them.