If I were to make an excuse, saying that I simply blinked for a moment and when I came to, Violet was suddenly stark naked... I wonder how many people would actually believe me?
Of course, given my image as someone who serves the Saintess closer than anyone else—someone who has dedicated herself to the Saintess—perhaps under normal circumstances, people might accept it. Even if Christia herself were to strip Violet bare in broad daylight, people might nod and think, 'Ah, there must be a profound reason for this,' willing to listen to her explanation later.
That is how much trust, awe, and respect Christia commands alongside the Saintess.
"Haaah... Haaah..."
However, the situation was far from normal.
Christia currently had a man’s pair of boxers buried deep against her nose and mouth.
And in front of her lay Violet, glowing under the moonlight with a flushed, arousal-filled complexion, transparent beads of sweat trickling down her naked body. If anyone were to see Christia now—huffing ragged, suspicious breaths of Huuugh... Huuugh... while stripping the Saintess naked—what would they think?
Thankfully, no one was watching. But perhaps because it involved Violet, Christia realized what she looked like and what she was doing, unlike when she was alone in her own bedroom. Panic set in.
She hadn't done this for her own selfish desires. Not entirely.
Looking at Violet now, it was obvious. Her body was burning up as if struck by a fever. Although the scent of musk and sex was mixed in, it was clear she was suffering from this intense heat.
Why else would she be tossing and turning, unable to get a moment of restful sleep?
Above all, Christia had her own justification—a specialized indulgence granted by the guidance of the mysterious blue light.
'It wasn't just my delusion. I don't know what this light is, but it guided me here so I could realize the Saintess was in pain. Thanks to it, I can at least think of a countermeasure, however late.'
At first, she thought she was hallucinating because she had been masturbating with these panties too often.
It was true that Christia had become addicted to self-pleasure, enough to sneak away during duty hours to rub herself off.
Even if the Goddess had permitted it, the guilt of a Holy Knight—tasked with protecting the Saintess—indulging in such lewd acts made her think her weak mind had conjured a phantom.
She had told herself that since the hallucination came from her, Christia, it couldn't be evil.
So, half-doubtingly, she followed the light, and lo and behold, she found the Saintess writhing in agony.
After that, she panicked. Should she fetch cold water and dunk Violet in it? Should she open a window?
While she was stomping her feet in indecision, the blue light guided her again. The result was stripping the Saintess of her clothes, leaving her completely bare.
She had shaken her head and waved her hands, thinking 'Surely not this,' but... well, the result was as you see.
"H-How could this be... possible...?!"
Under the pale blue moonlight, Violet revealed a naked body as white as snow. Her hands were already reaching for her own petite breasts and her crotch.
Her underwear was nowhere to be seen; perhaps Violet had already torn them off in her sleep.
In the end, it didn't change the fact that Christia had rendered her naked.
If she were caught like this, the title of 'The Knight Commander who sneaked into the Saintess's bedroom at night to strip her stark naked' would be set in stone. She would go down in the history of the Goddess Church as the most unprecedented, shameless pervert of a Knight Commander.
"Kuh-hmm. More importantly, what kind of dream is the Saintess having?"
"No... Not that... that's absurd...?!"
In truth, she had a guess.
Why was He giving them such trials? She felt she knew exactly what the dream was about without asking.
Violet turned pale, then flushed bright red. She sighed in relief, then gasped in shock. In between, she exhaled only hot, feverish breaths laden with arousal.
It was certain she was seeing something related to the one they had to defeat.
Christia didn't need to dig into the Saintess's mind to know.
She was undoubtedly watching something obscenely lewd—flesh slapping against flesh, cries of pleasure, and rampant lust.
Normally, Christia should have woken Violet immediately.
But instead, she kept a slight distance.
For some reason, both the blue light and her intuition as a Holy Knight whispered that she must not wake her.
'Perhaps the light called me here to assist the Saintess in dreaming this longer.'
If Violet were in critical danger, the light would have urged her to wake her. It wouldn't have guided her to strip Violet's clothes to cool the heat.
It wasn't a divine oracle, but Christia believed this strange phenomenon—though the process was crude—would greatly help in uncovering the identity and stronghold of the enemy they sought.
Of course, Christia was secretly blushing at the subtly erotic sound of Violet’s breathing.
How long did she watch the Saintess?
'It seems the peak has passed.'
Violet, though still twitching, seemed calmer now. Christia let out a sigh of relief.
But Christia's true trial was just beginning.
"Anyway, the Saintess seems to be sweating too much. The autumn air is cold, so I should find something to wipe her with..."
"Ah, aaaaah...?!"
"?!"
Violet, who had been cooling down after being stripped, suddenly let out a gasp mixed with shock. At the same time, her body began to burn like fire once again.
Was she being attacked by those evil forces?!
"Ugh...?!"
Christia hurriedly knelt beside the bed to check her condition, only to flush bright red again.
'M-Milk is leaking from her nipples...?!'
When did they get so stiff? Violet's nipples were erect, looking as if they would burst if someone just pressed a button. From the tips, pure white breast milk was bubbling and oozing out.
And her thighs... they were clamped together like opposite poles of a magnet, grinding against each other violently.
"I... I already took off your clothes, but again...?!"
"Nnnngh... How could... It's... going in and out...?!"
What to do? What should she do in a situation like this?
The clothes were gone. The blanket wouldn't help right now.
"W-Window! Opening the window might... What?"
The blue light flew right in front of Christia’s face as she scrambled to get up, shaking violently as if shaking its head 'No.'
When Christia glared at it, asking if it had a better idea, the light zipped away as if saying 'That's right!' and began hovering frantically around Violet’s grinding thighs and her crotch.
"Are... are you telling me to do it...?!" Christia stammered. "You want me to touch the Saintess's body... again...?!"
Bob-bob!! The light seemed to nod vigorously.
Who else is here to solve this if not you?!
And honestly, without needing to be told...
Perhaps it was because she had been staring intently at the bewitching Violet for a while now.
Christia found herself secretly agreeing with the idea.
"Right. It... It has to be me. I cannot disturb the Saintess's sleep. Putting aside the fact that she is doing important work, I simply shouldn't wake her."
Even if she was just satisfying her own selfish desires—even if she was drunk on the Saintess's body and sought to covet it—she had the Goddess's arrangement (the panties) to block any impure thoughts. There was no need to hesitate further.
"...Excuse me."
The silver-haired Knightess, pressing the panties against her nose as if they were part of her face, moved stealthily to the foot of the bed.
As she carefully grasped the wiggling feet, Violet’s legs stopped trembling as if it had all been a lie. Slowly, they began to open, dismantling the sturdy gates to her crotch as if welcoming a guest.
"W-What are you planning to do... spreading my legs like that?!"
Violet's sleep-talk sounded like a reprimand, yet it was thick with anticipation for what would come next.
Christia trembled for a moment, perhaps feeling a pang of conscience. But soon, with the panties still pressed to her face by her left hand, she began to crawl slowly up between Violet’s legs.
'Because if it's not me... it can't be anyone else... Eliminating anything that harms the Saintess and dedicating my sword to her is my reason for existence. T-Therefore, there should be no shame in this act!'
Even as she advanced toward the Saintess's pure paradise—a place tightly shut, a place that should never allow another's touch—she felt no guilt.
Huuugh, huuugh. Despite panting like a degenerate pervert, her internal logic flowed smooth as water.
Christia forced apart the thighs that tried to close again, ignoring Violet’s sleep-talk, and continued her advance until her face was right in front of Violet’s—the Saintess’s—pristine genitalia.
"Haaah... Haauuuh..."
'She was already stimulating her clitoris. Just as I taught her that day. But the fact that the heat hasn't subsided means she needs a bigger stimulus.'
She knew this day would come.
She hadn't expected the blasphemous situation of trying to pry open the Saintess's pussy with her own knightly hands right in front of her eyes.
But ever since the day she taught her about masturbation via the clitoris in the bathhouse, she had an intuition.
Sexual desire is something that, once touched—unlike when you are completely ignorant—makes you constantly want to peek at what comes next.
"Even now, your private parts are crying like this... crying and shedding tears, begging for something to be put inside..."
Don't just tease the clit, the ripe female cunt seemed to beg. Feed me something inside. Yet the owner was only tormenting the poor little bean.
Even without knowing for sure, the fact that she hadn't climaxed despite such stimulation was proof that the Saintess had been masturbating quite often.
"I will... teach you again. This Christia, will teach you the next step... directly on the Saintess's body, even if I don't know the theory..."
But realizing the blasphemy she just uttered, Christia quickly covered her nose and mouth with her left hand (and the panties) and inhaled sharply.
"Phew... That was close. I almost made a mistake, intoxicated by the Saintess's pus— Ahem, labia."
She was already committing an irreversible mistake by spreading the Saintess's pussy with the index and middle fingers of her right hand, but Christia could no longer sit by and watch the Saintess suffer.
'I expected a day like this would come, but I didn't think it would be in this form...'
Since the day she taught her how to rub her bean in the bathroom, Christia thought Violet would come to her eventually.
Human sexual desire is like ink spilled on white paper; once it stains, it spreads irreversibly.
Since she herself was like that, she assumed Violet, having become a woman in body, would one day take an interest in proper masturbation.
She never imagined that her finger would be the first to enter that cunt—a place forbidden to any intruder.
"Just once. Seeing her condition... if I just push my finger into the Saintess's p-pussy just once..."
Then she would climax immediately.
Every person’s climax is different, but since they share the body of a woman, there must be similarities.
Christia held her breath, tense at the sight of Violet's—the Saintess's—hymen right before her eyes.
'Careful... careful...'
She had stuffed her own pussy countless times (?), so she knew, but inserting a finger into another's—especially the most chaste woman in the world—required caution.
She had to be careful not to touch the wrong thing.
"O-On three. One... two... three...!"
Squelch—
"Ooh, Ooooohhh...♥"
"Saintess?!"
Pshhhhhhh—!
The moment she inserted it slightly, barely a bird-peck kiss into the vaginal opening, a stream of fluid burst forth from Violet's pussy—specifically, her urethra. Christia couldn't even react before she was completely drenched in the golden shower.
But she couldn't stay panicked forever.
Christia quickly knelt beside Violet’s bed again, just as before.
It was better if she didn't know about this. She hoped she wouldn't know.
And then,
"Ch-Christi, aaaaaah...?!"
As soon as Violet's pale purple eyes fluttered open and turned toward her, Christia instinctively trembled in place.
"What was it? What was it?! It's fading! That Sow's name! The shape of her eyes and the color of her pupils! I definitely saw and heard it clearly... Christia! Something to write with! Where is something to write with?!"
But hearing the unusual words flowing from Violet’s mouth, Christia instantly switched from a female in heat back to a Knight. She immediately scrambled to find writing implements and dashed out of the Saintess's bedroom.
Completely unaware of the pussy-juice and piss dripping down from her own face and crotch.