“Haaah… Haaannngh…”
“S-Saintess… even for the sake of the cause, isn’t this… a bit much?!”
Late at night, in the sacred sanctuary dedicated to the Goddess, two women appeared.
One woman possessed hair like twin-tails of woven violet petals, her eyes holding a lovely, pale purple hue that seemed to radiate pure innocence.
The other, in stark contrast to her pristine silver twin-tails that looked as if they were spun from molten silver ingots, possessed golden eyes that seemed capable of piercing through all the corruption in the world.
Though the two women differed in physical traits and height, they shared one commonality: they both boasted a beauty so radiant that even the moon hanging in the night sky would hide its face behind the clouds in shame.
In this Grand Cathedral, the only two who possessed such breathtaking beauty were the Saintess, Violet, and the Commander of the Holy Knights who served her, Christia.
“Quiet, please. Something is about to come to me.”
“…If it is an order from the Saintess, I am prepared to douse this body in oil and jump into a pit of fire, but this is…?!”
As the proxy of the Goddess—the only deity on the continent—and the Knight Commander who served her most closely, wherever the Goddess’s grace extended, these two would normally be met with praise, respect, and awe.
However, the current behavior of these two women wandering the Grand Cathedral seemed to reject such praise. As if rejecting the grace of the moon illuminating the night sky, like sinners who had committed a grave crime…
They were moving furtively between the shadows, acting as if they were guilty of some terrible sin.
No, to be precise, they were ‘crawling.’
“Now, here is where I… get down on all fours and…”
“…”
Her usual armor nowhere to be seen, Christia was crawling on all fours, clad only in a negligee that was practically transparent. Following suit, the Saintess, Violet, began to lower herself onto her hands and knees beside her.
How in the world did it come to this?
It had already been several days.
Several days of committing such eccentric acts under the cover of darkness.
Crawling around the church on all fours every night had become a routine, not just a one-time occurrence.
The trigger was none other than the notebook spread open beneath the head of Violet, who was currently sprawled on all fours next to her.
A few days ago, on the day Christia had poked Violet’s pussy… the day she had made contact with the mucous membranes of the Saintess’s vulva with her finger.
When Violet woke from her dream that day, she had hurriedly scribbled down everything she had seen in the dream into a notebook. Normally, one might simply ask if she had a nightmare or a wet dream.
But considering the guidance of the unidentified blue light that day, and the fact that the Saintess claimed to have seen something related to the ‘identity of the Platinum Blonde Woman’…
It had caused quite a commotion, with Christia rushing into the Saintess’s office in her underwear to fetch writing implements.
Unfortunately, fitting for a fleeting dream, while she managed to record the appearance of the mysterious man and the fact that a Barbarian Princess was clinging to him…
No matter how hard she tried, she could not remember the name the Platinum Blonde woman had spat out at the very end, nor the look in her eyes.
The crystal ball could only capture what she ‘remembered’—that is, what the subject perceived, heard, and felt at the time.
So, while it could capture the face of the mysterious man, Urga, and parts of what happened that day, it could not capture the rest—especially anything related to the Platinum Blonde woman.
Christia had asked Violet why those details couldn’t be captured, but Violet had only blushed deeply.
According to her, she had seen things so incredibly embarrassing, shameful, and even depraved during the dream that, while she could write this much down…
The name and the eyes of the Platinum Blonde woman were buried under the shock of those lewd sights, preventing her from recalling them properly.
However, she only said she couldn’t remember ‘properly.’
It wasn’t completely erased from her mind.
Therefore, if she could just trigger those memories, it would be enough.
Using this notebook, which recorded the events of that time, they would reenact the events of that day to stimulate the memories inside Violet’s head.
They just needed to recall the moment the blindfold was removed and the name the Platinum Blonde woman had uttered with her own lips at the very end.
Basically, a reconstruction of the event.
When Violet cautiously asked for cooperation, Christia readily agreed.
Even though it was a wet dream, and judging by the content, it was so filthy that even a whore would wave her hand in dismissal and run away… for the greater good, having sworn to dedicate herself as the sword of the Goddess and the Saintess…
Even if she had to crawl around like a dog in her underwear like this, surely not a shred of shame would exist within her—
“Ah, Christia? You shouldn’t put your knees on the floor! Lift your hips high, way up high… uh… and from there, just a little, you know, waggle them gently like a pig… c-could you do that…?”
“…”
How could her face not burn with shame hearing that?
But since it was the Saintess’s request, Christia, unable to refuse, obediently lifted her ass high into the air as instructed.
‘Even if it is for the greater cause, to assume such a depraved posture at the Saintess’s request…?!’
“Mmm… it would be better if the pussy was wet, but I suppose it doesn’t matter too much?”
“Saintess, th-that… even for the greater good, how can you say such a thing…?”
‘I told you not to use such vulgar words!’
That damned Platinum Blonde woman had completely corrupted the Saintess.
Still, perhaps it was fortunate that Violet had no impure intentions and was purely trying to reconstruct the events of that day.
Christia, too, would dedicate this body—
“Christia? S-sorry, but may I apply something lightly to your thighs or pussy?”
“…”
Seeing Violet looking at her with sparkling eyes once again, Christia bowed her head deeply and replied.
“…Would spit be acceptable?”
“Yes! According to my memory recorded here, water was flowing down the Platinum Blonde woman’s thighs, so—Ah! Or maybe it would be better to lic—”
“S-Saintess, Uhhngt…?!”
The moment Christia saw the soft pink flesh of the tongue dart out of the Saintess’s mouth, she tried to say something in a panic. But by the time the words left her mouth…
Violet’s finger, already coated in something sticky from her own mouth, was touching the inside of Christia’s thigh.
“Ugh, Huuup…?!”
“C-Christia?”
“I am fine! I-I was just surprised for a moment. I apologize, but giving me orders of this nature is… Hvk?!”
‘A-Again, the Saintess’s saliva?!’
Schlop, schlop. Before Christia could even finish speaking, Violet was once again smearing the saliva she had gathered on her tongue onto Christia’s thighs.
‘Th-this situation is a bit… how should I put it… f-fun…?!’
Seeing the upright and rigid Christia completely helpless against her fingers made Violet want to tease her a little. Plus, considering what she had suffered (?) recently, and for the sake of a realistic reenactment…
Violet smiled faintly, hidden from Christia’s view, and dabbed her saliva onto Christia’s thighs again and again. Yap, yap!
She could control Christia!
Every time she touched her, she saw a disheveled side of Christia that could never be seen or heard normally!
‘I absolutely cannot resist this!’
On the other hand, Christia was going through her own hell.
It was already bad enough that she was parading around the church in her underwear with Violet for the past few days; she was in a state where she wanted to bury her nose in her panties and calm her body and mind right now.
But whether Violet knew this or not…
Not only did she demand she lift her ass and wish for her pussy to be wet, but now her finger, slick with spit, was stickily grazing against her inner thighs—her erogenous zone. How could she accept this calmly?
Naturally, her body, which had become increasingly sensitive lately, began to react.
“Haa, Haaahnn…”
‘Huh?’
Violet, who had been slathering Christia’s thighs in spit like a painter applying brushstrokes to a massive canvas to mimic the Platinum Blonde woman, suddenly paused. At the same time Christia’s body trembled, Violet stared blankly at Christia’s panties.
They were getting damp, starting from the center—the pussy.
‘Oh my? Why is this area…’
‘What should I do… This, what do I do about this…?!’
The wetness was visible even to Violet’s naked eye, which, despite her being a Saintess, was close to that of a normal person. Christia also sensed Violet’s gaze fixed on her pussy, the dampness spreading from her crotch, and the mingled scent of her own love juices and the Saintess’s saliva.
“Christia? Why is this place…”
How to excuse this? No, was this something that could even be excused?
Who would accept the excuse that the Saintess’s hand touched a sensitive spot, causing her pussy to become moist? Christia ran her brain at full capacity to find a plausible excuse.
“ Khm, well… the night air is chilly, so without realizing it, I… th-that, urine… I must have failed to… control it.”
Truly, full brain power.
Even if the Saintess didn’t know the function of a pussy, she likely had a guess about the conditions under which love juices were secreted.
If so, it was better to become a bedwetter!
It would damage her image a bit, but she was prepared to roll in a field of dog shit for the Saintess. Honestly, she might even think a bedwetter was a cute hidden side—
“Urine… Piss… Piss… Ah, Aaaaah?!”
“…?”
Huh?
Contrary to her expectation, Violet let out a gasp of realization. Christia tried to stand up hurriedly. But Violet acted as if she had suddenly remembered something she had forgotten.
Christia tilted her head at Violet’s reaction, but then—
Swish!
Violet suddenly pulled Christia’s panties all the way down. Christia froze in place like a stone at this sudden outburst.
‘I-I’m going to be found out…?!’
“Yes, this is it! L-Like this, wetting her pussy completely like this! And that Platinum Blonde woman had th-those things stuffed in her anus!”
“…?!”
That wasn’t in the notebook.
It was only written that the Platinum Blonde woman was crawling on the floor.
Those detailed specifics weren’t recorded.
However, at this very moment, seeing Christia’s bare, glisteningly wet pussy, Violet began to recall the subsequent contents in her mind, ready to write them down in the notebook.
“And surely… the Shelter! He took that Platinum Blonde Sow… woman to the Shelter and then…?!”
“Khm, Saintess?”
It was already burdensome enough to crawl around the church on all fours like a beast wearing only pajamas that were no different from underwear.
But now, the guilt of exposing her ass and her wet, gaping pussy was surging up. Christia tried to call out to Violet cautiously.
However, seeing Violet looking so full of conviction, Christia immediately zipped her mouth shut with a squeak.
“But to do this… Ah!”
She had a gut feeling that something incredibly ominous was about to come out of that mouth. For a Holy Knight to harbor such thoughts about the Saintess was wrong, but still…
‘No, no! This is for the greater good! To ruin the great cause over my own shame! That would be an act against the Goddess! To restore the Saintess’s dream, her memories of that time… even if I have to spread my own pussy wide…’
“Christia? P-Perhaps, could you spread your pussy open right in front of me and f-finger yourself?”
“…”