Chapter 149 In the Bathroom

Chapter 149: 149 In the Bathroom

Violet had merely followed Christia’s instructions to the letter—pinching her own clitoris with all her might and twisting it upwards.

There was no technique involved, just a crude pinch and pull. Yet, the pleasure was on a completely different dimension from when she would grind against her panties alone at night.

Violet, completely forgetting that Christia had her face buried right against her pussy, lost all control and unleashed a fountain of love juices right then and there.

’’Ah, aaaaaah...! Christia...?!’’

However, her surrender to that dizzying pleasure was brief. Realizing what she had done, Violet hurriedly ducked her head in shame, only to see...

Just as she expected, Christia’s face was a mess, completely drenched in Violet’s fluids. Christia had been baptized in her pussy juice.

’’I’m sorry! I’m really, really sorry, Christia!’’

’’... It is fine. More importantly, how are you feeling now?’’

’’Huh?’’

Without a hint of displeasure, Christia looked up at her calmly, as if asking if anything was wrong. Seeing her reaction, the Saintess let out a small, bewildered sound. The heat that had consumed her mind and body suddenly vanished, leaving her muttering blankly.

’’I feel... nothing. It feels incredibly refreshing... My pussy feels fine, like I’ve been reborn..."

’’You did well.’’

Splaaash—

’’Christia?’’

Only then did Christia remove her hands from the Saintess’s pussy. She splashed some bathwater onto her face to rinse it off and immediately stood up to leave the tub. Violet called out to her, but Christia did not stop.

’’I forgot to offer a prayer to the Goddess. I intend to stop by the chapel before I go.’’

’’Then I should too—!’’

’’Don’t you need to cleanse your body again after that incident, Saintess?’’

’’Huh? Eh?! I’m covered in sweat...?!’’

Surrounded by water, yet she was the only one soaked in sweat! When did this happen?!

’’Wait, what is this leaking from my tingling breasts... Milk?!’’

Breast milk?!

Did I leak milk in the chapel earlier too without even knowing it?!

’’I thought it was undeniably sweat—no, that’s not what’s important right now?!’’

’’M-Milk is coming out! Christia! Milk is leaking out! I-I am...’’

’’I, Christia, can vouch for the Saintess’s purity.’’

’’Uuuu...’’

Still, how? How could a virgin who has never even been married have breast milk flowing from her tits? It was a first. She hadn’t lived a particularly long life, but this was the first time milk had ever sprung from her breasts.

As Christia said, she was a pure virgin.

So, for milk to suddenly start flowing overnight... how utterly embarrassing was this?

Christia watched Violet, who was flustered and frantically wiping the milk dripping from her breasts, and spoke quietly.

’’In a way, this could be the Goddess’s guidance.’’

’’Pardon?’’

What did that mean?

Violet asked back with a tearful face, and Christia explained.

’’As you can see from the word itself, breast milk has symbolized maternal love since ancient times. I have heard that some women, due to their constitution, produce milk despite never marrying or giving birth, leading some to doubt their purity, but...’’

’’Hiiiiek?!’’

Violet quickly covered her still-leaking breasts with her hands as Christia continued with a faint smile.

"For milk to appear the very morning after receiving Her revelation... could it really be a mere coincidence?’’

"Ah!"

Then, was this also the Goddess’s arrangement?

Did She make milk flow from her so that she wouldn’t succumb to such terrible sights, but instead protect the good people with a mother’s heart, befitting her position as a Saintess?!

Of course, the Goddess’s true intentions were unknowable, but as the saying goes, interpretation is more important than the dream itself. There was no need to view it negatively.

Violet breathed a sigh of relief and looked for Christia, who had corrected her panicked thoughts, but the Knight Commander had already moved to the changing room visible beyond the bath and changed into her armor.

’’While the appearance of Holy Milk is truly a great celebration for the continent, there are impure groups who might use it as material for rumors to slander the Saintess. I believe it would be best to keep it a secret for the time being.’’

’’Uuuu... Yes...’’

’That makes sense...’

For a Saintess who must remain pure to have breast milk flowing from her tits... what perfect prey that would be for gossipmongers to tear into.

Violet, turning beet red once again, sank her body into the tub with a plop. Christia gave a small bow to Violet and began to exit the bathroom.

"I will see you in the office.’’

" Yes, yes... Uuuh... I’m sorry...’’

Just as Christia’s beautiful silver hair completely disappeared from view, Violet tilted her head, feeling something was odd.

Christia always finished her bath before Violet, but today she seemed a bit... hasty? And just for a moment, it looked like her ears were dyed a deep crimson...

’Must be my imagination! More importantly, if I don’t wash up quickly now...?!’

* * *

Clank, Clank.

Having already donned her armor in the changing room, Christia exited the bathroom and headed straight for the chapel, just as she had said.

Clank-Clank-Clank!

But somehow, her gait was strange. Anyone who knew her—Christia, the Commander of the Crusaders, always fair, expressionless, and maintaining composure anywhere—would question why she was walking so abnormally fast.

It was as if she were running away from something, practically sprinting in desperation. Fortunately, no one witnessed Christia in such a state.

Bang! usually, Christia would open the chapel doors carefully for Violet when they went to pray.

But now, in her urgency, Christia threw the doors open with all her might using both hands. She ran toward the Goddess statue, which wore a benevolent smile as if understanding all the commotion, and immediately fell to her knees, clasping her hands together in prayer.

"I confess my sins to the Great Mother of this land...!"

First, that she, who should have maintained her composure more than anyone during the critical moment of receiving the Goddess’s revelation, had wavered.

Second, that she had become intoxicated by the Saintess’s appearance—soaked in sweat and breast milk—and the thick scent of violets radiating from her. So intoxicated that, under the pretext of supporting her body, she had nearly tried to force her own nipple into the Saintess’s mouth.

How dare she, as the Knight Commander serving the Saintess, as a Holy Knight(Crusader), lose her mind to such strange, inexplicable emotions? She confessed her wrongdoings regarding that distraction.

But the true sin she wanted to confess to the Goddess was something else.

’’How dare I... How dare I spread the private parts of Your proxy, humiliate them, and worse, while gazing upon Your proxy’s figure... how dare I...!’’

Violet didn’t know, but Christia knew. Seeing the Saintess trembling like a newborn beast while her pussy was being toyed with by Christia’s own hands...

Seeing the Saintess’s pitifully shivering body, Christia herself had become aroused, her own pussy twitching in sync with the pure pussy in front of her eyes.

She was a Holy Knight , a Crusader meant to protect Saintess! And the other woman was the Saintess she served!

To think she went into heat seeing the enchanting sight of the Saintess trembling at her touch.

If it were anyone else, they might excuse it by saying the Saintess was so attractive she could charm even another woman.

But she was the Knight Commander who served the Saintess closest of all.

’From now on, the Saintess will often come to me, Christia, for consultation to resolve problems like the one just now!’

What would happen to her then?

Would she be able to remain a noble Holy Knight confessing her faults to the Goddess like this?

Could she guarantee that she wouldn’t look at the Saintess’s pussy with the same filthy gaze as that platinum-blonde woman earlier? Could she guarantee she wouldn’t do it in the future?

Of course, she would swear that she wouldn’t, that she would use this mistake as a lesson and never let it happen again.

But the problem was that Christia had already caught a glimpse of Violet’s taste—the taste of a female body.

The problem was that her body now remembered the smell of the Saintess as a female—as a bitch in heat—and had tasted it.

If it were simply fluids, she might have been able to handle it. But the problem was that she had tasted the fluids of a female who had reached orgasm by her own hand.

As a Knight Commander who had reached the realm of a Master, her heightened senses had already tasted the bitch within the Saintess. She didn’t know if, the moment she saw the Saintess in the future, she would remember that taste and crave it again.

"Please, please forgive the ugliness of this foolish sinner, and teach me the right path this sinner must take...!"

She was already a sinner who had forsaken the Goddess’s guidance.

Therefore, she sought not guidance, but teaching.

Until she could reclaim herself as the Goddess’s sword once more.

As a tear rolled down Christia’s cheek and fell with a plop to the floor—perhaps the Goddess was moved by the sinner who confessed her sins more earnestly than anyone, without a single lie mixed in?

Paaaaaah—!!

’’Ugh, what is...?!’’

From the stained glass representing the halo behind the Goddess statue’s head, a tremendous amount of holy power began to pour down upon Christia, accompanied by a rainbow-colored radiance.

’’What is this?! This immense holy power... this radiance and brilliance, even greater than the Saintess’s...?!’’