Chapter 164 Dream (1)

At the very moment Eleonora was laying down the law to Urga, a different scene was unfolding in the Saintess’s office.

’’Ughhh...’’

Sunlight streamed warmly through the stained glass, which depicted a goddess with a halo overhead and wings on her back. With her back to this holy light, Violet sat at her desk.

She wore a light purple open-dress style habit that mimicked the Goddess’s attire, her hair tied in her signature half-twintails. Currently, however, she was groaning over the pile of documents scattered before her.

’’Mmnnh...’’

’’...’’

To be precise, she wasn’t just groaning; she was drooling.

Although she clearly held a pen in one hand, intended for approving these documents, the nib failed to make contact with the paper in front of her.

’’Uuuu...mhmm...’’

Nod, Nod—

Did Violet realize that for the past thirty minutes, she had been headbanging her half-twintails like a rocker in a heavy metal band?

No, she clearly didn’t have a clue.

Because she was oblivious, the document that had been sitting on her desk for half an hour, waiting for approval, remained trapped in limbo, unable to move on to the next step.

’’Ahem...’’

’’Kuuu...’’

It had gotten so bad that the silver-haired female knight standing beside her like a statue finally let out a small sigh and cleared her throat.

"Saintess?"

’’Uuu... Eh?! I, I wasn’t sleeping! I didn’t sleep! I was just thinking for a moment?! Really!’’

Startled by Christia’s voice ringing in her ear, Violet jumped in surprise and hurriedly scribbled her signature on the document before her.

As if finally achieving its life’s purpose after being neglected for thirty minutes, the document seemed to sigh in relief as it was whisked away into the envelope.

However, there was still a mountain of paperwork left. When would she ever finish it all?

Christia cleared her throat again, watching the Saintess’s eyes drift shut once more even as she frantically scribbled signatures.

’’Did you not sleep last night either?’’

’’Haah? What? I slept! I slept, but just a little... well, I slept less than usual! Yes, yes, I very thoroughly under-slept!’’

She was rambling nonsense, her head bobbing up and down, clearly unaware of what she was even saying.

Well, it was somewhat understandable.

Even though the Saintess was the Goddess’s proxy, she was strictly human. Despite receiving the Goddess’s blessing, aside from a few divine traits, she was just a human who got hungry when it was time to eat and sleepy when night fell.

Therefore, being exposed to this perfect, nap-inducing sunshine for a long time would make anyone drowsy, even a Saintess.

Under normal circumstances, Christia would have flexibly allowed Violet to take a nap and handled the minor paperwork herself with the authority of the Commander of the Crusaders and the Saintess’s closest aide.

But the documents currently scattered on Violet’s desk were critical papers that exceeded her authority.

They were approval documents related to the preparation of the ’Holy Birth Festival,’ a ceremony commemorating the holy day the Goddess first descended to this land and the day the first Saintess, the Goddess’s proxy, was born.

As the biggest event for the Goddess Church, most of these documents required approval by today, making Violet’s handwritten signature absolutely mandatory...

’I figured this would happen when I saw how exhausted she looked this morning...’

Still, being the Saintess, she had offered her prayers with superhuman focus during the morning service, looking completely fine. But outside of prayer time, she had been yawning constantly and nodding off like this.

Thinking that a bit of fresh air might help, Christia opened the window and whispered into the ear of the still-dazed Violet.

"Saintess? As you know, these documents are related to the Holy Birth Festival, so..."

’’Yes, Yeeesss!’’

Just then, the refreshing breeze from outside tickled the back of her neck. Combined with Christia’s voice, Violet’s eyes snapped open, and her resting pen began to move frantically once more.

Scritch-Scratch-Scritch-!!

’’Ughhh... I should have done it in moderation last night!"

It was a daily routine known only to her.

Her secret habit involved pulling out the hidden crystal recordings from under her bed—videos of the platinum-blonde woman.

She would watch them, scanning the footage for any resemblance to the people she had healed with her own hands. It was a secret, depraved ritual that not even Christia, her closest confidant, knew about.

Since she was the Saintess and doing the investigating herself, she had considered asking Christia to help look for clues about the platinum-blonde woman.

But... somehow, whenever she watched those videos and came back to her senses, she would find herself kneading her milk-leaking tits with one hand and tormenting her clitoris with the other.

In the past, simply rubbing gently over her panties was enough to heat her up, but not enough to keep her awake. However, ever since witnessing the revelation the Goddess sent down that day...

Unless she tormented her tits and clit until she let out a massive spray—Spppluuuurt!— mixed with holy milk, she could no longer fall asleep properly.

Without even realizing it, Violet’s body had developed a rather perverse habit.

’And last night, it was so intense... I had to bite my lip and claw at my clitoris just to barely...’

It was a protest from a body that craved more stimulation, unable to climax properly from mere rubbing. But how could Violet, with her shallow knowledge—thinking her pussy was merely an organ for urinating—understand that?

Thanks to that, she struggled to cool down her heated body last night, tossing and turning. Having failed to get a proper night’s sleep, Violet was now fighting a losing battle against her heavy eyelids.

’’Ughhh... I need to wake up... I can’t doze off... If I fall asleep again, Christia will really scold me!’’

But between the warm sunshine wrapping around her body and the cool breeze blowing in as if to keep her from getting too hot, the sun and wind—who usually fought to strip a traveler’s clothes in fairy tales—seemed to have conspired today to torment her.

"Saintess? Saintess?"

’’Oooooo...’’

Despite Christia calling her name, Violet’s eyes eventually slid shut. Her breathing fell into a steady rhythm.

She had fallen completely asleep.

’’Huh?’’

Having momentarily escaped from her grueling work, Violet suddenly found herself flying through the sky.

It was a lucid dream.

There was no need to pinch her nose and try to breathe to check reality. The very fact that she was flying was proof enough.

But that meant she had fallen fast asleep and was dreaming.

Violet immediately grabbed her half-twintails, tugging them as she muttered.

’Ughhh... Christia is going to scold me later!’

She said they were important documents! But maybe Christia is being a little too harsh not letting me nap on such a nice day? Or is it? Still, it’s my fault for not sleeping until late, so I guess I reap what I sow?

Violet worried about getting scolded by Christia without paying any attention to where she was flying.

Even while lost in idle thoughts with her eyes squeezed shut in the dream, her body was helplessly flying toward the North.

Not knowing where her body was headed, Violet merely wished for a carefree dream of rolling around in a field full of violets.

’Kyaaaak?!’

But immediately, as if such a wish was absurd, the sensation of endless flight vanished. Her body plummeted like a bird with broken wings. In the dizzying rush, she hurriedly opened her eyes.

’’Now, first, so as not to waste a single drop of Master’s precious semen, you start from the base of the cock like this. You lick and consume everything on the shaft until Master’s cock is completely glazed in your saliva.’’

’’Ugh...’’

-Aaah?!

That beautifully tanned skin? That black hair? The scar under that eye?!

It was a familiar face. How could she forget?

Violet screamed instinctively at the sight of the familiar woman in front of her.

-The Barbarian Princess, Urga! What is this? Why is she suddenly in front of me...?! And why is she naked?!

She closed her eyes and opened them again, only to see the Barbarian Princess Urga looking up.

She didn’t know why Urga was looking up with the expression of a maiden in love, but Violet was immediately shocked by the sight of another woman beside her.

-That platinum-blonde woman!

There was no mistake. Although her eyes were still obscured by a strange mist, preventing a clear view, Violet knew her well from watching her night after night through the crystal ball.

Those massive, exploding tits! The abdominal muscles visible on her belly! That brilliant platinum hair that looked like spun gold! She couldn’t forget her even if she tried.

-But the fact that this woman is looking up means... A-Aaah?!

Violet finally blushed, realizing what stood tall and erect in the center of her vision—a massive cock.

’’Whether you become a sow or not, if you want to be loved by Master, you need to ingrain these basics into your body.’’

-W-What?! What kind of conversation are they having right now?!

’’S-So, why do I have to suck and lick the cock with my mouth?! Don’t I just need to carry my Darling’s babies properly?!’’

’’...Right, you say that because you’ve never held Master’s seed in your mouth before.’’

-Huh?!

Suddenly, the platinum-blonde woman undid the chain connecting the rings on her nipples. Hooking her fingers into the rings on her left and right tits, she pulled them wide apart, exposing the valley of her massive breasts.

’’W-What are you doing!?’’

-Right! What is she doing?!

Urga and Violet were both appalled as the platinum-blonde woman spread her cleavage open for them. But of course, no one there could see Violet.

The platinum-blonde woman didn’t care that her nipples were being pulled. She displayed her open breasts and spoke.

’’Do you see? This is what collected here when I cleaned Master’s cock with these tits. You, who held Master’s cock inside your body until just a moment ago, should know best what this substance is.’’

-Oh, oh my god... That white stuff is semen... surely?! It’s all mixed up and...?!

Sticky strands of semen were stretched between her breasts, thick and viscous. It wouldn’t look out of place if you threw a spider into that mess; the web of cum was that dense.

Why did she show that?

But Violet swallowed hard, Gulp!, feeling like she knew the answer without being told.

If even Violet, a completely unrelated third party, could figure out the reason, surely Urga would know.

Urga rolled her eyes around, then hurriedly pointed at the platinum-blonde woman’s nipple piercings as if she had come up with a brilliant deflection.

’’Anyway, um... doesn’t it hurt when you pull the rings like that?’’

’’I told you before. Far from hurting, it feels electrifyingly good every time I pull them. In my case, Master pierced them himself, so now I can’t even imagine myself without them.’’

"I-Is that so? Hmph! Well, I’m going to get a ring like the humans in the kingdom do!’’

Having successfully changed the subject as intended, Urga looked at the ring finger of her left hand and blushed. But the response was a snort from the platinum-blonde woman.

’’You have big dreams. Where does a sow like you have fingers?’’

’’Whaaat?! A sow! Hey! You bitch, you keep saying sow, sow since earlier...!’’

’’More importantly, look here. You know why I opened my tits like this without me having to say it, right?’’

’’Ugh...?!’’

At the sight of the sticky strands of semen, Violet found her own hands drifting toward her breasts without even realizing it.