Chapter 194 Christia - Secret (1)

Chapter 194: 194 Christia - Secret (1)

A few hours ago.

Squelch... Schlick...

"Sss-nnnff... I shouldn’t be doing this...! Haaah... Sss-hah..."

After sharing a brief chat with Violet to wrap up the day before bed, Christia had returned to her room, hurriedly hiked up her skirt, and immediately began digging her fingers into her pussy.

Her panties were already rolling around at her feet.

She had been so desperate that she couldn’t even wait to take them off properly; they had been ruthlessly torn apart by her gauntlets, reduced to mere rags.

But Christia acted as if she didn’t notice, rubbing her palm against the coarse texture of her pubic hair, reveling in the sensation.

This was already the third pair in just the last few days.

On the other hand, this ruthless panty-slaughterer, Christia, didn’t spare a second thought for the rags scattered on the floor. Instead, she had her nose buried deep in a familiar pair of men’s boxer shorts.

"Haaah... Sss-nnnff, haaah... To think I, the Knight Commander... am masturbating while sniffing... ssnnnff... a man’s un-underwear...!"

It was a sight hard to reconcile with the dignified woman who had claimed the lives of so many innocent panties.

How many times had it been just today?

Lately, that unique scent of violets—befitting the name Violet—had grown stronger. The concentration of the scent was thickening, creating what could only be described as a catastrophic crisis in Christia’s life as a Crusader.

When she was working, when she was eating, and even when she went to the restroom.

Partially due to her heavy duty as Knight Commander to stay by Violet’s side wherever she went, she was constantly exposed to it.

In fact, aside from when she was praying, she was bombarded by Violet’s enchanting body odor around the clock. Whatever the cause, it was shameful to admit, but she had nearly gone into heat several times because of it.

"Ahh..haah, st-still, thanks to this... this foolish servant has not committed a sin...!"

Rather than going into heat over Violet’s scent, she was deceiving her own sensory organs through the smell of this underwear, forcing herself to go into heat over the scent of a male, following the proper order of nature.

But why did it feel like the more she repeated this act, the graver her sin became?

Schlick-schlick-squelch-!

"I don’t even strictly need to... f-finger my pussy... but it’s become a habit now...!"

Especially at this hour, deep in the night when everyone else was asleep, burying her nose in his panties and soothing her own pussy had become Christia’s daily routine.

Originally, this time was meant for self-reflection—looking back on the day, recalling her immaturity or mistakes, and repenting to better herself as a Crusader.

However, due to the recent troubles involving the Saintess, she frequently recalled the Saintess’s body odor. Proportionally, the time spent reflecting on herself and those memories increased as well.

Squelch... plap!

"Sss-nnnff, there weren’t many problems today... so why am I doing this... Haaah...!"

The result?

The time for self-reflection, strictly observed for over a decade of Christia’s life as a Crusader, had degenerated into a time for self-pleasure.

If this were simply a personal deviation of Christia’s, she would have offered prayers to the Goddess and confessed her sins like the devout believer she was.

"Haaahn... Sniffing a man’s cum scent while fingering my cunt is so... addictive... I shouldn’t, but this too must be the Goddess’s arrangement... Her guidance that a woman should only be in heat before a man...!"

She was now at a stage where she secretly enjoyed pressing down on her pubic mound with her ring and index fingers, spreading the lips of her pussy wide open. And the piece of cloth enabling this wasn’t just any object.

It was an item bestowed directly by the Goddess she had served all her life—practically a holy relic. Since she was masturbating with something given by Her, meant for this very purpose, and doing exactly as She commanded, even a devout believer could find a justification.

How could this be considered a sin when the justification existed that she was merely following the divine will?

"I must stop this... I didn’t even get turned on by the Saintess’s scent today, so why am I seeking such unnecessary p-pleasure... Sss-nnnnff, haaaah...!"

Of course, as Christia herself said, the priorities had flipped somewhat, and the act had undeniably devolved into simply seeking pleasure.

The Knight Commander, spreading her pure pussy with her own hands—still wearing her gauntlets, no less—and sliding her fingers into the wet slit.

Within her subconscious, this unbearable sense of immorality made her pussy, now facing a new spring, fertile and soaking wet.

It was enough to cloud her golden eyes, which once symbolized Christia’s brilliance and fairness as she looked upon herself objectively.

Drip...

"Aah... I leaked again... Sniffing underwear, fingering my cunt, and this Christia is... carelessly dripping on her floor... leaking from my pussy just from a man’s scent... Huuugh...!"

As if signaling the finale, she gently tugged at her perky, cute clitoris with her gauntlet, causing Christia’s head to throw back.

Twitch! Twitch!

From the sight of the transparent, sticky droplets falling between her legs to her self-deprecating monologue, and finally, her climax. Christia panted softly as she carefully tucked the underwear she held into her bosom.

"...I must restrain myself."

She always said she would restrain herself, but only after she had thoroughly enjoyed herself.

The result of that ’restraint’ was a pair of boxer shorts that were worn out and tattered from being handled so much.

Perhaps it was the result of her sniffing and masturbating at every opportunity. As if proving it belonged to a superior male, even though it was tattered, the thick scent of semen and cock always filled her nose whenever she smelled it, helping to protect Christia from Violet’s demonic grasp.

"Haaaaah..."

The emptiness that always follows the act of self-pleasure.

Contrary to the Goddess’s guidance, she had coveted pleasure in a way that was excessive and, at a glance, perverse, yet passionately intense.

I shouldn’t do this, I shouldn’t do this, she would tell herself. But whenever she came to her senses, she would find herself at this hour, having torn off her own panties, comforting her own privates.

"Since it’s come to this, perhaps I shouldn’t wear panties at all until the symptoms improve slightly... O-Or perhaps I should wear this underwear myself... Ahem... It might seem strange for a woman to wear men’s underwear, but just as a woman can hold a sword, I too..."

Fwaaaah-!!

"Nngh..."

At that moment, a blue moonlight began to shine through Christia’s window.

Thinking about it, was that thought too obscene?

Unlike her silver hair, which absorbed the blue moonlight, Christia’s face was flushed red. She let out a disheveled sigh, Phew, without realizing it.

Alright, let’s sleep.

Since she had already masturbated three times today, a good night’s sleep was guaranteed. And the cause of these useless thoughts was likely due to mental fatigue.

So, after hanging her plate armor on the display stand next to the bed and changing into thin pajamas (a babydoll, similar to Violet’s), Christia was about to untie her ponytail when—

"The light...?"

Suddenly, the blue moonlight that had been shining on her from the window began to change its trajectory.

"No, rather than changing trajectory, this is..."

It was as if a fairy from a fairytale was flying. A cluster of blue light was fluttering in front of her.

Given the times, she instinctively grabbed her sword, wondering if that corrupted being was playing some trick. But her caution was rendered meaningless as the light began to circle around Christia.

"It doesn’t seem to have any evil energy. No, it feels rather holy."

The cluster of light spun around Christia as if playing, then flew straight toward the armor stand. Was it a coincidence? It began to circle around the tattered boxer shorts lying on the floor.

Sensing something significant, Christia straightened her disheveled posture and asked the light politely.

"Are you telling me... to pick this up?"

There was no answer.

It simply hovered over the item as if to say, ’I’ll stay here until you pick it up, so figure it out.’ However, as soon as Christia hurriedly ran to the stand and picked up the underwear in a large arc, then suddenly drew a long trail like a thread and passed through the door.

"..."

There was no time to think.

Christia ran out into the hallway, chasing the light, not even sparing a moment to put on her armor.

But soon, she had no choice but to stop in her tracks.

The light, which had been flying down the long hallway, stopped in front of the Saintess Violet’s bedroom, located not far from her own. Then, just as it had done in her room, it ignored the laws of physics and passed straight through the closed door of Violet’s bedroom with a swish.

What should I do...?

It wasn’t just anywhere; she was being told to enter the Saintess’s bedroom at this late hour.

Even though she was the Knight Commander who served Violet most closely, she wasn’t in a position to blindly enter the bedroom where the Saintess was sleeping.

Beyond the relationship between Saintess and Crusader, it would be a huge breach of etiquette between people.

However, considering that the light had not only guided her here but also made her pick up the underwear, it seemed to imply that she needed to be prepared for something significant.

Since it could be a matter of grave importance, Christia decided to ask for punishment for this rudeness later and knocked on Violet’s door.

"Saintess?"

...

"Saintess? Are you perhaps asleep?"

Silence.

Is she really sleeping?

If she’s asleep, there shouldn’t be anything for me to do in there, right?

Christia began to conflict again over whether she should enter or not.

But then.

-Haaannngh...!

"!"

From beyond the door came Violet’s voice. No, it was a sound closer to a nasal moan, but something was different.

Just hearing that faint sound made her grip the panties in her hand tight.

It felt as if a thick scent of violets was leaking through the cracks of the door.

Her own private parts, which had finally regained their calm, quietly began to rev up again.

"I-I don’t know what it is, but I knew this would happen. It was bound to happen eventually..."

Although she might be interrupting the Saintess’s good time and committing an intrusion, she trusted the guidance of this light. Christia steeled herself once more and turned the doorknob.

"Ugh...?!"

And just as she expected, the thick scent of violets, the smell of a female, and a burning heat that filled the room began to envelop Christia’s body.

As if she didn’t need to look anywhere else.

Covering her nose and mouth with the panties, Christia slowly moved toward the entity that was likely the culprit of this strange climate.

"Haaah-uuugh... Huwaaaah... Haaah... Haaah..."

The purple-haired Saintess, Violet, gasping for breath on her bed, and the light circling around her.

Outside the window, the blue moonlight was clearly shining brightly, but what was this feeling of thick fog filling the room?

It wasn’t just her imagination; her vision was obstructed, and even though her feet were kicking against strange crystal-like objects scattered on the floor, she couldn’t see them clearly at all.

Even though the moonlight was so bright, she couldn’t even see the ground beneath her feet properly. Christia slowly approached the bed where Violet lay.

"Haaah, haaah..."

"Wh-What is... this...?!"

And the moment she closed her eyes briefly and opened them again.

Christia discovered that Violet had somehow become completely naked.

And she found herself straddling the Saintess, having stripped off the woman’s clothes herself.