Harem Sister: Chapter 1 - Holy Bath

(C-crap… I’m definitely dead this time.)

The Milka River formed the northern border of the Ishtar Kingdom and the southern border of the Cleonlese Kingdom. It was one of the tributaries of the mighty Luminay that flowed east to west across the continent.

Upstream, it ran through a canyon in a mountainous region, so the water was clear but fast flowing.

A boy wearing fine but thoroughly damaged clothing was tossed around like a pebble. His vision spun around and around, he crashed into rock after rock, he could not breathe properly, and he swallowed a ton of water.

The current grew gentler as he moved downstream, but then his body sank without floating back up.

He could not move his arms or legs properly.

Only muddy water and weeds had passed his lips in the past week, so his strength had already been at its limit. Jumping into the river in his state had been suicide, but he had not had a choice.

(Ahh, the surface is so bright. The weather must be nice. If I could move my head just a bit higher, I could get some air.)

The water was quite shallow, but people could drown in even knee-deep water.

He knew fresh air was right in front of him, but he could not stand up to breathe it in.

As his mind faded, he used his last strength to reach out his arm. Someone grabbed his hand.

(Eh?)

He saw a beautiful woman’s face in the water’s surface and then his arm was pulled up.

After the dazzling sunlight that pierced through the clear air, a bright crimson reached his eyes.

“Bwah!? Wah, pant, pant, pant…”

Pulled from the water, the boy fell on all fours and tried to gulp down the air.

But when he opened his mouth wide, water spilled out instead.

He forced out a stomach-full of swallowed water, coughed intensely, and spewed out tears, snot, drool, and blood.

His lungs seemed to have been damaged too.

He coughed in pain and writhed around until he had gotten everything out of his stomach. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hound and looked up to see who had rescued him.

“!”

A tall, slender woman stood there.

The boy narrowed his eyes as if a dazzling light had reached him.

The bright crimson he had seen before must have been her hair. It was so splendidly red that he could almost believe it was made of melted rubies.

That long crimson was swept back, leaving her forehead exposed, and it gave him an impression of intelligence and nobility.

She had almost transparently white skin and a small face. She had beautifully narrow eyebrows, dignified eyelashes, and clear angled eyes. Those light purple eyes seemed to see through everything.

She had a well-defined nose and thin but charming red lips.

She had golden decorations on her hair, forehead, and ears. She wore a robe that resembled a red evening dress, but the fabric was thin to the point of transparency and it contained luxurious embroidery and openwork.

It was a very showy outfit, but it did not look gaudy because her face was even more refined than the clothing. She was clearly of high social status or from the wealthy class.

But even setting that external beauty and attire aside, she gave off an aura that prevented anyone from thinking she was your average person.

She gave off a tense air of purity. It was as cold and undefilable as the early summer dawn.

She looked to be in her early twenties. Her exceptionally refined features looked almost doll-like and gave off a sense of calm and pure elegance.

She looked intelligent, graceful, and mystical. She had an inviolable beauty that seemed to belong to the holy, not the vulgar. She was almost too fantastical.

With no disgust, anger, or sympathy, she transcendentally looked down to the boy who had been washed in like an old rag.

“A-a goddess?”

Had a goddess from heaven been drawn down by the nice weather and decided to take a bath in this lower world?

That romantic idea came to mind, but once he recalled his situation, other possibilities seemed much more likely.

“No… An angel? Or the grim reaper? Or a valkyrie that hunts down the souls of warriors!? I don’t care which! I don’t need anyone to take me away!”

Once he realized it was all over, tears of frustration left his eyes.

Driven on by intense emotion, the boy gathered the last of his strength to stand up and supported himself by grabbing at the heavenly messenger’s collar.

“Please, angel, spare me! I want to live! I really want to live!”

He would do anything to live, but he no longer had anything he could give in exchange for life.

The angel’s pure eyes simply stared blankly at the poor excited boy. They were so transparent that he began to wonder if there was no emotion in her at all.

That was when an out-of-place and cute girl’s voice reached him.

“Priestess~ Was that you that said something? Do you need something?”

When the boy turned toward the voice, he finally noticed the red tent set up around him.

Before he could question the unique space he found himself in, the red tent was opened and a girl in a white headdress poked her head inside.

She looked to be in her mid-teens and she wore a white habit. It was the stereotypical nun’s outfit that symbolized honorable poverty, but based on her age, she would have to be a trainee.

“Eh?”

The situation inside the tent must have been truly unexpected for the nun trainee. Her eyes turned to dots and she looked back and forth between the red woman and the filthy boy.

She blinked and stared at them. She then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and opened her mouth wide.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

An ear-splitting scream filled the area.

Even the expressionless woman must not have been able to stand it because she wrinkled her slender eyebrows.

“Sigyn, what is the meaning of this racket?”

A scolding voice spoke outside the tent, but the girl did not calm down. She energetically pointed toward the mystery boy and waved her arm around.

“There’s a b-b-b-boy! Mother Velvet, i-it’s an emergency! A boy is attacking the Priestess!”

“What!?”

More people rushed into the tent to follow the nun trainee called Sigyn.

One was an adult woman in a stereotypical nun’s habit colored black with a matching black hood. She wore silver-framed glasses and looked quite fussy.

She was around thirty and her eyeliner and other makeup seemed a little thick for a nun.

“How could this be!?”

From her voice, she seemed to be the Velvet who had scolded Sigyn.

“!”

The next person inside was another girl.

However, her outfit was quite different from the other two’s. She was lightly dressed in a short, navy blue shirt and a navy blue pareo around her waist. No one would ever mistake her for a nun.

Her blue shirt had no sleeves, leaving her long arms exposed up to the shoulder, and it was so short it only hid her breasts and left her belly exposed. Her bare arms and legs were long and looked as supple as whips.

She was in her late teens. She was extremely tall for a girl and had a fearless face with sharp eyes and a tense mouth. Her short, copper-colored hair was silky and straight and her skin was nicely tanned.

But the most notable feature was the octagonal rod she held. Based on that, the gallant girl was likely a holy warrior.

“Um, what is this?”

As he watched the girls’ and woman’s expressions make the dramatic transformation from shock to anger, the boy grasped his situation.

It seemed he was still alive and had wandered into a religious institution. On top of that, he was grabbing their leader by the collar. He could not blame them if they mistook him for a violent attacker and they were in fact making that mistake.

To show he meant no harm, he let go of the mystical woman’s collar.

However, it seemed to be too little too late.

“Gracen! I will support you, so teach this insolent brat a lesson!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

The nun in black gave orders with her silver-framed glasses sparkling and the holy warrior gave a quick reply before raising her octagonal rod in her right hand and running forward while staying low to the ground.

“W-wait!”

They ignored the boy’s cry of protest and attacked.

The nun narrowed the eyes decorated by thick eye shadow behind her silver-framed glasses and made holy hand gestures with the skirt of her black habit flipping up to reveal a red lining.

“Tei!”

With a sharp cry, the white beam of a magical attack exploded at the boy’s feet.

While he was distracted by that, the tall and lightly-dressed girl swung down her club.

Her first attack targeted the boy’s head from the right. He just barely blocked it with the back of his arm, but the next attack came from the opposite direction and landed a clean blow on the left side of his head.

She swept his feet out from under him, knocking him onto his back, and aimed for his throat.

“Wait!”

A cold, clear, and dignified voice stopped the holy warrior.

The tip of the octagonal rod stopped just before jabbing into the boy’s throat as he lay on the riverside.

“I recognize this boy.”

The woman in red clothing and golden jewelry placed a hand on the cheek of the poor injured boy who could no longer stand under his own power.

“…”

His body tensed at this human warmth he had not felt in so long.

“You are Prince Hilcruz of the Ishtar Kingdom, are you not?”

The boy was unsure what to say, but he finally answered honestly.

“Yes… Although I’m sure that title has long since been stripped of me…that is what I used to be called.”

With his body and soul so thoroughly beaten, it was hard to answer, but he stubbornly did so with pride.

“…!”

They all must have known what that name meant because shock ran through them like a bolt of lightning.

The nun named Velvet widened her eyes behind her glasses, the holy warrior named Gracen tensed her lips, and the youngest one named Sigyn held her mouth and cried out.

“Prince Hilcruz!? You mean that rebel!?”

Everyone in this region knew that name.

About a month before, a rebellion had split the Ishtar Kingdom in two. It had been planned by Hilmedes, the previous king’s younger brother. The rebellion was said to have been actively led by Hilmedes’s son, Hilcruz.

The red woman remained entirely calm even when faced with this political criminal.

“I am Priestess Euphoria, Bishop of the Vermilion Bird Temple and leader of this diocese. I once saw you on a visit to Ishtar’s royal palace.”

Hilcruz sighed after staring at the young woman’s truly saintly face.

“Ohh, so you aren’t an angel… You sure scared me.”

The Vermilion Bird Temple was a religion that gathered worshipers from mostly the western kingdoms. It was well known for being a nunnery that did not allow any men inside.

It had been popular in Ishtar too. Girls of respectable families would be sent there to learn their manners and ladies would join as nuns if they grew tired of the world’s vanity.

The positions of Archbishop and Pope at the headquarters and the position of Priestess at each diocese’s cathedral were traditionally given to princesses of the surrounding royal families.

Hilcruz recalled that there was apparently a cathedral of the Vermilion Bird Temple in this area. It took its name from the river, so it was known as the Milka Cathedral. He had heard the Priestess there was from the royal family of the Baromlist Kingdom.

When he looked at her again, he detected the majesty of her noble bloodline in her demeanor.

“My apologies, Prince Hilcruz.”

The fussy-looking nun in silver-rimmed glasses gave him an apologetic look and the holy warrior stepped back with her octagonal rod.

When Nun Trainee Sigyn saw how the older individuals were acting, she quickly bowed her head.

“The prince appears to be injured. We need to check his wounds.”

The others may have been influenced by the Priestess’s unchanged attitude after realizing the boy’s identity. They began checking the severity of his injuries.

“Wait, what are you doing!?”

The boy struggled, but Sigyn and Gracen held down his arms and legs and forcibly stripped away the tatters of what had once been nice clothes.

Velvet spoke up in shock when she checked over his body.

“This is…awful. Broken bones, bruises, and gashes. He has about every kind of external wound. He is also malnourished and sleep deprived. I’m impressed you’re even still alive.”

“Of course I am. I won’t die...no matter what.”

The nun in black reacted to his incredible tenacity by smiling, placing her left hand around her stomach, and pushing her silver-rimmed glasses up with her right hand.

“That’s the spirit. All illness starts with your attitude, after all. …But you don’t have the strength left to have all your wounds healed at once with magic.”

Not even magic was all-powerful. Healing magic was nothing more than activating the person’s own healing ability, so it wore down their stamina. They did not want to heal his wounds only to have him die of weakness.

“Understood. I will do it.”

The Priestess grabbed her golden necklace with a glittering magic jewel mounted on it and she held it out toward the groaning young boy who was still lying on his back.

A pure white light washed over his injured body and a soft power enveloped him.

“Thanks. My body hurt so much I thought it was going to fall apart. …I feel a little better now.”

Once the magical healing was over, Hilcruz stood up and dressed himself. Euphoria frowned.

“This was no more than first-aid. You will come down with a fever soon, so if you do not eat something nourishing and get some rest, you could still lose your life.”

That was something Hilcruz simply could not do. Just as he started to smile bitterly, the holy warrior with the octagonal rod gave a warning.

“Priestess, if this is Prince Hilcruz, then might those be his pursuers?”

The holy warrior pointed toward a pillar of dust rising from upstream. Warriors on horseback were on their way.

“Tch. They sure are persistent. …Thanks for the help.”

The boy clicked his tongue and turned his back on the nuns of the Vermilion Bird Temple despite the unsteadiness of his legs.

“Where are you going?”

Sigyn hurriedly stopped him just as he was about to enter the river.

“I can’t let them capture me. I’m going to let the river carry me a while longer.”

Even if it was only first-aid, he was lucky to have received that magic healing. But he and those nuns had nothing to do with each other. They had likely used their magic out of religious benevolence, but he could not expect any further compassion.

None of them could hide their surprise at his persistence.

“But with those injuries…”

He may have been magically healed, but he was still badly injured. His feet were unsteady and it seemed doubtful he could even defeat a baby now.

Sigyn seemed to think they could not abandon someone in that state, but sometimes there was nothing that could be done.

She was young and had yet to learn how dreadful politics could be. The emotion in her eyes would accomplish nothing here.

“Wait.”

As Hilcruz hurried to leave, Euphoria’s clear voice stopped him.

“Don’t even think about capturing me and handing me over to them. You’ll have some bodies to bury if you try that.”

He was willing to attack women and children if it came to that. He of course found killing women and children to be a shameful act, but he had not been blessed with a position that allowed for that kind of principled idealism.

The holy warrior who had beaten him down now stood before him. Normally, he would stand no chance, but there was a piercing light in his eyes. He was just like an injured animal.

The beautiful Priestess looked him straight in the eye and opened her mouth.

“No. I am saying we will shelter you.”

This was unexpected for Hilcruz.

“Wh-what are you saying!? We have no connection to each other. Just so you know, I’m not exactly the religious type. You may not know much of the filthy world of politics, but they’re desperate too. They won’t hold back, even against you.”

Hilcruz snapped at her, but Euphoria remained calm.

“Not to worry. I have an excellent idea.”

With that, the holy woman began stripping off her thin red clothing.

“Priestess!?”

The surrounding nuns and holy warrior were utterly stunned and Hilcruz was of course surprised to the point he thought his eyes would pop out of his head.

“Wait, what are you thinking!?”

Euphoria wore nothing at all below the thin red clothing.

Her well-proportioned body was the polar opposite of the hard beauty of her face. She had a lovely matured body at the peak of womanhood. After exposing that body, she walked toward the astonished boy, held him to her chest, and entered the river.

“I am Tiger Knight General Dexel of the Ishtar Kingdom. It is my duty to search this area.”

A middle-aged man with a boldly plump build descended to the riverbank with one hundred elites on horseback. He pushed his way toward the tent as soon as he spotted it.

“What is this about, general?”

Velvet, the veteran nun in black, responded to him, but General Dexel tried to impatiently force his way into the tent.

“We cornered Hilcruz, our kingdom’s traitor, upstream of this river, but he jumped off the cliff in an attempt to escape. We spotted this tent while searching for him and we must eliminate even the smallest chance of him hiding within.”

“Please wait. The Priestess is performing her holy bath ritual inside at the moment. It is an important spring celebration ritual of the Vermilion Bird Temple. You are not allowed to intrude.”

The nun’s silver-framed glasses glittered as she gave her rapid explanation, but the middle-aged warrior was not listening.

“We have no intention of intruding on your ritual, but we are searching for the traitor who defied the royal family. If you have done nothing wrong, you have nothing to hide. Please cooperate.”

“But…!”

“Sister, hiding things is not in your best interest here. Now out of my way!”

Impatient Dexel had no interest in holding a real debate with this talkative woman. He gestured with his chin and the knight behind him threatened her with a spear.

Even the clever nun could only make one final comment.

“We will make a formal protest with the Ishtar Kingdom about this!”

Dexel ignored that hysteric claim, the shrill cry of the nun trainee, and the holy warrior’s octagonal rod as he forced his way into the tent with his men. And then he came to a stop.

“What is this!?”

Dexel was known as a wise commander and he had worked his way up to the top of the army. He had enough nerve to not bat an eye even if he had found the tent full of armed warriors.

But not even that veteran general could hide his surprise at what he found.

A woman had her back to him as she soaked in the pure river covered by the red tent.

Her slender neck, delicate shoulders, and shoulder blades stuck above the water’s surface.

Her hair was ruby red and the lovely skin below it was dazzlingly white.

Just as the previous nun had claimed, the Priestess was bathing in the river.

Having stumbled upon the holy woman’s divine ceremony, the general and his knights gasped in surprise.

“…”

The lovely holy woman looked back over her slender shoulders, giving the rude intruders a glance from her angled eyes.

Her gaze was as cold as a blade of ice.

“Thank you for your thorough work, General Dexel. Please forgive me for meeting you in such an inappropriate state of undress.”

Her voice held even more destructive power than her appearance. The group took a half step back when the beautiful voice sent a shiver down their spines.

“No, allow me to apologize.”

Dexel quickly kneeled and lowered his head.

He had lost his nerve upon seeing the bare back of a woman even younger than his daughter Louise, but there was actually another person there who had lost his nerve.

That was Hilcruz.

After announcing she would shelter the boy like he was an abandoned cat, the Priestess had stripped off her gorgeous habit, embraced the half-dead boy, and entered the river.

She had then waited for the Ishtar army like that.

Hilcruz was currently on the other side of Euphoria from Dexel.

In other words, only his head stuck above the water and the lovely holy woman held him to the front of her body.

If they moved apart, there was a risk of Dexel finding him, so Euphoria’s hands held tightly to the back of his head.

Below the water, Euphoria had spread her legs to hold Hilcruz’s hips tightly between them.

(Does she not feel any embarrassment?)

She has seemed as tall and slender as a willow before, but once she stripped off her clothes, he found her breasts were quite large. She may have been the type to look more slender while clothed.

As Hilcruz soaked up to his shoulders in the cold water, two shapely mounds of flesh jutted perkily out toward him, showing no sign of sagging.

The nipples stood out like camellia petals on her lovely white skin.

They were trembling a little. He did not know if it was the cold water or if she was nervous, but the nipples poked stiffly out and the vivid areolae appeared a little small for the large size of her breasts.

Having those right in front of his eyes felt like having a knife blade pressed against him.

No matter how straitlaced the boy, if a beautiful woman’s nipples were placed in front of his eyes, he would naturally fill with the desire to lick and suck them. He could not help but gulp.

Euphoria’s naked body truly felt warm in the chilly river water and the sweet scent of her skin tickled at his nose.

(Wait, wait. I can’t be thinking about that now.)

When he realized he should not be staring at her nipples, Hilcruz lowered his gaze to the water’s surface.

That brought the base of the holy woman’s legs into view. Plus, she had spread her legs to hold the boy’s hips between them. Crimson pubic hair floated in the current like seaweed. No, like an underwater flame.

If he looked ahead, he saw breasts. If he looked down, he saw pubic hair. If he looked up, he saw the tranquil face of that young woman whose beauty was almost frighteningly perfect.

And when Dexel finally entered the tent, Euphoria had held Hilcruz even tighter to hide his head as much as possible.

This naturally buried the boy’s face between her soft breasts.

He understood the desire to make sure Dexel could not see him from behind her, but he still thought his face was going to burst into flames while surrounded by the warmth of her soft skin.

Plus, Euphoria’s expression remained entirely calm despite the bold action she was taking.

However, that did not mean she was not nervous. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

As a mere human, Dexel could not have imagined what was happening on the other side of the holy woman.

The Ishtar knights could not even look directly at her bare back, so their eyes wandered left and right and their bodies tensed up.

The nuns watched on with hands sweatily clenched as they wondered what would happen.

In that stalemate and in that oppressive atmosphere, Euphoria pushed her position further.

“I have heard the circumstances. Were you hoping to search my body as well?”

That woman was a royal, a Bishop of the Vermilion Bird Temple, and a candidate for a future Archbishop. She now she stood up from the river.

The holy woman’s completely bare back entered Dexel’s vision up to the butt.

She willingly showed off the dazzlingly white skin of her smooth back, slender waist, and round butt.

The pursuers were shocked, as was the hidden fugitive.

Removing her butt from the water on the back meant her mons pubis covered in red hair left the water on the front side.

Before Hilcruz’s eyes, the young woman’s cleavage rose, her tense stomach and navel passed by, and her crotch finally entered his field of vision.

“…!”

He nearly struggled out of surprise and lack of fresh air, but he desperately restrained himself.

As an adolescent virgin boy, he of course wanted to get a good look at the young woman’s vulva, but he was too close to see anything clearly.

However, the air he breathed passed through the holy woman’s red bush.

It was probably only the smell of the river, but it seemed incredibly fragrant to the boy and he started feeling faint.

Meanwhile, the Tiger Knight General lost his nerve upon seeing the delicious-looking white peach chilled in the river, so he came to a stop.

“For…for the time being…”

Even if it was midsummer, the weather was at a comfortable temperature in this mountainous region, yet Dexel had a tremendous amount of sweat flowing from his brow.

“Th-that will not be necessary.”

The Vermilion Bird Temple was a popular religion in the western kingdoms, so barging into a Priestess’s holy bath and viewing her naked body would make an enemy of the world.

There was even a danger of worldwide criticism reaching the Ishtar Kingdom and not just Tiger Knight General Dexel himself.

“Then…”

With her back still turned and with Hilcruz’s head still in her left hand, Euphoria brushed her right hand back through her wet crimson hair.

Droplets scattered like rubies set in silk and she sent a sharp glance over her shoulder.

“Show some manners and leave this place!”

“E-excuse us…”

Dexel roared an order and scrambled out of the tent to leave with his one hundred Ishtar knights.

“Phew…”

After the Ishtar knight had left, the nuns of the Milka Cathedral all breathed a sigh of relief.

“All of the pursuers have left. We can rest easy now.”

Nun Trainee Sigyn reported on things outside and Euphoria finally let go of Hilcruz’s head.

The boy’s face had been buried in the holy woman’s bare crotch the entire time and he collapsed onto his back.

“Oh, my!”

“Excuse me!”

While the others watched on in surprise, Holy Warrior Gracen dove into the river and dragged the unconscious boy onto the bank.

Velvet placed a hand on his forehead and gasped.

“He has an incredible fever…”

The nun in black looked to the Priestess who nodded as the nun trainee helped her into her red clothing.

“Get Prince Hilcruz onto the carriage so we can hurry him to the cathedral.”

Hilcruz’s wet clothing would have robbed him of body heat, so the nuns stripped him naked. Then they wrapped a blanket around him and carried him into the same carriage as Euphoria.

(Where am I…?)

Hilcruz was awoken by a shaking.

However, he was far from in good health. His body and head both felt heavy, his mind was hazy, and he could not move right away.

“…!?”

He stared blankly with his unfocused eyes and noticed a beautiful face in front of him.

(Oh, is it that weird woman? Does this mean she saved me again?)

He smiled bitterly at that meddling behavior and then noticed a warm feeling.

He seemed to be on a horse-drawn carriage and his head was resting on the Priestess’s lap.

(She really is pretty. She looks like a goddess stepped right out of a church painting.)

The calm holy woman looked sympathetically down at the boy who was burning with fever.

“He’s still so young… He must have been through something terrible.”

Her kind, lovely, and delicate voice sounded like it would fill the heavens.

He was a little surprised since he had seen no hint of this kindness in his first impression of her, but this was likely how she spoke when expressing her affection for sleeping children.

“He’s still just an innocent child, but what hells has he already seen?”

“…”

Hilcruz had opened his eyes, but she seemed to think he was still sleeping because there was no strength in those eyes. Euphoria embraced him as if to comfort a child.

He felt like he was dreaming. Normally, he would have snapped back in anger if someone showed him this kind of sympathy.

“He’ll probably talk back to me when he wakes, but he’s so adorable as he sleeps.”

The look on her face made him think of a kind older sister more than a goddess and she poked at his cheek while assuming he was unconscious.

It seemed that young women felt a natural desire to gain the attention of boys who still looked like a child yet had an impertinent personality.

The wheels turned and time passed uneventfully. The regular rhythm of the noise lured Hilcruz to sleep, but then his blanket fell away.

Euphoria reached down to fix it, but her hand stopped partway.

“…!?”

The Priestess was staring at a rod of flesh poking out from a gap in the blanket.

(Huh…? Why is it hard?)

After following the goddess’s gaze, Hilcruz questioned the physical change, but his muddled mind could not bring out the emotion of panic.

This was an erection brought on by exhaustion. When a male’s body was exposed to the risk of death, it automatically attempted to leave behind a descendent.

The pure and beautiful young woman had frozen in place as she stared at the boy’s crotch.

Once some time passed, Euphoria finally came back to her senses and asked a question to the otherwise empty carriage.

“Is this a gentleman’s….reproductive organ?”

There was of course no one to answer her.

Hilcruz’s mind was in no state to answer her.

“…”

After closely examining the boy’s face on her lap and concluding he was asleep, she looked around the empty carriage.

After that suspicious behavior, she held a hand to her chest as if she was having trouble breathing and she gulped. Then she took a deep breath.

“I can touch it…a little, can’t I?”

Faint pink entered cheeks as white as virgin snow and she hesitantly reached a hand toward the crotch of the badly-injured boy who was woozy from fever.

She lightly touched the very tip of the flesh rod sticking out of the blanket.

“!?”

She immediately let go, checked the boy’s face, and stared at her fingertip as if contemplating the sensation.

(Huh…? That felt…kind of good… And I never would have thought…she could look like this…)

Unbelievably, the pompous holy woman who had driven off more than a hundred knights in the nude was blushing and fidgeting with an obvious lack of composure.

After being born to a royal family and sent to the temple while young, she seemed to have no experience with men.

She appeared to have completely lost control after seeing a penis for the very first time.

Things might have been different if there were others watching, but this was a closed room. Plus, the handsome boy himself had passed out.

Even the purest of maidens would have difficulty resisting temptation in this situation.

The unsullied holy woman looked back and forth between the boy’s face and penis for a while, but she finally relaxed. She gulped and moved onto the next stage.

“I can go a little further if he’s that fast asleep.”

She made an excuse to herself, hesitantly reached out her right hand once more, and grabbed the penis’s shaft with her damp and delicate hand.

“Kh…”

Hilcruz could not help but groan. Euphoria’s shoulders gave a start and she checked the boy’s face, but she sighed when she saw no change.

Then her interest returned to the manhood.

“Phew… I-it’s so hard… And warm… So this is a gentleman’s reproductive organ…. He’s just a child, but his penis is so manly… Back in the royal palace, he must have enjoyed all sorts of princesses and maids.”

That was incorrect. Hilcruz was an ambitious boy. He had been so busy working toward his hopes and dreams that he had not had time for women. In other words, he was still a virgin.

“Oh, I only did that because I thought he was a child… Oh, no. What do I do?”

Euphoria belatedly felt embarrassed about embracing the boy in the nude. She squirmed while holding tightly to his manhood.

Her white face had grown quite red and sweat covered her forehead. Her palm was also quite sweaty, so her entire body seemed to be perspiring.

Hilcruz recalled her naked body with the back of his head in her soft lap. He was too exhausted to move a finger, but his penis reacted for him.

“I-it just grew some more… Wow…”

That self-important young woman now gasped in shock, but his penis was neither gigantic nor tiny. It was about right for his age.

The young woman squeezed and toyed with the penis in her hand and the scene simply did not feel real to Hilcruz.

He had only just met this woman today. No, he had apparently met her in the royal court before, but he unfortunately did not remember it. Regardless, the holy woman who had saved his life was now toying with his penis.

He was still naïve when it came to sexuality, so he could only think this was a dream.

His lack of experience with women had left him with some skewed preconceptions. He could not believe that a pure woman like Euphoria could have anything like lust.

But as a healthy woman, a lack of sexual curiosity was simply impossible.

Taking advantage of their privacy, the holy woman turned all her attention in the handsome young boy’s penis.

(Th-that feels good…)

The innocent boy could feel his penis throbbing like never before as the young woman’s sweaty hand toyed with it.

“Oh, what do I do? The tip is peeling back…”

His manhood grew ever larger and finally the thin skin covering the head peeled back, revealing the tip. However, it had not peeled back on its own.

Euphoria had deemed him a child based on his appearance and his penis was indeed still a child’s.

But the holy woman had lost all control of herself.

She gulped and reached for the partially-peeled foreskin.

“Ah, it’s peeling back…”

“!?”

The air stung when it reached the uncovered head for the first time, but even that pain felt good now.

“Phew…”

Euphoria gave a heated sigh as she stared down at the pink flesh she had revealed.

Not only was Hilcruz’s penis hard and erect, but his entire body stiffened as if erect.

A clear liquid flowed without end from the hole at the tip and the entire manhood glistened wetly.

“Ah, it’s all dirty. I need to clean it up…”

Euphoria probably saw it as an excuse to touch the penis all she wanted. She pulled out a silk handkerchief and grabbed the erect manhood with far less restraint than before. She began wiping off the head.

She thoroughly wiped away the smegma built up below the head.

(Th-this is embarrassing…)

Having such a beautiful young woman pull back his foreskin and wipe away the smegma was unimaginably embarrassing. And the more he writhed in embarrassment, the more aroused he became, the harder his penis grew, and the more precum flowed out.

“Wh-what do I do? No matter how much I wipe it up, it won’t get clean. This clear liquid keeps flowing out of the tip…”

Euphoria acted confused, but there was blatant arousal in her voice.

“Ahh, it’s as hard as a rock. And it’s throbbing so much. What should I…what should I do?”

She may not have been aware, but her light purple eyes were filled with an almost oily light.

She was entirely lost in the situation.

She had completely forgotten about her surroundings as she played with the penis.

“Kh…”

Hilcruz felt pleasurable pain as the silk and fingertips kneaded the sensitive uncovered head. All the nerves in his body focused on his penis. And then the explosion came.

“Khhhhhh!!!”

Hilcruz groaned and thrust his hips up.

The manhood contained in the holy woman’s hand throbbed like crazy, the head swelled wide, and the hole at the tip opened up.

A surge of warmth raced up the flesh tube.

“Ah!?”

Euphoria must have noticed the change in the penis she held because her eyes widened.

The liquid erupted out with such force that it escaped through gaps in the silk cloth surrounding the head.

The milky liquid scattered in midair and created white polka dots on the holy woman’s dress-like red habit and even reached her white cheeks that seemed made of marble.

Euphoria let go of the penis, scooped up some of the sticky liquid slowly dripping down her left cheek, and stared at it in a daze.

“Th-this is…s-semen… S-such a strong smell…”

The choking male scent filled the small carriage. Being soaked in a young male’s fluid seemed to have eaten into the noble holy woman’s mind.

She leaned limply back into her seat while her large chest rose and fell from heavy breathing.

Hilcruz’s head still lay half-conscious on her lap.

(That felt amazing… But this has to be a dream. That goddess of a woman would never do that…)

As he let the pleasant afterglow of ejaculation wash over him, his mind blacked out once more.