“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Saintess! Did I make you uncomfortable? If you tell me which part was uncomfortable, I’ll be more careful next time…!”

“What? No. You must have misunderstood.”

When Arban knelt and lowered his head to apologize, Eluaz was startled and hastily denied it.

Perhaps thanks to the Saintess buff, her voice came out calm, like she was saying, ‘I forgive your sins,’ paired with a gentle smile, but inside, she was very flustered.

She only repeated inwardly, ‘What? No, no! That’s not it!’ For while she was a pervert, she was not human trash.

Even as Eluaz told him it was fine, Arban kept apologizing in a voice that sounded like he might cry at any moment.

She could not bear to watch him blaming himself, so she forced a smile and took back what she had said.

“Please continue, Priest Arban. You did very well.”

Thanks to her quick recovery, Arban let out a sigh of relief and finished with utmost care. His touch was truly impeccable.

If only Eluaz weren’t a pervert.

Her head already full of impure thoughts, she had to make an effort to think good, wholesome thoughts until the end of the bath with the pure and diligent Arban right before her.

***

“As expected, priests won’t do.”

Having finished her bath and feeling fresh, Eluaz lay down on the bed in a crisp white saint’s robe, sniffing lightly as she muttered.

It wasn’t as if the place had been filthy when she first arrived in the Holy Empire, but while she had been bathing, someone had replaced the bed sheets with clean ones, making their texture and scent incomparable.

It was also clear that they had tried to decorate the room where the Saintess stayed as best they could. Not only had they brought in luxurious furniture donated by the faithful, but also precious relics radiating holy power.

But none of that appealed to Eluaz. Not because she was frugal by nature, far from it.

“Hah, instead of relics, they should’ve brought me toys.”

A vibrator with a piston function, or an electric massager like the ones often seen in adult videos, or at the very least, a sturdy dildo.

Of course, such things didn’t exist in a romance fantasy world.

Well, maybe they did, if some perverted mage made one.

A dildo covered in tanned leather with magic stones embedded to make it move automatically would be perfect. Or perhaps small beads imbued with magic to vibrate finely, several placed inside to stimulate different spots.

‘Ugh, so what if they exist? They’d never put something like that in the Saintess’s room.’

Eluaz let out a deep sigh, feeling regret over letting such a golden opportunity slip away.

“Next time, I must target a paladin.”

In any case, her taste leaned more toward paladins than priests.

A physique and stamina honed by daily training! Unlike priests, who only offered prayers.

Since all of them had handsome faces anyway, it was only natural to prefer a man with a great body too. Maybe then she could finally do that position she had only dreamed of.

The one where he slips thick arms under her calves, effortlessly lifting her body, and aligns a throbbing penis with her entrance to thrust in!

It goes deeper than in the prone position, and even if the excessive pleasure made her instinctively try to pull away, she wouldn’t be able to escape at all!

The position where he supports her buttocks with both hands, lifts her lightly upward, then slams her down in one motion—making her worry if it’s going into her womb, or if her insides might pop out—the ‘being lifted and pounded’!

“Sir Antoine… was it?”

She recalled the knight who had been standing outside her door.

Antoine, the commander who was to be her escort. From the glimpse she had gotten of his forearms as he entered the room, it seemed entirely possible.

All that remained was for his penis to be thick and long enough, but that could be confirmed after getting him undressed.

“Haa.”

Eluaz couldn’t hold back any longer.

To cool her body’s heat somehow, she quickly slipped her small hand inside her white saint’s robe.

Though she had changed into fresh underwear after the bath, her panties were already soaked through with love juices.

She tossed them aside, then cupped one full breast in one hand while the other hand toyed with her sex, dripping wet between her legs.

“Hnn…”

She closed her eyes and imagined herself in the arms of Sir Antoine outside her door.

As if he were licking them with his tongue, she gently rubbed her nipples with her fingertips, while her index and middle fingers parted the tender folds to find and tease her clitoris.

“Haa, so good…”

Lacking toys, she made do with her own hands, but her body was befitting a female lead in a 19+ hardcore web novel—extremely sensitive.

If just her slender fingers felt this good, she could hardly imagine how incredible the real thing would be.

Simply circling her clitoris was enough to coat her fingers with her juices, and her breathing gradually grew heavier.

The body that had never been touched by anyone until she slept with the crown prince in the original was far too precious to leave untouched until then.

Deciding to devour the paladins had been the right choice.

Of course, the high priest also had an unusually sturdy build for a priest, which matched her tastes, but remembering Arban made her doubt he would ever touch her.

‘Sir Antoine must have calluses from wielding a sword, right?’

Imagining how good it would feel if those fingers touched her made her body burn hotter.

Unable to resist, Eluaz slid her fingers into her wet entrance.

Compared to the penis she desired, her fingers were pitifully thin and short, but she still felt the intense foreign sensation as her walls clenched tightly.

That didn’t mean she had any intention of stopping. From the start, she hadn’t begun with the idea of settling for something light.

“Ugh!”

A small pain was felt, but she continued to scrape along the inner walls as if scooping up the endlessly pooling love juices inside, and once she had grown accustomed to it, she began to move in circles within, gradually increasing the motion.

As expected of the body of a female lead in a 19+ hardcore web novel, the pleasure that soon washed over her far surpassed the pain.

“Haa! Hnng…!”

She reached climax with ease, but naturally, Eluaz was not satisfied. Her lower hole twitched, craving greater pleasure.

No matter how many more times she did it, she didn’t think this thirst would be quenched.

What she wanted was not merely poking around the outer entrance with such fingers.

Should she say that one must mingle bodies with her to receive a blessing?

No, what if she then had to bless people she didn’t even like?

Then should she say that by divine revelation, young and handsome paladins must enter the Saintess’s bedchamber one at a time each day?

That was no good either.

The goddess would never give such an oracle, and no one would believe it. If she were accused of impersonating God, she might be struck down.

“Ah, deeper… deeper… Hnnng!”

A pleading sound escaped her lips on its own, but the only one who could hear that voice was Eluaz herself.

She had to find a way, any way. At this rate, she truly felt she might dry up and die.

***

That early evening, unlike the simple meals usually served as frugally as those of commoners, the table was piled high with lavish dishes.

Because it was a meal for the Saintess, God’s representative, they had even brought in a chef from outside, used expensive ingredients without restraint, and prepared a variety of dishes in case she might enjoy them.

“Does it suit your taste?”

“Yes, it’s delicious.”

When Eluaz nodded and chewed her food, swallowing it, smiles finally appeared on the faces of the priests who had been watching anxiously.

Then, starting with the high priest, simple self-introductions were made one by one.

“Greetings, Saintess. I am Antoine du Rochefort, in charge of your protection. Please call me Antoine.”

“Please call me Theodore.”

“Lucien.”

There were so many knights that she worried whether she could remember them all. Still, she made sure to remember a few whose looks drew her attention.

‘Why are there only handsome men? There isn’t a single female priest or knight?’

If asked whether she liked it or not, of course she liked it. There wasn’t even an unattractive or average-looking man among them.

They said holy power was granted only to those chosen by God, but it seemed the standard might be based on appearance.

Most priests were elegantly handsome, while many paladins were ruggedly good-looking.

“Sir Marcel, you look quite young.”

“I turned twenty this year.”

The last to be introduced was Sir Marcel.

With his youthful face, she had thought she shouldn’t touch him, but the moment she learned he was an adult, she canceled that thought.

After all, if he was an adult, it was all the same.

“Is everyone here an adult?”

“Yes. Holy power usually manifests after the age of twenty.”

“I see.”

The high priest kindly explained.

To enter the Holy Empire, one must have holy power, and since it usually appeared after becoming an adult, it was rare to find anyone underage here.

Eluaz inwardly rejoiced.

‘Then that means I can have them all! Who should I go for first? I need to target them quickly, one by one, if I want to get them all together.’