The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

The conversation with the saintess was quite interesting.

There was something cute about Eileen, her golden eyes sparkling as she looked at me.

“Was there really a tradition of deceiving freshmen in each school of magic?  Our order has something similar!  A fake novice is used against the new priests… .”

She would show agreement at the end of each of my sentences, or

“Have you really been to the Northern Mountain Range? They say the snow at the top doesn’t melt even in summer, is that true?”

show curiosity about places she hadn’t been to, or

“I also have something I want to do. To adventure throughout the continent like mercenaries or adventurers. I’ve heard that there are many fascinating kingdoms outside the Empire.  Like the dwarven kingdom that creates self-moving steel golems using amazing machinery, or the noble elves who live centered around the World Tree, or the Beastman Federation where various races have formed a union. I want to visit all the kingdoms with civilizations completely different from the Empire.”

She would also talk about her dreams.

She was easier to talk to than I expected.

She was more open-minded than I thought, without any closed-off aspects.

From just a short conversation, I could understand why she was chosen as a saintess.

She was inherently good.

Because she was good, even after all that time spent worrying alone, she still possessed a pure heart.

Since this person, who enjoyed talking so much, couldn’t talk to anyone because of a wall forcibly created by her abilities, she must have been very frustrated.

I think I understood why she had the desire to chat with someone.

Of course, separate from that, I didn’t think this matter would be resolved with just a short chat.

Because the saintess was lewd?

No.

How could I, who didn’t even know why the saintess remained silent, know if she was lewd or not?

The reason I was certain was because of the nature of this magic circle.

Unless the user’s sexual desire was completely satisfied, the magic circle usually wouldn’t stop the vision.

Perhaps it was because I realized that the surroundings hadn’t changed even after talking for quite a long time.

Or perhaps it was because we had become a little closer through our long conversation.

The saintess’s demeanor began to change slightly.

Her face flushed slightly, and her gaze, unlike before, was moist.

In her glance at me, I felt a strange current, different from before.

A gaze completely different from the innocent look I felt earlier.

I knew well that it was a different kind of desire.

Something more intimate and suggestive than the desire to talk.

“Sh-should we try it, then?”

I saw the saintess say this in a shy voice.

“Are you serious?”

I pointed to my body.

It was the appearance of a devil, obvious to anyone.

The very act of sacrilege, completely unbefitting a saintess.

Of course.

[Saintess Eileen’s Desire: To be sacrilegiously defiled by a devil]

Even though this phrase did make my eyes dizzy, I never imagined the saintess would be the one to suggest it first.

Because I naturally thought she would have an aversion to devils.

I had been trying to set the mood and lead, but…

‘Was that sacrilege genuine?’

Oh, Goddess.

Your messenger has fallen this far.

The saintess nodded.

“If… if this is the only way out… I have to.”

“You said you didn’t want to leave a moment ago.”

“That was then… but…”

The saintess hesitated, fidgeting with her fingers.

“I can’t stay in this illusion forever.”

It wasn’t a wrong statement.

No matter how perfectly constructed, this was an illusion.

It wasn’t reality, so she couldn’t stay here forever.

“Once we start, I won’t stop halfway. No, I can’t stop halfway.  Your desires, hidden deep within your heart, will be revealed through the magic circle and further amplified.”

“…Does that mean my desires will be visible?”

“It’s not just visible, you’ll experience those desires.”

“I see.”

“And I will act accordingly. That’s how the illusion will end.”

“…Understood. I’m prepared.”

I wondered if she needed to be prepared to face her own desires.

But if her desire truly was sacrilege…

‘It’s unavoidable.’

Then there was no reason to hesitate any longer.

“Alright. Let’s begin. I’ll act like a real devil.”

As I got up from my seat, the saintess looked up at me and swallowed hard.

And I tore at her priestess uniform.

Rip!

At the same time, the large breasts hidden beneath the priestess uniform swelled and were revealed.

“Kyaak!”

“Finally got you.”

I grabbed her wrist as she frantically tried to escape, and pushed her towards the altar.

Thump!

As the saintess’s body hit the altar, her rosy nipples and luscious breasts heaved up and down.

“Do you know how much I struggled to catch you? Because of that damned utterance, even the Demon Lord died!”

“W-wait a minute, Max…”

“Shut up. The Max you knew is dead.”

At those words, the saintess’s gaze, looking up at me, wavered.

“I’m the first to grab these huge boobs that even the Demon Lord couldn’t get.”

I squeezed her breasts.

“W-wait a minute.  Hng!”

“I thought you wouldn’t know anything. Our saintess is more sensitive than I thought.”

“N-no. That’s not it…”

“Or are you already in heat, captivated by my body?”

“Th-that’s…”

The saintess couldn’t refute and turned her head to the side.

The way she bit her lip was like…

“Did I hit the mark?”

“…”

She didn’t answer.

But her expression spoke volumes.

That what I said was true.

***

Eileen looked up at Max, or rather, the devil, who had cornered her.

Unlike before, his eyes were now slit vertically.

Like a real devil.

His muscular physique, the horns sprouting from his head, his rough actions, and cheap talk.

It was a perfect appearance, so perfect that you would believe he was a real devil.

A little rougher than the ideal devil she envisioned, but it was already enough to excite her.

The devil, who had pierced through all the holy knights and priests protecting her, freeing the saintess herself from the shackles of sainthood, was the desire she had longed for.

“Or are you already in heat, captivated by my body?”

She couldn’t deny the devil’s words.

It was the truth.

The saintess had been excited by the devil’s solid body for a long time.

The pectoral muscles and cleavage visible through his unbuttoned shirt, the biceps and veins revealed beneath his short shirt.

His bronze skin and the horns that gave off a sense of wickedness.

There’s a common belief that devils transform themselves into the most attractive form for their target to seduce them.

The devil before her was exactly that.

A form tailored to Eileen’s preferences, solely to captivate her.

An irresistible, demonic charm.

“Haah, haah.”

Thump, thump.

Her breath grew ragged, her heartbeat faster.

Eileen couldn’t meet the devil’s gaze for even a moment.

She felt like she would fall for his temptation the moment she did.

She turned her head and looked at the statue of the goddess, still on the altar, offering a prayer.

“G-Goddess.”

Knowing that there was no power in the small, thin statue, smaller than a portable water bottle, Eileen trembled, but clasped her hands together.

Like a model saint.

She knew the goddess wouldn’t hear her.

Just like her utterance didn’t work in this illusion.

“That goddess seems to want you to be defiled, doesn’t she?”

The devil’s voice, full of mockery.

Every time that voice struck her eardrums, Eileen flinched.

“If there is a god, maybe she’ll bestow her grace again, preventing you from having your breasts licked.”

The devil licked her nipple, as if to show off, while clutching her breast.

Of course, there was no divine grace.

The devil smiled triumphantly as he licked her breast.

In this situation, all Eileen could do was…

“Hng!”

Let out a moan like a sob.

In the sacred altar of the prayer room where she usually recited prayers, Eileen…

“Hng, st-stop… w-wait, kyaat!”

Let out a cry of pleasure.

For her, who had never touched her own nipples, the sensation of someone else’s hand gripping and licking her nipples was too stimulating.

The pleasure she felt for the first time pierced her spine and brain.

A shiver ran down her back where the pleasure surged.

Her lower abdomen grew hot.

Her head spun from the unfamiliar sensation.

It felt like she was floating, her heart beating faster.

This is strange.

It feels good.

I should hate being violated by a devil.

Why does it feel so good?

Her lower abdomen began to throb with her heartbeat.

The feeling of blood rushing downwards was unfamiliar.

It was the same sensation she felt whenever she imagined being rescued by others.

Her lower abdomen tingled, her breath grew ragged.

Even without doing anything, her body grew hot and tired, that unfamiliar sensation.

Her waist twitched.

Her pelvis began to bounce up and down, as if dancing.

It wasn’t something Eileen was doing intentionally.

Her body moved reflexively.

“Eugh…”

Seeing the saintess shaking her waist on her own, the devil, who was holding and shaking her breasts, looked at her with a mocking smile.

“Oh my, you’re already in heat, dancing on your own. Who would think this is the saintess who defeated the Demon Lord?”

Even with his insulting words, the saintess couldn’t answer.

She understood why the order classified carnal pleasure as the emotion that should be most guarded against.

This pleasure was too devilish.

Even the saintess was surrendering to ecstasy.

“If the other saints saw you surrendering to a devil, they’d probably chase you out as a heretic.”

“Haa, haa, n-no. I’m…”

“No?”

The devil cut her off and forcibly tore off her priestess uniform.

The white priestess uniform, a symbol of purity, was torn, revealing the white panties hidden beneath.

The panties, soiled beyond the point of being called pure, drenched in vaginal fluid.

“Are you still going to say no after seeing this?”

“N-no. This is…”

The devil’s fingers went towards her lower body.

Creak.

“Hng!”

An exhilarating pleasure, incomparable to the feeling of having her breasts touched, stimulated Eileen’s body.

Eileen’s body twitched uncontrollably, her small hands clenching.

The devil, who had touched the edge of her panties, raised his hand, showing her the wet finger.

“This is all the pussy juice that flowed from our saintess’s pussy.  Just by sucking your nipples, you’re this wet, meaning you’re a very lewd woman, isn’t that right?”

A slippery, viscous liquid stretched like threads between the devil’s fingers.

Eileen couldn’t take her eyes off the devil as he wiggled his finger, creating a suggestive atmosphere.

She knew when such liquid flowed.

Whenever she had lewd, or rather, immoral thoughts, it would come out from between her legs.

It usually just dampened her panties, but…

Not only her panties, but it was so much that it even got on the devil’s hand?

“N-no.”

“Since the Goddess is watching, show it off proudly.  Say you’re a lewd woman who leaks pussy juice.”

At the devil’s words, pointing to the statue of the goddess, Eileen closed her mouth tightly.

She couldn’t say anything.

Because there wasn’t a single lie in what the devil said.

“If you don’t like that, take off your panties yourself.”

“Ta-take them off?”

“Yes.”

Declaring herself a lewd woman in front of the goddess, and taking off her panties.

Both were things she absolutely couldn’t do, but if she had to choose one…

“I-I’ll take off my panties…”

Eileen bit her lip and grabbed the panty straps.

And the panties slowly descended.

Following her touch, the panties came down, and a white, transparent vaginal fluid created a lewd thread as it dripped between her legs.

Unaware of this, Eileen finished taking off her panties and covered her crotch with her hand.

“Is-is that alright?”

“Good job. You discarded the option of not doing either and took off your panties.  The saintess who must maintain her virginity.”

“Th-that’s because you…”

“Isn’t it strange to believe a devil’s words? You should naturally refuse a devil’s temptation.”

The devil suddenly approached.

“Should I take this as a sign that you’re willingly giving up your virginity?”

“Wh-what?”

The devil’s face came close to hers.

“You’ll lose your power as a saintess and become an ordinary woman as you’re defiled by me.”

The seductive voice, whispering in her ear, was sweet.

Eileen looked up.

She saw the devil’s face smiling and tempting her.

“Suck it.”

And his dick, which she didn’t know when he’d taken off his pants, was standing proudly.

It was a different kind of statue from the goddess she worshipped.

Eileen, mesmerized by the devil’s dick, collapsed.

“Aaah.”

And she wasn’t strong enough to resist the temptation before her.

As the devil commanded, Eileen took his large dick into her mouth.

The taste of that wickedness was too sweet.