"The Saint has awakened."
A voice said this beside me as I opened my eyes.
What I saw was a wooden ceiling, like that of a log house. Where am I?
...And who is this Saint?
As I sat up and looked around, I saw a slender young man in a thin white robe standing by the bed I had been sleeping in.
"Good morning, Emily. We are honored that you accepted our invitation."
Emily is indeed my name.
His silver hair sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the window.
(Invitation? Honored?)
What on earth is he talking about? It must have shown on my face, as the young man answered.
"I met you in your dream. You were surrounded by muscular men, so I invited you to a world where you could engage in daily sexual activities with such men."
I do remember having such a dream. It was probably when I was playing an otome game with a lot of muscular men.
I remember it, but it was just a dream.
He bowed his head respectfully.
"My name is Alphonse Mueller. This is the temple in the royal capital."
According to Alphonse, in this world, there are creatures that often go berserk due to miasma, and there are many strong men who specialize in exterminating them. However, these men get infected with the miasma to varying degrees, and to calm and purify it, they need the bodily fluids of a Saint.
For the men, drinking it, making mucous membrane contact, or even just touching it is effective.
The Saints are generally women invited from another world, and some come here only in spirit while their bodies sleep, while others are reincarnated here.
I seem to be the former.
"Before you, we brought a woman who claimed to be a face connoisseur from another world to become a Saint, but she left saying 'It's best to just look at handsome men,' so we were short-handed."
Face connoisseur. I ruminated on the term.
Indeed, this young man named Alphonse looked like a delicate bisque doll. His skin was as smooth as porcelain, and his eyes shone like glass beads.
He was a different type of handsome man compared to those in my world. If most people in this world looked like this, then yes, they might indeed be a collection of beauties.
And on top of that, they are all muscular.
Imagining men with beautiful faces and sturdy bodies made my heart race.
But isn't this too good to be true?
"By the way, is there any downside or risk for me?"
"If you have any resistance to engaging with various men, that could be considered a downside...
But those who only move in spirit do not experience physical fatigue."
Alphonse looked at me as if to say, "You're okay with that, right?"
"Well, if that's all..."
Alphonse nodded and snapped his fingers.
Then the door opened, and a woman in a white robe similar to Alphonse's entered the room, pushing a cart. On the cart were a white robe and a metal pot about the size of both hands.
"Please change into these clothes. Do you need any help?"
"Oh, no! I can do it myself!"
Alphonse smiled brightly at my answer. It was a smile that would have flowers blooming in the background if this were a shoujo manga.
"Once you are dressed, please bring the pot to the room across the hall. It contains lubricant, so use it if necessary."
With that, he disappeared outside the door.
Left alone, I picked up the clothes on the cart. They felt as smooth as silk. They seemed to be a one-piece dress that you just slip on.
I quickly changed and realized something.
The length is short. It was so short that even a miniskirt wouldn't be this short. There was no underwear, and the chest area was cut open vertically.
My body seemed to be true to my real-world self, with neither large nor small breasts, but without a bra, they felt uncomfortably loose and jiggly.
(Seriously... Is this what a 'Saint' is in this world? What does 'Saint' even mean...)
There's no point in complaining. I have no choice but to go to the room across the hall.
For me, this is like a continuation of a dream. What is there to hesitate about?
I gently placed my hand on the doorknob and opened it to find two men already waiting. Their eyes gleamed.
Compared to Alphonse, they had slightly wilder faces, but they were still undeniably handsome in an otherworldly way.
And as promised, both were muscular. One was a burly giant, and the other was a bit slimmer but still had an athletic build.
They were wearing thin bathrobe-like clothes, but their physiques were clearly visible.
(Wow... This might be promising...)
As I swallowed hard, the burly, bald man in front reached out with his dark arm. His upper arms and shoulders were particularly well-developed and thick. He grabbed my wrists and pinned me against the wall. Then he pressed his lips against mine.
When he prodded my lips with his tongue, I lightly stuck out my tongue, and he licked it with the tip of his tongue.
After a few seconds, he pulled his face away.
"Sorry for being so sudden. My name is Cain. I was so excited to finally meet the Saint."
His unexpectedly gentle tone eased my tension.
"My brother is impatient. Saint, this way."
The man with silver-blond hair tied back, who had been standing behind, answered. He was slimmer than the bald man, now known as Cain, but his arms and legs were also tightly toned.
"My name is Siegfried. Nice to meet you."
Siegfried led me to the edge of the bed and sat me down. He placed the pot I was holding on a small table next to the bed.
"Well then, shall we begin?"
Siegfried knelt in front of me and ran his hand along my thigh, which was already exposed due to the short length of the dress. His fingers quickly reached my bush since I wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Oh... It's already wet here."
"Ah."
With a squelching sound, his long middle finger entered deep inside. There was a sound of air being sucked in.
It was embarrassing to realize that I had gotten completely wet from the earlier forceful kiss.
"Please take care of me as well."
Cain climbed onto the bed and brought his lower body close to my face.
"Wow..."
I couldn't help but voice my surprise at its size. The thing in front of me was red and black, with veins bulging.
I remembered Alphonse's words. Bodily fluids. So that's what this is about.
I tried my best to open my mouth wide and took it in. I heard a gasping sound from above. I moved my tongue inside my mouth, licking from the tip to the underside.
"Mmm... Thank you..."
I heard Cain's groaning voice.
This time, I took it deep into my throat and moved my head up and down. With a lewd sound, saliva and some other fluid overflowed from my mouth.
Looking at Cain's thigh out of the corner of my eye, I could see the powerful thigh muscles tensing, showing that he was enduring the pleasure.
Meanwhile, Siegfried lifted my legs, so I looked in his direction. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that his forearms were more prominent than his upper arms.
I wondered if he practiced archery, and my thoughts wandered for a moment.
"It seems we won't need the holy oil."
Siegfried glanced at the pot he had placed beside him and brought his face closer to my crotch.
"Huff, huff!"
A slippery sensation attacked my private parts. It was his tongue.
But with Cain's thing blocking my throat, I couldn't make a sound.
"As I thought. It's overflowing... Just licking it seems to purify it."
As he said this, he sucked even harder. The sensitive area was being sucked into his thin lips.
Lewd sounds echoed. Siegfried licked persistently as if he didn't want to miss a single drop.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure. When he lightly bit the area, I felt a gush of love juices from inside. Then he slurped it up noisily.
At the same time, the finger rubbing my inner walls provided such intense stimulation that I couldn't bear it, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to endure the wave of pleasure.
But as Cain forcefully violated my mouth, I faltered and suddenly lost strength, feeling warm liquid gush out from my lower abdomen.
"Wonderful, to be able to taste such bodily fluids..."
Siegfried licked up the spilled liquid with his tongue.
"Sieg, that's a bit unfair. Let me be the one to engage."
"Alright. Let's switch places."
Siegfried and Cain switched places, and Cain grabbed my thighs firmly.
"Excuse me."
With that, Cain thrust his hips forward.
With a loud squelching sound, his meat rod pierced into me.
The pressure and mass, unlike anything I had ever experienced, made me scream.
It didn't hurt, but it was suffocating.
"Cough."
I couldn't help but let out a breath.
"Sorry, does it hurt?"
"No, it's okay. I'm getting used to it..."
"Heh, if you say that, my brother will get carried away."
Siegfried laughed near my head and pushed his thing into my mouth.
It was a bit smaller than Cain's, but still more than enough.
With a bit more room, I opened my eyes and looked up at Siegfried, seeing his toned oblique muscles through the gap in his robe, and I couldn't help but be enchanted.
Cain's movements gradually became larger, and I just let myself be carried by them.
Cain's large body hugged me tightly, almost crushing me, and I surrendered to the intense rhythm.
Sweat stuck my hair to my forehead, and his eyes, staring intently at me, were filled with passion.
Just seeing that expression made my heart flutter, and I unconsciously tightened around him.
And I was about to reach my limit.
Unable to resist the pleasure coursing through my body, I trembled violently and squeezed tightly around Cain's thing inside me.
Immediately, I felt it throb and fill me with hot liquid.
Feeling it pulse and release inside me repeatedly, I felt fulfilled.
In a daze, I sucked Siegfried's thing in my mouth hard.
In response, Siegfried thrust into my throat. It was momentarily painful, but as I felt the hot liquid flow into my throat, a smile naturally formed on my face.
(...More)
Just as I was about to reach out, there was a knock on the door.
"It's about time. We would appreciate it if you could consider withdrawing."
It was Alphonse's polite but forceful voice.
"Sigh, I guess we have to go. Let's pull out."
"Yeah."
Cain and Siegfried got off the bed and adjusted their disheveled clothes.
Since I hadn't taken off my clothes, I just lightly tugged at the hem and sat on the edge of the bed, watching them absentmindedly.
Eventually, they thanked me politely and left the room. Alphonse came in as they left.
He knelt in front of me and carefully wiped my body with a wet towel.
"It seems you can continue for a while longer."
As he wiped my sticky mouth, Alphonse smiled.
"Yes, it's not bad."
Fin.
