It can’t be. It surely isn’t. That’s impossible. Let’s not think about it.

The Saintess felt like she was going to faint at the sight of the dark, cavernous tunnel before her eyes and the ceaseless, wet slurping sounds ringing in her ears. She shook her purple half-twintails desperately, trying to deny reality.

"Right! It can’t be! It isn’t real! How could a woman... shove a sword into her own... a-assh... anus?!"

— "Huu, huhuhu... No way... To think the day would come when I, Elxxxxxxx, would shove a sword into my own asshole like this..."

Whenever the woman tried to say her own name, static interference buzzed through, blocking it out. But that wasn’t the main issue.

More than the static, it was the familiar female voice that chimed in every time the Saintess tried to compose herself. Violet eventually stopped denying it and was forced to accept the truth.

The woman currently leaking these lewd, nasal whines while making those wet noises was, without a doubt, stuffing something up her own ass.

"It is just ’something’... Something... Not a sword."

Of course, she absolutely refused to acknowledge the fact that it was a sword. Furthermore, she didn’t want to admit that her consciousness was currently embedded inside the anus of this unknown woman.

But how long could such a flimsy delusion last?

Eventually, the Saintess bit her lip and accepted it.

She had to. Because that object was a keepsake of her brothers who had departed to the Goddess’s side.

It was a Crusader’s sword, forged with the soul of a master artisan. The moment she admitted that this holy weapon was currently being defiled inside a lewd woman’s asshole, she felt she might lose her composure entirely.

Although the artisan’s rage was transmitting through the connection even now, the Saintess gritted her teeth and ignored it.

"I knew they were vulgar people, but to think they would defile the keepsakes of the departed...!"

This went beyond simply insulting the dead.

To insult the brothers who died by the hands of this woman and that suspicious man... To insult the Crusaders, the Goddess’s swords... To insult the elder who forged them, and ultimately the Goddess who guided her to bestow these blades... It was an act of blasphemy that would incur the wrath of heaven and earth.

Schlick, Slurp, Squelch.

— "To think I can grip it so tight like this... Kuh, it’s so slippery with Master’s semen... But as a Sow Knight, I must overcome such trials..."

"Hiiick?!"

Was she not even allowed a moment to be indignant? At the resumption of the woman’s depraved acts, the Saintess, who had been quietly fuming just seconds ago, jerked her body back and released the crystal ball like a hamster spotting a predator.

Immediately, the dark, fleshy cave that had been flickering before her eyes vanished, replaced by the familiar sight of her office.

However, her relief was short-lived. The Saintess clutched her pounding chest and gasped for breath.

She needed to verify what she had just heard.

"S-Semen? If it’s semen, that’s definitely... what animals need to make offspring... the material required to make a baby..."

As a Saintess serving the Goddess, there was a doctrine of maintaining purity. Moreover, the Commander of the Holy Knights, Christia, always attended to her, so Violet had never even held hands with a boy, let alone had any experience with men.

And yet, out of nowhere—assholes and semen...

Her face burned so hot she couldn’t think straight, overwhelmed by anger for her brothers and the unfamiliar emotion of lust washing over her.

"C-Come to think of it, I heard about this... When beasts m-mate, they do it through that place... the a-assh... the anus!"

Of course, she was thinking of the mating habits of birds, who used a cloaca—a single orifice for both reproduction and excretion. But as mentioned, the Saintess, who blushed at lewd words like a pubescent boy, had no way of knowing the proper mechanics of human intercourse.

Under the pretext that they couldn’t let the pure and chaste Saintess be exposed to information that might incite the sin of lust, she had never received proper sex education.

But human curiosity is not something that bypasses someone just because they are a Saintess.

They had to ensure the Saintess, chosen by the Goddess for the first time in centuries, didn’t lose her virginity out of mere curiosity.

Therefore, church officials, including Christia, thoroughly blocked information regarding sexual knowledge and censored every book within the church.

But the world is unpredictable.

Who knew the Saintess would become curious about the birds playing in the courtyard and pick up a book on avian ecology that had been left in the library, deemed harmless?

Who could have predicted that from such a book, the Saintess would gain a meager, twisted understanding of sexual knowledge?

Who would have expected that the Saintess, who only knew that "holding hands in the same room makes a baby," would learn from a bird book that "inserting the organ and injecting semen makes a baby"—and apply that logic to humans?

They had tried so hard to block sexual curiosity, but a trivial curiosity in a different direction had turned all those efforts into foam in a single moment.

If there was a silver lining, it was that the book didn’t detail human intercourse, so she hadn’t yet stepped into the advanced curriculum of penises and vaginas.

The misfortune was that the Saintess, who currently recognized "Bird Reproduction = Baby Making Method" and possessed the shallow knowledge that "Bird Reproduction = All Living Things" Reproduction, had seen Eleonora.

Not just anyone, but Eleonora, who had abandoned everything to fall into depravity due to a cock. And she had heard her explicit words: that there was semen inside her asshole.

"Does she really put semen in her anus to make a baby...?!"

It was just one book and a bit of trivial curiosity.

But that incorrect sexual knowledge, born from a book left alone because it seemed safe and a curiosity about cute birds, had now been completely cemented in her mind by Eleonora’s single sentence.

"T-That means... isn’t that woman currently ramming a sword into her most important bodily organ...?!"

In other words, to the Saintess, Eleonora appeared to be shoving a blade into the baby-making organ—the part of the body a woman should cherish above all else.

"Huaaaah...?!"

The Saintess steadied her spinning mind through a prayer to the Goddess and spoke.

"Phew... Yes. Perhaps that woman defiling my brothers there is also walking the wrong path due to that wicked corruption. No, surely that is the case."

Wasn’t saving lost lambs the very mission the Goddess had bestowed upon her?

Arming her mind with faith and a sense of duty rising from deep within her chest, the Saintess slowly reached out to the crystal ball again to connect her consciousness.

"Then, first, I must find out who that woman is..."

The strange static that interfered every time the woman tried to say her name suggested that this was the limit of what she was allowed to hear.

That meant the Saintess had to see the woman’s face or something else with her own eyes...

What to do? How do I do this? As the Saintess pondered while feeling her consciousness slowly connect to the sword, she muttered as if she had suddenly remembered something.

"There were... two swords!!"

That’s right. The first sword was in such a shocking location that she had momentarily forgotten, but there were indeed two swords. Two brothers had lost their lives there, so naturally, there would be two swords. Even when she tracked the wavelength of the souls, hadn’t she followed two distinct trails?

Amidst the slowly returning sounds of lewd moans and wet slurping noises, the Saintess connected her consciousness to the soul within the remaining sword.

Thinking that the clue to the woman, Eleonora’s, identity would surely be solved this time—

— "Every time I shake my ass, the hilt pushes up like it’s scratching the inside of my asshole... Puhuhu...♥"

"Heeeh?!"

There was an abalone in front of her eyes.

A lewd, pretty clam surrounded by platinum fur, gaping open its pink flesh as if starving, begging for food, and dripping thick, white saliva.

— "If I thrust like this? Indeed, this looks like I can only thrust while being lifted and fucked by Master... but if I lay Master down and spin my hips on top of him... Mmm, the stimulation in my asshole isn’t bad either."

"W-What is she doing?! What is that?!"

The place where the other sword lay was none other than between Eleonora’s legs.

It was placed directly at the crotch of Eleonora, who was currently rocking her hips back and forth, mimicking the waist movements of Rafe ravaging her like a beast from behind, swinging the sword buried in her asshole.

And the thing right in front of the Saintess’s nose was...!

"To think the place for peeing is twitching and chewing like that... Oh, oh my g-god...?!"

It was a sheer culture shock.

That pee-hole (pussy) was opening its mouth wide like that!

"M-Mine isn’t like that, so what is this?! Why is that urine-excreting organ doing that?!"

The Saintess, who knew nothing of men and women and barely understood the mating of beasts, could only label the pussy within her shallow knowledge as "the excretion organ for urinating."

— "As expected, since it’s not my sword, it’s a bit uncomfortable... No! As Master’s Sow Knight, I must know how to prepare for a sudden enemy attack even during sex with Master. Besides, unless it’s cowgirl position, the greatsword is practically sealed..."

Twitch.

Watching Eleonora’s pussy puckering and twitching right before her eyes, searching for a cock, the Saintess seemed to lose all her anger and composure, flustering and stammering incoherently.

"Aw..."

Yet, for some reason, her eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from Eleonora’s pussy.

"M-My place is shut tight, it doesn’t gape open like that...?! Is that what a mature woman’s excretion organ looks like?!"

The Saintess, at the flowery age of just becoming an adult.

Looking at Eleonora’s lewd flesh, thickened and ripened by receiving a male’s semen, the innocent Saintess muttered while staring at the fluttering, gaping pussy before her, unaware that she was slowly exhaling hot, feverish breaths.

"Christia’s place was shut tight like mine too... Even though she said she was an adult!"

The Saintess busily gulped down saliva, recalling Christia’s crotch she had seen when they bathed together. She didn’t know why, but every time she looked at that lewd abalone, her lower abdomen felt like it was catching fire.