The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

[Desire satisfied.]

[Dissipating illusion.]

Confirming my return to reality with the magic circle’s notification, I wiped the sweat trickling down my forehead.

“Whew.”

The floor was soiled with the white viscous fluid I’d scattered.

My dick, drenched in the Saintess’s saliva, pussyl fluids, and semen, remained stubbornly erect, as if still unsatisfied.

Calming the dick that threatened to stiffen again, I cast a cleanse spell, a purification magic, on both the Saintess and myself.

Whoosh!

Mana moved, washing away the impurities clinging to my body.

The same was true for the Saintess.

Her body, soaked in various bodily fluids, was cleansed, and I looked down at her naked form.

The distinct handprints and bite marks remaining on her breasts.

All were my handiwork.

Realizing that I, the one who left such marks—marks that should never exist—on the body of a Saintess who was supposed to be pure, a strange sense of conquest made my heart pound.

The beautiful, rosy-hued nipples blooming on the white-skinned hill were so alluring I wanted to keep exploring them.

‘Let’s suppress the worldly desires.’

I covered her body with clothes from the shop.

The Saintess’s priestly robes had already been ruthlessly torn to shreds by my hands.

There was no way I could put the tattered remains back on her.

“It’s a relief it ended safely.”

I don’t know how much effort I put into not inserting my dick into the Saintess’s real pussy.

While I did shove my dick into her mouth and violate her throat, it was unavoidable.

It was a build-up to make it feel real.

I rubbed my dick against her soaked vulva, massaging her breasts to create sensory confusion.

I also made her hold a goddess statue in her mouth to prevent her from properly feeling the sensations in her pussy.

The object she held in her mouth, believing it to be a goddess statue, was actually a dildo from the shop, but the Saintess didn’t know that.

She’ll feel guilty for defiling the goddess statue.

Thanks to this, even though Eileen’s pussy and uterus remained untouched, she perceived herself as being raped, and she came several times, thoroughly aroused.

Honestly, I barely managed to restrain myself from fucking her repeatedly.

How could I possibly resist when a naked Saintess was writhing before me, begging for my dick?

Which man wouldn’t be excited to see a woman revered as a saint by others become a slut, panting for him?

However, the last vestiges of my reason, clinging precariously, held me back.

Was I really going to take the Saintess’s virginity and become a public enemy of the Goddess Church?

‘That was a close call.’

If my dick had even slightly slipped and plunged into her pussy…

A chill ran down my spine.

“I held back well. Really.”

After covering Eileen’s unconscious body with a blanket, I approached the magic circle that had caused the anomaly to examine it.

I checked the results report of the magic circle that had been used on the Saintess.

How fast was the magic circle’s processing speed?

What was the mana consumption per hour?

Were there any bottlenecks in the process?

This report was to identify points of particularly high mana consumption.

Every time I activated the magic circle on a client, I checked the report.

The various figures shown in the report were quite stable.

Although the efficiency was lower than when I assisted the process, the figures were comparable.

Compared to when the magic circle had previously handled everything alone, the performance had improved by at least two times.

“You troublesome thing. Why did you suddenly evolve on your own? I just wanted to do a simple test, but you went ahead and activated yourself.”

It had calculated and activated the illusion on its own, without my assistance.

Of course, no other characters appeared, and the background was limited to the narrow church hall, but the fact that it had calculated on its own and there was not a single error until the end of the video was encouraging.

‘The only thing that’s changed is this golden pattern.’

The golden pattern that had appeared on the magic circle after exposure to holiness.

This holiness, imprinted by the Saintess, had improved the magic circle’s performance.

I’d never heard of holiness enhancing the performance of a magic circle.

In fact, the very idea of a magic circle accepting holiness was unprecedented.

Was it possible because the density of the Saintess’s holiness was overwhelming?

The performance improvement was undeniable.

Therefore, I needed to find out why this performance enhancement was possible, and what impact this change would have in the future.

‘Once is enough for it to suddenly go out of my control like today.’

No matter how good the magic circle’s performance became, if it continued to try to escape my control, it would be better to revert to the previous version.

Even a sharp sword is useless if you can’t wield it.

It could even cut me.

‘The sharper it is, the more devastating that one time could be.’

My master would have immediately identified the cause.

‘I miss you, Master.’

I wonder when I’ll get a reply.

I felt like I’d be busy checking the magic circle for a while.

***

Eileen had a pleasant dream.

-You no longer need to be a Saintess. Come with me.

It was a dream where the prince on a white horse she had longed for found her and told her she could relinquish her duties as a Saintess.

A dream of riding on the prince’s white horse and escaping with him to a beautiful castle.

“Ah.”

Realizing it was a dream, Eileen sighed.

Her sigh was thick with the holiness that had sealed her lips until now.

“……The holiness is still there.”

She muttered in a whisper.

It was a dream.

The events with the prince on a white horse.

And the events she experienced with Max in the illusion.

Just imagining it made her face flush.

Herself, embracing the devil and panting.

Herself, begging for a dick and defiling a goddess.

Herself, taking the goddess statue into her mouth and licking it as if licking a dick—all of it came flooding back.

‘I was crazy.’

It was the most ordinary conversation she’d had in a long time.

The other person, though appearing demonic on the surface, didn’t matter.

Just being able to converse made her happy.

This was thanks to her conviction that Max wasn’t a devil.

It was a comfortable conversation, the first human emotion she had felt.

That’s why.

The human emotions and lust that she, as a Saintess, should have suppressed, arose.

‘A momentary lapse in judgment.’

Now that the holiness had returned, she wouldn’t repeat such a mistake.

Is it true?

Do you really want to return to your original life?

An inner voice questioned.

‘No.’

She didn’t want to go back.

Knowing how good it felt to converse like a human being.

That’s when.

“Please have some.”

She raised her head at Max’s voice.

In his hand was a cup of warm jasmine tea.

“……Thank you.”

Replying in a barely audible voice, different from the one in the illusion, she bowed her head and took a sip.

It was warm.

It was the kind of taste that soothed her troubled heart.

Max sat beside the Saintess.

The slight awkwardness after sex.

Even though it was an illusion, they had shown each other their most private and intimate desires, creating a strange disconnect.

It was an awkward atmosphere Eileen had never experienced before.

With Max sitting beside her, the image of him transformed into a devil came to mind, and Eileen, embarrassed, could not speak, fidgeting with her teacup.

She waited for Max to speak.

“I didn’t take your virginity.”

“……Yes?”

“Your holiness should be intact. Even if showing desire is paramount, I don’t want to become an enemy of the church.”

“Ah……”

She already knew that her virginity was still preciously preserved.

Every word she spoke, the holiness emanating from her words, proved that Eileen was still a pure virgin.

Of course, her mind could no longer be called pure, but at least her body was still clean and untouched.

She knew.

That Max wouldn’t truly violate her.

Unlike the revelation, he wasn’t a real devil, nor a monster who had come to capture a Saintess.

He wasn’t a follower of the Goddess Church, nor a heretic.

She felt a pang of regret.

Because she had wished he would truly take her virginity.

Eileen looked at him with cautious eyes.

“…Do you regret it?”

“Regret what?”

“…Seeing my desires. You must be disappointed. A person like me being a saint……”

“What is there to regret? Everyone has desires.”

Max, after taking a sip of tea, continued.

“On the contrary, it was good. I felt that the Saintess is just like me, a human being.”

“…….”

“How was it for you, Saintess? Did you like our shop’s illusion video?”

Eileen slowly nodded.

“…It was good.”

Her face flushed crimson.

Embarrassed to show her blushing face, Eileen lowered her head.

“I’m glad. I was worried it might seem vulgar to the Saintess.”

She couldn’t bring herself to say, ‘I enjoyed the vulgarity.’

The vulgar image of herself and Max was still vivid.

“By the way, do I still seem like a devil?”

“…….”

Of course not.

In the illusion, he had the appearance of a devil, but she knew he wasn’t a real devil.

Of course, the fact that his dick was as sweet and delicious as a devil’s temptation…

‘What am I thinking? Delicious dick. Snap out of it.’

Seeing Eileen shaking her head, Max smiled gently.

“I’m glad your misunderstanding is cleared up.”

“…Please call me Eileen.”

“Yes?”

“…You heard my name. You can call me by my name. When it’s just the two of us like this.”

Perhaps because she remembered the comfortable conversation in the illusion.

With this man, unlike others, she didn’t feel a distance.

“Understood. Eileen.”

The moment he called her name, Eileen felt her heart beat faster.

How long had it been?

Since she had been called Eileen, not Saintess.

“…Brother Max.”

“Yes?”

“…If I come again later, will I be able to see you then?”

“It might seem vulgar to you, Eileen.”

“…It’s okay. We’ll just talk. The divine language won’t manifest there.”

She had cleverly evaded the question.

She didn’t want to give the impression that she was a lewd woman.

‘Because he’s the first person to call me by my name.’

“…Then I’ll be going.”

“Are you going to wear that?”

She then realized she was wearing a strange, light purple outfit she’d never seen before.

“This is……”

“Your clothes were torn, so I couldn’t help it.”

“Ah.”

Eileen used her holiness to repair her torn clothes before returning to the church.

It was truly an unforgettable experience.

Giggle giggle giggle.

‘My heart is still pounding.’

Eileen placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

It tingled.

She felt good.