I once heard Kirika tell a bedtime story about a custom called “Trial Pregnancy” practiced by some barbarian tribes in the Eastern Nations.
Park-li, who tried to eat Tirna, also came from the Eastern Nations. While there are rumors that the land there is a barbaric and pestilent place, there are also rumors that it boasts beautiful seasons.
The Eastern Nations are a distant and prosperous cultural sphere, thus they are shrouded in an air of mystery.
Getting back to the topic, “Trial Pregnancy” is apparently an initiation rite where a virgin maiden, upon reaching maturity, confirms her ability to bear children by having intercourse with her biological father.
Consequently, in their country, new grooms do not get to experience the pleasure of losing a bride’s virginity.
Well, since “Trial Pregnancy” is considered one of the patriarch’s privileges, it seems that if one desires to embrace a virgin, they simply need to father a daughter.
The act of procreation between blood-related father and daughter is a chilling prospect.
Such a twisted and dubious ritual would not be tolerated by the Asgard Holy Church, and would inevitably lead to being taken away by an Inquisitor.
Taking inspiration from “Trial Pregnancy,” I decided to teach Saintess Lounamaria, who is afraid of large penises, the wonders of a magnificent phallus through “Trial Expansion.”
Currently, Saintess Lounamaria is twenty years old, an age where she would generally be scorned as an “old maid who missed her chance to marry.”
Furthermore, her fellow travelers, Saintess Seira and the Holy Knight Mariabel, who were also starting to stir in their sleep, were given a sleeping incense by Tirna and confined to a room.
They are scheduled to be awakened once the “Trial Expansion” with Saintess Lounamaria is completed.
However, when I was about to be recognized as a saint by Saintess Lounamaria, I reflexively bound her with “Slave Contract Magic.” It was a rash and ill-conceived hasty decision.
Saintess Lounamaria is a well-known saint in the Asgard Holy Church as the “Saintess of the Unending Spring.”
Saintess Lounamaria is one rank higher than Lester Adamon, my past self as Lester the Cleric, being an upper-ranking cleric.
If I engage in any suspicious behavior, there is a risk that it will lead to the exposure of my own secrets, like a chain reaction.
And it is problematic for me to monopolize a talented individual like Saintess Lounamaria…
Tonight, after embracing Saintess Lounamaria, I wish to believe that she will not harbor any feelings for me once she returns to the Asgard Holy Church.
This is because Saintess Lounamaria must be handed over to Cardinal Arthur Thornton, who proposed to her.
“Saintess Lounamaria, you are afraid of men’s penises, are you not?”
“I am not afraid of such things!”
In response to my serious question, Saintess Lounamaria’s face turned bright red as she denied it.
“I am your Master. Furthermore, I am aware of your worries. Shall I order you to spread your legs now?”
“What words you speak to a Saintess like me! I… I—?! KYAAAAAA!!”
I merely intended to discuss the matter with Saintess Lounamaria, but due to her outrage, I reluctantly used the penalty command of “Slave Contract Magic” to make her spread her legs—*GBP*—apart.
“Saintess Lounamaria, no, Slave Lounamaria. Do you understand your position now?”
“You will be punished by heaven if you do such an improper thing to me!”
“It appears you require some slave training. Shall we try masturbation with your legs spread this time?”
“—P-please forgive me, Master. Lounamaria will obey your commands, so please, just stop that.”
“Then listen to what I say!”
“…Yes, Master.”
After that, perhaps out of fear of the penalty command, Saintess Lounamaria was obedient.
Because Saintess Lounamaria grew up within the Asgard Holy Church, she was essentially a sheltered daughter, and was easily intimidated.
We spent the afternoon relaxing in the hot springs and enjoying the inn’s recreational facilities, and before we knew it, it was time for night duty.
Tonight, it was Elise’s turn for night duty, but Saintess Lounamaria took her place.
Currently, a magic reservoir has formed within Elise’s body, and she cannot release the excess magic accumulated there until the remnants of the Assassin’s Guild are vanquished. If I were to call her for night duty, it would be self-evident that I would embrace her with a ferocity akin to rape.
Furthermore, there were three beds lined up in the bedroom where I sleep.
Saintess Seira was lying on the bed on the left, and Holy Knight Mariabel was lying on the bed on the right.
Therefore, the “Trial Expansion” with Saintess Lounamaria was to be conducted on the center bed.
This arrangement was based on a suggestion from Saintess Lounamaria.
Initially, I worried that Saintess Lounamaria might have a penchant for exhibitionism, but it was a considerate gesture to allow them to experience the affections between men and women.
Saintess Lounamaria heals the populace by infusing their sacred singing voice with healing magic, but her essence lies in propagating “Healing Magic” through human connection.
Currently, Saintess Seira and Holy Knight Mariabel are in a comatose state, but through Lounamaria’s magic, a part of their consciousness has been synchronized with Lounamaria’s own.
In other words, if Lounamaria feels pleasure, they will feel it too.
Holy Knight Mariabel is eighteen years old and Saintess Seira is seventeen. If things continue as they are, Saintess Lounamaria worried that they too might miss their marriageable age. This was a proposal born out of her maternal concern.
“Hal-sama, please excuse me.”
“T-tonight… I’ll leave it to you—”
As I waited in the bedroom for Lounamaria, yearning for her appearance as if a thousand autumns had passed in a single day, Lounamaria appeared, accompanied by Elise.
Lounamaria seemed to wear clothes that made her look slimmer. She had large breasts comparable to Elise’s, so Elise likely lent her some of her attire.
“Lounamaria… you’re beautiful.”
For now, as a courtesy, I complimented her.
“I-I am embarrassed wearing such immodest clothing.”
Lounamaria seemed bewildered by the daring outfit, one she had likely never worn before.
“That’s not true. It suits you well, Lounamaria. Elise, thank you for your cooperation.”
“I am happy to be of service to Hal-sama. If you wish to thank me, then once we reach town, please treat me to a delicious feast.”
“If you don’t mind if your belly gets ‘plump,’ then I don’t mind.”
“Master, you’re wicked!”
Elise, with a *prance-prance*, ran out of the bedroom in anger, leaving Lounamaria behind.
Tonight, Lounamaria had her long, lustrous silver hair cascading down her back, and wore a light lavender cardigan.
Underneath, she wore a mature-looking black babydoll, but the thin fabric allowed her bare skin to be seen through it.
She wore nothing on her chest, and the cleavage peeked out from the gaps in her cardigan. She was seductively dressed in black panties.
“You’re very alluring… I can hardly believe you’re a holy saint with such mature allure.”
“Master, you too are not what one would expect of a saint with your lustfulness. Do you do terrible things to them every night?”
“I treat them with care.”
“It seems there is no falsehood in those words. If they were being abused, no matter what, I would have intended to break the ‘Slave Contract Magic’ that binds me and report you.”
“Can you break it, Lounamaria?”
“This is no ordinary ‘Slave Contract Magic,’ is it?”
“That’s right. This magic is special, based on ‘Holy Magic.'”
“N-no!”
“Breaking ‘Holy Magic’ is surprisingly difficult. Well then, shall we begin the ‘Trial Expansion’?”
“You are not calling this the ‘First Night Ritual,’ are you?”
“After this, Lounamaria must return to the Asgard Holy Church as a saint. If she does not meet me, I believe her feelings of longing will not progress further, and I have no intention of manipulating a saint.”
“Then why are you embracing me?”
“Because Lounamaria seemed afraid of penises, this is, so to speak, helping someone.”
“M-Master—Understood. Please, embrace me gently.”
At this point, Lounamaria’s tense expression relaxed.
“It tickles somehow…”
To put her at ease, I petted Lounamaria’s head as she approached me.
“I am supposed to be older than you… yet I feel like a child ♪”
As I stroked Lounamaria’s head, the tension left her body, and even her voice softened.
I knew from my past life’s memories that Lounamaria was inherently a kind girl.
Still, from Lester Adamon, my past self, she was like a daughter, having lived less than half my life.
And yet, I was about to embrace that daughter. In my current life, I am naturally younger than her.
It’s strange, I’m at a loss as to how to interact with her, but for now, I intend to embrace Lounamaria with the strong dynamic of master and slave.
“Lounamaria, have you ever shared a kissing with a lover?”
I asked provocatively.
“I have kissed the cheeks of small children, but I have never experienced a kiss between lovers.”
Somehow, the supposedly older Lounamaria began to seem cute.
Her body was that of a mature adult, and her facial contours were mature.
But when I looked into her beautiful green eyes, they were glistening as she looked at me.
Perhaps Lounamaria, unexpectedly, was also starved for male affection.
Saintess Lounamaria and Lester the Cleric are members of the “Asgard Faith” sect, who believe marriage and procreation to be sacred. However, they did not condone immoral relationships or indulgence in lust.
Incidentally, Lounamaria was attacked by a Treant and revived from near-death.
In terms of sensation, she was in a similar state to Mai, so it seems she has been affected to a degree comparable to those resuscitated by “Resurrection Magic.”
“Then, let us begin with a tender, pecking First Kiss, the kind one exchanges with a lover for the first time.”
Thank you for reading.
Episode 29-9: Trial Expansion ② △ was pre-published on February 13th at 0:00.
