I Was Reincarnated Into a World Where Chastity Is Reversed With the Ability to Read Minds, so I Decided to Completely Corrupt and Break the Adorable Saint Who Has Lewd Fantasies

Chapter 13: Training Point

I had somehow gotten carried away with the momentum and ended up in an unbelievable situation.

It was strange. I absolutely had not intended to demand total obedience, but when I saw the Saintess’s frail, moist eyes, I let the devil get the better of me. It was inexplicable.

Well, fine. My pre・dic・tion・was・a・lit・tle・off・but I had cleared the condition of making the Saintess harbor intensely heavy emotions. That was the case. Probably. Most likely. Surely.

Even as I said it to myself, I lost confidence because I could not tell if the state the Saintess was in now was truly the same as that of the heroines I had seen in my previous life’s rom-coms.

After all, the heroines in ordinary rom-coms did not say things to the protagonist like “I will ab-so-lute-ly o-bey youuuu!” They absolutely did not.

How in the world had things ended up like this?

One reason was that, due to some inexplicable cause, the Saintess had suddenly discovered her “own reason.” A person who had found their reason was strong. At times, it became a powerful will that would cast aside everything to uphold that reason. Therefore, the current Saintess Momo was the strongest entity in any rom-com situation. Even without my sharp rom-com brain, an ordinary person could easily understand that.

But—

By tempting the Saintess all night long, I had caused Saintess Momo’s soul to undergo an even more fatal transformation.

From one perspective, it could be called a degradation from a superior being to the bottom rung.

In fact, Saintess Momo had fallen from the pinnacle of the nation as the Saintess to the point of absolute obedience to a mere slum boy. It felt decisively different from the “corruption” I had envisioned, but even with my superior rom-com brain, it was a profound and difficult problem that I could not easily put into words. For now, I would set that aside. In any case, the transformation Saintess Momo had undergone appeared at first glance to be “depravity.”

But however—

My rare rom-com brain had indeed seen through the essence hidden beneath it.

That girl had been “purified.”

That one night had been, for me, just casually doing some ecchi things bit by bit to play around, but what Saintess Momo experienced was truly a genuine purgatory, as if she were being burned in the hellfire of torment.

This purgatory had scorched away, eradicated, annihilated, and purified every aspect of the mental world of the girl known as Saintess Momo—her impure ulterior motives, her boiling sexual desire, her expectations and anxieties toward the opposite sex, her pride and self-importance as the Saintess, her attachment to her status, her arrogance as a superior being, her dependent faith in the god she envisioned, and all the swirling hearts within.

What remained was pure faith in me.

The dependent faith that had burdened her had all transformed into faith in me as her new god. That faith had highly fused with her love, her sexual desire, and the reason she had discovered, becoming an extraordinarily powerful raison d’être while maintaining its unique purity.

—How in the world had this happened?

I could not shake the anxiety that I might be at the center of an enormous incident.

After all, that girl was the Saintess.

Even I, who had just come to this other world, could tell that she was one of the foremost power holders in this country and revered as a great person.

If word got out that the Saintess had converted her faith in her god into absolute obedience to an orphaned boy—

—Then, without a doubt, the country would shake.

I might even get killed. Es-pe-cial-ly me.

In exchange for Saintess Momo finding peace of mind and reaching the heaven of absolute obedience, I had ended up holding an enormous bomb.

Well, for the time being, I had suggested to Momo that she continue as the Saintess, and Momo had declared that she would.

It probably would not turn into anything too disastrous.

With that thought, I shifted my focus to today’s schedule.

Today’s schedule for the Saintess seemed to be a tea party with the head of the Summer family, a ducal house in this country.

As the Saintess’s servant, I had been entrusted with the important task of bringing in the tea and sweets at that time.

If I made any blunder here, the other servants would inevitably give me the cold shoulder.

I somehow had to lead this job to success.

As I thought that, the Head Maid appeared at my side while I was arranging the sweets on a plate.

“Once the preparations are ready, please bring the tea and sweets to the reception room. The head of the Summer family has just arrived and is walking in the courtyard with the Saintess.”

At the Head Maid’s unusually serious expression, I steeled my resolve even further, knowing I could not fail.

With that, after finishing the preparations for the tea and sweets, I loaded them onto a cart and moved to the reception room.

I felt unusually tense. This was different from my previous life. Offending a noble and getting executed was a standard trope in fantasy worlds. Momo was there too, so perhaps I could get by even if I failed, but it was better not to take it lightly.

With a serious expression, I slowly opened the door.

“Excuse me.”

After opening the door fully and securing it, I entered the room slowly, pushing the cart.

It was apparently rude to stare at one’s superiors, so I kept my eyes down and moved the cart.

“Oh my, so Momo-chan has hired a male servant, has she?”

I was surprised by the wording and voice of the head of the ducal family.

I had assumed that the head of a ducal family would be some elderly madam or an old lady.

But that manner of speaking and voice belonged to a young girl.

Moreover, it was an incredibly cute voice. It was a clear, beautiful voice that could rival Momo’s, carrying an intense sweetness and allure.

But that was not what surprised me.

The girl’s voice was one that I had strong・ly・me・mo・rized from my pre・vi・ous・life.

I timidly looked up at the head’s figure.

And then, without thinking, that name slipped from my mouth—

“Natsumi-chan…”

She was the fated opponent who had let me taste both heaven and hell at the same time—and

the girl of my eternally etched first love.

“Oh my, oh my?”

The beautiful girl with black hair in twin tails, clad in a medieval European-style dress.

Aside from the clothing, everything was Natsumi-chan herself.

“How is it that a servant knows my name? Did we happen to meet at some party somewhere? How curious.”

At that point, I no longer had Momo’s situation in my field of vision at all.

Ah—

Gazing at Natsumi-chan again after so long, her vivid and intense loveliness made me realize that my memories of her were nothing more than faded black-and-white photographs, and she was looking at me with a puzzled expression.

Cute—

Cute cute cute cute cute cute—

I could no longer re・mem・ber just how many hun・dreds of times I had masturbated alone to memories of that girl.

To that extent, that girl was a fatal, essential, absolute existence for me—like a god itself.

But even those hundreds of arousals could not compare in the slightest to the excitement born from seeing Natsumi-chan in the flesh right now.

However, at this moment—

At the very last second, the fact that the current Natsumi-chan was the head of the ducal family acted as a brake for me.

“My apologies. I am the servant Ta・ka・fu・mi.”

But, however—

Fate was a capricious thing—

“Ta・ka・fu・mi…”

Natsumi-chan slowly repeated the name as if savoring it.