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 5: The Saintess Reaches God

The Saintess’s home was a mansion that possessed the vastness and grandeur of a noble’s residence, yet somehow combined simplicity and sanctity in its atmosphere—a prototype of a house that had eliminated all waste.

“This is the Saintess’s mansion, isn’t it? It’s a truly wonderful home.”

I walked beside the Saintess, who now seemed to have regained her senses and composure after coming to, and with a lighthearted notion of perhaps indulging in a bit of playful skinship, I placed both my hands on her left one.

(Unyanyanyanya—!? Wh-why…!? I’m desperately pretending to be fine…! I’m trying so hard! Why does he join hands with me so naturally, as if mocking my efforts!? This is wrong! Beautiful boys are fundamentally creatures with thought processes that women cannot understand! It’s a mystery and the ultimate that even a virgin like me could never comprehend in a lifetime—that’s what a beautiful boy is! At the age of sixteen, I have reached the truth… at the cost of my life…)

I could not suppress the grin that escaped me at the sight of the Saintess, who reached the truth just from having her left hand grasped.

“Heh.”

It was merely a soft chuckle, a simple smile.

But the Saintess’s panic upon seeing it was far from matching my minor gesture—

(He smiled…! He’s smiling at me…! The beautiful boy! While holding my hand! He’s smiling…! What…?! Who set up this trap? Such an overly wonderful reality could never come to someone like me! It shouldn’t be allowed to! Calm down! Let’s eliminate the possibilities one by one. The possibility that this is an elaborate trap based on national strategy! No, this boy is just someone I happened to find in the street and happened to give bread to…! Even for an enemy nation, setting a trap here would be far too difficult! Thus, the realistic possibilities narrow to two! The most likely one is that this boy is actually an incarnation of an angel, sent by heaven as an unmistakable blessing and solace to me, who has suffered so long! Considering the utter unreality of the other possibility, this one is by far the highest. But still, I find myself dreaming… of the scenario where this boy harbors affection toward me—the ideal paradise that all virgins dream of, the supreme and ultimate happiness that God can bestow! It’s sweet! That temptation is far too sweet! A temptation I could never resist! Like the vortex of a great demon’s seduction, I can only be swallowed up by it now…! Uu… I know that’s not the case…! But I can’t stop believing it…!!)

I barely held back a burst of laughter, hurriedly covering my mouth with my left hand to hide the grin.

Was it truly all right for a creature who spun such a profound yet utterly ridiculous whirlpool of thoughts at length just from having her hand held by the opposite sex to call herself a Saintess?

That philosophical question distracted me as well, drawing me into a mode of deep contemplation.

Considering that this girl named Momo referred to herself as a virgin, and given that this was the so-called virginity-reversal world, converting it would make it equivalent to a virgin in my previous life—the most pitiable existence in this world, without a doubt.

In my previous life, I had indeed ended my days as just such a virgin creature. It was a miserable, pitiable, tragic life. The last memory I had of contact with the opposite sex was when a girl picked up my eraser and our hands touched, I got an erection that she saw, and she looked at me like a worm and muttered, “G-gross…!” Utterly wretched. The hopeless part was that I was an irredeemable pervert who even felt excitement in that situation. The very incarnation of grossness. There are limits to how gross one can be. Could virginity really manifest such unbearable grossness? What in the world was wrong with this world? As Nietzsche, whom I had read during my middle school chuunibyou phase when everyone suffers from that terminal illness, said, had God already died—

However, before this girl’s peculiarity and her rare talent, even my own unbearable virginity seemed like mere superficial wordplay, a fake that could only vanish in the face of the real thing.

This girl was the real deal.

The real, unmistakable incarnation of pure virginity—

Virgin God, Lady Momo—!

I arrived at the conclusion that before this overwhelmingly supreme superior virgin, I could only tremble in awe and prostrate myself.

In this girl’s presence, everything else faded into insignificance.

Thanks to this girl, I had obtained something in this world that was the most precious, so valuable that no one could understand it, a certain salvation.

“Watching the Saintess makes me think that God really does exist.”

Those words of mine sprang from my unconscious level of reverence for her, moving my mouth naturally.

My will had no part in it.

Merely at the whim of the Virgin God—

(Who would have thought that even I, who had reached that realm, was just “the better baby” in her presence…)

Receiving my words, the Saintess responded with the naturalness of it being the law of this world, unleashing her divine grace of virgin power to the fullest.

(I-it’s doable…! Th-this beautiful boy… I can do it with him…! I can actually do it…! The day has finally come when I graduate from virginity! God does exist—)

At the sight of the girl named Momo, who had arrived at the pinnacle that surpassed and undercut all imagination—the simple and singular raison d’être, the ultimate answer that a virgin creature could reach—I paid my respects and thought thus.

(G-gross…!)