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 8.1: The Saintess Awakens

“I want to fuck! I want to fuck!” The sheer intensity and frequency of the screams echoing in her heart over and over again had creeped me out so much that I had fled without thinking…

No, however. If this second life in another world was a rom-com, then that Saintess Momo would be the heroine, the main heroine no less. As a rom-com enthusiast—nay, a die-hard rom-com fan—I could not possibly be forgiven for reacting to the main heroine with “creeped out” and “fleeing” like that. If I were a reader, I would mistake this for a pure comedy, or even something that surpassed that and became a gag novel.

In this other world, I wished for the story I walked to be a rom-com.

That was because the countless negative memories from my previous life, where I had been utterly unfulfilled in matters of romance, still tormented me like a trauma.

I simply wanted to have a rom-com.

I was by no means hoping for a gag development where I had to endure the Saintess’s overflowing virgin-force monologue and finally crack with (th-that’s creepy…!)!

…Now that I thought about it, it seemed obvious, but if this was a rom-com, then a rom-com where the protagonist thought (th-that’s creepy…!) about the main heroine would have to be called over before it even began. What in the world was going on? All I had wanted was to defile that Saintess normally…

But when I thought about defiling that Saintess, there was something that interfered—a stray thought, no, something like a delusion.

The question was whether someone like me could maintain such an excessively high affection level to “defile” that delicate Saintess with my own appeal.

That doubt stemmed from the curse left on my soul, a loser in love from my previous life with no successful experiences at all—especially the curse inflicted by that detestably super-erotically-cute Natsumi-chan.

Such doubts swirled around in my heart one after another, hindering my normal judgment.

—It might still be too soon.

—I would probably need to deliver a decisive blow, one that would melt the Saintess’s soul completely.

Otherwise, there could be no way someone like me could be genuinely liked, let alone loved, by another person.

As a rom-com fan, I understood well what was necessary for defilement.

It was what was known as “intensely heavy emotions.”

The kind of obsession, delusion, and blind love from the heroine that was so heavy, heavy, heavy it was unbearable—the kind that would earn a “heavy love” tag on a web novel—that was what truly made the “defilement” I loved so appealing.

If that was the case—

I would need to transform that Saintess Momo’s feelings toward me into something heavier, more viscous, a gooey love.

With such thoughts in mind, I returned to the Head Maid and learned all the general household chores necessary to live in this mansion for the time being—

Incidentally, the Head Maid was an adult woman in her late twenties, a sharp-featured beauty, but during the work, when our skin touched once,

(…Thump thump thump. Th-this is… could it be… love…? W-with such a young boy and someone like me, who’s getting on in years… no, that’s not right, ahh…)

She had shown an extremely pure reaction.

Even in this chastity-reversed world, not everyone was an incarnation of lust like the Saintess, I thought, and somehow my heart warmed,

“Being with the Head Maid makes my heart feel warm somehow…”

When I said that, our hands were not touching at the time, so I could not tell what was in her heart, but she froze for about ten seconds at least. She probably did not think badly of me, but I felt a little uneasy.

After going through all the household chores like that, the surroundings had passed evening and turned to night.

I, who had only eaten a large piece of bread despite being hungry, could not suppress my anticipation for tonight’s dinner.

At such a time, I received this message from the Head Maid.

“The Saintess has commanded that, since she is not feeling well, the boy is to be in charge of feeding her dinner.”

When I heard that, I thought.

—Not feeling well is absolutely a lie! This is just her wanting to be fed “ahh”…

From me, who had seen through the inner workings of the Saintess’s heart, this deduction was as easy as twisting a baby’s hand.

If that was the case, then I would need time to devise a strategy as well.

I made thorough mental preparations and meal preparations before heading to the Saintess’s room.

“Saintess, dinner is ready.”

With those words, I first arranged the meal from the cart on the table as if nothing had happened.

“A-hem. Saintess Momo is not feeling well, not feeling well, so it is difficult for her to walk to the table alone. I request assistance…”

Whoa, she had made an outrageous request…

Assistance, huh? Was something like that okay for someone like me to do?

I approached the Saintess, who was sitting on the bed, with trepidation.

In the light of the lamp, with the three-day moon peeking through the window, the Saintess’s face glowed orange, and it was utterly delicate.

Her cheeks flushed somehow, and with moist eyes, she gazed up at me standing by the bed with an upward glance.

S-so cute…!

What destructive power this girl’s upward glance had!

In my previous life, Natsumi-chan, that nemesis and object of longing, had repeatedly shredded my heart with this main weapon of an upward glance.

And when it came from an otherworldly, inhumanly beautiful maiden like Saintess Momo, it was no wonder that my heart pounded.

Somehow it deviated from the plan, but it was a rom-com-like development.

Most desirable.

I did not hate a teasing, sweet rom-com either…!

“Saintess… um, how should I provide this assistance…”

“Th-th-th-that’s… to have you carry me, like a princess—that’s the ideal form of assistance, right?”

The Saintess, desperately trying to wear a cool-dere mask but failing to pull it off completely, had a certain cuteness to her. If I did not know her true nature, I would have fallen for her easily and become smitten. That was the power this Saintess beauty possessed.

But the demand itself was utterly unreasonable.

P-princess carry!? By me!? I’ve never done something like that before!!!

Carrying a girl in a princess hold. In words alone, it was simple.

But it included multiple operations that were far too advanced for a mere virgin like me.