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 9: The Saintess Learns Her Own Reason

My name was Momo Saint. I was the Saintess of this country.

At that moment, I had been pondering something.

It was a certain impulse that had suddenly arisen within me.

It concerned an impulse so intractable that I could not even give it a name yet.

I believed multiple causes lay behind the birth of this impulse.

First, there were the numerous extreme situations I had experienced from the time I met the beautiful boy until now.

I had received a kiss on the palm of my hand, been told I was cute, had my arm pressed tightly against his, had my cheek squished, had my hand held, missed out on bath time, been asked if I had wanted to take a bath with him, and been carried in a princess hold.

Each one of those had been an all-too-effective fatal blow.

My romantic feelings and sexual desire had only blazed higher and higher, and the extreme situations of enduring the beautiful boy’s relentless assaults while continuing to suppress them had irreversibly twisted my heart.

I wanted to do it, I had to hold back, I wanted to do it, I had to hold back, I wanted to do it, I had to hold back…

That merciless, repetitive torment, which could be called an infinite hell, had given birth to the bud of some unknown possibility within me.

That bud had eventually borne magnificent fruit, like a great tree that would bloom a flower no one had ever seen.

It happened in that instant when I had been so easily brought down from the beautiful boy’s princess hold—

The first thing I felt was a sense of floating.

The indescribable pleasure of surrendering to gravity and falling through the air.

Next, I felt an impact.

The soft, muffled sensation when my body landed on the fluffy carpet.

And then, I realized it.

At that moment, for the first time in my life, I had received cruel treatment from a boy.

That fact—

That fact felt good—

For me, that pleasure came with an entirely unknown stimulation, an unknown sensation.

It was as if my brain itself was taking damage, and that very damage connected directly to the nerves of pleasure, that strange feeling.

What…?

What was this…?

Could such pleasure even exist in this world…?

As I pondered that pleasure and focused on it, something strange began to make sense to me bit by bit.

When I thought about it, from the time I met that beautiful boy until now, the experiences of being toyed with by stimuli and continuing to suppress my sexual desire—they too seemed connected to this current pleasure.

No, perhaps they were the pleasure itself—

Had I been enjoying being toyed with by that boy, being made to suppress my sexual desire by him, being treated pathetically by him?

That realization struck my reason like thunder.

I—

Momo Saint—

I, who was the highest authority and symbol of this country, the Saintess herself, was enjoying being treated pathetically by an orphaned boy—?

It was a realization accompanied by a sweet, all-too-sweet delight.

It was an overwhelming delight that made me think even my role as the Saintess was nothing more than a spice to heighten and intensify this pleasure, existing solely for that purpose.

That delight, along with the pleasure, carried my consciousness far into the heavens—no, deep into the earth.

That I was a pathetic being, that I was being toyed with by that boy, that I was suppressing my sexual desire—

Just thinking about it gave me the sensation that the part of me unique to a woman was throbbing and secreting pleasure.

Ah, so that was it—

Eventually, as if by inevitability, that realization descended upon me.

—I found being bullied by that boy to feel good…

My intellect vividly drew that conclusion.

If that was the case, then what should I do…?

I was the Saintess Momo Saint.

On the other hand, that boy was the servant I had picked up, one who belonged solely to me.

He had to obey whatever I said.

If that was so—