The Priest of Complete Dispel ~ Every Time I Save a Cursed Beautiful Girl with My Status Abnormal Cure Skill, For Some Reason Her Dependence on Me Maxes Out ~

Chapter 47: Anal Lust ※

While the Silver Blade and Iris were on the move—

I had begged Mariel to secure some time for me to visit Seira’s house for an examination.

Mariel had initially furrowed her brows at my repeated visits, saying they were overstepping.

But when I thought about it, I had not yet formally joined the church on Bulldog’s side.

So, half-jokingly, I said, “Then I’ll quit,” and—Mariel’s attitude changed in an instant.

It seemed that, even though I could only handle low-level magic, my healing magic ranked quite high even in this treatment center.

She apparently did not want to lose me.

Well, I could not feel bad about that.

That said, once this series of disturbances in Hares settled down, I planned to withdraw from this church as well.

I felt bad for Mariel, but…

…No, wait.

I had been dragged here against my will, right!? I did not need any emotional ties, really!

“—Seira, it’s me.”

Today, I had come to hear her answer.

She did not have much time left.

So, I thought one day—that would be enough.

“…Come in.”

The voice that replied from beyond the door was a little softer than yesterday.

When I opened it, Seira was looking at me.

Her complexion seemed somewhat better, and a faint flush of blood colored her cheeks.

And today, unusually, she guided me to the table and even prepared tea.

“You don’t have to go to this much trouble…”

“Just drink it.”

“…Right.”

Seira had been like this from the moment we first met.

Her personality was like a distillation of just the prickly part of Amelia’s tsundere nature.

Her words and gestures were full of thorns, and honestly, I did not think a proper conversation would happen in this mood.

I took a sip of the tea.

The aroma spread. It had an astonishingly refined taste.

“…This is good.”

“It’s a royal favorite. Of course it is not bad.”

“Now that you mention it, you… were of royal blood, right? You can still get things like this.”

“All of it is gifts from that pig uncle. I have no connection to the royal family anymore.”

“…Hey, who is that pig uncle, anyway? Honestly, he had such a baffling appearance that I have no idea what he does…”

It had been a question since the first time I came to the treatment center.

The man who had come as Seira’s proxy. I knew his name, but I wondered what he did for a living.

“Hmph. I have no obligation to tell you.”

“Is that so.”

Cold words that cut me off.

Well, it was natural not to share extra details with someone she did not trust.

If I were in the same position, I would do the same.

“…………So, what are you going to do.”

When the tea in the cup was about half gone, I broached the subject.

Perhaps Seira had been thinking about various things while having me drink the tea.

“—I am… afraid of dying…”

Her gaze was not on me but on the knight’s sword hanging on the wall.

That profile looked completely different from her usual self.

“That pig uncle is the benefactor who picked me up and raised me. Dying before him is absolutely unforgivable…”

Hearing those words, I felt like I understood her feelings a little.

The faces of the old man and woman I had left behind in Iasis came to mind.

—If I died, what kind of faces would they make.

They would probably cry. Surely.

So, I could never go before them, either.

“Finally, finally… I broke away from the royal family, and as a temple knight of the church, I had climbed to this position through my own strength… And yet, what is this treatment…”

Seira’s fists trembled as she slapped her own thigh.

Thud, thud—the dull sounds echoed in the room.

“My life is just beginning… I was supposed to become stronger, contribute more to the church… Open up my future with my own hands… And yet…”

“Yeah, it is.”

If I considered my age from my previous life, I was probably the same age as Seira or a little older.

The age when I had graduated university and started working. Dying at a time like this was far too unfair.

“—There is no hope of saving me anymore. But I want to live…”

“Yeah.”

“You… can definitely dispel my curse, right?”

“Yeah.”

“…Humiliating.”

“I suppose so.”

That treatment method was something so far beyond common sense that even putting it into words felt hesitant.

And yet, Seira wished to live despite that.

“…But I have decided to trust you.”

Seira said that and swallowed a small breath.

“Even if—it means enduring any kind of humiliation, I want to live.”

The eyes that had been moist with tears moments ago now held a strong will.

But her cheeks were flushed red, as if mixed with shame and resolve.

“…Come to the bed. The preparations are already done.”

“P-Preparations…?”

I could not help but ask, and Seira averted her gaze.

“Use this…”

“What is this…?”

Then, Seira handed me a palm-sized bottle.

It contained a transparent liquid.

“…It’s a medium agent. In ancient rituals, it is necessary to connect the flow of magical power between the caster and the subject. It is for lubrication and protection.”

“…………”

No, no, no!

She was using difficult words, but this was clearly lotion, right!?

If this was the same as the lotion from my previous life, it had viscosity and was used for that kind of thing…

“You… were you planning to do this without it!? M-My… might get injured!!”

“Ah… Um… Sorry…”

“I prepared it myself because I thought you would not think of things like this…”

“A-As expected of Seira… Ahaha…”

Seira’s face was red all the way to the tips of her ears.

I shifted my gaze. Then, on the chest beside the bed, there was a slender, syringe-like object prepared, and right next to it, a bucket.

Its contents were empty. It looked like it had already been used.

…………Huh?

Preparations—did she mean not just this lotion, but that she had done an enema!?

No… way………….

Then, noticing my gaze, Seira added an explanation.

“If something unnecessary comes out in the middle of the treatment… what then… Preparations are a given…”

Seira’s eyes were sharp. But because her cheeks were flushed bright red, it seemed less like anger and more like she was desperately hiding her embarrassment.

So, strangely, that gaze felt not scary but rather endearing.

“Sorry for all this…”

“You are the one treating me… So, you do not need to apologize… But you can at least understand my feelings…”

Seira let out a trembling breath and slowly knelt on the bed—then, hesitantly, assumed a position on all fours.

“Ah, what kind of pose is this… Damn… Then I should have taken a sleeping pill… No, if I did that, who knows what would happen while I was asleep…”

Trembling alone between inexpressible conflict and shame, Seira gently reached for her long skirt.

Each time her fingertips pinched the fabric, a faint rustle of cloth trembled in the air.

—And then, slowly, from under the lifted hem, thighs as smooth as porcelain emerged.

That skin glowed softly in the light, adding a fragile allure to her pure impression.

She swallowed a hesitant breath, and yet she reached for her pure white underwear.

With small, trembling hands, she lowered it to around her thighs—then paused for a moment as if in resistance, but with resolve, she discarded it all.

———Huh?

No… Huh? …Everything is visible… Not just the anus, everything is in plain view!?

“H-Hurry up… In this state, my mind is going to break…”

“R-Right…”

From the all-fours position, what I saw was Seira’s buttocks, her anus… and her most important part.

The pale pink shame exposed against skin like white porcelain, similar in color to Iris’s.

Certainly, lowering her panties would make everything visible, so that was unavoidable.

But stopping midway or covering with cloth—there must have been some other way.

Perhaps Seira had lost her calm judgment due to the shame and tension.

…But from here on, there was no hiding it.

I took a deep breath and quietly rolled up the sleeves of my monastic robe.

I tilted the bottle with my left hand, and the transparent lotion dripped thickly.

With the fingertips of my right hand, I scooped it up and blended it in, entwining it.

The slick sensation spread over my skin, drawing thin threads between my fingers.

The liquid, which should have been cold, warmed with my body heat at the fingertips.

—Lubrication was sufficient.

I exhaled softly and steeled myself.

“Seira, I do not know how long it will take. But hang in there…”

“D-Do not talk anymore… Just being looked at by you feels like my heart is going to explode…”

I gently extended my left hand and placed it to support Seira’s small, well-shaped buttocks.

I positioned the fingertips of my right hand slightly.

The index finger, coated in the glistening liquid, caught the light as it slowly approached her pale pink secret point—

“—<Perfect Clear>”

I activated the skill. The index finger, wrapped in a pale white light, inserted into Seira’s anus.

“Higuh, higyaaaaaaa!?”

In that instant, a voice that did not sound human roared from Seira.

Her hips jerked, and she gripped the sheets tightly with both hands. A reaction mixed with tension and shame manifested throughout her body.

Thanks to the enema’s effect, and further aided by the lotion’s slipperiness, even though the inside clenched tightly with pressure, the index finger slid smoothly up to the second joint, astonishingly easily.

I could feel the anus twitching and contracting through my finger.

Honestly, to say I was not aroused by the situation of inserting a finger into such a beautiful woman’s anus would be a lie.

But I could not enjoy a situation tied to her life and death. I had to seriously focus on the dispelling.

“I-I want to die…………”

From the mouth of a person who wished to live, words completely opposite spilled out.

The humiliation of having her anus violated by someone she had met only two days ago—it was surely top-class shame in her tumultuous life.

However, this treatment did not end with mere insertion.

“For three days, insert a finger into the anus and massage it”—that was the entire process to completely dispel the Withered Blood Curse.

So, I bent the tip of the inserted finger and carefully stimulated the inside of Seira’s buttocks—

“Fungyaaaaaaa〜〜〜〜!?”

An even more intense cry echoed through the room.