It was nothing short of a miracle.
The girl known as the Saintess.
The girl who could transform the faith directed at her into actual miracles—Clair.
She was said to be a princess of the royal family. In truth, however, she was something far more extraordinary.
"She's the half-breed child of the fairy Meruzine and a human. That's your Saintess right there," the penguin declared, slurping down another mug of ale as he continued his tale.
"So… if this Saintess isn't born, something really bad happens?" I asked.
"Exactly. The war with the Sandmen might be avoidable for now, but next up is the whole Saintess problem."
I still didn't fully understand, but it sounded like this Saintess was supposedly the daughter between me and Meruzine-san.
"From the moment the egg is laid until she's born, it takes about fifty years or so. This is all way in the future," the penguin added.
"Fifty years? That's insanely far ahead."
"Yeah, and the kid's gonna have that same reckless, go-with-the-flow personality as you. She's basically your spitting image."
Wait, she takes after me?
"But without her, one entire continent will be wiped out in the coming war."
"So that's why I need to make a child with Meruzine-san…"
"Well, there are other reasons too, but those are top secret," the penguin said with a wink, then stood up as if to leave.
"Hold on. Even if you say I need to have sex with Meruzine-san, how the hell am I supposed to—"
Before I could finish, he cut me off.
"I'm off to have a little chat with Meruzine. In the meantime, you're on a one-week abstinence streak, got it? No jerking off, no nothing."
And just like that, the penguin vanished.
**Abstinence Day 1**
If I just focused on running the soba shop, sex shouldn't even be on the menu, right?
That's what I told myself as I asked Yawell-san to prepare a huge stockpile of ice.
"Chilled soba! Chilled somen noodles!"
The heatwave showed no signs of letting up. Zaru soba was fine, but what people really craved on days like this was something ice-cold and refreshing.
"Alright! It's ready!"
A simple chilled somen dish. The toppings were local mushrooms and plenty of crushed ice, all served with a tsuyu sauce adjusted to this world's palate.
I immediately announced to today's customers, "Special treat today—everything's ice-cold!"
I offered it at a rock-bottom price of one copper coin to let people try it first. Normally I was thinking five coppers, but ice was expensive. Selling it too cheap would cause trouble for other shops. The Cooking Guild master had given me permission for a one-day trial run.
"Whoa! It's freezing!"
"Using this much ice? What a luxury!"
Customers crunched the ice along with the noodles, and the reaction was incredible. The crisp, icy texture was a massive hit. Even I, the one who made it, had to admit—this chilled somen was seriously delicious.
The shop was humming along nicely when Yawell-san stepped inside.
"Welcome back, Yawell-san."
"Good evening, Master. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."
She explained that she'd asked Avarl and learned she could stay on the second floor.
"Yeah, there are empty rooms up there."
I'd heard Yawell-san had a house in the capital, but she smiled softly.
"It would really help if I could stay the night. I don't like walking home in the dark."
"No problem at all. There are rooms with beds set up for anyone to use. Pick whichever you like."
Yawell-san headed upstairs right away.
I closed the shop for the day.
"Chilled somen is a winner in this heat!"
It was going to become a summer staple, no doubt. Next, I'd work on developing a chilled soba version. The crunchy ice had been a huge success with the customers, so I'd keep that concept going.
When I finally went upstairs, I paused.
"Huh? Oh, Yawell-san, you're in Raiza's room."
Right—I'd only told her to use any room with a bed. Raiza was off today for childcare duties anyway.
I was about to open the door to my own room when a stunned voice drifted out from Raiza's.
"…Incredible. How much energy does this girl have?"
The door clicked open.
"Her entire wardrobe is nothing but erotic outfits…"
I scratched my head, embarrassed. "Yeah… Raiza's room has kind of turned into my personal erotic costume storage lately."
Yawell-san gave a graceful smile. "My actual age is rather high, but people still praise me for looking young."
She did look like she was in her late thirties to early forties—beautiful, mature, and radiating sensuality.
"This youthful appearance is all thanks to frequent sexual activity with younger men," she purred, her voice dripping with allure.
"…Does an older woman like me not get you excited anymore?"
Hell no. I was already rock-hard.
Because Yawell-san was wearing a skintight leotard that shamelessly emphasized her voluptuous breasts. The kind of outfit that screamed "I'm way too old for this, but I don't care."
"Ahhh♡♡♡ So big♡♡♡"
The leotard clung to every curve of her body like a second skin. She was definitely older, but the eroticism was off the charts.
Still dressed in that lewd leotard, she pinched and rolled her stiff nipples, pushing them forward as if offering them to me.
"Fufufu♡♡♡ Please♡♡♡ If a woman like me is acceptable to you♡♡♡"
She pressed those hard nipples right against my chest.
I reflexively latched onto one through the thin fabric, sucking greedily. This leotard was apparently made from the hide of a magical beast called a Boal. Thanks, Boal—your skin is perfect for this.
Yawell-san's thick pubic hair was deliberately left untrimmed, spilling out from the edges of the leotard in wild, dark curls.
"I left it like this on purpose♡♡♡ Just for you."
The sight of that unruly bush peeking out was too much. I hooked a finger under the crotch of the leotard and yanked it aside.
Her mature pussy lips immediately bloomed outward—plump, glistening, and already dripping with thick nectar that begged for my cock. This wasn't just "mature." Yawell-san's cunt was perfectly ripened, slick and hungry.
I pushed inside while she still wore the leotard.
*Schlup!!*
"Oooooohhhhh♡♡♡"
I slammed all the way in with one brutal thrust.
"It's so goooood!!! A young, hard cock is incredible!!! It's gouging me so deeeep♡♡♡"
Yawell-san's eyes flew wide open as she moaned, her voice trembling with raw pleasure.
"Yawell-san… your pussy feels so young and tight."
I'd called it "ripe," but once I was buried inside, the walls were writhing and squeezing like a much younger woman's—hot, wet, and endlessly greedy. She was supposed to be human, yet the sensation was mind-blowing.
"I'm so happy♡♡♡ You shoved your cock into this old hag's cunt and even praised it♡♡♡ Just tasting a young dick like yours is making me feel young again♡♡♡♡♡"
Her lewdness was so intense it was almost believable that sex kept her looking youthful.
"Then… can I creampie you?"
"Yes♡♡♡ Fill this menopausal old bitch with your cum♡♡♡♡♡ Pump as much as you want deep inside♡♡♡♡♡"
Without hesitation I slammed my hips forward.
*Splurt!!*
I unloaded straight into her womb with zero restraint.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Her whole body convulsed violently. Then she clamped down around me like a vice, locking me in place.
"…Incredible♡♡♡ I've never felt anything like this befoooore♡♡♡ Hey♡♡♡ Give me more♡♡♡"
Yawell-san clung to me, acting all sweet and needy—like a spoiled younger girl despite her age. And she was still wearing that obscene leotard.
Of course that made me even harder.
"I've still got plenty more for you."
"Give it to meeee♡♡♡ Flood my womb with so much semen it restarts my periods♡♡♡♡♡ I want a baby so baaad♡♡♡♡♡"
I grabbed her hips and started pounding again, the leotard's fabric rubbing against my shaft with every thrust. The way it framed her overflowing pussy lips made the sight even filthier. I reached up and slapped her heavy tits hard, watching them jiggle inside the tight material.
*Smack! Smack!*
"You love getting fucked by a younger man while dressed like a total slut, don't you, Yawell-san?"
"Yes! I'm a dirty old whore who gets wet just thinking about young cock♡♡♡ Slap me harder—treat me like the cum-hungry hag I am♡♡♡"
I obliged, delivering a sharp slap across her flushed cheek.
*Slap!*
Her head snapped to the side, but her pussy clenched even tighter around me in response.
"More! Call me your filthy menopausal fucktoy♡♡♡ Tell me how loose and sloppy my old cunt is while you wreck it♡♡♡"
I leaned in close, growling into her ear as I hammered deeper. "Look at you—dripping all over my cock like a bitch in heat. This greedy mature pussy is sucking me in so hard. You're nothing but a leotard-wearing cumdump for younger guys, aren't you?"
"YES! I'm your cumdump♡♡♡ Use this useless old womb however you want♡♡♡ Breed me—knock up this barren slut and make my belly swell♡♡♡"
I slapped her face again, harder this time, then gripped her chin and forced her to look at me while I thrust with savage force.
*Slap! Slap!*
"You're gonna take every last drop, you hear me? I'm going to pump you so full you'll be leaking for days."
"Please♡♡♡ Fill me until it overflows♡♡♡ I want to feel your hot seed soaking my insides—make this old body remember what it feels like to be properly fucked♡♡♡"
The leotard was soaked with sweat and her juices now, the fabric stretched obscenely over her bouncing breasts and swollen clit. I reached down and rubbed her throbbing nub through the material while I kept pounding.
Yawell-san's moans turned into desperate, broken cries. Her walls fluttered wildly, milking me with rhythmic contractions that felt almost magical.
"I'm cumming again—your young cock is ruining meeee♡♡♡ Don't stop—slap my face while you breed me♡♡♡"
*Slap!*
I smacked her cheek once more as I felt my second load rising.
"Take it, you dirty old slut!"
With a guttural groan I exploded inside her again, flooding her depths with thick ropes of cum. Her body shook violently, eyes rolling back as another powerful orgasm crashed through her.
"Oooooohhhhhh—yes, yes, yessss♡♡♡♡♡ So much cum—my womb is drowning in it♡♡♡ I can feel it splashing against my cervix♡♡♡"
She clung to me, legs wrapped tight around my waist, grinding herself down to make sure not a single drop escaped.
Even after I pulled out, thick white semen oozed from her well-fucked pussy, soaking the leotard and dripping down her thighs. She scooped some up with her fingers and licked it clean, eyes hazy with lust.
"Mmm… delicious young seed♡♡♡ Thank you, Master… your cum is the best rejuvenation treatment♡♡♡"
We weren't done yet. I flipped her onto all fours, yanked the leotard's crotch aside again, and slammed back in from behind. The position let me spank her plump ass and slap her face whenever I wanted.
*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
Each impact made her cry out in ecstasy.
"Harder! Abuse this old whore's body♡♡♡ Pull my hair and tell me what a pathetic cumrag I am♡♡♡"
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, slapping her cheek again while I railed her relentlessly.
"You're just a leotard-clad fucktoy for me to use whenever I feel like it. Say it."
"I'm your leotard fucktoy♡♡♡ A dirty, hairy-pussied old hag who lives for young cock and creampies♡♡♡ Use me—slap me—fill me until I can't walk straight♡♡♡"
The sex went on for hours. I lost count of how many times I came inside her—each load bigger than the last, each slap louder, each dirty word filthier. Yawell-san matched me every step, begging, moaning, and thanking me like the perfect mature slut she was.
By the time we collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap, the leotard was ruined—stretched, stained, and clinging to her body like a trophy of our debauchery.
She kissed me softly, whispering, "Thank you… I feel decades younger already♡♡♡"
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"Abstinence day, my ass, you idiot Izumi," the penguin grumbled the next morning, slapping a giant red "×" mark on the calendar with obvious irritation.