EVER SINCE the world fell apart, Siera had always been fortunate.
Perhaps it was because she had once lived in poverty, and God, in His mercy, granted her the chance to experience life as a protagonist in a story. Or at least, that was how it appeared on the surface.
She was gifted with a unique ability—imnopotence, the power to create something out of nothing or erase something completely. It extended even further—granting vitality, luck, and countless other things, whether to others or to herself. It was no wonder that espers desired her presence far more than that of a guide.
However, that power was not absolute.
Every wish demanded a price.
If someone asked for health, Siera could grant it—by transferring the illness to another person, whether it be a loved one or even a complete stranger. If someone desired strength, she would take a portion of their lifespan. And if someone longed for wealth, then the riches of their descendants would vanish, condemning them to a future of poverty.
Of course, no one knew this.
Siera intended to carry that secret to her grave.
Every wish could only be fulfilled through physical intimacy—such as intercourse, or anything that could bring her to the peak of pleasure. It sounded absurd.
And yet, that was the truth.
That was how she understood it.
Siera could heal someone by taking their penis inside her. And if the client was a woman, she had to rub her own against theirs.
In truth, Siera suffered no loss from it.
She enjoyed her life immensely. To conquer both men and women—who wouldn't be happy? Just like now…
"Hngh—ahhh … it feels so good—hmnh," Siera moaned.
Her hips moved up and down, one hand pressing against the stomach of the man beneath her, forcing him to stay still. Each time her hips lifted, the head of his penis nearly slipped out—but before it could, she would slam herself back down, taking him fully inside once more.
"Ahhh~ it feels so—hmnh."
She repeated the motion over and over again.
It did hurt.
But Siera relished even that sensation. Especially when the veined shaft stretched her tight entrance. Or the feeling of something thick filling her, thrusting into her, pushing her toward euphoria.
To her, sex was like a drug.
Her soft, full breasts swayed, bouncing with each movement of her body. Every time their bodies collided, wet, slick sounds—flop, flop, flop—filled the air. Her breathing became uneven, mixed with moans she made no attempt to suppress. Among the seven—or perhaps eight—people present, none seemed to mind.
Except for one.
Siera glanced toward a woman sitting quietly at the edge of the bed, watching without any intention of approaching. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
A lamb, perhaps?
At first, many of her clients had looked just as hesitant. But after experiencing the effects of sleeping with her…
They all lost themselves.
Siera reached out, gently touching the woman's cheek before lifting her chin so their eyes met.
"Haah … darling, don't you want something from me?" she asked between soft moans.
The woman trembled. She looked at Siera—a girl whose charm she couldn't quite explain—with a mix of fear and disbelief.
Just the day before, her friends had recommended Siera's services. They said the benefits were extraordinary—vitality and strength could increase instantly. Something she desperately needed, considering the world was currently facing a major crisis: the emergence of S-rank dungeons, threats said to bring about catastrophe.
As a B-rank esper, she knew that sooner or later, her guild would send her there—a disposable pawn for those of higher rank.
But deep down, she was afraid of dying on the battlefield.
Not because she was a coward.
She was afraid of leaving behind her husband and child.
That was why she was here.
Yet she hadn't expected this place to be so … chaotic.
Still, if she had to choose ….
"… strength," she whispered.
Images of her husband and children flashed through her mind. She wanted to stay with them longer—even if it meant taking a path others would call filthy. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she continued,
"Please … please give me strength … I want to survive."
"I want to see my husband and my children again."
"I don't want them to suffer without me."
Siera smiled faintly. "Of course."
She pressed down on the man beneath her before rising, their bodies separating as she pushed the woman onto the bed.
Then she positioned herself, her lower body hovering near the woman's face.
"In that case … make me climax, and I'll give you what you want."
The man she had left behind lifted himself, glaring at her in dissatisfaction.
"You promised I'd go first," he grumbled.
Siera glanced back at him, placing a finger against her lips as a smile curved across her beautiful face.
"Be patient. The night is still long," she whispered teasingly.
"Tch."
"You always do whatever you want," he muttered.
Even so, he crawled behind her, wrapping his arms around her as his hand slid forward, cupping one of her breasts.
"Cunning," he whispered.
"Hngh … ahh~."
Siera moaned, her eyes narrowing in pleasure as she felt the pressure on her chest. At the same time, she spread her legs, bringing her wet sex closer to the woman's lips.
"Lick."
The woman hesitated, her gaze falling upon the slick, parted folds. That place had just been taken by several men—she had seen it herself. And yet, Siera was asking her to lick it?
Her stomach churned.
Still, she did not refuse.
With trembling hands, she held Siera's thighs and leaned in. Swallowing her hesitation, she extended her tongue, licking along the labia, circling over the clitoris and folds.
A sour taste lingered—mixed with traces of the men before.
"Ahh … yes, just like that—hngh."
Siera's body tensed. The orgasm she had nearly reached surged back, spreading from her lower abdomen throughout her body. Her breathing grew erratic, her thighs tightening.
"Ahhh, almost—"
And just as she was about to reach the peak—
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Her heart pounded violently.
Pain suddenly spread throughout her body, snuffing out the pleasure that had burned so brightly. Her head throbbed as if struck, and her body felt as though it were falling into a void.
Darkness swallowed her vision.
All her clients vanished without a trace.
A dungeon? she thought. Here?
Before she could find an answer, her body was violently thrown onto the ground. She winced, struggling to rise despite the pain in her hips and between her legs. At the same time, voices filled her ears—cheers and cries of amazement.
"The summoning was successful!"
"Our kingdom is saved!"
"The Saintess has descended!"
Siera slowly pushed herself up.
She could still feel remnants of semen trailing from her body down her thighs.
Her gaze fell upon figures dressed in white—like servants of God—kneeling before her in awe.
What are these fools doing?
Then she noticed others standing behind them, dressed in elaborate, luxurious garments. For some reason, they reminded her of the royal settings in the manhwa she used to read.
At that moment, someone from the front stepped forward.
He approached with calm steps, his long white robe trailing behind him.
For a moment, Siera was speechless.
His face was almost too perfect to be human—sharp jawline, straight nose, and eyes filled with serenity. His long white hair flowed like silk, faintly glowing under the light, giving him an almost sacred presence in contrast to her own defiled state.
Without a word, he removed his robe and gently draped it over her body, covering her nakedness—and the traces of what she had just done.
Yet he showed no sign of discomfort.
"You must be confused, Your Majesty."
His voice was soft and pleasant—so soothing it stirred an odd curiosity within her.
What would he sound like … if he moaned in pleasure?
Would his voice grow hoarse, or remain just as clear?
Siera swallowed quietly.
"Forgive us for summoning you without permission."
"But our kingdom needs you … even if you come from another world."
He knelt before her, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips with utmost reverence.
"Please forgive our rudeness."
"But we beg you … save our kingdom."
A thought crossed Siera's mind.
Is this … transmigration?
But I didn't die … I wasn't hit by a truck or anything. How is this possible?
Slowly, excitement began to bloom within her chest.
She had indeed enjoyed her previous life, one revolving around sin. But over time, boredom had crept in.
And once again, fortune smiled upon her—driving away that boredom and giving her a new purpose.
A saintess, huh? Fine, she thought.
Siera helped the man to his feet.
"It's alright," she said softly.
Without a hint of shame, she reached out, caressing the cheek of the handsome man—her body reacting faintly, a dull ache stirring within her.
Her lips curved into a beautiful smile … one that felt ever so slightly misleading.
"I will become your saintess." Her tone sounded helpless, as if she had no choice—instilling guilt within them.
"I will save you all …," she straightened her posture, her back upright as she gazed at the kneeling figures before her.
"… you lambs in need of salvation."
Yes—this new life, far more interesting, awaited her.
Why would she refuse a gift from the gods?
When she was worshipped so deeply—what woman would not desire such a thing?