Becoming The Strongest Angel With A Saintess System

{Grace}

The Tide’s tendrils wrapped around Grace’s thighs like living ropes, cool and slick and way stronger than water had any right to be.

[Okay, focus. Time to put Venus’s sex lessons to work!]

Grace took a deep breath and concentrated. She reminded herself this wasn’t just about getting the Tide off. This was about connection. Showing this lonely water goddess that someone finally understood her.

Technique:

Sweet Spot Seeker

Her fingers started tingling with divine energy as she ran them along The Tide’s watery body. The goddess shivered, her form rippling wherever Grace touched her, like dropping pebbles in a pond.

"What are you doing?" The Tide asked, her voice caught somewhere between "I’m suspicious" and "don’t you dare stop."

"Looking for you," Grace muttered, continuing to trace patterns across The Tide’s body. Not just randomly—with purpose. "The real you."

Her fingers found a spot just below where ribs would be on a human, and The Tide actually gasped—the sound like bubbles rushing to the surface. Like she’d never been touched there before.

[There,] Grace murmured, circling the spot with renewed focus. [That’s one.]

The Tide’s grip on Grace’s wrists tightened, but not in the "I’m going to drown you" way. More like she was holding on for dear life.

"You never... bothered before," The Tide said. "Just took what you wanted."

"Well... I’m trying something new," Grace said, activating her next technique. "Just for you."

Technique:

Finger Dance

Her fingers moved with the precision of someone who’d done this a lot more than Grace had, finding sensitive spots and working them with varying pressure and speed. Light touches followed by firm pressure. Slow circles followed by quick strokes.

The Tide’s entire body began to pulse with blue light, growing brighter wherever Grace touched her. Like a living, horny lava lamp.

[This is actually working. Holy crap.]

"Why now?" The Tide asked, staring at Grace, her voice wavering as Grace’s fingers found another sweet spot near her neck. "After all this time?"

"I... realized my mistake," Grace said, continuing the act. "Leaving you alone."

The water around them warmed slightly, currents swirling in rhythm with The Tide’s breathing. Her form became more solid, more human, responding to Grace’s touch.

It was almost like fighting, in a weird way. Each move Grace made, The Tide countered—not with aggression but with her own touch, her own exploration. A battle of pleasure rather than pain.

[I think I’m winning? Is this what winning feels like? Because I’m also kinda turned on.]

The Tide shifted suddenly, flipping their positions so Grace was pinned against what felt like the ocean floor. The water spirit loomed over her, eyes glowing with that strange stellar light.

"Not so fast," The Tide said. "You don’t get to control this reunion."

[Oh shoot.]

Water tendrils slipped under Grace’s robe again, more of them this time, sliding against her skin in ways that made her gasp. Cold and slick and strong, finding every sensitive spot on her body at once.

"I’ve thought about this for centuries," The Tide whispered, her mouth moving to Grace’s neck. "Imagined all the ways I would make you feel what I felt."

One tendril slipped between Grace’s legs, another around her breast. The cool water felt amazing against her hot skin, and Grace had to bite her lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

「System Notification: Pillar Quest Progress – 45%」

「Tip: Sometimes submission isn’t enough. The Tide needs to know you understand her pain. Get aggressive.」

[Get aggressive? With her? Eternia, you’re insane. She’ll drown me faster than I can say "sorry about the abandonment issues."]

But before Grace could figure out how to go about that, The Tide’s tendrils tightened around her, lifting her slightly off the floor.

"Now you’ll feel a fraction of my loneliness," The Tide hissed, her voice darkening. "Of being abandoned, forgotten."

Water began to flow into Grace’s mouth, not drowning her but filling her with a cold emptiness that ached down to her bones. It was like swallowing the concept of loneliness itself.

[Can’t breathe—but not drowning—what the heck—]

Grace thrashed against the hold, panic rising.

With a surge of strength, Grace broke free of one tendril and reached up, grabbing The Tide’s face between her hands. Instead of pushing her away, Grace pulled her closer and kissed her—hard.

The Tide froze in surprise, the water in Grace’s mouth receding. Then, slowly, she began to respond, her watery lips moving against Grace’s.

This could be tougher than she thought.

---

{Diana}

Diana slashed through another water-person, her golden sword passing through their liquid body like cutting jello with a spoon. These things were getting harder to fight—more coordinated, more aggressive.

"Petriel!" she shouted. "How are you doing over there?"

"F-Fine!" Petriel dodged a jet of water shot from a transformed villager’s mouth, the blast powerful enough to knock chunks out of a nearby wall. "If only we had fire!"

"Not sure that would do anything, but it would be nice to try I guess," Diana muttered, kicking a water-person in the chest. It splashed apart, then reformed immediately like a bad magic trick. "Shit."

A transformed villager lunged at Petriel, who shrieked and tumbled backward in a very un-angelic display of panic. Diana leapt in front of her, sword stabbing through its heart.

[This is getting us nowhere. We’re gonna die, and Grace is gonna be stuck underwater forever with her new water girlfriend.]

Diana grabbed Petriel by the arm and hauled her to her feet.

"Fall back to the village center! Get some space!"

They turned to run, only to find three more water-people blocking their path. Blue-tinged, webbed hands reached for them, mouths opening unnaturally wide.

"We’re surrounded," Petriel whispered, pressing against Diana’s back.

"No shit," Diana growled, raising her sword anyway. If she was going down, she’d go down fighting. And probably cursing.

The water-people moved forward in unison, closing in like a liquid net.

Then...

"Well, well. Having a bit of trouble, are we? Huh, Bravery Sister?"

Diana’s head snapped up at the familiar voice. Venus strolled toward them across the beach, looking perfectly composed despite the chaos. Her pink robes somehow remained spotless, not a hair out of place. She could have been walking to a spa appointment.

"Venus?" Diana’s voice cracked with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Venus smiled serenely, casually side-stepping a water-person that lunged at her like it was just a puddle she didn’t want to step in.

"I wanted to check in on you lot," She glanced around at the transformed villagers with mild interest. "Is our little Grace already meeting with The Tide?"

Diana gestured wildly at the ocean.

"Been in there for over an hour! Meanwhile, we’re fighting off these water zombies!"

"Hmm." Venus examined the blue-tinged villagers with the interest of someone checking out slightly underripe fruit at a market. "Not the most attractive transformation I’ve seen. The gills are a bit much."

A transformed villager lunged at Petriel, who shrieked and ducked behind Diana like she wasn’t also a divine warrior.

"A little help?" Diana growled.

Venus sighed, as if being asked to help move furniture rather than fight off watery monsters.

"I was just passing by. I should get back to my hut—I’m entertaining several villagers tonight. Good stress relief for them, considering."

Diana’s jaw dropped.

"You’re having an orgy while we’re fighting for our lives?"

"I’m a Love Sister, darling. This is your job." Venus winked. "Besides, I’m sure Grace is handling things just fine. She’s quite... talented."

"She’d better be," Diana muttered, fending off another water-person with the flat of her sword. "Otherwise we’re all fish food."

Venus smoothed a non-existent wrinkle from her robe.

"Well, I’ll leave you to it then. Do give Grace my best when she emerges. Tell her I hope she’s putting my lessons to good use."

"You’re just leaving?" Diana’s voice rose an octave, sounding more like a strangled chicken.

"I have guests waiting," Venus said with a smile. "And really, these creatures are more annoying than dangerous."

As Venus turned to leave, a transformed villager—larger than the others, with fully formed gills and webbed hands like claws—lunged at her from behind.

"Venus, look out!" Petriel cried.

Before Diana could even move, Venus spun with impossible grace. Her hand shot out, glowing with pink energy.

The water-person froze mid-air, then began to vibrate violently. A second later, it exploded into a shower of droplets that rained down harmlessly, splattering across the sand.

Venus dusted off her hands like she’d just finished chopping vegetables.

"There. That wasn’t so hard."

Diana and Petriel stared, slack-jawed.

[Holy...]

She turned and began walking back toward the village, hips swaying with each step like she was on a runway. The remaining water-people actually backed away from her, forming a clear path.

"Do give Grace my best. I’m sure she’ll perform admirably."

Diana watched her go, then looked at the puddle that had once been a water-person. It was already trying to reform, but the drops just quivered uselessly on the sand, unable to reconnect.

[Note to self: never, EVER piss off Venus. Holy shit.]