Becoming The Strongest Angel With A Saintess System-Chapter 85: Hands-On Education

Grace woke up with her eyes wide open and Eternia’s "lesson" with The Tide still burning in her mind.

[You do remember this is a Love category mission, right?]

The System’s words echoed in her head like an annoying song she couldn’t get rid of. Grace groaned, rolling onto her stomach and burying her face in her bedroll.

[Great. Just great. I need to have sex with a water entity to save a village. Is that it? Totally normal angel business.]

She’d faced plant zombies, demons, and a fallen angel. She’d slept with Petriel, kissed Diana, and "trained" with Venus. But somehow, the idea of seducing The Tide felt... a tad more intimidating.

Maybe because The Tide wasn’t just horny—she was heartbroken. Angry. Abandoned.

[She might kill me mid-orgasm or something...]

Grace pulled herself up, stretching her wings. The sun was barely rising, casting a pale glow over their camp. Diana snored softly nearby, while Petriel was curled up like a cat on her bedroll. Meridian, surprisingly, was already awake, sitting cross-legged with a scroll in her lap.

[You know what? The nerd might actually be useful for once.]

Grace approached Meridian, who looked up with suspicion.

"Yes?"

"I need to ask you something," Grace said, keeping her voice low. "About Eternia and The Tide."

"Really?"

"Really. But keep it down. I don’t need Diana making jokes right now."

Meridian nodded eagerly, patting the ground beside her. Grace sat down, wondering how to phrase this without sounding completely insane.

"What do we know about Eternia’s relationship with the pillars? Specifically The Tide?"

Meridian’s eyes narrowed.

"The Ascended Choir has limited records from that era. Eternia created the pillars before she even created the angels, so most of what we know about them is simply rumors and word-of-mouth tales. But, from what you discovered with the Root, we know Eternia created them as containers for her unwanted emotions. The Tide specifically received her feelings of isolation and loneliness."

"Yeah, but what was their relationship like?" Grace pressed. "Is there anything about that? Even rumors?"

"Relationship?" Meridian looked confused. "They were creator and creation."

[Not helpful.]

"I mean, did Eternia visit them? Talk to them? Were they... close?"

Meridian’s eyebrows shot up.

"The Eternal Codex mentions Eternia visiting her creations, but details are scarce. Why?"

Grace glanced around to make sure Diana was still asleep.

"I had a... dream. A memory, maybe. From Eternia."

"You experienced Eternia’s memory?" Meridian was practically vibrating with excitement. "Some sort of divine intervention? What did you see?"

"Eternia and The Tide. They were... uh... bonding."

"Bonding?"

"Yeah, very... you know, intimately," Grace said, feeling her cheeks heat up.

Meridian stared at her blankly.

[For fuck’s sake.]

"She fucked The Tide with her fingers, okay?" Grace whispered.

Meridian’s jaw dropped. She blinked rapidly, then scrambled for a blank scroll.

"This is unprecedented! The theological implications of Eternia engaging in sexual acts with her creations—"

"Focus," Grace interrupted. "The Tide thinks I’m Eternia. And given what I saw, I think maybe... maybe that’s how Eternia used to calm her down."

Meridian’s quill paused mid-scribble.

"You think sexual intimacy was Eternia’s method of counterbalancing the loneliness she placed within The Tide?"

"Something like that."

Meridian frowned, thinking hard.

"The Codex does mention Eternia’s... extensive sexual history. Not just with humans and angels, but with various beings she created. It’s possible."

A few horse and dragon-related stories flashed past Grace’s eyes, making her shiver.

"SO, if I wanted to... calm The Tide down," Grace said carefully, "maybe I should... y’know."

"Engage in sexual acts with her?" Meridian asked with all the emotion of someone discussing the weather.

"Yeah. That."

Meridian nodded slowly.

"It might work. But you’d need to be convincing. The Tide would certainly expect Eternia’s... expertise."

In other words, she’d need to put in the performance of a goddess.

[Great.]

"Thanks," Grace muttered, standing up. "That’s... helpful."

Meridian was already scribbling notes again, lost in the academic implications of divine sexual relationships.

Grace walked away, her mind racing. If she was going to pull this off, she needed advice. And there was only one person in camp with the right experience.

"You need what now?" Diana asked, her mouth full of dried fruit.

Grace paced in front of her, hands gesturing frantically.

"Advice. On... making someone, uh... cum. Like, really hard."

Diana choked, coughing violently.

"Where the fuck did that come from?"

"The Tide," Grace said, lowering her voice. "I think... I think that’s how I need to handle this situation."

Diana stared at her.

"You’re going to fuck the water demon?"

"Maybe? I don’t know!" Grace threw her hands up. "I had this dream about Eternia and The Tide, and they were... y’know. I think m-maybe that’s the right way to approach this."

A slow grin spread across Diana’s face.

"So the virgin turnip farmer needs sex tips. This is the best day of my life."

"I’m not a virgin anymore," Grace mumbled.

"Getting fucked once by Petriel doesn’t make you an expert," Diana pointed out. "Especially not compared to a millennia-old being."

[She has a point.]

"So will you help me or not?"

Diana’s eyes gleamed.

"Oh, I’ll help you alright." She stood up, stretching like a cat before calling out: "Meridian! Petriel! Take a walk!"

Meridian looked up from her notes with a scowl.

"Excuse me?"

"Grace needs private lessons," Diana said. "Go collect samples or something for an hour."

Petriel, who’d just woken up, blushed immediately.

"Oh. Um. Okay."

"This is ridiculous," Meridian complained, but she gathered her scrolls anyway. "The fate of a village hangs in the balance, and you’re conducting sexual education?"

"Exactly," Diana said cheerfully. "Now scram."

Once they were alone, Diana turned to Grace with a predatory smile.

"Alright, rookie. Let’s talk about how to make someone cum so hard they forget their own name."

Grace swallowed hard.

"I’m listening."

"No, you’re not," Diana corrected. "You’re doing. This isn’t a lecture."

[Oh shit.]

Diana stepped closer, her perpetually topless body suddenly very much in Grace’s personal space.

"First rule: confidence. If you act like you know what you’re doing, half the battle is won."

"But I don’t know what I’m doing," Grace pointed out.

"Then fake it," Diana said, grabbing Grace’s hand. "Second rule: pay attention to reactions. When you touch someone here—" she guided Grace’s hand to her own breast, "—and they make a noise, that’s information. Use it."

Grace’s fingers curled instinctively around Diana’s breast, feeling the soft weight of it.

"Good," Diana murmured. "Now squeeze. Gently at first."

Grace obeyed, watching Diana’s face carefully. The warrior angel’s eyes fluttered briefly.

"See that?" Diana said. "That tiny reaction tells you you’re on the right track. Every body is different, but they all talk to you if you pay attention."

She guided Grace’s hand lower, across her toned stomach.

"The build-up matters. Anticipation is powerful. Make them wait for it."

Grace’s hand trembled slightly as Diana guided it to the waistband of her shorts.

"Third rule: variation. Don’t just do one thing. Mix it up." Diana’s voice dropped lower. "Hard then soft. Fast then slow. Inside then outside."

Grace’s cheeks burned, but she nodded.

"Fourth rule: use your words." Diana’s eyes locked with hers. "Tell them what you’re going to do to them. Tell them how good they feel. Ask them what they want."

"What if they want something I don’t know how to do?" Grace asked.

Diana laughed.

"You’re a fast learner. Improvise."

She pulled Grace’s hand away from her shorts, then suddenly flipped their positions, pressing Grace against a tree. Diana’s thigh slid between Grace’s legs, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

"Fifth rule," Diana whispered, her lips inches from Grace’s, "control. Make them think they’re getting what they want, but on your terms."

Grace’s heart hammered in her chest.

"How do I do that?"

"Like this." Diana’s hand slid to Grace’s throat, not squeezing but simply resting there, a gentle reminder of her strength. "You set the pace. You decide when they get relief."

She leaned closer, her breath warm against Grace’s ear.

"When The Tide begs you to let her cum, you make her wait. Build it up until she’s desperate. Until she’d do anything you ask."

Grace could barely breathe.

"And then?"

"Then you give her exactly what she wants," Diana purred. "But only because you choose to."

Diana’s other hand slipped under Grace’s robe, trailing up her thigh.

"So... Want a practical demonstration?"

Grace’s mind short-circuited.

"I—"

"YOUR HOUR STARTS NOW!" Meridian’s voice called from somewhere in the forest, effectively killing the moment.

Diana pulled back with a laugh.

"Perfect timing, as always." She winked at Grace. "Lesson’s not over, though. We’ve barely covered the basics."

Grace sagged against the tree, her legs embarrassingly wobbly.

"Basics? There’s more?"

"So much more," Diana said with a grin. "We haven’t even discussed tongue techniques, finger curling, or how to find the sweet spots."

"Sweet spots?"

"Every body has them. Places that make them lose their minds when touched just right." Diana tapped Grace’s nose. "Finding them is half the fun."

Grace took a deep breath, trying to collect herself.

"And you really think this will work? That I can... seduce The Tide?"

Diana shrugged.

"Worth a shot. Better than getting tentacle-fucked while trying to make conversation."

"I guess."

Grace couldn’t help but laugh. Only in her crazy new angel life would "learn to fuck like a goddess to save a village from a water demon" be a legitimate mission strategy.

But if it worked...

"When’s our next lesson?" she asked.

Diana’s grin widened.

"Right after lunch. And this time, the robes come off."

[What have I gotten myself into?]