NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 172
EP. 172 A Stormy Night (7)
For Beltein, who was regarded as a paragon of chastity among nuns, the pleasures of the flesh were vague, faint, and soft concepts.
Of course, she possessed knowledge of sexual acts, but it was merely theoretical, something she knew of but did not truly feel.
Knowledge that does not resonate with the heart is nothing more than information, devoid of any emotional impact.
Even when she experienced self-gratification for the first time, Beltein did not feel the dizzying pleasure she had heard about. Instead, she only experienced a strange, floating sensation as her heated body gradually cooled down.
“It wasn’t much, after all.”
Right after finishing the act, her unusually clear mind began to feel ashamed of her impulsive indulgence in such a behavior.
This would be the first and last time she sought pleasure.
In the dark room, with no one watching, Beltein vowed firmly to herself.
But that vow…
“Uhng! Ahh! Aghh!”
…was shattered beyond recognition at this moment, as her lips released a pitiful whimper.
It was more of an unfinished scream than a moan.
It was strange.
It should have been nothing more than her breasts being squeezed and her nipples lightly bitten.
The stimulation that scrambled her mind completely took over her thoughts, spreading through her body and extending even to the very tips of her toes.
“No! Not there! Don’t suck and bite my nipples like that! Haah!”
“Sister, stay still.”
“Hnnng!”
Beltein’s blurred vision, wet with sweat, hazily focused forward.
Like a child seeking their parents’ bed in their sleep, she saw Regis gently hugging her full breasts, his eyes peacefully closed.
His adorable, innocent face would evoke maternal affection, even if she had none.
But the relentless assault of pleasure tormenting Beltein was undoubtedly the work of this small being.
“Hmm…”
“Agh! Ahh! Hnnng!”
The tiny mouth that held her rosy nipples momentarily moved, triggering another automatic moan.
It was dizzying enough from that alone, but Regis was also toying with her other nipple like a child playing with a marble, giving Beltein no respite.
“Sto— Stop…♡”
Every time her consciousness threatened to fade as she passed the limits of pleasure, a sharp pinch and bite on her nipples forcibly pulled her back. There seemed to be no escape through unconsciousness.
“Welna… let me go… please…♡”
A desperate plea, her last resort, no, a desperate beg for mercy.
It was a clever tactic, considering her muddled mind. Regis, the only one who could control the Saint, was now being manipulated by her, so there was no better option.
However, the chains that bound Beltein’s limbs tightly seemed to have no intention of acknowledging her wishes.
Her wrists were tied above her head, her legs bound tightly together, making it impossible to close them, wrapped around her thighs and calves.
She couldn’t even manage to push away the small child from her body, so completely was she restrained.
Her feeble struggles only made her seem like a female offering herself to a male, though Beltein herself was unaware of this humiliating appearance.
“Paha…”
“Haaah!”
As the small lips teasing her sensitive nipples finally pulled away, Beltein’s body shuddered violently as she experienced another mild climax.
Her nipples, more flushed and swollen than ever, bore clear bite marks.
Her ripe, mature body, adorned with the traces of a male, was paradoxically beautiful.
“Haa… haa…”
Was it finally over?
Her mind, dulled by the continuous pleasure, briefly sank into a hopeful sense of relief.
“…What?”
Then she noticed the unusual movement toward her lower abdomen. Something hot touched the already soaked cleft between her thighs.
Beltein, whose mind had been reduced to a haze, began to feel a deep sense of dread.
“No, no, Welna! Not that! Anything but that!”
She desperately cried out, squeezing out the last of her remaining strength.
But the chains that restrained her showed no sign of loosening despite her desperate efforts.
“Hm? What do you mean, ‘not that’?”
“You said before, didn’t you? That forcing someone against their will for your own desires is an unforgivable act!”
“This isn’t Welna doing this.”
“…What?”
It was at that moment.
The absurd statement uttered by the Saint left a large question mark in Beltein’s mind.
“What… do you mean…?”
“Welna would never do anything that Sister or Brother would truly hate. I promised Brother, after all. All I’ve done is help you two be honest with your feelings.”
“Honest with… our feelings?”
Beltein’s pleasure-addled mind was suddenly overwhelmed by this new, incomprehensible topic.
Her gaze naturally followed the Saint’s fingers as they gently stroked her cheek.
“Look.”
What she saw was unbelievable.
Regis, whom she thought was being controlled by the Saint, had opened his eyes, panting heavily as he stood over her, his large erection poised to consume her.
And the chains that bound Beltein’s body, the ones she believed were controlled by the Saint, were actually coming from Beltein herself.
“You didn’t know? Brother wanted to play with you, and you wanted to be played with by him.”
“No, that can’t be… that can’t be tru─nggh!?”
Thrust!
In an instant, the thick, hot intrusion forced its way into Beltein’s body, shattering her mind and spirit.
“Gahh! Ahhh!”
The sensation of something hot and thick sliding into her soaked depths lasted only a moment.
The enormous member, far too large for someone like Beltein who had vowed to live her life as a virgin, was an overwhelming trial.
The pain, as if a red-hot iron was tearing through her entrance, made her momentarily forget how to breathe. But that pain gradually began to fade.
“I know you like pain, but not too much. Let me help.”
Amidst her dazed consciousness, Beltein vaguely heard the Saint’s sweet voice.
And soon, she felt the excruciating pain inside her begin to melt away.
“Haaah…”
A sudden wave of relief washed over her, and a peaceful breath escaped her lips.
But in her distracted state, she failed to realize it.
She had lost her last chance to resist the rising tide of pleasure.