The Priest Wants to Retire

EP.173 A Stormy Night (8)

Pleasure leads humans down the path of corruption.

For a clergyman engrossed in reading the Bible, which spreads the word of God, this is a phrase he has heard and seen countless times.

However, this was undoubtedly the first time Beltein truly understood the meaning behind those words.

“Mm! Mmph! Sluuurp! Ahh! Ngh~!”

Each time the soft, saliva-drenched tongue intertwined with his own, an unknown, electric current surged violently through Beltein’s mind.

The shock of having the inside of his mouth, which he had never allowed anyone else to touch, stolen by his blood-related sister was gradually overtaken by the spine-chilling ecstasy that coursed through him.

And it wasn’t just that.

As her hands gripped his pelvis tightly, her hips moved relentlessly like a carpenter hammering in a nail, causing even the intellect and refinement Beltein had built over the years to crumble in an instant.

In that moment, as the pleasure that was overwhelming enough from just one sensation assaulted both his mouth and his lower regions simultaneously, it was almost a miracle that Beltein’s consciousness still maintained even a semblance of its original shape.

“Nnngh! Ahh! Ph-Phwahh…♡ Huhgh─!?”

Squelch!

Just as he felt a moment of relief as his lips parted and he thought he could catch his breath, the thick intrusion of flesh that seemed to lift his insides rendered such thoughts completely meaningless.

Crack!

“Nnnghah─!?”

His nipple was bitten again.

Even as she ravaged his lower region with an imposing organ that seemed disproportionate to her small frame, her mouth cruelly toyed with his bouncing nipple, something Beltein could only feel a sense of helpless frustration toward.

Though the saint had finally released his lips.

Now, even as he regained a bit of freedom, his vulnerabilities were being sucked, pinched, and bitten all over again.

Beltein’s breathing, once interrupted, remained erratic for some time.

“Ough♡ Ngh♡ Hahh♡ Nngh♡ Ahh♡”

He opened his mouth wide, desperate to somehow replenish his oxygen.

Thick saliva dripped from the tip of his tongue as it emerged from his mouth, and the obscene moans that followed were more like those of an animal in heat than those of a human.

At this point, Beltein had no room left for concerns about his dignity.

“N-No♡ P-Please♡ Stop♡ L-Layges, Priest Layges…♡”

Squelch.

“Nngh! Ahh! H-Hah…♡”

Splurt!

“Nngggggh──♡”

Switching to a different plea, he moaned as sorrowfully as he could, but the priest’s merciless thrusts showed no sign of slowing down.

In fact, if anything, calling out his name seemed to have only provoked an even stronger response, as the pressure increased noticeably.

Lick.

“Nnghh!”

Suddenly, a wicked tremor seized his mind, and Beltein’s eyes filled with a deep terror.

The saint, who had ravaged his mouth earlier, was now licking her lips and moving in for another taste.

Beltein had no qualms about light kisses; he had exchanged plenty in his youth, and he even somewhat welcomed them.

But a deep, tongue-twisting kiss, no matter how much Beltein doted on his sister, was physiologically repulsive.

However, Beltein’s trembling now was not due to any abstract idea.

No, it was something far more fundamental to humans.

“No, no! Welna! Don’t! I hate it! Sister hates that!”

He desperately rolled his tongue, thick with saliva, pleading over and over.

If he experienced that extreme pleasure once more, he truly felt like he would die.

Though Beltein had always considered tales of people dying from sexual intercourse to be mere rumors, now her thoughts had completely reversed.

She was going to die.

A person can die from sex.

Whether from shock due to excessive pleasure or suffocation from lack of oxygen, death was possible.

So it was only natural for Beltein, gripped by the fear of death, to struggle desperately to survive.

However…

“You hate it? Why are you lying?”

“H-Huh…?”

The saint’s innocent question was softly spoken.

That pure voice, devoid of any falsehood, briefly halted Beltein’s thoughts.

Moments later, the words the saint had spoken earlier returned to her mind.

She had only awakened their instincts, nothing had been done against their will. Everything happening now was merely what Layges and Beltein had subconsciously desired.

Those absurd words dropped into Beltein’s thoughts like a heavy raindrop.

“Sister! You shouldn’t lie!”

That sharp rebuke, like an admonishment for a child’s wrongdoing, caused those ripples in Beltein’s mind to swell into a great wave that engulfed her.

Splurt!

“Nnnggh─♡♡”

A large organ ruthlessly breached her vaginal walls and, before she knew it, had reached her cervix.

Beyond her blurred vision, Beltein could see clearly.

The deep, ruby-red eyes gazing seductively down at her while cradling her face on her lap.

In those mirror-like, transparent eyes was Beltein’s own face.

But the face reflected before Beltein wasn’t that of a pitiful woman suffering under coercion.

No, it was the face of a sly female, smiling blissfully, indulging in the brutish onslaught of a male body relishing her own.

The face of a bitch.

“L-Lie! No, no, no─♡”

Even the fleeting thought of escape was shattered by a forceful thrust to her hips, obliterating all in its wake.

What followed was a completely one-sided violation.

“N-No, this isn’t right! Ugh! No♡ No! Stop♡ Please♡ No♡ S-Stop──♡♡”

For most women, it’s difficult to reach climax during their first sexual experience.

The tension gripping the body and the pain of having one’s insides ravaged serve as significant obstacles to the joy women hope to reach.

But if there was someone who could artificially remove those obstacles and heighten sensitivity that would typically require a long period of physical conditioning, the story changes.

Does Beltein realize?

That with every thrust of the priest’s hips against her voluptuous buttocks, the stigma etched near her womb, as though it had met its true master, was throbbing with delight.

“Nngh♡ Ahhh♡ Nghh♡ Ahh♡”

That her once-freed legs had, at some point, wrapped greedily around the priest’s slender waist.

“Nnnggh♡ Hahh♡ Someone♡ Help me♡”

That her plea for help, her sorrowful cry, now only sounded like the seductive coo of a female, meant to arouse her male partner.

No, even if she knew, she would stubbornly deny it.

That deep, crimson desire for destruction lurking in her unconscious would surely guide her spirit to a higher realm of pleasure.

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