The Priest Wants to Retire

EP.194 The Life of Herbivores (3)

There was no way out.

My tightly clenched lips weren’t enough to stop the Hero’s rampage; instead, I could only barely suppress the moans that threatened to escape.

My desperate struggles only served to fuel the Hero’s impulses, turning my futile writhing into a wicked dance.

At this moment, all I could do was chew on my own powerlessness.

“There’s no use denying it any longer! A man’s lower abdomen only gets harder the more excited he becomes! I already heard it from an anonymous informant!”

“·····!?”

“Tonight! Another tale for Bigtim will be added to the collection!”

“Ugh·····!”

I had no intention of violating anyone’s anonymity, but in my mind, there was only one person around the Hero who could offer such wicked advice, and for a moment, my vengeful spirit flared up.

“Hero! Wait, just a moment! Ugh! Ah! Th- Thattt!”

Every time the Hero’s massive backside rubbed against my protruding lower abdomen, an electrifying stimulation coursed down my spine, clouding my vision.

I had experienced the Hero clinging to me countless times, so honestly, it wasn’t that big of a deal now.

However, this intentional movement, which I had never felt in all my previous clumsy physical contact, was roughly dragging my consciousness in a direction the clergy should never go.

“Whew·····. Ahhh·····!”

A thin breath escaped shamefully through my clenched teeth.

The situation of directly relaying such a disgraceful sound to the Hero was not only humiliating but downright degrading.

Gulp.

The heavy sound of a swallow echoed in my heightened awareness, forcing my tightly shut eyes open.

“Priest·····.”

At that moment, I locked eyes with the Hero’s enchanting blue gaze, which seemed to observe my shameful state with rapt attention.

Even amidst the relentless tremors of my body, her earnest stare seemed to etch my disheveled appearance into her retina, imbued with a new, innocent meaning.

My dilated pupils lost all focus.

My body was heating up uncontrollably as if I had swallowed lava.

The way my lips moved, filled with drool, seemed ready to release droplets at any moment, was quite unsettling.

Those utterly embarrassing traits bore a striking resemblance to the aroused beastmen.

In that instant, a buried memory resurfaced.

I recalled the advice from my mentor about how to control my sexual desires.

Instinctual urges like hunger, sleepiness, and sexual desire are closely tied to human life, and while they can be suppressed, they can never be eradicated.

The reason why some saints who manage to shake off such primal desires are respected and lauded by all is that they consistently repel the black desires that invade their consciousness and continuously prove their nobility, as my mentor had said.

I remembered the foolish question I had once asked my mentor in my younger days, where I doubted the need to control these desires.

“Is it really necessary to govern desire?”

My mentor’s exasperated reply echoed vividly in my mind.

“Enough of the nonsense. If you don’t want to become a beast, then just do it.”

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“Mmm! Chuu! Hah! Mmuuuh!”

Every time our uniquely thick tongues entangled, I could distinctly feel my reasoning fade away.

The more the act became drenched and messy, the more our breaths mingled, growing rougher, but despite the chaos reminiscent of just finishing a marathon, the amount of oxygen actually entering my mouth was rather limited.

“Hero! Just a moment, I… I need to breathe! Ugh!”

As soon as my mouth was freed, another soft tongue invaded, sealing every gap in my mouth.

Sweet breaths, more intoxicating than any flower fragrance, mixed with equally sweet saliva, trailed down my throat, and I felt a loss akin to everything I had built crashing down.

I tried desperately to place my consciousness somewhere away from her, but the pain of my unyielding lower abdomen pressing against her soft thighs kept pulling my mind back toward her tantalizing form.

It seemed more accurate to say that I was being devoured by the Hero rather than sharing love.

Even when I awkwardly patted her back to soothe her or held onto her shoulders desperately in a bid to escape this ecstatic hell, the Hero’s sensual body only burrowed deeper into my own body and mind.

Had it been any other time, the Hero would have recoiled in fear at the slightest furrow of my brow, but I could easily guess why she was acting so recklessly now.

Swish.

“─!?”

Without warning, the Hero’s hand descended upon my lower abdomen.

That gentle touch, soft as a dandelion seed, sent me launching upward like a spring from my waist up.

Thump!

And the Hero, feeling my malicious movements with her entire being, joyfully trembled a beat later.

“·····♡”

“·····Puhah!”

Right after that, the Hero’s lips finally parted away from me completely.

I could only celebrate escaping that perverse ecstasy for a fleeting moment.

In the misty haze of repeated pleasures, I was greeted by familiar yet strange eyes.

The Hero’s wall-eyed gaze, reminiscent of a crescent moon in the night sky, conveyed unthinkable intentions to me.

“It feels wonderful, doesn’t it, Priest?”

With one hand caressing my lower abdomen and the other tenderly stroking my cheek, it was utterly evident that she was intoxicated by the mental pleasure she was experiencing for the first time in her life.

“I’ve been so····· so terrified. No, scared. I was afraid that those words about you desiring my body were just a sweet lie, your careful consideration for me·····.”

“Hero·····?”

Her voice, reminiscent of a dying match, gently landed on my neck.

It was then that my battered mind, torn apart by sequential disasters, suddenly cleared.

“I thought my body might not be to the Priest’s liking·····. I feared I might never satisfy you·····. The thought that I can only take from you and have nothing to give in return was terrifying, to the point that I couldn’t sleep at night·····.”

“·····!”

In the silence, her delicate melody mingled effortlessly with the stillness.

Though her voice was a mere shadow of its usual robust sound, the content of her words penetrated my eardrums deeper than ever before.

“Really·····. I’m so glad·····. That the thing I wanted to give you the most is also what you desire·····. I’ve never been this happy in my life! It’s like nothing else could compare!”

While it seemed she had regained some of her usual cheerfulness, each syllable still carried a lingering tremor of unshed tears.

That was the moment I realized.

I had misjudged the motivations behind all of the Hero’s actions.

It struck me like a bolt of lightning that assuming the Hero craved affection solely to fulfill her desires and hastily trying to push her away was an act of utter folly.

“Hero·····.”

“It’s so strange! I’m happy! I’m so happy it feels like I could fly up to the sky! But the tears! I can’t stop the tears!”

Pat pat.

I soothed the Hero, who was sobbing like a child for a while.

Feeling the trembling sadness flowing through my hands as I stroked her hair, my resolve finally hardened, albeit belatedly.

That’s right, before being a priest, I am a man.

It would be against the heavens to further embarrass the woman who has fallen for me.

“Hero·····. Tonight····.”

“Kaahh──!!”

Just then, a sudden, piercing scream echoed, snapping my dawdling consciousness back to attention.

“Hero!”

Even though the voice seemed distant enough that I couldn’t discern the gender, having found the evacuee I had been searching for so desperately diminished the importance of such details.

“Please, just get up for a moment! Did you not hear that voice just now!? There is someone else here besides us!”

“Ugh! Thank goodness! What a relief! Ugh!”

“·····Eep!”

This was a disaster.

It seemed the Hero, now overwhelmed with uncontainable emotion, could not hear that desperate voice.

Given that my body was firmly held by the Hero, forcibly moving her aside was not an easy option.

Anxiety welled within me.

While I wasted time like this, I had no idea what danger was befalling the owner of that scream.

“Hero! Please just get up for a moment!”

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Huh!”

Even as I roughly shook her shoulders, the Hero’s weeping showed no signs of stopping.

Not only that, but if left alone, she might cry herself into exhaustion.

It can’t be helped.

At this point.

“Tonight, I’m going to take you down, like a dog! Get up right now! Abigail!”

“─!?”