The Priest Wants to Retire

EP.248 Epilogue. Beltein Has a Lot to Say. (3)

Like a kitten bitten by its mother at the nape, I couldn’t even budge.

This wasn’t an issue of strength or skill.

From the frail arms wrapped around my neck, I felt no will to oppress me, not even a speck.

If I brushed them off, it felt like they would shatter right away; such delicate bindings.

But, being embraced all day long by a woman so strong she could chew rocks, this kind of weakness felt rather uncomfortable.

“Sister! What the—!”

Squelch.

Thanks to the overwhelming sensation pressing against my back, my words trailed off.

That unique shiver when a ripe, soft female body collapses against a solid male frame.

Just this morning, I had pressed my body against the Hero’s, enough to be sick of it, so it was unmistakable.

No doubt about it.

The Sister was now thrusting her ample chest toward me as if to flaunt it.

“Uh, how does it feel? Are you feeling good…?”

An unexpected question flared up in my chaotic mind, leaving me clueless about her intentions.

Feeling good? Seriously?

It was only my latent masculinity that couldn’t decisively deny the sentiment.

Though it resembled a pillow stuffed with cotton, the comfort of her embrace felt entirely different.

The intense warmth emanating through the thick priest cloak. A heavy presence.

The sweetness of her body odor, unmatched by any expensive perfume, reignited the desires I had barely doused.

“I haven’t taken accurate measurements, but since the compression bandage has loosened, it must have grown by about a fist compared to last year.”

Gasp! It’s grown!? More!?

A lightning bolt struck my mind at this shocking revelation.

The Sister’s chest, which was already somewhat the size of a child’s head, had expanded?

Setting aside the truth of her words, was that even possible?

Of course, the Hero’s chest had also grown substantially compared to last year, but still, the Sister’s should have been slightly less.

Even suppressing my sexual curiosity, my intellectual curiosity surged forth, making it hard to maintain any composure.

“Would you like to touch it? If it’s Priest Regis, it’s more than okay. Feel free to touch as you like…”

“Sister!”

Just before the absurd utterance slipped from the Sister’s lips again, I hastily intervened.

“Sister! Just a little! Please calm down a bit! Why on earth are you doing this…?”

As I turned around swiftly, facing the Sister who had been standing behind me, my thoughts, which had finally flickered back to life, shut down again.

“…!”

A soft gasp escaped my lips, thick with bewilderment.

I barely managed to move my trembling eyes to survey the outrageous reality before me.

The first thing I noticed was the daring design of her nun’s habit, which left the center of her chest completely exposed. It emphasized two voluptuous curves.

Reflexively diverting my gaze from such a shameful sight, I caught sight of a piece of black fabric barely covering her navel, starkly contrasting with her white thighs.

There were no pants to be found.

Beneath her half-dressed upper body were only pristine white stockings wrapping her bursting thighs and a precarious garter belt intertwined above them.

Thus, the only thing covering the Sister’s lower region was a thin piece of fabric cascading down below her chest.

“Ugh!”

I tightly shut my eyes, but it was already too late.

The terrifying scene from just moments ago was firmly etched in my mind.

When the heck did she change clothes like that?

Where did she get such indecent attire?

Was what I just saw really true?

A whirlwind of questions stole my calmness, and this gap in consciousness soon spiraled into a lack of focus.

Crash!

My body, perched on the chair, was suddenly knocked down onto the floor by some unknown force.

I reflexively tried to get up, but the intense pressure crushing my lower abdomen wouldn’t allow it.

“Your face is flushed, your breathing is ragged, and your pulse is racing. It seems you’re quite aroused. It’s certainly worth the effort of bringing this outfit here.”

Thud!

Before I could finish that thought, the pressure on my lower abdomen tightened again.

Even with my eyes shut, I realized what was sitting on top of my sprawled body.

It was none other than the Sister, clad in that nearly indecent nun outfit.

“O-Oh, please put on some proper clothes!”

Covering my face with both hands, I desperately cried out.

Instinctively creating a barrier with my hands on my eyes, I couldn’t help but feel so insecure.

Just one eyelid as my defense wasn’t reassuring enough.

The scene unfolding right before me was just that outrageous.

“Y-You’re enjoying this.”

The Sister murmured to herself as she bounced up and down on me.

Was it just my imagination, or did her voice carry a hint of excitement?

“How does it feel, Priest Regis? Though my body seems plump and insignificant compared to the Hero’s, doesn’t it have a unique charm and flavor…?”

“…Huh?”

Taken aback by the Sister’s sudden, outrageous proclamation, I blanked out.

And that wasn’t all.

Her incessant movements pressing down on my lower half stirred my already chaotic thoughts even further.

“It’s undoubtedly admirable to live your life loving just one woman. I’m in complete agreement. Especially since polygamy is often frowned upon in foreign lands… but what if we shifted our perspective? Is polygamy really only a bad thing? Is taking multiple partners to be condemned that much? Or could it be merely our prejudices?”

“…?”

Countless question marks floated above my head, causing me to tilt it in confusion.

While I could brush off foolish statements from a simpleton, the stupid thoughts from a clever person had to pass through my brain’s filters.

“If a man loves all his wives equally and all the women feel sufficiently loved, isn’t that what matters? Even if it’s not entirely equal, there’s no problem. Everyone experiences love in their own way. What might be a trivial touch for one person could be a cherished memory for another. Isn’t that right?”

“Ah, uh, y-yeah…?”

I did respond when asked, but frankly, I couldn’t fathom what the Sister was talking about.

Where on earth did such a topic come from?

She suddenly embraced me in her nearly undressed state, only to start extolling the virtues of polygamy now.

Was she a little tipsy in broad daylight?

Such ridiculous thoughts crossed my mind.

“M-Moreover, it’s natural in the ecosystem for superior males to claim multiple females…”

As the Sister praised polygamy, veering into the laws of nature, I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

Hadn’t I been in a similar situation before?

Ah, could it be?

“Is this because of the Saintess?”

“—!?”

The moment I said that, the Sister flinched and shivered.

It was a straightforward reaction that anyone could tell had touched a nerve.

Reflecting again, this wasn’t surprising.

The Sister only displayed such reckless behavior when it was linked to the Saintess.

She had probably seen the increase in the frequency of nighttime activities between the Hero and me and grew suspect that I might abandon the Saintess.

While I couldn’t quite grasp how that transformed into her urging for polygamy, this biggest question was finally resolved.

“Sister, I’ve told you before! No matter how much I officially tie the knot with the Hero, I’m the Guardian Priest of the Saintess first and foremost. I swear to the gods, I will never abandon her, no matter what happens.”

“…”

After calming my tightly shut eyes and soothing the Sister for a while, my blurry vision became clear as I noticed her surprisingly revealing attire which was still disrupting my thoughts, but it was much better than before.

“If it’s truly necessary, I might even consider a temporary polygamous arrangement with the Saintess. I will try to persuade the Hero somehow, so don’t worry. So please, you don’t have to go this far—”

“…Y-yes.”

“Eh? What did you just say…?”

“I… am…”

Her voice, tinged with a faint tremor of suppressed tears, made me open my heavy-lidded eyes wide.

It allowed me to see the look on her face I hadn’t noticed until now.

A face scarlet with embarrassment.

As if about to burst into tears at any moment, her delicate, trembling pink lips beckoned.

The frail hands clutching my chest desperately stopped my now-open mouth once more.

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