The Priest Wants to Retire

I lost ♥ (2)

I intended to awaken her to reality.

If she wants to cling to me that much, let’s grant that wish.

But I’ll make sure she can’t ever say such things again.

The desperate plea of the hero and my unwavering determination.

I thought this was the only compromise in between.

Fortunately, I had the capacity to do so.

Somehow, this life had turned into one devoid of reason, but I had enough experience from my past life mixing bodies with women.

Even if it had been decades since I last embraced a woman, I figured it wouldn’t be too difficult to send an inexperienced virgin away without insertion.

My “talent,” which was hardly worthy of being called a skill, would surely prove to be quite the asset at this moment.

I saw ample odds in my favor.

Heh…♡ He, heh…♡

I gently gazed at the hero sprawled helplessly on the bed, occasionally releasing faint breaths.

Her face was completely buried in the pillow, and her already labored breathing looked incredibly exhausting, as if the slight chance to turn her head had utterly vanished, those pitiful gasps continued for quite a while.

But.

What about it… Let’s stop here…

─!!!

Just as the words of cessation began to escape my lips, the hero, with her face buried in the pillow, desperately shook her head left and right, energy bubbling up from somewhere I could hardly fathom.

It was ridiculous.

The hero’s monstrous stamina always amazed me, but I could count the experiences that matched the shock of this moment on one hand.

I felt she’d done at least 20 to 30 repetitions in an hour. It wouldn’t be surprising if a regular person showed signs of dehydration at this point.

Huu…

I planted my raised index finger firmly atop the hero’s full buttocks, like a flag, and rubbed the area vigorously.

Hmph!?♡

Right after that, the hero’s entire body convulsed briefly.

A body that had been unfazed by lightning flinched as if it had received a mere jolt from such a slight stimulus, indicating the hero was extraordinarily sensitive at this moment.

Though I was to blame, to be honest, the hero’s natural talent played a significant role.

Despite my intentions to send her off, the hero’s body was so intensely responsive that I began to doubt if she was truly an inexperienced virgin.

Of course, the aphrodisiac I had her consume just before the foreplay had a strong weakening effect that only worked on women, but I had only expected it to relax her body.

For the hero, immune to all poisons, no toxin would work.

Therefore, this intense reaction had to be attributed solely to her own being.

I knew well she was someone who could excel in whatever she needed to do physically, but to think she’d have such talent in this area too.

The notion that exceptional talent isn’t always a blessing flickered through my mind.

Hero…

Hah, ha…

I gently turned the hero, who was sprawled on the bed like a puppet with its strings cut.

Her eyes were unfocused and dazed.

Despite the tear-streaked face, it was still beautiful.

Strands of hair stuck to her sweaty neck.

The saliva pooling in her mouth dripped down onto her ample breasts, as if she was exuding the special pheromones meant to entice a male.

To see a hero who had never lost her bright, cheerful smile turn so disheveled like this.

The guilt of having defiled an untouched girl with my own hands and the disgusting feeling of being her first man coexisted within me.

Fighting against the heat of instinct, I forced my wilting reason to squeeze out words.

Hero… This should be enough… Stop being stubborn… let’s end it now…

Thud.

It was then.

Suddenly, the hero dropped her exhausted body onto me.

Thinking she’d fainted, I quickly tried to check her consciousness.

Her hand cautiously brushed over my left hand. I was taken aback by the strong notion it encompassed, causing my movement to be a beat late.

The hero gently tapped the ring wrapped around my left ring finger with her fingertip.

That seemingly trivial action, to a degree even petty, harbored a sensation of murderous intent. It was unmistakably murderous intent.

The fragment of consciousness that could hardly be called anger, closer to a vague annoyance, was more than enough to terrify someone like me.

In that unexpected turn of events where the hierarchy flipped in an instant, I couldn’t help but close my eyes tightly.

Tap.

When I tapped the empty wine glass with a spoon, what echoed unexpectedly in my emptied mind was a gentle resonance originating from my cheek.

Hehe♪

The hero, her eyes half-open, looked up at me with a playful smile.

Her mischievous gaze seemed to say.

You’ve been had, right?

Was she somewhat irritated that she’d only ever been at my mercy?

Her triumphant expression, like she’d scored a hit against me, seemed quite satisfying to her.

It was right after that.

Something I had never experienced before burst forth within me.

Emotion. No, it could only be aptly called an impure impulse; that nameless sensation swiftly engulfed my body.

If there were a dam in my heart holding back my desires, it had just crumbled.

Huh?

I untied the hero’s hands, which had been bound in front, and this time tied her arms behind her back.

Huh!?

As her arms were pushed back, forcing her to fall onto the bed, the hero appeared utterly clueless about what was happening to her.

Sh-shin bride… Shin bride?

You brought this upon yourself, hero.

Muttering that sternly, I cautiously approached her.

The hero once said in front of us.

She had never once felt any fear toward men after growing up.

It made sense.

Fear stems from a sense of strength, or from something beyond one’s own comprehension.

But.

As I, a frail man with not a single means of defense, slowly edged toward her, the hero’s blue eyes shifted their focus downward to my lower half, reflecting a clear emotion: it was unmistakable fear.

Hah!

Just as she tried to bite the sheets to stifle her sounds again, her attempt was effortlessly thwarted by my hand gripping her cheeks.

H-hinfu?

The hero, suddenly attempting to express a question, couldn’t complete her thought due to my fingers invading her mouth.

I can’t hear you saying you can’t take it anymore. Now, even if you don’t want to, I’ll make sure it comes out.

Huh, heh? Hm!? Ugh! Mmm! Ugh!? Slurp♡ Bump♡ Braap♡

I plunged my tongue back into her perfectly parted mouth.

Once again, the response was instantaneous.

I relentlessly chased after her fleeing tongue, tormenting it further.

Such brazen actions—I wouldn’t even let her dream of doing it again. Ruthlessly. Violently. Intensely.

The harsh onslaught, devoid of any consideration, left her completely exhausted and incapable of resistance.

Brahp♡ Mmm♡ H-huh? Hah!?

During our lengthy tongue exchange, an uncertain moan slipped out from her mouth.

It wasn’t hard to guess what that confusion stemmed from.

While we were still kissing, why was my hand heading toward her private area? The innocent girl had no way of knowing.

She probably unconsciously thought that caresses are done one spot at a time.

Hmph…──!!!♡♡

I pinched gently at her smooth privates, where fine golden hairs emerged that would have gone unnoticed in the dark of night.

The near-melodic moans that transferred through my tongue seemed to be a plea for mercy.

Yet that misplaced plea swiftly transformed into a desperate scream, driven by my wicked behavior that bit down on her breast.

Ah, aahh──!!!♡♡ Th-th-that’s unfair!♡ N-no, stop!♡ D-dangerous!♡ Unfair! Unfair!♡

Flap flap!

With her trembling legs beating against the bed, she struggled desperately to regain her composure.

Though commendable, she didn’t realize that her resistance only excited me further.

This is your real last chance.

Finally, I thrust my rigid self against her thigh, delivering my ultimatum.

At this point, there was no turning back, and I conveyed it in the most effective manner.

Gulp.

Right then.

Only previously muffled groans escaped her mouth when a resolute sound of suction echoed.

I understood her feelings well enough.

What was poking her thigh was the very same source of fear that had ensnared her beautiful gaze in fear a moment ago.

Even in this moment of desperately restraining herself, my body was itching to utterly ravage the creature before me.

Hah, hee… Hah… Hah…

Finally, taking a moment to catch her breath, she trembled her lips and spoke to me.

I wished deeply for her to reject me, yet I equally wished for her not to do so.

I had never felt such profound disgust toward my own base desires until now.

Shawn…

?

Shawn… please…♡

If the gods were watching my transgressions at this moment, I wished to send them this excuse.

Honestly, I’ve endured as much as I could.

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