Chapter 296 Independence -25
Chapter 296 Independence -25
Half-reclining, braced on her elbows against the bed, Gashiel trembled violently.
The tingling sensation circling her body suddenly rushed downward, then surged back up in a wave.
She was a sheltered, angelic young lady with barely any knowledge of sex, so she couldn't even identify what was happening to her own body.
'Well, she was only recently freed—she's probably too shaken to process it.'
Gashiel's mouth fell open, frozen, barely able to breathe. Jiha bowed his head and pressed his lips to the long, pale line of her throat.
"Huuuuhk...."
As if that were a signal, her throat unlocked and she started breathing again.
She collapsed onto the bed with a soft thud, blinking as if she couldn't believe the change that had come over her body.
"Wh-what in the world is this...?"
"A woman's reaction."
Smiling, Jiha traced his fingers slowly across Gashiel's chest.
His fingers, held upright, wandered over her breasts, and Gashiel's brows softened with a pained sweetness.
Her expression was melting, but her mouth still managed proper words.
"I-I dislike this. Stop this vulgar act."
"Everyone becomes crude and vulgar in bed, young lady."
As he spoke, Jiha casually tilted his upright fingers, changing the angle. Nothing but a shift in position, yet the pressure on her chest intensified.
"Ah...."
Gashiel's eyes trembled with fear, but she could offer no resistance.
Like a dark buffalo roaming a white snowfield, the man's fingers roamed across her breasts, and a prickling, tickling sensation began to stir a strange anticipation within her.
A wish that he would do more.
'R-ridiculous. For me to harbor such low and vulgar thoughts....'
Gashiel suppressed the feelings rising from within and admonished herself. Most of the celestial tribe were devout followers of the old religion, but Gashiel was especially pious.
She had lived her life suppressing personal desire, taking devotion to the gods and service to her people as her virtues... and now the mere fingers of a barbarian were making her tremble.
'I-I must throw him off and get up....'
She couldn't use Mana, but even so, she couldn't just lie pinned like this.
Yet if she tried to rise, it would only mean pushing her breasts into Jiha's fingers of her own accord.
She didn't fully understand why, but that prospect terrified her.
It felt as though it would lead to an irreversible situation.
As Gashiel wrestled with herself, Jiha chuckled and explored her chest through her clothes.
The fabric was so thin that it was barely different from touching bare skin....
"What, you're not even wearing underwear?"
"A liturgical robe is meant to be worn directly against the skin."
Gashiel, who had been tense under Jiha's moving fingers, stiffened indignantly.
She was stern about decorum, doctrine, and rules, so even in her panicked state, the protest came out reflexively.
"Ah, so that's why you were subtly showing off your cleavage. Nice, it's attractive."
Though it was called a liturgical robe, the hint of her cleavage peeked out just enough to draw a man's gaze.
"What vulgar things are you saying...? How exactly do you intend to atone? Your words scorn the rites of the celestial tribe!"
"Did Alex jerk off to this?"
"......."
Gashiel's face flushed bright red as she grasped the meaning from the nuance.
She had been trapped in ice, completely immobile, yet she felt inexplicably ashamed, as if she were the sinner.
"Still, you seem to be wearing underwear below."
He had confirmed that while groping her rear earlier. Jiha sneered, and Gashiel composed herself again, her tone turning preachy.
"When a woman wears it, a single cloth is permitted as an exceptio— Hyaak!?"
Jiha slid his hand through the parted front of her robe.
As his palm slipped in and pressed against her breast, Gashiel's eyes fluttered in shock.
Could a man truly exist in this world who dared lay hands directly on the bare skin of a celestial Unique wearing a liturgical robe?
What was the world coming to!
A lament sprang reflexively into her mind, followed by the fear that this man would not stop here, and at the very end, a faint flicker of anticipation.
She feared what the man's hand, resting lightly on her breast, would do next... but was her pounding heart born of fear alone?
What was certain was that her already heated body had grown even hotter.
"Still preaching away. Pretty soon you'll be reciting blasphemy, you."
"Re-remove your hand. I am Gashiel Remaker, a Unique of the celestial tribe! Touching my bare skin directly without even seeking permission is an insolent act that scorns three thousand years of celestial history...."
Squeeze.
"Huk."
As Jiha kneaded her with his palm, Gashiel bit down hard on her lower lip.
She blinked, unable to believe her own reaction, and when he kneaded again, her breathing pitched higher.
"Ha, haaah.... Hah...."
When the man's palm firmly kneaded her breast, her lower back lifted off the bed, and she found herself instinctively wanting to flee.
But even as she twisted her waist, the man's hand remained utterly unmoved; just when she thought he was loosening his grip and relief washed over her, he kneaded harder.
"Ha, haah. Hnnng...."
Jiha spread his fingers wide and pressed his palm down, kneading in circles as if spreading dough thin—and Gashiel shook her head side to side, gasping heated breaths.
A sensation more intense than anything she had ever known dulled her mind to a haze.
Realizing that Jiha was quietly smiling down at her, Gashiel tried desperately to compose her expression.
Her stubborn refusal to show him a disheveled side, the pride of a well-bred young lady—both struggled to suppress the heat rising inside her....
Jiha's fingers teased her sensitive nub.
"Hnng!!"
Gashiel squeezed her eyes shut and let out a moan that sounded like lamentation.
Her shame at making such a sound kept her from opening her eyes, but she couldn't hide the face flushed with arousal.
"Were you a priestess or something?"
"N-no. Priesthood is something the celestial males receive. I, unworthy as I am, have received ordination from the order...."
The celestials were so reclusive that he hadn't known, but Gashiel seemed to be part of a religious institution.
"Ah, I see. Forgive my rudeness, then. Well then, oh young lady of noble house come to spread good tidings, might I knead your tits a little?"
"......."
Wasn't he already kneading them as he pleased?
Gashiel glared at him with humiliation, but Jiha simply spoke with a roguish air.
"No, see, I'm a low-born human bastard who didn't recognize a virtuous church lady, right? So I'm trying to properly pay my respects, even now. No problem if I ask permission, right?"
"Ah...."
Even as he spoke, Jiha's left hand, slipped inside her robe, was leisurely kneading and teasing her breast, while his right hand stealthily moved to her other breast.
The meaning was clear: from now on, he would use both hands—the gesture was him seeking Gashiel's permission before doing so.
"......."
This was a trick. There was no way this barbaric human male would stop and withdraw if Gashiel refused.
But Jiha's lower half was still stiff and taut—still unmistakably erect.
Even with her scant sexual knowledge, she instinctively understood what that meant: he wasn't satisfied yet.
'...Ah, Alex finished quickly and got up.'
A few shakes of her hand, and he'd spurted immediately, then left with a satisfied look, hadn't he?
It was a memory she wished to erase, but that was the full extent of her knowledge, leaving her with no choice but to compare the two men naturally.
The male before her was completely different from that vicious younger brother.
Yes, a male.
"What will it be?"
"I...."
Above all, the man before her was touching her breasts directly, and the ringing sensations in her head, strung one after another with barely a pause, made her feel as though her body was melting.
A sensation she had never known in her life. Was this how a priestess who had sworn and practiced lifelong vegetarianism would feel upon tasting beef?
She wanted to taste this sensation more.
Now that she'd learned this feeling, her trembling body confessed that she couldn't pretend otherwise.
Her mind said she had to block it, that she couldn't accept it, but her body wanted it.
"What will it be?"
"I...."
Her tongue was frozen; she knew that what she was about to say was shameful, but she couldn't stop herself.
Gashiel spoke in a voice full of lament.
"......B-be satisfied with just my chest."
"Yeah?"
Grinning, Jiha stripped off Gashiel's liturgical robe entirely.
The structure was so simple that untying a single knot was enough to let it slide right off.
"Ah, wh-what...."
Gashiel tried to cover her breasts with her white-feathered wings, but realizing that was pointless with Jiha pinning her down from above, she belatedly tried using her hands.
But Jiha already had both hands full, gripping each breast.
Her soft, tender breasts were crying out, trapped in the brutal male's grip.
The sight of white flesh bulging between his fingers was pitiful yet stirred raw carnal desire.
"Ah...."
As if stealing the sigh of Gashiel, who was only now regretting that she'd given permission, Jiha kneaded and rubbed her breasts with both hands.
His left hand teased slowly, his right hand kneaded fiercely.
As contrasting stimuli reached her chest, Gashiel's mouth opened and a moan spilled out.
"Hnng, hnnnng...."
Belatedly realizing she was making such vulgar sounds, Gashiel clamped both hands over her mouth.
As the young lady struggled not to let him hear her, Jiha caught her nipples between his fingers and toyed with them.
"Haaht...."
The gentle circling of his fingers on her nipples—the crackling lightning that had been striking her mind in intervals now ran without ceasing.
Gashiel shook her head side to side, trying to endure any way she could, but the man's fingers were slow and persistent.
Just when she thought he was only circling her nipples, he would slowly explore the areolas around them, then pinch mischievously.
"Ah, aahng...."
The moment she was pinched, Gashiel forgot all decorum, forgot everything, and a giddy cry slipped out of her.
Amid waves of pleasure that melted her body and mind, she stared blankly with her mouth open, panting for breath.
To think such a sensation existed in this world—she simply couldn't believe it.
"Wh-what...."
This man was an entity she could not withstand. Gashiel felt it in her bones at this moment.
Realizing that this would never end here if she let it continue, Gashiel tried to move, but Jiha was already untying the side knot of her underwear.
The cute little black ribbon on her chaste white panties was a curious touch. A hint of embellishment, just a tiny bit.
The pure-white underwear, the hard-won compromise of a holy angel, was soaked with honey.
"N-no, you mustn't."
Gashiel reached out to stop him, but Jiha ignored her and loosened the underwear.
Gashiel reflexively clamped her thighs together to block him, but Jiha's knee was already wedged between her legs, so she couldn't close them fully.
At a complete loss, Gashiel covered her breasts and the secret cleft between her legs with her hands. It was the final resistance she could muster now that her liturgical robe was gone.
"I-I cannot permit anything beyond this, no matter what."
"You'll permit it."
Jiha stated it calmly.
She grew afraid.
Because she knew it would be exactly as he said.