Chapter 32: Temptation
Chapter 32: Temptation
The remaining four days of the Eucharist followed the same pattern as the first.
He would wake up late in the morning, eat, and rest deeply until late afternoon. Then, from early evening, an orgy would begin, accompanied by over twenty nuns. Whenever he climbed onto the table surrounded by them, they would cling to him of their own accord.
In the process, Jaejin, who previously had only four partners to his name, became a remarkably promiscuous man with fifty-three partners—a feat unimaginable in his original world.
As his experience with women grew, his cock in its demonized state was gradually tempered. Compared to the first day, which had ended after eighteen ejaculations, he was capable of twenty-three by Friday, the final day.
Of course, the rapid growth he experienced at the start slowed to a crawl after the tenth partner, and his member didn't grow any further than that.
After finishing the grueling evening routine, he would end the day by returning to his quarters, supported by Lena, who came to fetch him, and falling asleep in her comfortable embrace.
Sheryl had left for Verita early, claiming she had business to attend to. Though he hadn't been able to speak with her properly toward the end, she had left him with a parting word.
"...See you at the Council."
Considering her greeting, it didn't feel like their relationship had soured without him knowing. As a Demon Lord candidate of the Three-Eyed Tribe herself, she likely had her own affairs to manage.
And so, the final weekend at the Demon God Cult began. Since they were scheduled to depart immediately after breakfast on Monday and wouldn't be back for a while, he had to wrap up his life here within the next two days.
Rebecca and Valerie, whom he had seen every day for the past five days, showed no particular signs of regret at the news of his imminent departure.
"Whenever you feel like it, just come find me. I’ll make sure to... drain you.♡"
Rebecca lightly lifted her knee and rubbed it against his crotch. Her sadistic smile had a way of sending shivers down his spine.
The unforgettable pleasure provided by Rebecca's legs—if Lena hadn't been keeping a watchful eye, he might have developed a full-blown leg fetish on the day he corrupted Valerie.
"That won't happen... probably."
"Ahaha♡ You say that, and yet you seem to enjoy it quite a bit."
Ever since regaining her confidence, Rebecca had maintained this provocative smile. The erotic gestures coming from her soft features possessed a charm born from that very gap.
"Sister, Lord Ginger must be very tired from working late into the night."
Valerie smiled, intervening as Rebecca looked ready to pounce. The red-haired nun looked well-suited to her reverent veil.
Through Jaejin's cock, the Saintess's Blessing—the Holy Gate—had been neutralized, and a Lust Crest had been engraved, turning her into a Majin. Since that day, she had acted incredibly submissive.
After being repeatedly injected with pleasures that a human woman could hardly withstand by both Jaejin and Rebecca, she had become a fervent, unresisting devotee of the Demon God Cult.
"It’s a shame I won't be able to be impaled by Lord Ginger’s gallant, giant penis for a while... but as someone tasked with the great work of bedding many women, it is only right that we send you off with a joyful heart."
"Don't say that so loudly... it's embarrassing..."
No matter how much privacy the Beni Monastery guaranteed, it was still embarrassing to have someone blathering about cocks in the open air.
Just then, his eyes met those of a nun who had overheard Valerie’s voice. She was one of the nuns he had met during the Eucharist two nights ago; she greeted him as she walked by, leading a monk on a leash.
Once he had made his rounds through all the nuns involved in the Eucharist, they began to offer him quite friendly greetings whenever they crossed paths within the monastery.
It was like a mark of recognition for having satisfied women who had experienced countless men. Seeing this, Lena had remarked that he had gained fifty reliable supporters.
Compared to the hundreds of thousands of demons, it was a paltry number, but he liked that it was an achievement he had earned through his own efforts.
Since arriving here, he had relied on others for everything from food and clothing to his every action, so the results of the Eucharist, achieved solely through his own power, felt quite good.
After finishing his conversation with the two women, Jaejin headed to Sinclair’s house to find her. The detached house set aside on one side of the monastery was a two-story wooden building that smelled strongly of trees, in a very Elven fashion.
Opening the gate and stepping inside, he found a quiet, tranquil foyer. As he moved through the interior, which felt rich with phytoncides, he heard voices from within.
The two familiar voices sounded slightly agitated, as if they were locked in a heated debate. Lena’s voice seemed to dominate for a moment, followed by Sinclair’s.
At the unexpected conflict between the two, who were supposed to be close, Jaejin crept forward down the hallway without making a sound. Just as he was about to peek around the corner—
Jaejin was suddenly overcome by an unknown energy and collapsed to the floor.
As his consciousness faded, he faintly heard Lena’s voice.
"...then... directly to Lord Jaejin... let's."
When Jaejin opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling. It was different from the monastery quarters, the cathedral dungeon, or the confessional. His body was naked and relatively lethargic, but he could move well enough.
Looking at the wooden design of the room, which resembled the foyer and hallway, he seemed to be inside Sinclair’s house.
Come to think of it, the scent from the bedsheets resembled her body odor. Perhaps this was the bed she usually slept in, and this was her bedroom...
As that thought occurred to him, sexual desire surged in his lower body. Even though he had ejaculated an average of twenty times a day for five consecutive days, Jaejin’s current body felt a burning frustration if he didn't ejaculate at least once a day.
The blankets and sheets covering him were likely things Sinclair used regularly, which meant he was in indirect contact with her skin. If he were to rub his cock against them...
Creak. The sound of a door opening reached his ears, and Sinclair entered. Jaejin hurriedly hid the base desires in his heart as he greeted her.
"Are you awake, Lord Ginger? How is your body feeling?"
"I was tired anyway, so it feels like I had a very deep sleep."
"That is a relief. I was truly startled when the sleeping magic I set as a security measure caught you, Lord Ginger. I am deeply sorry that you had to experience this due to my negligence."
Seeing Sinclair bow her head in apology so abruptly, Jaejin found himself flustered and tried to stop her.
"No, I was the one being careless. I didn't realize Lena was already here as a guest."
"Thank you for your understanding. But Lord Ginger, did you happen to hear the contents of our conversation?"
"I was too far away, and the sound didn't carry well, so I couldn't hear. I think Lena said something at the end, but I didn't catch that either. By the way, did you two have a fight?"
Sinclair, who had been listening intently, stiffened at the question of whether they had fought. Seeing her expression, Jaejin worried they had truly had a major falling out, but Sinclair drew her body close to him.
"No. It was just a minor, very small disagreement. I happen to be quite greedy, you see."
"Uh... Sinclair? Could you step back just a little?"
Jaejin had been desperately trying to suppress his lust since Sinclair entered the room. She was wearing the white ceremonial robe he had seen in the confessional.
Calling it a robe was a stretch; it was a see-through dress that revealed everything underneath. Unlike the time when sex was the objective, she was now wearing only panties—a truly scandalous outfit.
She seemed to be using it as sleepwear, and the sight of her in such familiar attire, leaning in with that pure yet haughty face while her platinum blonde hair swayed, was an incredibly erotic scene that was not good for his heart.
"Is that not allowed? I simply wish to speak with you from a bit closer."
"I mean... if you come close in an outfit like that..."
He would get an erection. If he watched the swaying of those massive breasts, which were only held up by the fabric, from right in front of him, he couldn't help but get hard.
"Do you think you'll get an erection? It’s fine if you do. After all, I am Jinnie’s Mama.♡"
Whispering into his ear, Sinclair pushed aside the blanket and pressed her cleavage firmly against his small, exposed cock.
He had no intention of resisting that overwhelming sense of acceptance. It was impossible not to get hard in front of breasts that swallowed his cock whole and softly massaged his groin and pelvis.
"Jinnie’s cock is throbbing so vigorously. It's cute.♡"
Sinclair remained perfectly still after pressing down with her weight.
However, from the heat and the hydraulic pressure of her breasts alone, Jaejin’s cock throbbed, unable to withstand the excitement.
"Sinclair... move this... hngh."
"Hng~? A Jinnie who isn't honest needs a punishment.♡"
Sinclair pressed down even harder, shifting more of her weight. As Jaejin let out a groan at the intensified pleasure, she brought her hands to his upper body and firmly pinched both of his nipples.
A sensation like a bolt of lightning surged through him, bringing a powerful urge to ejaculate. He couldn't cum from something like this. To go just from breasts, without even using his cock... it was a disgrace for a man.
"You don't want to ejaculate from this kind of stimulation? Fufu♡ Then isn't there something you should say?♡"
More than the farewell he had to say to Sinclair, or his curiosity about what happened with Lena, the sexual desire currently filling his mind took priority.
"Mama... Sinclair Mama, let me cum in your breasts...♡"
There was no way he could resist after tasting the flesh of this enchanting Elf. He could call her "Mama," as embarrassing as it was, as many times as she wanted if it meant he could feel good.
Responding to Jaejin, who was acting spoiled without a shred of shame, Sinclair Mama grabbed her breasts with both hands and began to move them.
The sweat dripping from her cleavage acted as a lubricant, becoming a viscous mucus that clung to his cock, creating even richer hydraulic pressure.
"I'm cumming... Mama... Sinclair Mama..."
With an unbearable urge to ejaculate, Jaejin’s cock began to draw semen up from his testicles for the climax, and then—
"No♡ I won't let you ejaculate.♡"
Through some kind of magic Sinclair cast, the physical activity of shooting out semen unnaturally stopped. The semen that should have traveled through his prostate and up his cock to be released in a burst remained motionless in his testicles.
"It’s a binding magic♡ A special magic of Mama’s that doesn't interfere with biological functions but only binds the act of ejaculation.♡"
The once-promising Elven mage had now joined the ranks of the continent's preeminent Archmages, and a spell of this level was child's play for her.
But why? He couldn't understand why Sinclair, who had indulged him even when he said embarrassing things out of her overflowing maternal instinct, was doing this.
"It hurts because our Jinnie can't cum, doesn't it? Mama is sorry♡ It's just that there's something I want to say.♡"
Apologizing, Sinclair blew a soft breath to soothe his cock, which was stuck in a post-orgasmic state without the release. Rather than calming him, the hot breath blowing into the gap of her cleavage only intensified the frustration of not being able to ejaculate.
Sinclair watched the struggling Jaejin with a captivating smile. A little lamb who didn't know what to do and could only groan while pinned under her breasts—it was a priest's duty to save him.
"Mama wants Jinnie to stop being a Demon Lord candidate. Throw away that difficult job and just live with Mama, spending your whole life having nothing but feel-good ejaculations. What do you think?"
The temptation of the platinum-blonde Elf Mama had begun.