Chapter 70: A Prepared Bitch Eats the Dick (2)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 70: A Prepared Bitch Eats the Dick (2)[R-18]
Emerging from the confessional, Yuris wore the expression of a puppy told to "wait" while a treat sat right in front of her nose.
Twitch! Twitch!
She wanted to fly to her Master’s side this very instant, but the command had not yet been given.
"Haa... Haa...! Haaah...! Haaah...!"
The situation was pure torture—having her beloved Master right before her eyes yet being unable to do a single thing. Yuris’s body began to tremble violently.
Clap, clap!
It was then that her Master clapped twice and opened his arms.
"Come here, you bitch."
"Hah! Yes!!"
She couldn't hold back for even another second.
Patter, patter, patter! Grab!
"Master!!! Haa... Sip!... Master... Huah!... Sip... Master... please hold me...!"
"There, there."
"Haa... Ma-Master!... I love this so much!... Sip!... My, my butt too!... Please pat it...!"
"Alright."
"Haa!... Haa!.... Ngh!! Sip!"
Yuris might have been a bit slow on the uptake, but she was by no means stupid.
In fact, she was smarter than most her age—so much so that she had acted as the reliable eldest sister back at the orphanage.
Having walked the path of the eldest sister, then the outcast, and finally the Saintess Candidate, Ian was the only person besides the Director of the orphanage with whom Yuris could truly act like a spoiled child.
And to think the person letting her act this way was her very own Master...
She felt like she might burst into tears of joy.
'Master! Master!... Huaah..!.. Fuha..!'
At first, she simply clung to him, sniffing his scent and rubbing her face against his chest...
Rub, rub—
"Huaah...! Hu... Ngh....! Hah...!"
Gradually, she began to grind her crotch against her Master’s firm thighs, her hips twitching rhythmically.
...She knew it was vulgar, but she couldn't help herself.
From the moment she had laid eyes on her Master, her panties had gone past being merely damp; they were soaking wet.
More than anything, if she could remain restrained while smelling her Master’s scent and being held in his arms, she wouldn't be a bitch at all.
And besides...
Master wasn't just any ordinary master; he was her 'Fated Partner,' wasn't he?
"Huu...! Huaah..!.. Ngh... Nghah!... Master...!"
Anyone else might have been turned off by such a vulgar display, but she was certain her Master would accept all of her.
"It’s only been a week. Did you miss me that much?"
As expected, Master spoke with a gentle smile, showing not a hint of disgust.
"Yes! Master! I-I missed you so, so much!"
To be honest, the thought of going to see him had crossed her mind countless times, but...
ㅇㅇ(89.74): No.
Divine Power Vessel■: ...Why... Master... Master... don't you... want to see... your bitch?
ㅇㅇ(89.74): Lol, of course I do. But still, no.
ㅇㅇ(89.74): You're not just a bitch, you're a Saintess Candidate. It’ll stand out too much if you show up at the sophomore building.
Divine Power Vessel■: Uuugh.... Then... I don't want to be a Saintess Candidate anymore...
ㅇㅇ(89.74): Lol, then we’d see each other even less. Do you think the Church would just let you go if you suddenly quit?
Divine Power Vessel■: Ah... Uu... Th-then... after school... I'll go... to Master's... house...
ㅇㅇ(89.74): That’s a no, too. Master has a lot to do. Just wait patiently until the weekend. Master will play with you as much as you want then.
Divine Power Vessel■: Yes... Master.... I'll wait...
She couldn't possibly disobey her Master’s orders.
"Your breasts have gotten a lot smaller since I last saw you, haven't they?"
"Master... no... they haven't... Th-they actually... feel... like they've... gotten bigger..."
"...They got even bigger?"
"Yes... Lately... I kept... thinking of Master... while touching them... so I think... they grew..."
At that, Master chuckled and spoke.
"Then shall we check? Those bandages must be suffocating, right?"
"Yes... they're tight.... Master, please take them off...."
As she raised her arms as if surrendering, Master’s large hands slid inside her Saintess robes.
Slide—
"Hng!... Hng-gh!"
He wasn't even caressing her, just brushing past, yet why did Master’s hands feel so good?
Just as she possessed 'Recovery' and 'Healing,' perhaps Master possessed a blessing of his own?
For example, a 'Blessing of Bitch-Petting'...
Slide— Boing!
"Fuah!... Thank you..... for taking them off...!"
"...It really is a mystery every time I see them. How did you hide something this big? Siiip—!"
"Ah... Haaah!... It’s... em-embarrassing... if you smell... the bandages..."
"Why is it embarrassing? Sip! You were smelling me too, weren't you?"
"Uu... Ngh... Th-that’s true, but...! ...Ah... Ahh!... P-please... don't... l-lick them..."
"Bitch. By the way, what perfume are you wearing?"
"P-perfume?"
"Sip! Yeah, the milky scent is wonderful."
"...I-I don't use perfume..."
"You don't? Then how does a human body produce such a milky fragrance?"
"I-I don't know... I think it’s just... like how Master... has a... nice... smell too."
"I have a nice smell?"
"...Yes. A very... nice... smell..."
A scent that was hard to describe.
A scent that could only be expressed as 'Master’s scent.'
Yuris loved this smell.
No... 'loved' wasn't enough to describe it.
Yuris was in love with her Master’s scent.
"You don't mean the smell of my cock, do you?"
"N-no! It’s different from that... it’s hard to explain, but... Ah! Of course, I love the smell of Master’s cock too..."
"Siiip—! To have such a milky scent without perfume... Are you sure you aren't actually producing breast milk?"
"Aah...! P-please... stop... smelling me now... And... I don't have breast milk yet...."
"...Yet?"
"Ngh!... He... hehe. Yes... not yet. Later, Master... please make breast milk come out of your bitch’s breasts..."
Rub, rub—
As she cupped her breasts with both hands and lifted them, Master began to stroke them.
"You really are too cute... But do you even know how breast milk is produced?"
"Ngh..!... Haa... Of course I know...... You... get it when you're pregnant.... Master.."
"Then, does that mean you intend to bear my children?"
"Yes!... I want to!... P-please let me bear them..!... Me... Yuris!!"
She was just an ordinary country girl with nothing to boast about other than her position as a Saintess Candidate, but...
"...I-I can... definitely make sure... o-our babies never go hungry!"
When it came to her baby food tanks, she wouldn't lose to anyone!
"I see... and how many children do you want to have?"
"Uu... Uuu.. Well... about... t-ten?"
"...What?"
Looking at her Master, who had averted his gaze slightly, he seemed a bit taken aback.
"...Isn't that too many? Even at one a year, that’s ten years."
"No!!... I-it’s not many at all!!... I... I'll have triplets at a time!! I-I'll work hard to give birth to them!! B-but if that’s still too many.... I-I'll settle for nine...!!"
"Alright, alright. Calm down. You know we can't do that yet, right?"
"Ah... yes... I know..."
She was ready to get pregnant this very instant if Master wished it...
But she couldn't let her own greed get in the way of her Master’s future.
"Until Master says it’s okay... I'll make sure to use contraception..."
"Good girl."
"In exchange... later... you must.... definitely!... p-please... get your bitch pregnant? At least... n-nine of them...."
"...."
Slide! Press!
"Ah...!... Huuu... ♥"
Instead of answering, Master pressed his erect cock against her stomach.
*
Even if I excluded Laplace, who was still being won over...
Evelyn had been saying since our childhood days that if she ever got married, she wanted three sons and three daughters, and Yuris wanted a whopping ten.
Just counting the two women who were determined to bear my children, that was already 16 kids.
'I’m really going to have to work hard.'
It didn't seem like a normal, comfortable living would be enough to support a family like that.
Of course, I knew Evelyn was the only daughter of the 'Marigold' family and Yuris was a 'Saintess Candidate'—both women with far more capability than me—but...
My pride wouldn't allow me to live as a gigolo.
If I was a man, I should at least be able to ensure my women and my children never went hungry!
Rustle, rustle—
It was then that Yuris, without even properly taking off her Saintess robes, knelt on the floor, pushed the fabric aside, and pulled down her panties.
"Ma-Master...!... Your... bitch’s lewd pussy!... P-please... punish it quickly...!"
...Her saying she needed a diaper hadn't been a joke.
Love juice was overflowing from Yuris’s pussy to the point where her panties were practically useless.
'How can a person's pussy be this beautiful?'
No, it wasn't just the pussy.
From her pussy to her tightly puckered back pussy, Yuris’s buttocks were nothing short of a work of art.
"...."
Slide—
"Hyah—!!"
When I touched her anal area, Yuris let out a cute shriek.
"Sorry, did I startle you?"
"N-no... it’s just... uu...."
After a brief hesitation, Yuris slowly spoke.
"Um... Master... do you... want to use your bitch’s back pussy?"
"...A little? But don't worry. I don't plan on using it right now."
I am a very sensible man.
I knew that to use the back pussy, one had to prepare it beforehand.
Unlike the front, if you just shoved it in because you wanted to, it would result in a catastrophe for both parties.
Spread—!
Yuris then grabbed her large butt cheeks with both hands and pulled them apart.
"Th-then... Master... you can... use my back pussy..."
"No, still."
"R-really! I-it’s okay!... I always... keep it 'processed'... so that you can use it whenever we meet!"
"And... I even used 'Purification'... so... r-really... you can... just use it."
"...."
To think she had processed it just in case I might want to use it...
Yuris was a prepared bitch.
"P-please... Master! ...P-please take... your bitch’s anal virginity too! ...With Master’s... cock... please... poke every... single hole... and make them... all... into Master’s shape..."
She had even learned how to talk dirty. Yuris, who at first had been too embarrassed to even say 'pussy' properly, was now naturally spitting out lewd words to seduce me.
"...Bitch. A Saintess Candidate shouldn't say such lewd things in a church."
"Auuu... I-I’m sorry... Master... I... I just... thought it would make you happy..."
"Uh-huh. Don't apologize to me; apologize to Goddess Ellis."
"Yes... G-Goddess... Ellis... I’m sorry... for doing lewd things... and saying lewd words... in the church...."
Drip! Drip!
Even as she apologized, the juice from Yuris’s pussy showed no signs of stopping.
"...."
Yuris might not know it, but if Goddess Ellis were watching this scene, she’d probably be giving a big thumbs up.
—As expected of Lord Ian! I knew you could do it! she’d say...
"Aren't you going to say it properly? Don't just say 'lewd things'; say exactly who did what."
"Khuuu...! I-I’m sorry!.. Goddess Ellis!.... In... in the church!... To her Master... the Saintess Candidate... Yuris!... spread her back pussy!... and seduced him... to take her... v-virginity... I’m sorr— Khuwaaaa—!?!♥♥"
Plunge—!!
I thrust my cock into the back pussy of the apologizing Yuris.