Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: 4. How Dare You Fuck Around with Some Bitch Instead of Me?! (2)
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"Huh?"
I thought I'd misheard her for a second. An aphrodisiac whose effects only wear off after creampieing inside her...? What kind of bullshit was that? Even in a fantasy world, this crossed the line. It made me look like some cheating bastard who'd snuck around behind her back.
"I waited until nearly dawn yesterday, but you never showed."
"B-Bishop..."
"So, which slut did you roll around with that made you completely forget about me...? Huh?"
Cold sweat poured down my back. I rolled my eyes, desperately trying to think of a way out of this, but nothing came to mind.
No, I couldn't think of anything.
I was blatantly guilty, so no excuse would work.
"I don't know who the bastard was, but her pussy must've felt better than mine, huh? Enough to make you forget everything I said and just pound away."
"N-No... I..."
"If you have something to say, spit it out. Though I doubt you'll get more than a few words in. Or was it that shocking? Did you really think it was just some regular aphrodisiac?"
Smooth—
Her hand slithered up to my left shoulder like a snake eyeing its prey. She wasn't even pressing down, just resting it there, but it felt heavy all the same. Was that my imagination? I couldn't even lift my head, swallowing a groan.
"If only you didn't throw your body around so carelessly... Priest Isaiah. Do you have any idea how expensive that aphrodisiac was? I bought it with my own money because of you. And you went and gave it to some other bitch."
"..."
"Who was it? Which slut did you fuck yesterday?"
'Haa... haa...'
My mouth wouldn't open. Every word from her was laced with venom, like blades pressing in from all sides, ready to stab me dead.
"Fine. If you can't say it, don't. It's not like this is the first time anyway. Right?"
"B-Bishop... I'm truly sorry. It's not what you think..."
"Priest Isaiah..."
"Y-Yes... Yes!"
"Didn't you say I was your favorite person before?"
"Yes? Yes, that's right."
"I believed that after taking the drug, you'd think of me first and come running."
She tapped my shoulder. As her words grew heavier, so did the weight of her hand.
"But I guess that wasn't the case."
"N-No, it is. You're the only one for me..."
"Stop. I don't want to hear it."
I tried to come up with an excuse, but Bishop Lisa cut me off. I clamped my mouth shut, trembling in fear.
"Come to my room tonight. If you don't... I can't predict what I'll do."
"Y-Yes... Understood."
With that final warning, she vanished. As her heavy hand lifted from my shoulder, my choked breath finally eased.
"Puha... haa..."
I really thought I was going to suffocate. I'd known her for over two years, but she'd never shown this level of killing intent toward me before. How furious was she...?
It wasn't entirely incomprehensible. From a sociopath's perspective, sure, but if the heroine I'd carefully raised betrayed me and cheated with some other guy, even I'd be stunned enough to shake my head in disbelief.
Thinking about it that way, the fact that she'd held back this long was impressive.
But this wasn't a game—it was reality.
That logic only applied when it was just a game.
The moment she drugged me, it was game over. And trying to win love through that? She wasn't even human anymore.
Crazy bitch... But what the hell? I'd never heard of a drug like that in my life. What? The effects only fade after ejaculating inside her pussy?
Even in a world overflowing with magic, where the hell did she get something like that?
📜 NEW QUEST 📜 [Bishop, Please Don't Be Mad]
📍 Content: Bishop Lisa is furious thinking you fooled around with another woman. Tonight is your chance. Appease her.
🎁 Reward: Slight increase in Divine Power.
❌ Failure: If you fail to appease her, she'll imprison you in rage and fuck you relentlessly as her lifelong sex slave until your Corruption Value reaches 100.
⚠️ Note: Intercourse increases Corruption Value by 1. (Current Corruption Value +15)
I'd been wondering when it'd pop up, and sure enough, it appeared right when I was about to forget.
Everything was this thing's fault. If I didn't follow its orders, it'd threaten to max out my Corruption Value to 100. What choice did I have? Just fuck wherever it told me to.
'Haa... whatever. Let's at least read it.'
I skimmed the details and frowned.
It was basically telling me to meet the bishop and make-up fuck. That was unavoidable anyway.
What left me dumbfounded was the last part.
'Corruption Value already at 15...?'
Wondering why it'd risen so much, I tallied up my recent partners.
One stranger in the confessional, Bishop Lisa, Nun Rachel.
Exactly three. It added up perfectly.
Even accounting for being too busy praying lately, how much had I been fucking for it to reach this level?
No wonder I'd felt unusually sensitive since this morning. That was the reason.
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Bang—crunch—
"Haa... haa..."
Bishop Lisa returned to her office, leaving Priest Isaiah behind. The moment she entered, she kicked scattered junk across the floor, breathing irregularly.
She couldn't control her emotions.
She was still so pissed about yesterday that she felt like smashing something to vent.
She'd tried forgiving him, holding back over and over, but she couldn't suppress it. She'd stayed up all night counting the hours until he'd come, only for him to betray her like this. How could she not be enraged?
"Ah... I shouldn't be getting mad..."
She clutched her burning chest, trying everything to calm down, but her rage wouldn't subside.
Her hysterical temper had gotten her abandoned by her parents as a child. Dedicating herself to the Lord had helped somewhat, but it couldn't erase her nature completely.
Once her anger ignited, nothing else mattered.
Bang—bang—bang—
She slammed her fist on the desk repeatedly. Cracks soon formed, and it split in half with a crunch.
"Uwaaaah!"
She let out a primal scream and collapsed into her chair.
No one to hear or see anyway.
She'd checked before entering.
"Ah... that damn Priest Isaiah... Priest Isaiah... Priest Isaiah..."
She was going insane. She couldn't understand why that bastard drove her to this. He was so damn fuckable, it made her lose her mind every time.
They'd lived together for years, but seeing him always stirred an uncontrollable lust.
He had no flaws whatsoever.
His looks, his body—everything was perfect. She couldn't tell if he was human or an incubus.
She wanted to lock him away and make him hers, but too many eyes were watching.
If he weren't a cleric, she'd have kidnapped him to some remote mountain valley and raped him day and night. Not being able to fuck him forever was her greatest regret.
And now... when she was already struggling to hold back... he'd gone and provoked her.
She'd tolerated his flings before. No, they'd actually helped—she could legitimately jump him because of his promiscuity.
He couldn't complain if she ambushed him after he'd been with others. It had satisfied her somewhat.
'But... of all things, that bastard... ignored my words...'
She'd warned him that if the drug was too much, he could come to her room.
Yet he'd blatantly fucked someone else? If it were just an aphrodisiac, she might've let it slide. The effects would've worn off soon, and there'd be no clear proof.
But this...
The moment he took it and didn't come, it was over.
'He'd rather die than fuck me—he must've grabbed some street whores instead. It's obvious.'
She wished she didn't know, but now that she did, she couldn't pretend otherwise.
Honestly, she'd felt Priest Isaiah needed some discipline for a while now.
This was the perfect chance to train him so he'd never swing his dick around freely again.