Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: How Dare You Roll Around with That Bitch Instead of Me?! (3)
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'What should I do.... Do I really have to go in....'
Late evening. After finishing up church duties, I'd arrived at Bishop Lisa Apelt's private quarters, frozen in place and gnawing at my nails. Getting fucked was already a done deal, but that didn't stop the anxiety from kicking in the moment I faced the situation—human nature at its finest.
How long had I stood there in front of the door, chewing my nails and debating whether to knock? Finally, I squeezed my eyes shut and rapped twice—knock knock.
"It's open. Come in."
Creeeak—
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. There she was: Bishop Lisa Apelt, lounging seductively on a leather sofa in the dimly lit room that oozed an intoxicating ambiance.
'She's really locked in and ready for this....'
Her outfit was lethal. She wore sheer white lingerie that left little to the imagination, one leg propped up on the sofa, blatantly exposing her pussy.
'Where the hell did she even get something like that?'
It was lingerie in name only—worse than wearing nothing at all. The important bits were on full display, and I had no clue where to even look.
Especially her pussy, dripping with arousal after who knows how long she'd been holding back... my eyes kept drifting there.
It was almost like she was saying, I'm gonna fuck you like a dog with this.
"What are you doing? Close the door and come in."
I'd been burning her every curve into my memory when her sharp voice snapped me back to reality.
"Ah, yes, got it."
I spun around, shut the wide-open door, swallowed hard, and stood before her.
As if she'd been waiting for this exact moment, Bishop Lisa Apelt smirked, one corner of her mouth curling up. With a casual tilt of her chin, she signaled what she wanted next.
Shhrrk— shhrrk—
I grimaced and started shrugging off my outer clothes. It felt humiliating, like I was some total sleaze, but I didn't want to get manhandled by her again, so I stripped slowly, letting the erotic tension build without a fight.
Her gaze was locked on me, unwavering. She sipped from the wine glass beside her, savoring me like I was the perfect accompaniment.
"Priest Isaiah."
"Yes? Yes! B-Bishop...."
"Didn't I tell you to make it as sexy as possible?"
"S-Sorry."
"You think that'll get my pussy wet?"
"..."
"If you're not confident you can do it right, at least moan like a slut in heat or put in some effort to turn me on. That's the only way I'll even consider forgiving you."
"B-Bishop...."
This was insane. She wanted me to moan? Sure, chastity was flipped on its head here, but I was still a guy at heart. I could do it if ordered, but emotionally? No way.
"Even so, that's a bit much...."
"Priest Isaiah."
"Yes...."
"Looks like you don't really want my forgiveness."
She tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes at me.
'Should I just do it?'
As I sweated bullets, too paralyzed to act, she scoffed and continued.
"Got some pride, huh? You'll be howling like a bitch in heat once I shove it in anyway.... Fine, I like a little fight—it makes fucking you worth it. Now strip faster."
"Yes...."
I'd braced myself for a slap, fur standing on end, but luckily, I hadn't pissed her off. No blows came.
After that humiliating striptease right in front of her, I stood there naked, posture hunched, hands awkwardly covering my crotch.
"Damn, that's hot."
Her admiring voice rang out. She licked her lips—truly savoring the sight.
"More importantly, Priest Isaiah, aren't you thirsty?"
"Huh? No, not really...."
What the hell was this? But a chill of unease washed over me, cutting my words short.
Tak— tak—
Bishop Lisa Apelt tapped the armrest with her index finger. No words passed between us, but the heavy silence spoke volumes—I knew exactly what she meant.
'Play along smartly.'
She was definitely signaling me.
"Ah... yeah.... I could use a drink."
It came out forced, but she liked the answer—her eyes curved into crescents. She hadn't really been asking. The response was scripted from the start; I just had to follow it.
Glug glug—
"Guess I should quench that thirst," she muttered to herself, tipping the wine glass over her left leg. Crimson liquid cascaded down, forming a red trail.
'What the fuck is this situation?'
I had no idea. She'd dumped the whole glass onto her leg without warning. The stream flowed from her pale thigh down to her calf, pooling at her toes and dripping rhythmically onto the marble floor.
"Lick it up, Priest Isaiah."
"Pardon?"
I stared blankly, caught off guard by the command, blurting out something stupid.
'Lick this?'
She was devious as hell. I knew Bishop Lisa Apelt was crazy, but dreaming up something like this? Impressive, in a twisted way.
Still, I wasn't about to buckle at this level. I'd endured worse—this was tame by comparison.
Just caught off guard by the suddenness.
Gulp—
No time to hesitate. I dropped to my knees on the cold floor, eyes level with her foot. Her wrinkled sole twitched slightly. After a full day on her feet in stuffy shoes, a sour scent hit my nose.
I glanced up at her. She gazed down with a seductive smile, drunk on her dominance.
Just having me at her feet had her breathing ragged with excitement.
'Do I really have to lick it....'
Licking feet straight-up grossed me out physiologically. If they'd been freshly washed, maybe—but these had been trapped in shoes all day. No contest.
"What are you waiting for? The wine's gonna spill everywhere."
"..."
Hate it or not, I couldn't stall anymore. Her voice sharpened with irritation, so I instinctively pressed my lips to her foot.
Starting with her big toe where the wine had pooled, I began sucking it clean.
"Hah.... Heh...."
The salty foot taste mixed with the wine's sweetness flooded my mouth.
I'd worried about gagging from the smell or flavor, but it wasn't that bad.
Maybe game mechanics were at play, or I'd just adapted after licking her sole all over—the initial sourness had turned oddly arousing.
"Like a real dog. Be this obedient from now on, and life's so much better."
"..."
"Suck it all clean. As a reward, maybe I'll let you eat my pussy...."
I slurped up every drop from her sole and followed the trail up her leg, nearing her thigh. I should hate this, so why was I getting turned on? Without thinking, I rubbed my raging hard-on against the top of her foot.
"Such a horny mutt. I said lick, not hump my leg. Though, I guess it's cute."
She giggled mockingly at my pathetic state, clinging to her leg.
I ignored it and kept going until every trace of wine on her leg was gone.
"That's enough."
Thinking it was over, she shoved me off with her other foot.
I reached out regretfully, but of course, I couldn't reach.
"Hmmm...."
Back to her appraisal time.
She admired me like a piece of art, my cock drooling precum, her expression even more exhilarated.
"Such a shame. If you weren't such a sleazy manwhore, you'd make a fine husband. Even with my zero dating experience, I wouldn't touch a cumdump who spreads it for anyone...."
"...."
"How about living as my house dog instead?"
"Bishop? A d-dog?"
"Yeah. Servicing your master's cock when she gets home from work. Treating you like a human would be too generous, Priest Isaiah. You'd make the perfect stud—getting hard only for me...."
Twitch—
What a pathetic loser I was. Even as she hurled insults and sexually degraded me, faint pleasure coursed through my body, making me tremble like a leaf.
It was obvious I'd lose all autonomy, treated worse than a slave—just a semen dispenser spurting away endlessly. Yet my heart pounded like it would burst. I couldn't understand it.
Somehow, without realizing, I'd already been tamed by her.