Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Dare to Roll Around with Some Bitch Instead of Me?! (4)
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Is it because of all the painstaking training over such a long time? Just looking at Bishop Lisa sets my entire body ablaze. I've tried brainwashing myself countless times, telling myself I hate it, but once again, I was forced to realize that men just can't help it.
Just her smiling softly at me was enough to drain all the strength from my body, and I collapsed to the floor on my knees, legs spread wide.
Not that I'd say it out loud myself, but if only there'd been a dog collar around my neck right then, wouldn't it have made for one hell of a beautiful painting?
The title? Something like this:
Master and Me.
Just imagining it made my cock feel like it was going to burst.
"..."
Fuck... have I finally lost my mind...?
For a moment there, I nearly fell for it. I blinked hard and snapped myself back to reality.
Damn this wretched body.
Thanks to all the conditioning, just seeing her seductive figure made my mind waver. As Bishop Lisa had said, my head said no, but my body was brutally honest.
"Priest Isaiah, you must be suffering so much. We haven't even started yet, and your cock's already throbbing like it wants to cum..."
"... "
"Men have it rough, don't they? Carrying around something they can't even control. But you know what? That's exactly why they're so damn arousing."
"Wh-what do you mean by that...?"
Leaning back against the chair's armrest, Bishop Lisa switched feet, lifting her right leg this time. Midway through her words, she rubbed my glans lightly with the pristine sole of her foot, which looked like it had never known hardship.
"Kgh...!"
The cold, unwelcome sensation against my glans made my brow furrow instinctively.
The more I watched, the more amazed I was. How did she know my sensitive spots so well while rubbing my cock in such an awkward position...?
She persistently stroked the base of my glans, making my whole body tremble.
"Priest Isaiah, look. Your face says you hate it, but your erection twitches on its own, against your will. Unlike women, men's training progress shows so clearly. Haah... this is what makes it so damn hot. No matter how much you say you hate it, your arousal is plain as day. How could any woman hold back seeing this?"
She seemed aroused just saying it herself—her facial muscles relaxed, and a long strand of saliva trailed from her lips.
Haha...
To cut to the chase, wasn't she basically saying I looked so damn fuckable right now, and it was all my fault?
That's how it sounded to me, anyway. No need to listen to the rambling that followed.
But more importantly right now...
"B-Bishop...! Ngh...!"
You bitch... I've been dying to cum since earlier, but every time I get close, she shifts position and cuts off the rhythm.
Bishop Lisa always did this right when I was about to blow—stopping the stimulation to force me into begging. She had no idea how torturous that was for a man.
How many times had I thought, I can't take it anymore, just let me cum on my own...? But I couldn't. Doing that might drag me into an even worse hell.
All I could do was grit my teeth and endure.
But I couldn't hold out much longer.
"Agh...! Bishop, please let me cum. I can't... anymore...!"
"Priest Isaiah... stopping there isn't punishment. Hold on a bit longer. You know what happens if you cum by mistake again, right?"
She was just lightly pushing my cock with her foot,
yet it felt like overwhelming pleasure was crushing my entire body. My cock was needlessly huge, maximizing contact, so even the slightest stimulation made my hips buck.
Should I just ignore her and cum anyway?
She told me to hold back, so I was forcing myself to, but there was a limit to endurance. With semen already rising to the brink, holding on was insane.
Yeah, better to beg for forgiveness. Easier than clenching my teeth like this—cum once and apologize after.
"Haa...! I can't... anymore!"
Splurt—splurt—spluuurt—
I blew my load. Clinging to Bishop Lisa's leg, I spewed thick white semen. It splattered sticky and white across her foot. She looked at me writhing with a bored, condescending tone.
"I told you to hold back... and you couldn't even do that?"
"Heh... heh... Bishop... I'm sorry. I just couldn't hold it... anymore..."
I couldn't even lift my head. I didn't have the courage to meet her eyes, imagining the look she was giving me.
And if our gazes locked here, she might scold me for daring to look up. So I put on the most pitiful act I could muster.
"I'm holding back without even cumming... and you go off alone. What am I supposed to do?"
"I'm sorry. It was just too hard to hold... I'll be careful next time."
"Priest Isaiah..."
"Yes, Bishop...?"
"Aha... this won't do. Looks like I need to teach you patience properly today, as your bishop."
"Yes...?"
Squeeze—
"Ugh...!"
Her hot breath tickled my ear as she grabbed my cock with one hand. It was still hypersensitive from cumming moments ago, but she yanked it roughly, dragging me onto the chair.
"Ngh... if you grab it like that...!"
Did she have no mercy at all? Even for a woman, yanking a cock like it was trash was too much.
Of course, I couldn't complain, so I just weakly resisted by grabbing her hand, signaling my protest.
"Priest Isaiah, you can cum more, right? You did over ten last time. Let's aim for eleven today."
"Please, Bishop..."
Squelch—squelch—
"Hngh!"
She mounted me and forced my cock into her pussy. Fresh from orgasm, my glans throbbed with pleasure mixed with faint pain, and an unintended moan escaped my lips.
Squelch—squelch—
"W-wait... Bishop Lisa...!"
The pleasure was too intense; I tried to pull out, but she locked her legs around my waist, trapping me. The more I struggled, the more my cock dragged against her inner walls, nerves firing in concentrated agony. I was stuck, unable to thrust or withdraw.
"Priest Isaiah, I won't move at all. If I cum even once, I'll let you go. Do your best."
With that, she licked her lips and reclined the backrest.
She watched me groan with lecherous eyes, as if declaring she was done interfering.
"Hng...!"
The stimulation was too much. She'd promised to let me go if she came, but honestly, I had no confidence in winning. How could I outlast a woman from this world...?
If she wanted, she could clench her pussy effortlessly.
A living, freely contracting pussy meant defeat was certain from the start.
"Ngh..."
With the sole thought of making her cum somehow, I placed both hands on her chest.
Her bishop's breasts were impossibly firm for her age. As I mounted her, they squished under my grip.
"Haht...! You remembered my breasts are sensitive. What a pervert. Can't remember what I said yesterday, but your head works fine for this."
Her mocking tone amid whimpers. Whenever I tried to forget yesterday, she reminded me like this.
Squelch—squelch—
I didn't care anymore. It wasn't like I'd get her pregnant, and I bore some blame, however small. She'd told me to cum, but I hadn't—and I'd fooled around with another woman during that time, so my conscience stung a bit.
Of course, Bishop Lisa was the one who'd created the situation, but since things had turned out this way—and telling the truth wouldn't change the outcome—I decided to just accept it all as my fault.
Simpler than overthinking.
That way, this situation felt less unfair.
Thud—thud—thud—thud—
"Bishop... I'm sorry. I won't do it again... hng...!"
I buried my face between her breasts, pistoning my hips relentlessly. The sweet sound of flesh slapping filled the room as she smiled contentedly, savoring her handiwork.
"Men only listen when their cock's buried in pussy. Why keep up that pointless pride...? It always ends like this anyway..."
"Haa... haa... Bishop... habp...!"
I couldn't hold back. I took the pink nipple jutting from her breast into my mouth, sucking like it was ripe fruit.
Nothing came out no matter how hard I sucked, but dredging up childhood memories, I nursed on it instinctively.
"Hngh! Y-yes... right there...! Kgh...!"
Bishop Lisa's sultry moans followed. True to her weakness, her body twisted wildly.
But after dozens of sessions with her, I knew better. This was nowhere near enough.
She was moaning and feeling it, sure—but her flushed face stared at me more brazenly, her eyes demanding, Is that all you got?