Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Priest, It's Not That... You Just Remind Me of My Son... (1)
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⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Goal Achieved.] [Divine Power slightly increases.] [Current Corruption Value: 16] The translucent window floating before my eyes. Lost in the lingering afterglow for a moment, I ignored it and buried my face back in the pillow.
Chirp chirp...
The birdsong soon tickled my ears.
I glanced toward the window. The sun was rising over the mountain ridge, its rays beginning to heat up my naked body and Bishop Lisa Apelt's.
Even though our frenzied coupling had ended quite some time ago, whether from the aphrodisiac or the Corruption Value that had spiked so differently today, faint tremors ran through me now and then, like electricity jolting my nerves.
I'd lost count of how many times I'd passed out only to wake again. Whenever exhaustion dragged me under, she'd rouse me by force and fuck me all over. It wasn't until I'd blown four or five loads that I finally escaped her grasp.
'My body won't move.'
My whole body throbbed like I'd been pricked with needles everywhere. I tried to sit up, but couldn't even lift my torso. It hadn't been this bad even the day after pulling an all-nighter—hell, at this rate, I'd drop dead from exhaustion before long.
"Priest Isaiah. Where do you think you're going now?"
The familiar voice landed heavily in my ear. I'd been groaning, struggling to escape the bed, but my muscles locked up on reflex, leaving me rigid as a board.
How had she known? She lay beside me, eyes wide open, staring straight through me.
"Ah... um... my body's all sticky, so... I was just gonna wash up..."
Scary as hell. She was just looking at me, but the intimidation crushed my spirit, shrinking my voice to a squeak.
A brief silence stretched between me and Bishop Lisa Apelt.
Whoosh—
She, who'd been lying still, suddenly bolted upright.
Had my lame excuse gotten under her skin? With a deep sigh, she tilted her head, taking in my flustered panic.
"Then come wash up with me."
"Pardon?"
"You won't even be able to clean yourself in that state. I'll help."
"Ah... yes..."
I wanted nothing more than to refuse outright, but this was a world where only the strong called the shots. The last thing I wanted was to piss her off, so I mumbled a weak reply in a pitiful whine.
"You look like you hate the idea, Priest Isaiah. I won't do any of those weird things you're fretting over."
"N-no, it's not that. I'm just... a little tired."
"Jeez... It shows all over your face, you know? I'm wiped out too—can't go anymore. No need to worry about nothing."
As if our history was just one or two romps. She'd sworn up and down she wouldn't, but how could I trust Bishop Lisa Apelt? Hell, a street hustler would've sounded more reliable.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Whoosh...
Somehow, I got dragged into Bishop Lisa Apelt's private bathroom. She sat me on her lap and gently ladled warm water over my head.
The hair matted with fluids and saliva washed away, and soon my bangs, too heavy with water, drifted down to obscure my vision.
"I can do it myself..."
"Tch! Hands off. I want to do it."
I'm not some kid... Getting washed wasn't the issue—it was the fear she'd get riled up and pounce again. She'd fucked me in the chapel once just for sitting too provocatively. I needed some insurance.
Plus, we were buck naked and pressed together. She'd promised not to jump me, but biology being what it is for a woman, heat could strike anytime.
One wrong twitch, and she'd fuck me like a beast.
"Every time I see it, I think the same thing—Priest Isaiah, you've got such a delicate body."
"Ah... r-really?"
"So damn sexy. Those pink nipples... and skin white as fresh snow. Makes me wanna sink my teeth in."
"..."
"So... mind if I take a bite? Just once?"
Knew it. "Too tired," my ass. She was already breathing heavy, lewd whispers hot in my ear.
"Ku hu... ah, so cute. You're tense as hell. Gotcha, huh?"
"..."
Bishop Lisa Apelt snickered, smirking. Jokes had their limits—my heart nearly stopped.
I glared at her like an angry alley cat, and she just ruffled my soaked hair with an amused chuckle.
"I won't. Even a bitch in heat like me wouldn't pounce on a guy who's half-dead."
"Haha... Bishop, you... you scared me pretty good..."
She called it a joke, but what she tossed out casually hit different for me. Her mind was blank, but in those few seconds, every filthy scenario flashed through my head.
This wasn't kidding around—if she fucked me here for real, even chugging every healing potion in the church, I'd be bedridden three or four days minimum.
"Speaking of which, it's wild. Seems like you've been groping women left and right... but your body's pristine, like a virgin's."
"R-really?"
"Yeah. Whores usually paw everyone, turning their junk and nips all black and nasty. But yours? Pretty pink."
The rumors about me groping everywhere already grated on me, and here she was, stabbing my chest with some gossip she'd picked up.
Obvious she hated what I was doing.
Even if it was all to dodge Corruption, the fact remained: I'd been handing out touches. To any outsider, I was no different from a whore.
"Your face darkened again. Did I say something dumb?"
"N-no... it's all true."
"Aha... true, huh... No excuses left. Tsk... I'm the idiot who fell for a sleaze like you."
Tongue clicking sharply, Bishop Lisa Apelt hauled me up off her lap.
She rinsed the soap from my body, then—clearly done talking—draped a towel over her shoulder and strode out of the bathroom without a backward glance.
Slide—
"Ah... right."
"Yes, Bishop...!"
"Deliver the Holy Water to the Adventurer's Guild by end of day. Tired or not, you can handle that much, right?"
"Yes, understood."
Bang—
The door slammed shut behind Bishop Lisa Apelt as she left, the thud echoing her sour mood.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Back in the room where we'd fucked again, Bishop Lisa Apelt was already gone—the place felt eerily empty.
Instead, the stark evidence of our romp lingered: spatters of saliva and semen trailed from chair to bed like footprints, proof of how relentlessly we'd gone at it.
'She's pissed bad.'
Haa... Not the first time she'd sulk like this. Give it time, and her mood would sort itself out. In the end, the needy one always came crawling back—early or late, it was inevitable.
'Anyway, she said deliver Holy Water to the guild.'
Pulling on my scattered vestments, my energy just drained away. Of all places, there?
Adventurers meant guild, guild meant adventurers—but the guild was one spot I dreaded.
Personally, I saw it as a criminal den.
What else happens in a place crawling with women whose heads were full of nothing but cock? A hangout for folks dancing with death daily was never gonna be normal.
I'd once fantasized ditching this hellhole to try adventuring myself. Looking back now that I knew the truth? Utterly moronic.
If I'd been born a woman, maybe—but as a guy? Daily gangbangs awaited. Living here was a thousand times better.
'Anyway, is this the Holy Water for delivery?'
I bent down and cracked open the wooden box in the corner. Ten flasks of crystal-clear Holy Water.
The kind Bishop Lisa Apelt had squeezed out herself—pure, unmatched quality...
How much again? By my reckoning, each was worth at least one gold coin. Figure a silver covered a family's yearly living expenses, and each flask bankrolled a decade's worth. A massive sum, no joke.
Nothing like the watered-down swill hawked at markets.
"Heave...!"
I transferred them to my leather satchel—heavy, even emptied the box. Manageable, but a real strain.
Desperate to drop it off quick and crash, I hurried toward the guild.