Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: In the Dim Night Confessional (2)
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“Haa…. Haa….”
I'm going insane. Do women's bodies secrete some kind of pheromone that drives people mad? The moment I buried my nose between her folds, a lewd scent assaulted me, already pushing me to the brink.
'Hah, I just need to lick her, right?'
It was simply about relieving her lust. There was no need to go all out with my cock and serve her that way. A light lick with my tongue should do the trick.
“Um…. Priest? Not yet?”
“Ah, j-just a moment. I'll start now.”
Lost in thought, I quickly pulled myself together and fixed my gaze on her pussy.
Dragging this out wouldn't do me any favors, so without overthinking it, I stuck out my tongue and slowly slid it between her folds.
“Ahk….”
Her delicate moan followed.
Before she could even collect herself, I stirred up her insides with my tongue, and soon her lower body began to tremble faintly.
“Slurp… smack, slurp… slurrrp….”
Delicious. Not just figuratively—it actually tasted good. Was it because my Corruption Value had risen? The love juices flowing from her pussy carried a sweet, spicy aroma. I could almost imagine living buried in it forever.
“Y-yes, ugh… hng…! It feels good…. Priest…. Deeper, lick deeper inside!”
Deeper…? I pressed my face closer and thrust my tongue deep inside. Immediately, her tight vaginal walls clenched around it, as if refusing to let go of the intruder ravaging her depths. The slick mucous membranes clung stickily to my tongue.
“Puha…!”
I'd been mindlessly sucking on her pussy lips, and only when she was on the verge of climax did I finally pull back to catch my breath.
Her glistening pussy, slick with juices and saliva, opened and closed repeatedly, as if begging me not to leave.
I wiped the love juices from my mouth and glanced at the silhouette beyond the curtain. She seemed unsatisfied, still lingering on the afterglow, her shadow staring straight at me.
“Parishioner.”
“Y-yes…. Priest….”
“You need to be quiet.”
“Pardon?”
“What if your voice leaks outside?”
“Ah, right…. I'll be careful.”
Even if no one was wandering around at this hour, screaming like that could alert the clergy inside the church.
And if, by some chance, the Bishop found out….
Ugh…. Just imagining it was horrifying.
I couldn't let myself get caught, no matter what. At least not in a way that ended badly.
So I whispered to her—my version of politely asking.
“If you make a sound again, I'll stop halfway. You wouldn't want that, would you? Try to hold back your moans as much as possible…. Alright, here we go again. Slurp….”
“Hng! Mmph!”
As I buried my face back between her folds and licked voraciously, she instinctively clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. Rewarding her effort, I served her with utmost sincerity, licking every inch without missing a spot.
“Hng! Hnnngh! Hn!”
'Ah…. I want to fuck her.'
I'd planned to end it with just licking, but the visual and olfactory stimulation had steadily built up my own arousal.
At some point, blood rushed downward, and my lower body stiffened rock-hard.
“Hnnngh! Khng! No…! Priest! I'm sorry!”
“Mmph?”
Splashhh—
“Puha! Paha…!”
I'd barely stimulated her, yet she squirted all over my face like a premature ejaculator, without warning. Whether from holding back for so long, her juices drenched me from face to thighs.
'Ah…. It's brand new….'
If you're gonna cum, at least warn me. My freshly received clerical robes were now splattered, needing another cleaning.
“P-Priest, are you okay?”
“Ah, yes, I'm fine. But please warn me next time.”
“Yes, understood.”
Having unleashed her torrent and feeling refreshed, she withdrew her ass from the curtain as if her business was done.
Her shadow showed her picking up and putting on her discarded clothes.
Wait, hold on? Is she seriously ending it here?
Is she just gonna get hers and leave me high and dry?
I'd only just finished warming up. I felt like I could go at least ten rounds right now.
“Um? P-Parishioner?”
“Yes?”
“You're done already?”
“Ah, yes, thank you so much. Anything more would be impolite….”
Really ending it here? I was so dumbfounded that one corner of my mouth twitched awkwardly in disbelief.
'What about me?'
Is this how it feels when a guy blows his load in under five minutes and calls it quits? I felt abandoned and flustered.
“Ah…. Um….”
I had to stop her first. Forget the Corruption Value— as a man, I needed to bust once here.
“Would you like to go again, by any chance?”
“Pardon?”
“It's a rare opportunity…. I'm sure once isn't enough for you…. This time, I'll use my cock.”
Gulp—
The sound of her swallowing was vivid. Not bad. She stood frozen, which meant at least half of her was convinced.
I know—a priest playing male prostitute? But truthfully, the cramped space had long filled with the musky, arousing scents of man and woman, half-melting my brain.
And Corruption Value could be lowered through prayer anyway. Point is, I needed to fuck right now.
“D-Do you not want to?”
My final pitiful plea sealed it. I couldn't see her expression, but by now, her mind must be reeling, desperate to pounce.
“Then…. just once more….”
As if enchanted, she stripped again and approached the curtain. With only that invisible barrier between us, our heated breaths mingled.
“Should I stick my ass out here again?”
“Ah, yes…. Just like before.”
I'd lost track of everything. God wasn't watching here anyway, and as a man, holding back pent-up lust wasn't easy. The doctrine didn't strictly regulate sexual or material desires— it was lenient there, as long as I upheld the teachings.
Shluck—
Her massive ass returned to position. Unconsciously, I caressed its smooth, perfect curves.
“Priest, are you sure you're okay with this? You'll have to do it yourself in this position….”
Do it myself? Ah…. Right, that was the setup. Men were far less physically robust than women here, so usually, they had to ride on top….
I knew from experience. Women's libidos in this world were not to be underestimated. But what can I say…. Someday, I wanted to take control like this, lead instead of being led.
“Don't worry about that. I can handle it.”
I shoved aside the bothersome robes and pulled out my raging erection. At least 24cm of thick meat, tenting hard—it had endured admirably.
Gripping the massive shaft, I placed it between her ass cheeks.
Her pussy was already drenched from earlier, so no need to wait.
“Here it goes.”
“Yes, I underst— ugh! Heek!”
Squelch— sqiiish—
The sticky sound of flesh parting for the huge invader. Caught off guard by the size, she gritted her teeth with a full-body shudder.
But I wasn't the only one thrown off.
'What the…! Why is it squeezing so tight…!'
Once fully sheathed to the hilt, the tightness became overwhelming.
It was big and sensitive, sure, but this was beyond expectations.
Each vaginal fold pressed and clung to my cock, leaving hickey-like imprints everywhere. Like an onahole designed solely to milk semen.
“W-Wait…! This is too intense…. Ugh!”
I needed to thrust, but even that was hard. Pulling back felt like it was sucking me deeper, demanding I stay.
'No…. No…. I need to pull out fast.'
“Ugh! Sorry, Priest!”
“Huh? N-No! Heek!”
Ignoring my discomfort and the awkward position, she began rocking her hips back and forth.
This was supposed to be male superior, but somehow, I was the one getting fucked.
“P-Priest, haa…! Hak! Your cock is bigger than I thought? Hiding something like this under your priestly robes all this time.”
“Ahk! Please…! Eek!”
Satisfied by my masculine cries, she smirked mockingly. Legs splayed, I tried to endure, but each hip snap buckled my knees, pleasure surging through my nerves.
“Wait! Hhaak…! Uheee…!”
'If only my Corruption Value was a bit lower…'
At 10 Corruption Value, my body was hypersensitive. Even simple thrusting was pushing limits—if it rose more, I'd probably cum just from standing.
“P-Parishiohnnim! I! Slo…! W…! Hng!”
Even trying to speak, the piercing pleasure sealed my lips.
“Haa…. Sorry! I'll finish soon. Just…. bear with me a little…!”
“Haak! I can't…! Anymore…! Aah…! I'm cumming!”
Spurt— spurt—
Not premature, but I didn't last long, ejaculating stickily while buried deep. The woman, not yet satisfied, kept slamming regardless, forcing me to endure the ultra-sensitive post-orgasm torment.
“Keurk! Heu!”
Brain overload from excessive pleasure? My eyes rolled back, whites showing, moans silenced. I was reduced to a semen-dispensing machine, pistoned relentlessly.
“Uhek! Priest…! I'm cumming now!”
Splashhh—
Tears and snot streaming, countless thrusts later, she finally climaxed, squirting again. Her pussy released its grip, and I collapsed backward, off-balance.
“Huh? P-Priest, are you okay?”
The hellish forced milking over, she regained her senses and called out. I wasn't dead or injured, but I lacked the strength to stand alone.
“F-Fine…. I'm okay.”
“Did I go too hard?”
Is that even a question? I'd nearly died. She made me feel exactly why men died from ecstasy here.
“No. Haa…. Haa…. Really, I'm fine. Just…. a bit tired….”
“I should've gone easier….”
As if she knew and did that on purpose….
I was incredulous even thinking it. One thing was clear: never fall for this temptation again.
“Haa….”
Staring blankly at the ceiling, I caught my breath. Worried something happened, she fidgeted anxiously on the other side.
“Um…. Parishioner?”
“Yes?”
“You know, right?”
“Know what?”
“What happens in the confessional stays secret. Absolutely never speak of it.”
“Ah, I know.”
“Today's events are a secret between us…. Don't tell a soul. Got it?”