Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Priest, Can You Teach Me That Thing You Did Just One More Time? (2)
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A few days after doing that unspeakable, shameful deed with Priest Isaiah. Rachel was consumed by a maddening sensation. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about him, to the point where normal daily life was impossible.
Honestly speaking, the events of that day still felt like a dream to her. She couldn't believe she'd exposed her shameful parts—the ones she never wanted anyone to see—to Priest Isaiah. And the shock of him mercilessly groping those filthy places lingered, refusing to fade.
'But why did it feel so good?'
When she'd been frantically shaking her hips atop the priest, it hadn't truly been her own will.
That electric jolt slamming into her brain. It was as if her long-dormant instincts had awakened, pulling her soul into an indescribable pleasure.
No one had taught her, yet her body seemed to demand it naturally, like eating when a meal was laid out before her—it just felt right.
No matter the consequences, every nerve in her body screamed for her to dominate the man pinned beneath her as quickly as possible.
Drip-
'Ah... again...'
Her body desperately craved that sensation from before. Alone in the assembly hall, cleaning by herself, she confirmed no one was around before slipping a hand downward to wipe away the sticky fluid trickling between her thighs.
Soon, her hand was coated in her own love juices.
She suddenly recalled Priest Isaiah calling this fluid that leaked out when she felt good "pussy juice."
What did it taste like?
Curious deep down, she parted her lips slightly and sucked the pussy juice from her fingers.
Slurp—schlurp—
"Ugh, it tastes awful..."
Fishy. Priest Isaiah's had definitely tasted delicious, but the moment her own touched her tongue, disgust twisted her face.
'It itches... I want to scratch it...'
Her breathing grew ragged, her head light and feverish. She propped her broom against the wall and sneaked out of the assembly hall.
Practically running, she flung open the outhouse door, checked that every stall was empty, then quietly headed to the farthest one and locked it behind her.
The pungent stench of the old-fashioned toilet assaulted her nose, but she ignored it, shoving her nun's habit aside to let air hit her bare pussy.
'Doing it again.'
Her panties were already soaked through with pussy juice. She'd leaked so much that the pristine white fabric clung transparently like see-through lace.
No time for second thoughts—she pinched one nipple with one hand while yanking down her panties with the other, plunging her fingers into her pussy.
'Haa... this isn't the feeling...'
A faint pleasure rippled through her with every touch to her nipples and slit. But it wasn't what she'd hoped for—no real satisfaction.
Not enough.
Far from enough.
It felt nothing like when Priest Isaiah had touched her. Back then, the slightest brush had her back arching involuntarily, her whole body melting into bliss, drool spilling from her lips.
But now...
It was just frustrating—no true pleasure at all.
She felt so pent-up.
"L-like this... maybe...?"
This time, she bunched three fingers together and thrust them deep inside.
Squelch—squelch—squelch—
In the deathly silent outhouse, the lewd sounds echoed obscenely.
But after just a few thrusts, she yanked her hand free with a twisted grimace.
It wasn't working.
Her pussy was too tight—her fingers couldn't slide in as deep as she wanted, always catching midway. Two fingers brought no thrill, but three wouldn't go all the way.
Haa... I need that thing.
Priest Isaiah's massive cock dangling between his legs. She needed it right now. It felt like thrusting with that would solve everything, but since it wasn't here, she reluctantly shoved her fingers back in.
Thrust—thrust—thrust—thrust—
"Priest Isaiah... Priest Isaiah..."
It was all the priest's fault.
How was she supposed to live a normal life now that she knew about this? It was so irresponsible. If she'd never found out, she wouldn't be suffering like this...
Anyway, she pictured his face in her mind and kept calling out to him.
She hated him for turning her body into this hopeless mess, but at the same time, she missed him terribly. He was so small, so precious.
"Haat...! Please... please...! Priest...!"
She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to rush to him right now and throw her arms around him. He'd probably hate being forced, but she didn't care—she wanted to rip his clothes off and make him cry beneath her.
Come to think of it, Priest Isaiah had been so adorable last time, whimpering through tears for her to stop. How could anyone be so perfect? She wanted to see that face again.
Huh?
'What am I even saying right now?'
She was confused. The thoughts swirling in her head were too chaotic to make sense of.
'How can I harbor such impure thoughts about my one and only benefactor...'
That mix of embarrassment and illicit thrill only heated her body further.
Reaching her limit at last, she frantically stirred her insides with her fingers and climaxed.
"Hiiiik!"
Squiiiirt—
Pussy juice splattered across the floor.
Thud—
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, pressing her head against the wall as she savored the lingering aftershocks.
"Not enough... this isn't it..."
Her waist twitching with a dazed expression, she started rubbing her pussy again.
It was hopelessly insufficient. She'd climaxed, sure, but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her. She craved that brain-melting sensation one more time.
No—she needed it.
Otherwise, she'd go insane right then and there.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "I tried to hold back. I was scared I'd hurt you again, Priest, so I prayed to Saintess Amaness and endured as best I could... but the more I did, the more you popped into my head... that place, y'know, where the pee comes out... anyway, it itched like crazy, like I was gonna die. Priest Isaiah... this time, I won't hurt you. Can you do that thing you did before... just one more time? Please?"
Back from her memories to the present.
She wasn't in her right mind. Like an animal in heat, she leaned toward me, her hot breath washing over my face.
"Ah... um..."
An internal conflict arose. Should I accept this or refuse? Any sane person would turn her down flat, but the blazing fire in her eyes made the words stick in my throat.
Glancing around desperately for an escape—
My gaze landed on the kids playing by the riverbank. They were thrilled over something, pitting tiny palm-sized frogs against each other in mock battles.
Looking back and forth between her and the children, I figured it was worth a shot.
"Um... Nun Rachel. There are kids around right now, so... could I do it for you later?"
"L-later? You can't do it now?"
At the word "later," she stared at me in dazed despair, biting her lip as if now-or-never, her mind racing frantically.
"The kids might see... You can hold out that long, right?"
"Ung..."
As I clasped my hands together pleadingly, she let out a pained groan.
I wanted to avoid getting physical with her if at all possible. I'd finally lowered my corruption value—letting it climb again would be a nightmare to deal with.
Of course, I knew some of the blame lay with me. I'd basically opened the eyes of this pure, innocent girl to a corrupt world, so I felt a heavy sense of responsibility.
But not now. Even if it had to be later, I needed to keep my distance and focus on bringing that value down first.
"No way..."
"Huh?"
"I can't hold back anymore..."
"Nun Rachel. I said I'll do it. I'm not refusing."
"I've endured so much already—I can't take any more!"
Grab—
"Hik...!"
Suddenly, she snatched my hand and dragged me off somewhere. We ended up behind a massive boulder—big enough for three people—tucked away where the kids wouldn't easily spot us. She pinned me against the wall, her eyes bloodshot.
"This should be fine here. If the kids find us, we can just step out right away—no risk of getting caught."
"Y-yeah, I guess."
Her sheer intensity made me nod along unwittingly. Her bulldozing attitude had me too scared to refuse outright now.
Nun Rachel's eyes right now were identical to Bishop Lisa's just before she pounced—predatory. As weak and frail as I was, I knew exactly what would happen if I said no here.
"So, we're good now, right? Priest Isaiah."
"Ahem..."
Feeling my mouth go dry, I swallowed hard. It didn't look like I had much choice.
I glanced around, but there was nothing—no one—to help me out.
I wanted to shout for it to stop, but earning Nun Rachel's hatred felt as bad as dying, so I resigned myself to it as my just deserts.
And above all, I was getting swept up in her vibe, thoroughly aroused myself.
"Alright. Then take it off... I'll make you feel good real quick."