Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: I Am a Lewd Priest. (2)
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“Our dear priest. What are you doing all alone here so dangerously?”
A voice dripping with clear intent, lewd and brazen. My body reacted on instinct, a brief jolt of pleasure racing up my peripheral nerves and lightly brushing my mind.
The bishop of the Holy Faith Church. Bishop Lisa Apelt.
I didn't need to turn my head to confirm it. Her sticky moans and every caressing touch were etched into my body. My body remembered faster than my mind ever could.
But... why of all times...
“Ah...! Ah...!”
'Damn it, damn it, damn it.'
Why right now of all times?! Just a few more minutes of prayer, and I could've lowered my Corruption Value. I never imagined she'd pounce on me so suddenly.
“Priest Isaiah, I did tell you, didn't I? You mustn't let your posture slip during prayer...”
Bishop Lisa smirked slyly as her delicate, jade-like hands roamed over my body. She was the one interrupting, yet she scolded me to pray properly.
'What do I do?'
We'd come this far—beating her off now would be ridiculous. All I could do was grip my rosary tighter with both hands, clinging to my sanity as I forced the prayer to continue.
“Hng...!”
Was she trying to break my stubborn resistance since I refused to budge? She buried her face between my collarbones and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent like a predator relishing its prey before the feast.
“Haaa... Priest. Your body still reeks of that horny male musk. Even after getting fucked so hard the other day, you want more?”
“Euk...!”
She was going for it now. Her hands slid from my waist up to my chest, then dove deep under my robes without restraint, snaking between my thighs.
No... if she goes any deeper here...
Schlick—
Bishop Lisa eagerly pulled out my raging hard-on, as if she'd been waiting for this. Against my will to finish the worship, my cock stood tall, proudly displaying its full glory.
Stroke—stroke—stroke—
“Kuh! Krhk...”
Bishop Lisa gripped my shaft and began pumping it slowly. The sticky pleasure tickling my lower half turned my mind blank, saliva drooling from my mouth uncontrollably.
I couldn't hold out like this. To anyone else, it might look like just a handjob, but not for me. My body, hypersensitive from the Corruption Value, made it unbearable.
No one could stay sane under such merciless torment on a body like this.
“Bi! Bishop...!”
“No. Keep worshiping. I never taught you to give up midway through service.”
That devilish bitch. When I tried to give in because it was too much, she forced me back upright. My legs trembled uncontrollably, my brain melting from the mounting pleasure, but all I could do was stand there helplessly, leaking precum like a broken faucet.
“What a lewd body you have. Getting this worked up from just a few strokes—do you really think you can serve Saintess Amaness with that mindset?”
She whispered lewdly in my ear, invoking the goddess amid her sultry breaths. If you're gonna do it, just finish already. She watched every twitch on my face, edging me relentlessly, not letting me cum as she kept up the handjob.
Euk! That fucking cunt... She planned to torment me like this from the start. In this world, men were nothing but fun sex toys.
She wanted to see me writhing in ecstasy like this.
“Hey! Grip it tighter! Guess you can't help it. Looks like you'll shoot your white piss right in front of Saintess Amaness.”
“Haht!! Ha...!”
Her hand sped up like she'd been waiting. The building orgasm from the base of my cock turned my brain to mush. Desperate to cum, I instinctively thrust my hips, fucking her hand like a fleshlight.
“Hait...! Haat! Bishop...!”
I was right on the edge, pushed to my limit.
“That's enough...”
“Heh... Heh... Huh?”
As if on cue, she yanked her hand away. She licked her precum-soaked palm lightly, sneering like she'd never intended to let me finish.
Despair washed over my face.
“Haa... Haa... Bishop... I was so close...”
“No. You need more punishment, priest. Now, shall we get serious?”
She slowly rose to her knees.
As she stood, the arms that had pinned me in place fell away, freeing me.
With my strength drained, I collapsed forward like a marionette with cut strings, ending up prostrated pathetically before the statue.
Click-clack—click-clack—
Her high heels echoed through the hall. She circled me, trembling on the floor with my face pressed to the ground, inspecting me like livestock.
“A priest sticking his ass up so lewdly... Think that'll satisfy your lust?”
Bishop Lisa pondered how to fuck me. I panted, staring up at her blankly.
In the game, she wasn't like this. Here, she raped me whenever she felt like it, but originally, she was the most loyal and devoted to the protagonist among all the heroines.
While the protagonist had used hypnosis and training skills on the others, she was the one pure love story in the game, won purely through affection.
If even she had turned into such a slut, the other women here didn't bear thinking about.
They'd be the same, or worse.
And honestly, I'd made some mistakes from the start. Dropped into the Priest game world, I'd recklessly hit on the nearest heroine without a word. In a world where chastity was flipped, they should've warned me. Bishop Lisa had shaken her head at me once and fucked me half to death.
Those events were still vividly traumatic in my mind.
-I trusted you! I loved you so much, priest! If I'd known you were such a sleaze, I'd have fucked you sooner.
-Hahk, hahk, you're mine now. Try running off again. If you tease that body anywhere else, you won't leave this room until it reeks of me.
-What're you doing? Lick my pussy. Want me to milk you dry again?
-After worship, come to my office. No work anyway—come relieve my sexual frustration.
-You know you're all I have, right? I'll make you whine like a bitch. Stop sniveling and shut up.
What a tumultuous past.
It felt miraculous I'd survived. I should've died from exhaustion long ago—maybe there was some system keeping me alive.
“Ah... What am I gonna do with you, our priest? Flopping your dick around for anyone. Was my mental training not enough?”
“S-Sorry. Bishop...”
“Well... It's fine. The more you whore around, the more excuse I have. And from now on, I'll just train you properly myself.”
“Huh?”
Thud—
Bishop Lisa hauled my limp body up and forced me to sit on the floor.
My fully erect cock twitched in the open air.
Bishop Lisa swallowed hard, perhaps feeling a thrill of taboo from deep in her heart.
“Bishop... The Lord is watching. Please... at least take me inside...”
Whatever. At this point, I didn't care if she fucked me or not. Edged to the brink, I just wanted to unload. But for some reason, that statue ahead kept nagging at me. Maybe it was my imagination, but it felt like its eyes were fixed right on me.
“What? Priest, you think the Lord is watching right now... and that's what you're worried about?”
“Bishop...”
“Heh, you still have that pure side. Don't worry—it's just us here. A being like that wouldn't care about lowly creatures like us anyway.”
Was that something a cleric should say? Well, Bishop Lisa never had deep faith. Orphaned and with no other options, she'd half-assed it. Not entirely incomprehensible, but... still...
“Bishop... I'll do whatever you say. Just please, not in the sacred chapel...”
Was she even listening? She grabbed my left shoulder, shoving my clerical robes aside with her other hand. Her pristine white pussy bared before my eyes.
Without a word, she slowly aligned my cock with her folds and lowered herself onto it.