Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: 9. This Absolutely Isn't My Will... (2)
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“Why do you hate it?”
“Ah, no! It’s not that… gulp…”
Masha, a devout follower of the Holy Faith Church, was utterly confused. She had no idea how to process what was happening right now or what she should even say in response—no sensible answer came to mind.
Should she really just do as she was told? Had the priest always been this lewd deep down? A whirlwind of stray thoughts raced through her head.
All she’d done was boil some porridge as ordered from above, worried that the priest might be hungry. Yet the situation had taken a bizarre turn.
“Was that rumor true…?”
“Pardon? What was that…?”
“Ah, nothing.”
She’d heard whispers once before. Stories of the priest’s shadowy side… Tales that he summoned believers every night for lewd trysts, passed from mouth to mouth among the faithful. Of course, up until moments ago, she’d dismissed them as baseless fabrications.
How could someone so diligent and elegantly beautiful… It was beyond her wildest imagination.
She’d figured it was the stuff of dreams, nothing more.
But the towering thing right in front of her eyes wasn’t a dream by any stretch… Try as she might to deny it, her heart pounding like mad was stark proof of reality.
“Then… could I trouble you to heal me?”
Priest Isaiah’s whisper slithered into her ear like a caress. She’d clearly heard every word, yet her brain flat-out refused to comprehend.
Was this really the same small, angelic, adorable priest standing before her? Or an incubus in disguise?
The doubts kept multiplying, tail chasing tail. Not that she’d uncovered any answers… It was just the backlash of failing to accept the sudden shift.
“Um… I…”
The disconnect between her known reality and this was so vast she couldn’t even form words. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, her gaze locked on his fully erect cock.
This is that dick I’ve only heard about…
Aside from bathing with her father as a child, it was her first time seeing a man’s genitals. She’d assumed she’d never cross paths with one in her lifetime, yet here it was, right in front of her—throbbing, drooling precum like a faucet.
He must have held back so much…
Yeah, at least this she could grasp. The precum leaking out like from a busted tap… no, holy water… told her he’d endured for ages.
The scorching heat radiating from it, the scent—everything screamed how tough it had been for him.
“This won’t do… Believer Masha… Try holding it once.”
“Wha? Y-Yes!?”
The moment he finished speaking, Priest Isaiah seized her aimless hand and guided it straight to his cock. Suddenly gripping it, she jolted back to reality and yanked to pull away—but he’d anticipated it, clamping her wrist tight and refusing to let go.
“P-Priest… What in the world…”
Shaking him off would be easy. How strong could one man be? But given his position, the weight behind that grip was anything but light.
Struggling free might be seen as turning her back on the church.
“How’s it feel? Good, right?”
“Priest… You really can’t…”
Her mouth said no, but her body betrayed her honesty. She’d started heating up the instant she saw his cock—no denying the arousal now.
“Why not? Be honest, you like it too. Saying otherwise with that flushed face? Zero credibility.”
Ugh… How many women has he charmed? Every line’s a masterpiece. His lips curled in a mocking smirk, eyes crescented like half-moons—straight out of a fox spirit’s playbook, come to devour her soul.
To even save her own skin, Masha desperately fought to steady her unraveling mind.
“So? How’s a real dick feel? Like it? You’re young, Masha believer—probably not much man experience… Ah, so am I your first?”
“Ahh…”
What even is this feeling…? She knew it was wrong, but suppressing that primal urge bubbling from her subconscious was impossible. If only he were ugly—but no, with that face pressing in, even a statue couldn’t stay composed.
Still, no way she’d answer crudely to his face. Instead, Masha gave a tiny nod.
“Then… shall we stroke it like this?”
“E-Eh? Wait. I…”
“Why? Don’t wanna?”
“No, not that, but…”
“Then think of it as service. Sacrifice just once. Yeah?”
“Ugh…”
What… is this okay!?
Really okay!?
Can’t hold back anymore!
Slurp—slurp—
Crazy… crazy… crazy…
Masha’s hand glided over his dick, guided by the priest’s slender, jade-like fingers—entirely against her will. Yet blatant coercion or not, she couldn’t refuse.
And why? Because…
She was a female too…
A man—no, the priest himself—telling her to service him…
No reason to dodge.
“Haa… haa…”
Dick… dick… dick…
“Urgh…! Yeah… You’re good. Just like that. Keep going, believer…”
She gripped the flushed, upright cock and pistoned her hand fervently. Sticky squelches filled the room with each stroke, and somewhere along the line, her other hand had slipped down to claw at her pussy walls.
“Guhk… Harder… a bit more, please.”
“Ah, yes… Got it.”
“Urgh… Y-Yeah… Keep it like that…”
What the— so freaking cute…
Just a handjob while he bucks his hips sensitively, writhing like that—eyes glassy with tears. Does it really feel that good?
“Huuu…”
I want to devour him. I know it’s wrong, but I wanna pin him down and torment that priest. Keep him leashed at my feet forever, crawling only between my thighs.
When he whines about hunger, shove pussy juice down his throat instead of food. If it’s urgent, use him as my toilet.
Haa… Insane… Just imagining it’s electric. Why’s someone like this a priest? Can’t I enslave him for sex my whole life?
“B-Believer… Gonna cum. Pull out.”
“Ah, yes… Wait. Where do I catch it?”
“No…! Urgh…”
“Ugh… Whatever.”
At Isaiah’s warning it was imminent, Masha belatedly whipped her head side to side, hunting for something to catch the load.
Nothing handy nearby, so in panic, she ducked forward and engulfed his cock in her mouth.
Spurt—spuuurt—splurt—spluuurt—
“Mmmgh! Mmph…”
Sticky, warm fluid flooded straight down her throat. Days-old, thick semen ravaged her insides like an invader.
What am I doing…?
She’d only meant to stop any mess from splashing around, but this was a disaster on another level. She could’ve cupped it in her hand or caught it in her mouth without sucking him in.
But like she’d been commanded, Masha had mouthed Priest Isaiah’s dick—and stunned by her own impulse, her eyes flew wide.
No… Pull out quick!
Snapping to, she yanked her head back to fix her blunder.
Apologize now. If I beg forgiveness right away, it’s not too late…
“No! Not done yet! Please don’t pull out!”
“Hmmmph! Mmph!”
Priest Isaiah lunged, cradling her retreating head and slamming his cock balls-deep down her throat. Ejaculation unfinished, he pinned her in place to finish.
Spurt—splurt—spluuurt—
“Phaaa… Haa… Haa… cough cough!”
Only after dumping the final drop did he release her. Barely freed, she braced on the floor, hacking up a storm.
Crazy… Thought I was a goner.
Big’s fine, but this big? Forcing root-deep, I legit thought I’d die. Wait—are all guys like this? Nearly punched through my throat, and some weird, zappy pleasure throbbed in my chest.
“L-Looked like you loved it, believer.”
“Ah, w-well…”
Loved it? To die for. Honestly, she’d carry today’s memory to her grave.
First quasi-sex act with someone else, not solo—impossible to forget.
“Now, onto the main event?”
“Huh? Priest? M-Main event?”
“Believer… I’m still pent up. See? Ready to burst again. You held back for my sake too, right, Masha believer? This time… Shall I help you out?”
Glancing down to check—yep, exactly as he said. Cock raging full-mast. Blasted that load, yet no wilting; impressive on a whole other level.
“I’m suffering here… So, we doing this?”
Fuck it… Whatever. Priest’s fault for tempting me. She’d resisted, given openings. But this body-tease assault? Even she had limits.
No cap—if Saintess Amaness saw this, she’d greenlight a full pounce as legal.
Anyway…
Things had gone this far. Time to see it through today, one way or another.