Chapter 45
Chapter 45
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Believer, Please Serve. (4)
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Thud thud-
The people in the chapel gradually filed out one by one. The sound of their footsteps faded into the distance, and before long, only Priest Isaiah and I were left in the room.
"Haa... haa..."
Confirming that no one else was around, he let out the breath he'd been holding back for so long, as if he'd been waiting for this moment. The strangely erotic sight made me swallow hard without realizing it.
Priest... you're excited again...
After taking care of his lust for nearly a few weeks, I could tell without him saying a word. I didn't know exactly why, but he was clearly aroused right now, desperate to relieve it somehow.
"Ugh... M-Masha, believer."
He clutched his chest and called my name in a pleading tone, snapping me back to reality. I grabbed his shoulders, which looked ready to give out any second, and supported him so he wouldn't collapse.
"P-Priest. Again?"
"S-Sorry. I feel so bad right now..."
I wasn't entirely sure, but according to him, he had some kind of illness. Something about losing control when he got aroused? I'd never heard of such a thing in my life, but right now, I didn't have time to worry about that.
The fact that a woman like me had him sweating bullets and begging desperately for help made it obvious it was real.
Well... even if it was a lie, it didn't matter. I had nothing to lose either way. If anything, the more the better...
I was such a scumbag, but part of me hoped his condition never got cured for the rest of his life.
"Th-Then, somewhere without people..."
"To the confessional."
"Y-Yes...? Oh, the confessional..."
Priest Isaiah pointed right in front of us to a small room. It stuck out like a built-in wardrobe, shaped like a miniature chapel.
It was originally a tiny secret room made for the sacrament of confession, but since he said it was urgent, I followed his lead without hesitation.
Creeeak-
Opening the door revealed a room about one mat in size. The only furnishing was a single chair, and there was a small hole in the wall to speak through to the opposite room. Of course, a curtain covered the hole, so you couldn't see the other side...
"B-Believer. Hurry inside..."
"Yes..."
I swallowed dryly against my will. The thought of doing something profane in this sacred place of penance and repentance already stirred a boiling sense of sacrilege within me.
I won't get struck by lightning or anything, right?
I figured the Lord wouldn't peek this far, but deep down, I was anxious. If we got caught doing this in a holy place, it wouldn't end well—no matter who I was, I had to hesitate.
"Masha believer? What's wrong? You don't want to?"
"No... I-I'm coming in."
But it was already too late to turn back. Half-dazed, I tensed my whole body and carefully closed the door behind me.
Click-
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"Haa... haa... It's so cramped."
"Yeah. Priest..."
The two of us in the tiny secret room.
Packed into the suffocating space, we pressed against each other, breathing hot breaths onto one another. About the size of two cabinets combined, the room quickly filled with our sticky, sweet scents.
"Who would've thought we'd do it here again..."
"Pardon?"
"Oh, n-nothing. Just pretend you didn't hear that."
"..."
He told me to ignore it, but I couldn't just let it slide. "Again here" meant he'd rubbed up against another woman in this very spot. I couldn't overlook that easily.
For a split second, I nearly blurted out if he'd done it with that old hag, but I shut my mouth, realizing I was no different.
I was just one of the impure believers desperate to get with the priest at least once, so I had no room to talk.
No, I'd known from the start that he was quite promiscuous with women. I'm not even his girlfriend—why am I getting mad?
What is this? I don't get it.
Something inexplicable began to ache deep in my chest.
"This position is a bit uncomfortable. Can you manage like this?"
As my thoughts grew tangled and complicated, Priest Isaiah asked obliviously, as if he hadn't noticed a thing. My gaze naturally drifted to his crotch.
"Oh, yeah. You called me because it... won't go down again?"
"Yes. I can't handle it alone."
What the hell kind of illness is that?
I'd never heard of anything like it in my life. An erection that wouldn't subside... Normally, men struggled to even get hard because of low libido, but he was the polar opposite of ordinary guys.
Usually, they'd go soft after one release, but his wasn't some faucet—it stood even prouder, as if waiting, drooling precum like crazy. It was hard to believe even seeing it with my own eyes.
Well... whatever the case, it was good for me, so I swallowed hard and carefully pulled down his pants.
"Haa... You've been holding back a lot, huh."
"I know... hurry..."
His massive member sprang free. How could something so grotesque be attached to such a small frame? The disconnect was surreal.
I just want to feel even the tip in my pussy... but no way, right?
I considered asking once, but knowing he'd refuse, I didn't bother.
For some reason, even after seeing every inch of each other, he never allowed penetration...
Our relationship never went beyond mutual handjobs, no matter what.
Of course, it wasn't like we'd never connected at all. There was that one time he couldn't hold back and begged to put it in... but that was pure luck. With how aroused he was now, I doubted he'd agree to pussy.
Shlick shlick-
"Hngh! Nng...!"
As I stroked his precum-coated shaft, his hips jerked like he'd been waiting. Just from touching it, he whimpered and curled up like a small animal—what could feel so good?
"Feels good?"
"Ugh! Nng...!"
He seemed out of it, moaning incoherently, but he nodded emphatically in response to my question.
Ah... I know I shouldn't, but I really want to kidnap him...
No matter how cute, this creature was bad for both my pussy and my heart. If not for our status difference, I'd hide him away and fuck him on the sly like kids sneaking candy—but I couldn't, and that was my eternal regret.
"P-Priest..."
No... I can't hold back anymore. Seeing so much of his lewd side had my pussy gushing love juices nonstop.
Unable to endure, I plunged my free hand into my pussy and stroked his cock in sync.
It was pathetic, but this was the only way I could satisfy my urge to fuck him.
Ugh... can't you just put it in? I'm working so hard... couldn't you reward me once?
I'm going crazy. I know it's greedy, but I wanted his cock—not my fingers—shoved into my pussy somehow.
It was so unfair that he always came and left like it was done, while I was left unsatisfied.
"Priest, just once. I won't hurt you..."
"N-No. Not that..."
Even out of his mind with arousal, his resolve didn't waver easily.
Is he trying to maintain some priestly dignity? I know he's been whoring around everywhere—why hold out like this?
In the end, he wants it too...
At least to feel like we were fucking, I buried my nose in his nape and inhaled deeply.
"Hngh...!"
"B-Believer!? Hii...!"
Ah... so good. Nothing rivaled this drug. The scent from his aroused body was utterly lascivious.
Do all men walk around reeking like this? It was too fragrant to come from such a tiny frame.
Shlick- shlick- shlick-
"Kgh...!"
He must be close already. His breathing grew ragged, his angry cock twitching like it would burst. A little more, and he'd surely blow his load uncontrollably.
"Believer, a bit harder... harder please... I'm gonna cum..."
Feeling his climax approaching, he pleaded pathetically while looking up at me. Was it my imagination, or did I want to torment him? Glaring into his bloodshot eyes, I sped up my hand.
Shlick- shlick- shlick- shlick- shlick- shlick- shlick-
Ugh... this is cheating... Priest is too cute... I'm gonna cum too...! Hngh!
"Kghh! Haaaah...!"
Spurt- splurt- splurt-
Our peaks hit almost simultaneously. He shot his semen toward the door in front of him, while I, pressed right behind, squirted my juices between his legs.
"Hii... B-Believer..."
Still leaning back against me, Priest Isaiah let out frail breaths one after another. After the orgasm subsided, we gradually regained our senses from our half-lost states.
"Haa... haa... Masha believer. Let's clean up and get out before anyone notices."
"Ah, yes..."
The thought that it was already over deflated me, a weak sound slipping from my lips.
But Priest Isaiah, oblivious to my feelings, urged me to hurry and tidy up. As I straightened my clothes with lingering unease,
Bang-
Creeak-
"Huh!?"
The door flew open as if someone had been waiting—no one had touched it. A tall silhouette soon filled our view.
"Finished your business? Priest Isaiah."
She looked down at our entangled forms with icy eyes. The hollow gaze, laced with murderous intent, pierced straight at us.
"...B-Bishop?"
N-No way? Haha... Don't tell me the worst-case scenario just happened.