Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: 11. Did You Think You Wouldn't Get Caught? (1)
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Bishop Lisa glared at me sharply with cold eyes, drumming her index finger on the desk.
Dragged into her office, I stood there awkwardly with my hands clasped together, saying nothing as my mind raced frantically.
I'm fucked...
I never thought I'd get caught.
No, half out of my mind with lust, I hadn't even had time to think about it. Just like every time I'd slipped away naturally before, I figured this time would be the same.
But as if mocking my assumptions, a woman colder than ice stood right in front of me...
At this point, I needed some plausible excuse...
No, whatever I said now would just make things worse. Opening my mouth would only stoke her anger. Better to keep quiet and wait for her to speak first—it was safer for me that way.
"Haa... fuck..."
A curse whispered right in my ear. Her chilling voice made me flinch involuntarily.
Sh-she wouldn't beat the crap out of me, right?
I had no idea what would happen next. It was undeniable that I'd been fooling around everywhere, but this was the first time she'd caught me red-handed. Even she seemed to be struggling to calm her rattled nerves.
"Ah... you're such a fucking dog."
Finally losing her patience, she pulled a cigar from her drawer with trembling hands and stuck it in her mouth. As if trying to suppress the boiling rage surging through her veins, she lit it with a match, the tiny flame quickly catching.
"Hoo... fuck it! Shit!"
Bishop Lisa suddenly slammed the half-smoked cigar to the floor. I jolted back a step in surprise.
"Priest Isaiah... you should've at least made sure I didn't catch you. Right?"
"..."
"What, you think I'd complain about you fooling around? Huh!?"
I had nothing to say, even if I had ten mouths. How could I have known she'd walk in on that? She was supposed to be handling paperwork by now—why the hell...
Ugh... I wanted to crawl into a rat hole and hide.
"Haa... no, Priest Isaiah. Do you even think... haa..."
She trailed off, too incredulous to continue. Clutching her throbbing head, she let out a long sigh.
"I-I'm sorry."
I stared at the floor tiles and admitted my fault. I had no defense for my actions, but honestly, I felt wronged too. It wasn't like I'd chosen to go into heat—the Corruption Value had done this to me, and it was infuriating. But who could I even tell? It was just frustrating.
"Fuck..."
She turned her irritated, angry gaze back to me, pondering what to do with this bastard.
Am I gonna get fucked again...?
I could see the future unfolding. She hadn't just seen traces of debauchery—she'd witnessed it with her own eyes. No way she'd let it slide. And now she even had a perfect excuse to "punish" me properly.
Raped half to death... or painfully gang-raped... probably one or the other.
"What are you thinking?"
"Y-yes?"
"What were you thinking, doing that in the sanctuary?"
"Ah... well..."
"Didn't it occur to you that Saintess Amaness might be watching?"
"...I'm sorry."
She wasn't wrong. I could've done it outside, but in the sanctuary of all places... No, wait—hadn't she done worse last time? Raping me right in front of the Saintess Amaness statue like it was on display, and now she had the nerve to say that? It felt like a total contradiction. She wasn't exactly innocent herself... so brazen...
But those words would never leave my mouth.
"Haa... I've been barely holding back under the Lord's watchful eye all this time, and I feel like such an idiot now..."
H-h-holding back?
With a click of her tongue at those cryptic words, Bishop Lisa shot up from her seat. She stomped right up to me and grabbed my chin roughly, forcing my gaze to meet hers.
"Priest Isaiah, why did you think I'd be the one getting punished? You're the one who was messing around with your body."
"S-sorry...!"
"Why is 'sorry' the only thing you can say? What, afraid I'll hit you if you talk?"
"..."
Her question pierced right through me, and I swallowed hard. She smirked, reading my expression instantly.
Her face twisted into a lewd grin as she began stroking my cheek.
"Even after all this, the Lord says nothing... doesn't that mean I can do whatever I want? It makes no sense that He'd just watch while one of His faithful gets defiled like this."
"Bishop...?"
"Oh dear... looks like even the Lord has abandoned you, Priest. How pitiful."
W-wait, what the hell does that mean? Abandoned? If I heard right, it sounded like the Lord had been watching everything up until now... Nah, no way... right? The Lord actually saw all this...?
If that's true, we're both screwed...
"Haa... you're so fucking cute when you're scared shitless... That's why I like you, Priest. You hate it but can't say no. Hah!"
"W-wait! Mmph! Hnng! Mmmph...!"
Without giving me a chance, she crashed her lips into mine like she'd been waiting for this moment. As if her restraint had snapped, she ravaged my mouth, greedily sucking on my tongue.
"Guh! Cough!"
Ugh... fuck, crazy... tobacco stench...
She'd just smoked that cigar, so her breath reeked terribly. And I'm not even a smoker... Instinctively, I shoved her shoulders with all my strength to escape.
"Mmph...! Nngh!"
Grip-
"Mmf?!"
As I struggled desperately to break free, she clamped down on my lower back, restricting my movement. Thinking I was trying to run, she pinned me against the wall and wedged her thigh between my legs to trap me.
Nngh! W-wait, I can't breathe...
Was she trying to suffocate me? She was hugging so tight I could barely draw breath.
Bishop Lisa kept mashing her lips against mine regardless of my suffering. Saliva I couldn't swallow pooled and leaked from the corners of our mouths like drool, filling the room with obscene wet sounds. Meanwhile, my limp dick started perking up again.
"Puhah... haa... haa..."
She finally released me just before I passed out. A translucent string of saliva bridged our lips for a moment before snapping.
"Haa... haa... what's this, throwing a tantrum at me? You know you can't escape... keeps getting me excited..."
"Haa... haa..."
"Anyway, that's quite the nice expression. Hmm... guess the believer outside didn't get you this worked up?"
The believer outside...
Still catching my breath, I glanced sideways at the door.
After Bishop Lisa caught us in the act, I'd come in alone. Masha the devotee was standing watch outside...
Right now, she was probably anxiously waiting for me, not knowing what to do.
She'd never imagine this was happening inside.
"This is perfect. So, Priest Isaiah, let me ask you something."
"Haa... haa... yes?"
"How do you two do it when you're alone? I'm not mad. Just curious. Do you do the same things I do?"
"Bishop... that's..."
"Well, you're probably the one taking charge out there. I just want to know your tastes, Priest. If you won't tell me, I'll have to ask her myself. She's right outside—should I call her?"
"..."
What a devilish bitch. I wanted to crack open her skull and see how she could be curious about this right now.
Damn it... why is she doing this? She's not into NTR, so maybe she's trying to humiliate me. If so, it was working perfectly.
"Sh-she... asked me to touch her."
"Where?"
"..."
"You have to say it clearly. Okay?"
"My dick..."
Chilling. I glanced up to see Bishop Lisa staring down at me with eyes like ice.
Why even ask if she was gonna react like this? It just soured the mood for both of us...
"Anything else? That's all?"
"It was... well..."
I racked my brain. Telling Bishop Lisa everything straight would make her snap and storm out. She already had trouble controlling her emotions—I had to beat around the bush.
"Don't play games. Just be honest. You think two people alone in a closed room just look at dicks, jerk off, and call it a day?"
Ugh... this is insane... My face betrayed everything, and I'd already lost her trust. Truth was, it mostly ended with handjobs, so it wasn't a huge lie. Only once or twice had I lost control completely... But admitting that would unleash hell—I couldn't risk it.
"Hmmm... fine. You're not gonna tell me anyway. So you just jerked her off like that?"
"Hii...!"
Suddenly, she shoved her hand down my pants. She grabbed my raging hard-on without warning and started stroking roughly.
"See? You're hard again... Now spill. Is this how you did it? Explain so I can understand. Or this won't end today."
Grip-
"Haah...!"
It hurts. My dick's gonna burst. Seeing my lips sealed, she squeezed harder, as if using violence to force the words out.
Ugh...! Crazy...
Looks like I wouldn't leave until she'd drained my soul dry today.