Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: 11. Did You Think You Wouldn't Get Caught? (2)
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“Hngh! Haa…! Ngh…!”
Before I knew it, my pants were down, my cock fully exposed, and I had started jerking off.
Bishop Lisa watched me whimpering in pleasure with a blank expression. Feeling her gaze only heightened my excitement, sending that electric thrill racing through my peripheral nerves along with the waves of pleasure.
I hadn't been like this before… It was all because of the Corruption Value. Ever since it hit +10 and I gained the masochism trait, I got aroused in situations like this whether I wanted to or not.
Squelch- Squelch- Squelch-
“Ugh…! Wait! Ngh…! Th-this is too rough…! Too rough!”
A sharp pain shot through my lower body for a moment. She was gripping so hard it felt like my dick might burst.
Bishop Lisa, who had been closely observing my reactions, smirked and loosened her grip.
“Haa… Haa… Ngh…”
“There, I won't touch it anymore. But in exchange, you can explain exactly what you two were doing, right? Yes?”
“…”
This crazy bitch… Just punish me quickly and get it over with—her methods were downright inventive.
She seemed determined to wring every last drop of humiliation out of me. I was almost in awe of how such twisted ideas could spring from her mind.
“Not gonna talk?”
“…”
“Guess not… If you keep this up, I'll have to make you drink the truth serum. Priest Isaiah.”
“…”
As I maintained my silence, Bishop Lisa pulled out a small vial from somewhere and dangled it in front of me. It contained the same pale pink liquid as last time, swirling inside.
Ngh…!
My body shuddered involuntarily, as if it remembered. I didn't need to see what would happen if I drank that again. I'd lose my reason, my brain pickled in lust, and in the worst case, even my speech might break down.
“Ugh… I asked her to suck it.”
“Suck what?”
“My dick…”
“Be more specific. So I can understand.”
“…”
Ha… Sucking my dick—how much more detail do I need? Do I have to describe the texture or sensation? Just how far does she want to drag me down…?
“Hmm… Not ideal to do it here. Shall we move to the sofa for now?”
“Pardon? Whoa!”
Before I could respond, she scooped me up princess-style. She gently placed me on the office sofa and crawled between my legs, kneeling down.
Snap-
“?”
Then she grabbed my exposed pale thighs and spread them wide open. Caught off guard with my cock fully on display, I stared down at her in bewilderment.
“Now explain. How did she suck your dick?”
“…Pardon?”
Bishop Lisa tapped my knee lightly with delicate fingers, urging me to answer quickly. After a moment of deep thought, I averted my gaze once before looking straight at her and continuing.
“Sh-she put it in her mouth…”
“Put what where? Say it clearly.”
“She put my dick in her mouth…”
“Mmm…”
“So… gently…”
“Hngh!”
“Hiiik!”
I hadn't even finished speaking when she shoved my cock into her mouth. Her sticky, hot mucous membranes enveloped it completely, gliding over the skin.
“G-gently… I said gently…!”
Ignoring me, Bishop Lisa licked along the shaft, peeling back the foreskin. The sensitive glans hidden beneath emerged, sending shivers up my spine.
This should feel bad, but damn, it feels good…
For a split second, the blowjob scene from Satta overlapped with her current form in my mind.
Back then, she teared up and resisted when forced to take my cock in her mouth. Now, she was the exact opposite.
In a normal world, the humiliated one should be Bishop Lisa, not me. Fuck… But the world had already changed, making that irrelevant. Here, she was the rapist, and I was the heroine getting ravished.
Lisa from the Satta world was Isaiah in this one.
“Ngh…! B-Bishop… slower… just a bit slower!”
“Like this?”
She finally looked up at me and slowed her tongue. Barely escaping the pit of pleasure, I caught my breath.
Thought she was gonna rip it off…
Was it the suction? It felt like she was trying to suck my soul out along with my dick.
Regaining my composure with labored breaths, I gazed at Bishop Lisa as she gently stroked my cock intermittently.
Her flushed face hid my dick in her mouth. She looked like a hamster stuffing a huge sunflower seed inside.
“Is this right?”
“Haa… Yes… cover the whole glans… Ngh…! Good…!”
I didn't even know what I was saying anymore. Just moments ago, I'd been begging her to stop, and now I was asking for more. Pathetic, even to me.
But what could I do? My body knew itself better than anyone. Once that arousal switch flipped, I couldn't hold back.
“Hngh…! Slurp… Ngh!”
“Ugh…! Bishop… just the glans like that is too…”
Haa… Sorry, Marsha devotee, but Bishop Lisa felt different after all our time together. It was a tongue technique I couldn't get from some novice.
I knew I shouldn't compare, but the experience gap was too vast. The devotee's clumsy licks barely registered, worlds apart from this.
If not for my Corruption Value, her blowjob wouldn't have moved me at all.
In contrast, Bishop Lisa…
“Hik!”
Pure female instinct. She lavished attention on my weaknesses—the urethra, the sensitive underside of the glans—teasing them softly and relentlessly.
Forget everything else; in that moment, I could feel with my body that Bishop Lisa was the superior female compared to the devotee. Desperate for more pleasure, I thrust my hips up, shoving my cock deep into her throat.
“Haa… Haa… B-Bishop…”
It must be too much for her, yet she took it to the hilt without issue. Something the devotee could never dream of. As expected of the bishop.
“Hngh… Ngh…”
“G-good… Bishop's throat feels so good…”
Reason fled, words spilling out against my will. I'd been holding back to avoid misunderstandings, but now it was pointless.
Yeah, a horny beast in heat… That fit me perfectly now.
“I-I'm gonna cum…! Gonna cum inside you… Bishop!”
Defeated by the pulsing pressure of her throat, I reached my limit. Semen surged from the base toward the tip; instinct took over as I bucked my hips to release.
“Puha… That's enough…”
“Huh?”
Before I could finish, she pushed my legs away from her head and pulled my cock out. She stopped right at the edge.
“Haa… Haa… B-Bishop? I haven't cum yet…”
“I know. That's why I stopped.”
“Pardon?”
“What's wrong? Cumming wouldn't be punishment, right?”
This isn't teasing anymore…
Of course, Bishop Lisa wouldn't let me off easy. She got off on my suffering… I'd briefly forgotten she wasn't mentally normal.
“Oh, right… Priest Isaiah, no masturbating. If you touch it yourself and cum without permission, you'd better brace yourself.”
She narrowed her eyes and smirked.
Not like I could anyway. Masturbation was controlled by my status window, so my only option was her help.
“Haa… Haa…”
My sanity was wearing thin. Precum leaked from my dick like a broken faucet. Honestly, I'd lick the floor if it meant cumming.
“You look like you're suffering terribly, Priest Isaiah.”
“B-Bishop… Haa… Haa…”
If you know, then do something—anything! My cock burned like fire; I felt like I'd go mad.
Let me cum and pass out, just once inside… Just once.
“Hehe… Staring at me like a wet puppy makes my resolve waver… Hold on a sec.”
Grinning to herself, she sat on the opposite sofa and propped one leg up, spreading them wide. Her pure white panties came into full view from within her habit.
“There, this is what you wanted, right? If you're that desperate, come bark like a dog for me.”
“…”
“What? Can't do it? Who knows? If you're a good boy, I might even let you fuck me. Hehehe.”