Chapter 52
Chapter 52
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Why? Does It Turn You On Because Someone's Watching? (1)
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Swish— swish—
The clear sound of soaping up echoed from behind my back. I let the Masha devotee wash my body, covering only my vital parts.
In truth, we hadn't exchanged a single word since that earlier conversation. No, I didn't even feel like talking. The thought of her having seen me passed out made my head spin so badly I could barely bring myself to speak.
Sure, she'd already seen everything there was to see, but still, I didn't want to show her that pathetic state right after another woman had her way with me. I'd told Bishop Lisa to keep it moderate precisely because I hoped she wouldn't notice, but in the end, disaster struck.
Then again, if the bishop had that kind of self-control, I wouldn't have worried in the first place. She's the type who can't hold back and jumps around like a firecracker— in a way, this was a perfectly predictable outcome.
Ha... I want to die.
It was all my fault. Why do it there when we could've gone outside? Not only did that foul-tempered Bishop Lisa catch us, but I ended up dragging an innocent devotee into the mess too.
The Masha devotee must have overheard all sorts of unspeakable curses from the bishop after I blacked out. Honestly, things ended this mildly just because I'm a man. If it had been her, nothing would've been off-limits—no torture or horrific treatment would've been out of the question. Come to think of it, the fact that she's here washing me now is nothing short of a miracle.
What on earth did those two talk about while I was out? I was starting to get curious.
"I'll rinse you now."
"...Okay."
Splashhhh—
The Masha devotee poured a ladle of water over my head. The soap suds that had built up on my body washed away with it.
"Sorry, Masha devotee."
"Pardon?"
"This whole mess happened because of me. You must've gotten an earful. What did the bishop say?"
"N-No, she didn't say much. Just scolded me a bit and told me to be more careful so it doesn't happen again."
Just a warning? Come on, that doesn't add up. That's not the bishop's style. If she was going to lie, it'd be more believable to say she'd been beaten black and blue while I was out and then healed up.
"I see. That's a relief."
I wanted to press for details, but I held back, afraid I'd say something stupid. Besides, the Masha devotee didn't look entirely okay herself right now.
She moved like a creaky machine, stiff with tension. Sure, she was always a bit nervous around me, but this was different. The emotions flickering in her eyes were anxiety and fear, plain and simple.
"Priest, all done."
"...Really? Alright, then I'll get up."
"Ah, yes... Huh? Priest, you can't get up yet. Your body won't handle moving right now..."
Before the Masha devotee could finish, I shot up from my seat. She clearly hadn't expected me to bounce back so quickly after all that, her eyes going wide. Only then did I realize I'd acted too rashly.
Should've just stayed sitting...
Ever since coming to this world and becoming a priest, I'd gained ridiculous recovery powers. What would leave an ordinary man bedridden for a day healed in the blink of an eye after a few hours, so I could understand her shock.
But whatever, no point sitting back down now.
I roughly dried off with the hanging towel and stepped out of the bathroom.
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"You're back."
"..."
As the Masha devotee and I emerged, with me in a bathrobe shaking water from my hair, a woman's voice cut in like she'd been waiting. My face twisted into a scowl the moment I saw her lounging elegantly on the bed.
"Bishop..."
In a way, it was perfectly natural for Bishop Lisa to be here. It was her room, after all. But how do you describe this? A deep-seated frustration boiled up from my gut, beyond words. It even made me wonder why the hell she had to be right there.
"Masha devotee, did you wash him clean?"
"Y-Yes, Bishop..."
Bishop Lisa's bloodshot eyes turned to the Masha devotee. Under that coercive tone, she shrank back, unable to even meet her gaze. Looking closer, her eyes trembled with fear.
How badly did she terrorize the poor girl...?
I had no memory of what happened, so I couldn't even guess. Of course, knowing how she usually treats me gave some idea, but tsk... all this trouble because of me.
"Hmm... Priest Isaiah? What are you doing standing there? Get on the bed already."
"Pardon?"
Bishop Lisa patted the spot beside her. I froze, my face twisting like I'd been struck.
"G-Get on? I thought we were done for today?"
Is she actually insane? How soon does she want to go again?
No matter how delicious the food, you get sick of it if you eat too much. Same with sex. Yet Bishop Lisa gazed at me with those lingering eyes.
"I had a fun idea while chatting with the Masha devotee about various things. So, Priest Isaiah, stop wasting energy and get up here."
"..."
Fun chat...? I couldn't help glancing at the Masha devotee in confusion, silently asking what was going on. She frantically averted her eyes.
"Sigh... You know how much I hate dawdling, right, Priest Isaiah?"
Her irritated voice rang out as I hesitated. I swallowed a short groan and slowly climbed onto the bed, sitting beside her.
Swish—
Bishop Lisa draped her arm over my neck, treating me like an armrest. She looked just like those delinquent types dragging around their punching bag.
"Mmm... Priest Isaiah, did you put something on before coming out? You smell amazing, just like earlier."
"..."
She buried her nose in my hair, sniffing eagerly. Whether due to pheromones or whatever, she kept mentioning my scent.
What scent? I couldn't notice any change myself...
No, that wasn't the point.
A casual glance forward landed on the Masha devotee.
She fidgeted, desperately avoiding looking our way, unsure how to handle this.
"How about it, Priest Isaiah? Does it turn you on, showing off to someone else?"
"Wha—? N-No... Of course not..."
"Hmm... But you're already getting hard. How quick are you to stand at attention again after earlier? You're such a slutty rag, Priest Isaiah."
"Haht...!"
Bishop Lisa sucked on my earlobe like savoring a delicacy. Reaching her limit, she hoisted me up, planting me between her legs and hugging my back tight to prevent escape.
"Haah... Priest, look at that bitch. Her face is already flushing... She got stolen right in front of her eyes, and now she's excited again."
"B-Bishop..."
How does a person devolve into such a spectacle? Even if I was the root of all this and at fault a hundred, a thousand times over, could a sane mind conceive this?
Crunch— crunch—
"Heek...!"
Her breasts pressed into my back as she gnawed my ear with her teeth. Soon, her hands delved deep between my legs, fondling my lewd parts.
"Haa... Priest... Later, let's develop your nipples too. No... I'll make you cum just from a brush of my fingers. You'd like that, right, Priest?"
"Hngh... Hn..."
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
Bishop Lisa worked my cock and nipples with both hands.
Goddamn... Have I ever felt this humiliated in my life? Being jumped in front of someone else was beyond imagination. To think I'd end up NTR'd like this. Clinging to my last shred of pride, I gritted my teeth to stifle my moans.
"Priest... Look at that slut. She's turning away like she won't watch, but she's peeking nonstop. Seeing you pant must be turning her on. Heh... Bet there's a flood down there by now."
Sure enough, when I sneaked a glance, I caught the Masha devotee stealing looks.
Her face beet red, eyes darting back and forth— damn, as a man, sitting here taking this was utterly mortifying.
"Kgh...!"
"Priest, got a thing for exhibitionism? Getting watched is making you hornier. Look at that cock throbbing bigger than before."
"Hngh...! Hn...!"
Bishop Lisa relentlessly teased my glans inside my clothes. Flashing a sly smile, she mockingly eyed the Masha devotee.
"Anyway, foreplay's done. Time to have some fun. Come on, Priest Isaiah, open that mouth and suck."