Chapter 53
Chapter 53
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: Why? Does it turn you on because someone else is watching? (2)
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Bishop Lisa was breathing raggedly, her reason hanging by a thread. Apparently thinking her clothes were getting in the way of sex, she stripped them off completely, laying bare her skyrocketing arousal.
Then she spread her legs wide into an M-shape, sliding a hand between her crotch and using her index finger and thumb to pry apart her pussy lips.
"..."
"Haa... haa... What are you doing? Hurry up and shove your face in there...?"
I glanced at her cautiously before crawling forward on all fours toward her crotch. I hadn't noticed from a distance, but up close, her gaping pussy looked like a nest of writhing tentacles.
No, damn... why the hell is this turning me on...?
Snap—
The moment I laid eyes on that vulgar, drooling slit, my cock shot straight up like it had never flagged.
...How long had it even been? And I'm hard again already...?
This forced arousal only made me feel shittier. But I had nothing to overcome my lust with, so like a fully broken-in stud, I crawled mesmerized between Bishop Lisa's thighs and started lapping at her pussy in total submission.
"Hng! Haa...!"
My tongue split her labia, and her moans erupted immediately. Bishop Lisa had drilled the technique into me countless times, so I pressed down on her clit with my teeth while scraping the vaginal walls with my tongue.
"Haa... Good. Just like that, keep doing it."
Her eyes glazing over with lust, she clamped both hands on my head to keep me from escaping.
She spread her legs even wider, giving me full access to lick deep inside.
"Haa... haa... Huh? Masha devotee, what are you doing? If you just want to watch, go ahead. Didn't I tell you to watch from the start?"
"Y-Yes..."
Even as she used me like a living dildo, Bishop Lisa shot a mocking glance at Masha devotee. The poor woman was practically forced to watch our coupling, and under her scorching gaze, a twisted thrill washed over me—my throbbing cock swelled even harder.
What the hell am I...? Does this situation actually turn me on?
I knew rationally it was fucked up. Getting excited while baring my shame to someone else? That's not right... definitely wrong...
"Hah...! Hng... Masha devotee, how is it?"
"Eh, yes?"
"Doesn't seeing Priest Isaiah groaning like a bitch in heat get you wet?"
"N-No... well..."
"Ahaha... Be honest. You think I'll slap you or something? Why?? It turns you on, doesn't it?"
"...Y-Yes, it does."
Masha devotee practically choked out the answer. Unable to say more, she clasped her hands tight and swallowed hard.
"Why, devotee? Do you want to jump in too?"
"N-No, absolutely not..."
"Right. Then what's that dripping? Looks kinda nasty..."
"Yes?"
Masha devotee followed Bishop Lisa's gaze downward. Sometime during this, juices had leaked from her pussy, trickling down her thighs.
She quickly bent at the waist to wipe it up, her face a mask of flustered confusion.
...Is this my pheromones at work?
It was weird that she hadn't even noticed her own arousal leaking out. The status window had mentioned aphrodisiac effects scaling with excitement levels, so maybe.
"Anyway... Priest Isaiah, is my pussy that delicious?"
"Slurp... *lick*... *slurp*..."
"You're sucking it up like it's the best thing ever. But that's enough..."
"Heh..."
Bishop Lisa suddenly shoved my head away. Cut off mid-lick, I was left with my tongue lolling out like a brainless idiot.
"You were so worked up, you didn't even notice the pussy hair in your mouth."
"..."
"How is it? Hotter because someone's watching?"
"..."
"What, are you all mutes now? Answer me... right?"
"..."
Frustrated by the silence, Bishop Lisa's annoyance boiled over.
No, but come on—ask something answerable. Those were lose-lose traps. Admit it and get trashed; deny it and she'd flip out anyway. Pure bullshit.
"Whatever, I get it even if you don't say."
"Hng!"
"Rock hard like this... it'd be a lie to say it doesn't turn you on, huh?"
She plunged a hand down and gripped my balls tight. The sudden squeeze on my oversensitive nuts made my body shudder.
"Hmm... Wondered where that smell was from... there it is... *sniff sniff*...!"
"Hahat!"
She hoisted me up bodily with both hands and buried her nose in my cock's musk. While she was distracted, I snuck a glance back at Masha devotee.
"Haa... haa... Priest... Priest..."
Fuck, that bitch is off her rocker too.
She'd averted her eyes earlier, swearing she couldn't watch—but now, with Bishop Lisa zeroed in on me, her stare was feral, bloodshot eyes devouring me. She looked ready to rape me on the spot, but the bishop blocked her. Desperate, she just squeezed her thighs together and ground against her pussy.
"Haa... Priest Isaiah... Leaking precum right now? Crazy... like a dog in heat."
Her face flushed hotter, she pressed her fingertip into the precum beading at my slit, flicking it free. A clear strand stretched between her finger and my urethra before snapping.
"Priest... Want me to let you shove it in my pussy now?"
"Ugh... yes..."
Fuck it... whatever. Masha devotee watching or not, this was already happening. No cum, no detumescence—so hate it or not, I had to beg. Only one person here could get me off anyway: Lisa.
Sure, Masha devotee was around, but she could barely look, let alone touch. Instinct screamed for the prime female to fix this, and that bitch was Bishop Lisa.
Not some pathetic side character with tits smaller than the bishop's...
"Hmm... Priest Isaiah... But I've got a condition."
"C-Condition?"
Her eyes lit up like she'd hatched a wicked plan. She stroked my head slow, then whispered just for me...
"Moan like a slut—loud enough for that bitch to hear—while you fuck me."
"E-Excuse me?"
"Why? Can't handle it? Then no pussy today..."
"Ah... A! I'll do it. Whatever you want."
A guy moaning all girly and slutty while pounding? I'd rather die. But options? Zero. Desperate times, I guess—I caved.
"Hng... B-Bishop..."
She nodded, and I hugged her waist, parting her folds slow as I sank my cock inside.
Mid-thrust, I glanced sideways—Masha devotee hunched forward, jabbing at her crotch through her clothes.
This can't be right...
Now she was straight-up using me as jerk-off fodder. And instead of shame? Excitement. I was losing it.
Anyway, eyes back on Bishop Lisa. She smirked, clearly loving this—woman's victory, or whatever.
Ugh... fuck it... can't hold back... wanna cum now...
Limit reached. Clinging to her, drowning in her scent, I was going insane. No more thinking—I crushed her tight and rolled my hips slow.
Squish—squish—squish—
Pounding her sopping pussy unleashed wet, nasty slaps. Her walls latched on like they were starving, zaps of pleasure kissing up my nerves from every inch.
"Haa... Hng! So good...! Bishop, amazing!"
Moaning extra slutty like ordered, I hammered away. No girly whines, no pussy—so I cranked it up.
"Haa... Good. Just like that... keep it up."
My whimpers pleased her; hot breath tickled my ear as she spoke. She ping-ponged glances between me and Masha devotee's sneaky diddling.
"Hng... Perfect. Priest, say it to that bitch now. Tell her my pussy's way better than hers... and I'll let you creampie me."
"Hng... Haa... haa..."
Those words for a creampie...? No way—too humiliating for Masha devotee. But... if not...
No release...
Sorry, but lust overrode guilt.
Last sprint—I pistoned my hips fast...
And...
"Haa...! B-Bishop! Your pussy's so much better than that pathetic bitch's! I love you, Bishop! Cumming! Hng...!"
Splurt—splurt—splurt—
Spewing the unforgivable, I flooded Bishop Lisa's womb with thick ropes of cum.