Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Priest, I Need Your Holy Water (7)
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Now that things had come to this, she couldn't exactly admit she'd been watching the whole time and tell him to knock it off. Sylvia did her best to endure it, holding out as long as she possibly could.
She desperately wished he'd just stop already, but Priest Isaiah—blissfully unaware of her inner turmoil—kept rubbing her tail with that swishing motion.
Priest... why are you doing this to me...?
She'd already had zero resistance to men from constantly rubbing shoulders with sweaty women, but now? Even a slight brush from a stranger would set her imagination running wild—picturing ten kids, a blissful family life, growing old together. But with him actually groping her like this...
It felt like she was going insane.
"Hiih! Hnng!"
Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore—a moan slipped out. Startled, the priest yanked up his half-lowered pants as if she'd woken up. Terrified he'd caught her moaning in her "sleep," Sylvia squeezed her eyes shut and pretended to be out cold.
Damn it... I didn't mean to...
It had felt so good she'd let out that weird noise without thinking. And not just anywhere—with the priest right there, making such a sleazy sound...
She was mortified, truly wanted to die of shame.
A heavy silence stretched on without his touch. Is it finally over? Sylvia cracked open just her left eye, enough not to be obvious.
"Hnn..."
Peeking through her half-lidded gaze, she saw he'd dragged a chair over, right up by her head. She slammed her eyes shut again to avoid detection.
Ah, it's not over yet?
She'd figured it'd end around now, but his eyes sparkled like jewels. It was about time to stop... damn it. She had a bad feeling this would lead to real trouble if it dragged on.
Cold sweat trickled down her skin against her will.
One thing was clear: there was zero sign of any healing intent in his actions.
Sylvia had tried denying it at first—This has to be treatment, right?—but his obsessive tail-rubbing turned her suspicions into cold certainty.
I mean, what lunatic gropes a ronin tribeswoman's tail? It was as good as begging to get raped.
Ugh... I'm losing it. My heart and pussy feel like they're gonna burst.
As the priest leaned in, a pleasant scent tickled her nose. Do all men smell this good? Her lips twitched upward, her body shivering faintly.
Rub... rub...
Huh?
Lost in her aroused haze, a strange sensation crept in by her ear.
Something tentacle-like started rubbing her ear furiously—she nearly shrieked "Hiiik!"
"Uh... uuu..."
What the hell now? She cracked her eyes open again, just a sliver.
Priest Isaiah was fondling the wolf ears that had sprouted atop her head at some point. His dizzyingly skilled fingers melted her brain; her breathing grew ragged.
No... not there... that's really... dangerous...
Not a full erogenous zone, but still hypersensitive. Just the touch made her body tingle, her womb fluttering wildly. And with the priest of all people stroking it... her whole body floated, burning like fire.
Stroke... stroke... stroke...
Ughh... uh... s-stop... nghh...
He caressed from the base of her ear, slowly sliding his finger into the ultra-sensitive ear canal.
Sylvia clutched the blanket, mustering every ounce of strength to endure the pleasure ravaging her brain directly.
Why... why are you doing this to me...?
At this point, he had to know she was awake, right? A rational suspicion dawned. No ronin tribeswoman could stay "asleep" through this—didn't matter who.
It was basically fingering her pussy. Pretending to sleep was reaching its limit.
Ughh... if I'd known, I should've woken up when he grabbed my tail...
Stupid me, pretending for no reason.
But spilled water couldn't be gathered back. She tensed her whole body, gritting her teeth against the absurd pleasure pressing down on her lower belly.
Swipe... swipe... swipe... rub... rub...
Heek! C-cumming...! Gonna cum...! He hasn't even touched my pussy! My juices are f-flooding...!
At last, Sylvia hit her absolute limit.
Her waist arched slightly, trembling uncontrollably as she failed to hold back the crashing wave of ecstasy and surrendered.
Spiiiish—
Her lower body shuddered violently; thin juices spread inside her panties, the warm fluid trickling out. In that moment, it stole something precious from her.
Nghh... haa... did I... really just cum? With the p-priest right there...?
Her soul felt yanked out. After squirting so hard, her mind went blank—nothing came to it.
And now, she couldn't even tell if this was a dream or reality. It felt too unreal to be real, yet the sensations screamed otherwise.
"Ahem... Priest, what are you doing?"
"Hik! Y-you're awake. Deaconess Rachel..."
With half-lidded eyes, she stared blankly at him like a corpse. He'd been groping her ears but jumped at the call, his face startled. Then, acting like nothing happened, he hid Sylvia behind him and made excuses.
Haa... haa... So even the priest knows this is embarrassing...
She'd thought maybe he didn't know better due to species differences, but his reaction showed he knew damn well it was wrong.
Then... why...?
It made no sense. Why risk it all for this? Especially on a ronin tribeswoman—not some meek human girl, but infamous for their ferocity.
The kind men fled from on sight. Yet he'd charged in fearless, groping her sensitive spots without hesitation.
Was he pure... or innately perverted? She couldn't tell anymore.
Anyway, the priest babbled some half-lie excuse. After awkwardly sending off the young cleric who'd "just woken up," he dusted his butt and stood.
"Phew... almost got caught touching her ears..."
Did he even realize the person involved heard everything? Sylvia flinched at his careless mutter.
Looked like she'd take this to her grave.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A spot removed from the village outskirts. Isabel dragged her exhausted body to lean against a rock and plopped down.
Haa... I can't do this anymore...
She sighed deeply, then chugged from her canteen to slake her long thirst. Sucking down the last drop, she flung the empty thing to the ground.
This has to be it, right? Finally over?
Was it the endless fighting? Her mental stamina had drained far more than expected. Days of no sleep, scouring everywhere—it made her head throb painfully.
Shit... if I'd known it'd be this bad, I never would've signed up...
The village was close, rewards decent, so she'd joined. But the work was hell beyond imagination.
I mean, who expected this many hobgoblin elites...?
Mission said as much, and it was nearby, so she figured a few kills tops. But arriving, she found hobgoblins—rare even in packs—lining up to raid the village.
Even during monster breeding season, this wasn't normal for a local village.
Maybe on the mainland, but here?
Thud... thud...
As she caught her breath amid the blood-soaked battlefield, two mercenaries approached.
They looked beat too, faces grim. Finally some downtime—they lit cigars nearby and chatted.
"Whew... how many hobgoblins are there? This our village or what?"
"No kidding. More elites this year already—five caught since last year. Used to be one a year if lucky."
"End times, man... world's done for."
"Sigh... no wonder the pay was so good..."
Close enough to eavesdrop unwillingly, but their side was just as screwed.
Tch... nothing more to hear here. Isabel stood, grabbing her two machetes tossed on the ground. She headed to a woman tallying kills.
"Hey, Marcel."
"Ah, fuck... oh, Isabel? What? I'm kinda busy..."
She didn't even look up, scribbling on papers, cursing intermittently. Swamped, clearly.
"So, is it done now?"
"God, I wish... numbers don't add up."
"Don't add up?"
This many down, and still more?
Isabel frowned. They'd exceeded estimates already—stuck here longer? Headache incoming.
"How many left...?"
"Three, four? All regular goblins cleared, but hobgoblins short. Way more at first sighting."
"Yeah? Maybe we got 'em all, they fled? No reason to stick."
"Wish... but goblins ain't that smart. Probably not, but scout more. I'll double-check."
"Haa..."
No energy to reply—Isabel just left. Already hungry, sleepy; more talk and she'd snap.
Maybe check on Sylvia first?
A few left, but mostly wrapped. She'd seemed hurt earlier—better peek if she's okay.
"Hey! Where you going? Still some out there."
"Just popping inside quick. Left something."
"Ugh, fine. Hurry back. Guild Master'll flip if you bail."
"Yeah, yeah."
Isabel marched into the village, wiping blood off her machete, not looking back.
Damn... but what's this? Feels off...
A sudden chill—was it just nerves? She felt an urgent need to get away, fast.