Chapter 77
Chapter 77
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: Hehe... I've Been Getting Fucked Hard All Year. (2)
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My life started turning into a total shitshow of debauchery right after my Corruption Value stabilized. Before that, I was too terrified of it climbing higher to hook up easily, but now? I was living it up, banging multiple women dozens or even hundreds of times a day.
Of course, almost all of those were forced on me rather than my choice, but honestly, even so, the mental walls I'd built against women had definitely started crumbling a bit.
It's not rising anyway... This much is fine... She's just another one, right...? When else am I gonna get the chance?
Looking back, it was all way too complacent. What used to end with a handjob now demanded I split her pussy lips wide with my cock every time.
Sex, which I'd debated doing maybe two or three times a week, had become as natural as breathing. I was still watching out for Bishop Lisa's sharp eyes, but if I didn't get caught, that was that.
Actually, no—I didn't even have time to think about that crap.
Don't forget: the Corruption Value was fixed, not gone.
Always horny, always craving pussy—it was the same a year ago as it was now. The shackles had loosened a tad, but that goddamn status window was still tormenting me just as much.
I was just flailing around, trying to make the best of it and live a little easier within those loosened restraints.
The problem was, I should've kept this shit hidden...
At this point, there had to be something seriously wrong with my brain. I'd been caught by Bishop Lisa dozens of times, and I still hadn't learned a damn thing.
I always stupidly forgot the important stuff.
Sticking that stupid facial cumshot on my face before coming here—what the hell kind of blunder was that? Even thinking about it now made me cringe in disbelief.
Fuck... That means everyone in the hallway saw it while I was running...
Goddamn it.
No wonder it felt like all eyes were on me. Fuck... Shame and humiliation sank deep, making my body tremble uncontrollably.
"What are you doing? Take it off."
As I chewed my lip, Bishop Lisa's command drilled into my ear. I'd been stripping from the top down, layer by layer—shirt, pants—and my hand froze only when I reached the waistband.
Below this...
I'm screwed...
I couldn't do it. No way I had the guts to show Bishop Lisa. If I did, she'd probably beat the shit out of me for real.
But... I had to show her eventually, right? If I didn't, she'd force it, no doubt. That's just the kind of person she was...
Swallowing my fear of getting thrashed, I slid my pants down. Once I was completely naked, not a stitch left, she let out a sharp gasp and a hollow laugh.
"Looks like you soaked it good, huh."
"..."
My dick hung long and limp, coated in sticky juices, with a glob of milky fluid beading at the tip. Anyone could see I'd just come from fucking.
This is exactly why I didn't wanna show her...
I rushed out without even rinsing off. In my panic, it never crossed my mind she'd make me strip here, and now this mess.
"Who was it? That Masha devotee?"
She bent down, flicked my dangling cock with her index finger. Since I'd cum recently, the subtle pleasure made me gasp "Ngh!" softly, and I reflexively yanked my hips back, trying to hide it.
"Masha devotee, right? Huh? Fuck... Yeah, it is."
"..."
She jumped to the conclusion without me saying a word. She knew me inside out—no need for me to speak; she could read my thoughts like a book.
"You filthy fucking slut..."
Spitting curses, Bishop Lisa yanked me closer. Seemed like she was gonna fuck me over using this as an excuse.
"B-Bishop..."
"Ugh... So goddamn nasty... How much did you fuck around?"
She forced me onto her lap and reached for my dick, but grimaced. The devotee's pussy juices smeared all over it grossed her out, so she grabbed some tissues and wiped it off instead.
"Bishop... Ah! Not there..."
Bishop Lisa kept poking my sensitive spots. Every time her fingers brushed the head, I twitched and shuddered. Only after she'd cleaned off even the precum could I finally squirm away.
"Ugh... This okay?"
She hesitated to stick something I'd put in someone else back inside her—fair enough. No time to wash up, though, so she started stroking anyway.
"Priest Isaiah, get it hard already."
"Ugh... Bishop... I just came not long ago..."
No mercy in her grip. She was forcing it up, but after busting a few loads, it wouldn't rise easily. She clicked her tongue and rummaged in her pocket.
"Isaiah, open your mouth."
"Pardon?"
"Open that mouth. You deaf?"
Her voice sharpened like she'd smack me if I didn't hurry. No clue why, but I just opened up.
"Ah..."
"Stick out your tongue."
"Bleh... Huh?!"
I stuck my tongue out as ordered, and she pinched the tip between thumb and forefinger like she'd been waiting.
It must be filthy from eating out that Masha devotee, but she didn't care—yanked it like she was gonna rip it out.
"Eh...! Ehh!"
"Your upper dick is fucking lewd. How far does this stretch? Total pussy poker..."
Tears welled up. I wanted to scream stop, but with my tongue trapped, I couldn't even speak. Just pathetic flailing—no real resistance.
"Don't move. You wanna spill it?"
"Eh?!"
Then a small vial from between her breasts. She thumbed the cap, and it popped off with a click.
"Don't you dare move. Before I rip your tongue out..."
"Eh...? Eh?"
A sinister blue glow crept closer. Obvious what it was for. I shook my head no, but the liquid hit my tongue tip and slid deep into my throat.
"Heuk... Heh... *Cough cough*..."
Only after draining every drop did she let go. Choking from swallowing too much at once, I stared at the floor hacking.
"How's it feel? Working?"
"Haa... Haa... Yes...? What... Ngh!"
Hot. Like my heart ignited, blood raced through me. No doubt the drug she'd fed me.
"Haa... Haa..."
Crazy bitch again...
My chest hurt. Never had my heart pounded this painfully before. Even slamming caffeine at dawn studying wasn't this bad—breathing felt labored for the first time.
Sss...
Arousal surged, my dick lifting its head. The thing that seemed dead after so many rounds now stood rigid, pointing skyward like nothing happened.
"Works great..."
"B-Bishop..."
Finally satisfied, she stroked my head with a sneer. Her twisted tastes were gonna wreck me.
If I was a lunatic fucking like a rag doll the day before the Pope arrived, she was the psycho drugging a fellow cleric the day before.
She licked her lips, swallowing saliva like savoring a meal beforehand.
"Having a tough time, Priest Isaiah?"
"..."
Fuck... Was that even a question? Whose fault was this...? Yeah, I was late, my bad, but this treatment was overkill. Forcing it hard with drugs when it wouldn't rise...
Blood rushed so hard my head spun.
Any second now, I'd pass out from anemia.
"There, if it's tough, thrust away."
She made a tiny ring with thumb and forefinger, pressing it to my tip. Watching, it hit me: if I wanted to, go ahead and fuck her hand myself.
Wait... After drugging me, that's it?
Couldn't read her. Total nutjob—zero clue what she was thinking.
But my raging dick needed relief more. Dazed, I slid off her lap, clinging to her arm like a dog in heat, humping wildly at anything hole-like.
"Ugh... Fucking pathetic."
She mocked me thrusting into her hand instead of pussy. I did exactly what she said, and now the blame came my way.
"Haa... Haa..."
Squelch- squelch- squelch-
No sealed pussy end, so vulgar wet slaps echoed unchecked. My pathetic state was too brutal to watch eyes-open, but she'd seen it all before—no real shame left.
Just a faint humiliation at hitting rock bottom.
"Hrgh..."
Thrusting like a madman, orgasm built fast.
Consciousness funneled down, ready to blow into the makeshift pussy hole Bishop Lisa made—
Knock knock-
"Bishop Lisa? It's me. May I come in?"
Cardinal Airani's voice from beyond the door. We'd been at it hard, but now our blood ran cold, faces paling.