Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: What the Hell Did You Feed Me?! (1)
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My steps felt heavy. I had no clue what fresh hell awaited me inside.
‘I’m dying of anxiety here.’
For some reason, Bishop Lisa had been summoning me way more often lately. And not once had it ever been for anything good, so what came next might as well have been written in neon lights.
She must be backed up again.
To her, I was nothing but a sex toy. When she called, I came running like a dog and fucked her senseless—that was my role.
“Bishop Lisa? May I come in?”
“Yes, come on in.”
I eased the door open carefully to avoid any creaking hinges.
“Bishop Lisa...”
I glanced over and there she was, sprawled on the sofa puffing away on a pipe.
How in the world was that supposed to be a shepherd of souls? No matter how I squinted at it, she looked like a total layabout. If you’re a cleric, at least act like one—this was just too far.
“What’re you waiting for? Lock the door and get over here.”
Only then did she sluggishly prop herself up. She set the pipe from the desk aside and patted the cushion next to her.
It meant she was in a rush—hurry up and park it.
I didn’t want to be anywhere near her, so I sat at a distance on the sofa beside her. I made zero effort to hide my discomfort, but she couldn’t care less and scooted right up against me.
“Sitting all the way over there on purpose—is that your way of tempting me to come drag you over and fuck you myself?”
“N-no, it’s not.”
“You must really hate me, huh? Priest Isaiah.”
You just figuring that out now? I’d been through absolute hell because of Bishop Lisa—the memories alone still made my whole body shudder.
“How about sitting on my lap first?”
“...”
“You ignoring me right now? Ah... Guess I’ll have to punish you again?”
“Ugh...”
Her intentions were so blatantly obvious that I kept my mouth shut, but her threat soon had me groaning as I climbed onto her lap.
I scowled fiercely as I settled in, and she looked downright pleased, curling one corner of her mouth in a smirk. With her petite frame in the mid-150s cm range, even perched on her lap, I somehow looked smaller.
Then, right on cue, her hot breath tickled across my skin. The tobacco scent mixed in made everything feel hazy and dreamlike.
“Our priest has such smooth skin. You’ve got a rough idea why I called you here, right?”
Her hands slipped slyly under my clothes. One trailed down my back while the other caressed between my thighs, wriggling like tentacles.
With one burning resolve to defend my final stronghold, I clamped both hands over my crotch to block her from invading there.
Of course, I didn’t for a second think Bishop Lisa would back off politely. She’d bat my hands away and seize what she wanted, no doubt.
Still, holding out as long as I could was a sort of mental prep I desperately needed. If she grabbed my dick out of nowhere, I’d be panting and done for in seconds flat.
So this was just me flailing to cling to my humanity a little longer.
“Move your hands. I don’t wanna have to force you.”
Her hands crept deeper, stroking over the ones guarding my privates. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head.
“Guess I’ll have to make you spread ‘em yourself then. Mmm...!”
Her long tongue slid down my neckline and lapped at my collarbone. They say a man’s collarbone is like a woman’s breasts or something? Weirdly enough, the women here were obsessed with my neck. It wasn’t even an erogenous zone. Sure, maybe it turned them on and made me look sexy, but I couldn’t wrap my head around the fixation.
“B-Bishop... It tickles.”
With both hands occupied, I was defenseless.
I gritted my teeth to endure, but my head went light and fuzzy as strength slowly ebbed from my grip. Had I always been this sensitive? Just her sucking on my neck, and it felt like something deep inside was getting scratched, setting my whole body on fire with need.
“Slurp! Smack…! Schlurp!”
“Haa...! Ahk...!”
What was my Corruption Value again...? 14...? If tiny stimulations alone had me this worked up, that tracked.
Why’d I forget...? I wasn’t like normal people anymore. My whole body was one big erogenous zone now. Even a breeze stung like electricity—when she touched me with ravaging intent, resistance was impossible.
Rebelling from the start had been pointless.
Sliide-
Her finger slipped around to my back, tracing up my spine. A zinging thrill tickled straight to my brain. I jolted, hips bucking faintly.
“Haa... Feeling a little eager now?”
“B-Bishop...”
Strength drained from the hands guarding my privates, dropping them limp into the air. She pulled me into a hug, tugged off my wimple, and stroked my hair.
For some reason... it felt like I’d lost something crucial as a human. Panting up at my owner like this? Straight-up a dog in heat.
“Now I can touch it, right?”
“N-no, not yet...”
Stroke- stroke- stroke- stroke-
“Hii!”
Bishop Lisa mercilessly invaded between my thighs, seized my dick, and started pumping up and down. Electric jolts raced up the shaft, firing my nerves.
“Your body’s getting so much more sensitive. Guess you’ve been loving my training so far.”
She chuckled and ramped it up. No way she knew about Corruption Value, so she chalked my thrashing to her conditioning paying off.
“M-my dick...! Too...!”
My mind was blanking out. All those times she’d jumped me? She knew exactly my weak spots.
Squelch- squelch- squelch- squelch-
The moment I reached to stroke myself and blow off the pent-up load? She snatched my hand, blocking the masturbation. Obvious—she wanted me desperate and suffering longer.
Damn... Right on the edge, and she switches to teasing the glans.
Is my brain actually gonna snap? I was losing it.
“Ah... How’s even your crying this cute...? Why not ditch the priest gig and be my slave? Live off the holy water straight from my body forever. You’d be blissed out, right? Yeah?”
She yanked me closer, murmuring dirty nothings right in my ear. Already wrecked, her filthy whispers had my dick twitching like it’d burst any second.
“Bishop... I’m a priest... I could never...”
Talk a big game, but I was just another horny beast after all. I was the one humping forward now, begging for more with my dick.
No way this frail body could overpower a woman stronger than me.
And what was it again...? Slave? For a split second, I pictured it: her slave. Waking at dawn, slipping into bed to lap at her pussy, starting the day right—pure thrill.
The fantasy alone set semen gushing from my dick.
Splurt-splat- splurt-
“Oh my... Already?”
“Heh... Haa...”
Runny semen splashed across her hand. Milked dry all yesterday? It was barely thicker than precum—just pathetic dribbles.
Arched back and shivering through the aftershocks, I caught Bishop Lisa eyeing me lewdly from above. She devoured every twitch, clearly relishing it.
‘Demon.’
She might wear the title of bishop, but that was a demon in human skin. How could two people under the same god’s teachings do this? Only a fallen devil could pull it off.
I lay slumped across her lap, staring at the ceiling. She leaned forward and fished something out of a drawer.
“Priest Isaiah... Say ‘ahh’ and open wide.”
“...Huh? Gulk!”
Pink liquid poured from the vial down my throat. So sudden, I didn’t even think to spit—straight down the hatch it went.
“Koff! Hack! Hack!”
‘What...? What the hell did she feed me?’
I caught it halfway in: Bishop Lisa’s wicked grin. No way it was legit medicine. Sinister thoughts raced through my head.
“Hack! B-Bishop, what did you...”
“Relax. You worked hard squeezing out that holy water today. This is a potion to restore your Divine Power.”
Restore Divine Power? She said not to worry, but I saw it. That was no Divine Power potion. Suspicious pink hue screamed danger—who’re you trying to fool?
Still reeling, I pressed on.
“Bishop... Don’t lie. That was definitely something else.”
“So?”
“Huh?”
“So what? Gonna rebel now that I fed you something weird? You gulped it right down. Curious? Guess what it was. I’ll tell ya.”
Crazy bitch. She went off the rails and now she’s brazen too? Drugging me? She’d crossed the line miles ago.
“...”
“See? Cat got your tongue? Business done—get out.”
“Huh?”
“Deaf? I said scram. Oh, and my door’s always open... If you get too worked up at night to hold back, come find me. Got it? Priest Isaiah.”