Chapter 81
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: 17. Who Was Eavesdropping... (1)
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My tongue's numb. She told me to clean it up nice and thorough with my mouth, so I'm doing just that, but damn, she's using my tongue like it's a cock.
That fucking bitch... Does she even see me as a person? The way she treats me is worse than livestock. Whenever she's pent up, she calls me over and uses me like a dildo, and lately, I haven't crawled out from under Bishop Lisa's desk once.
At this point, I was seriously doubting if I was even a real priest.
Hell, maybe I was born solely to be Bishop Lisa's personal dildo.
"Puha..."
Only after sucking up every last drop of her juices clinging to her body did her lips finally release me. I wiped the slick from the corner of my mouth with my arm and looked up at Bishop Lisa.
"Bishop, all done."
She glanced down at me panting between her thighs and flashed a deeply satisfied smile. With a quick nod of her chin, she pointed to the bundle of cigars sitting on her desk.
Fuck... Can't she light her own damn cigar...?
I'm exhausted to death, and she piles on the orders.
Haa...
I couldn't sigh right in her face, so I let out a heavy breath under my breath as I gripped the desk and hauled myself up.
I felt utterly pathetic that I couldn't even openly show my irritation anymore.
Anyway, putting that aside—I grabbed a cigar and the matches from the drawer under her desk, then promptly stuck it between her lips and lit it for her.
I'm no damn servant, yet here I am lighting it up for her. It was so ridiculous I almost laughed.
"Fuu... That's nice..."
Her anger from earlier seemed to have melted away after working it off with sex. Bishop Lisa sank deeper into the sofa, her expression visibly relaxed.
She'd been ready to chew me out just moments ago, but I could never predict this woman's mood swings.
"Bishop... So why did you call me here?"
"Oh... That?"
We'd been tangled up for so long she'd forgotten. I'd only heard that Marsha the devotee said I needed to see Bishop Lisa—nothing more.
"I just wanted to fuck Priest Isaiah, that's why. What's it to you?"
"Ah..."
Her reason was so primal I had nothing to say. So this crazy bitch sent someone to fetch me just because she wanted to fuck...?
She's fucking insane...
"Why are you staring like that? Want to go another round?"
"N-No... I'm really beat. I can't do more..."
I shook my head vigorously at her offer. The thought of getting eaten alive again if I stuck around made me scramble to gather my clothes and throw them on.
"Hm... Priest Isaiah, leaving already?"
Bishop Lisa asked, sounding a bit disappointed as she watched me dress.
You think I should stay? Would you? The retort nearly flew out, but I swallowed it back and forced a friendly smile.
"Ah... I still have stuff to do. Heh heh..."
I mumbled a lame excuse and headed for the door. Just as I turned the knob to step out—
Dadadadada!
Sudden frantic footsteps echoed from the corridor beyond the door. My body froze stiff with a sinking suspicion. I flung the door open and whipped my head around, scanning the hall to catch a glimpse of whoever it was.
"Priest, what was that noise just now?"
"Huh? Outside... Someone..."
It wasn't just my imagination—Bishop Lisa paused mid-puff, bolting upright in alarm. But whoever had fled was long gone before I even spotted them; not even a trace remained.
"Haa... Haa..."
Nun Rachel finally reached a secluded spot behind the church after running for what felt like forever.
Confirming no one was around, she collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Pr-Priest... with the Bishop...?
D-Did I see that wrong?
It was too vivid to dismiss as mere imagination.
The frail voice of the priest, sounding like he was panting from under the bishop. She'd denied it in her head a hundred, a thousand times, but she knew she hadn't misheard.
"Haa... Wh-Why..."
She'd just been heading back after moving some supplies from the warehouse to prepare for tomorrow's communion ceremony. She'd never intended to eavesdrop or peep.
No, she hadn't even seen anything.
The door had been locked tight; she couldn't have peeked inside even if she'd wanted to.
But...
That voice...
It was definitely the priest's.
No way she could've mistaken it.
After mixing bodies with him so many times, how could she not recognize that one thing?
They'd exchanged saliva, pressed against each other, slammed flesh together... almost every time their eyes met, she'd cast a soundproof spell and spend the whole night in his dorm ravaging him.
And now... him doing that with someone else?
Her mind went blank. She couldn't fathom Priest Isaiah entangling with another woman. They'd loved each other so much—how...?
And of all people, it had to be the bishop.
If it'd been some regular devotee, she'd have smashed the door down and torn the place apart. But she couldn't do that.
"No... This has to be a dream. Just a dream."
Unable to accept the shattered reality, Rachel pinched her leg hard, desperate to wake from this nightmare, tearing at her flesh with brutal force.
"Ugh... Uh..."
It's not waking... It's not a dream...
Only after pinching hard enough to bruise did Rachel finally face reality. Her heart felt hollow, emptier than empty.
I loved him...
I loved him so much...
"Ha..."
She stared up at the absurdly clear sky and let out a listless laugh. It was a hollow chuckle born from utter disbelief.
Since when?
Did he even like me from the start?
Doubts began creeping in, tainting everything.
He was always the one hugging her first, whispering love first. He'd said he liked her, loved her more freely than anyone, so she'd never suspected him of fooling around.
Even the rumors floating among the devotees—chalked up to his overwhelming charm and baseless gossip.
She'd believed without a doubt that he wouldn't do that.
Because she loved him, she'd trusted him more than anyone.
Drip...
After zoning out at the sky for ages, a sticky sensation stirred below.
A dreadful suspicion hit her. She shifted her habit aside and looked down, witnessing something unbelievable.
Am I... turned on?
A thin, watery fluid seeped through her panties embroidered with water-drop patterns, spreading slowly. Her man getting fucked by another woman, and here she was, losing her mind and getting aroused.
"..."
Pulling the panty edge aside revealed Rachel's smooth, hairless mound—still perfectly pretty despite hundreds, thousands of poundings from Priest Isaiah—spewing an enigmatic clear fluid from her slit.
She brushed it lightly with her fingers, and viscous strands clung, dripping from her fingertips.
Her expression hardened in speechless horror.
"Am I really a crazy bitch...?"
No matter how she looked at it, this wasn't sane. Her most precious thing stolen by another, and she was excited? The humiliation was crushing.
"Haha... Haha... Priest... Why...?"
Like a replay in her head, Priest Isaiah's lascivious moans from moments ago echoed in her ears.
Why? The priest is hot... So fucking hot...
"Haa... Haa... Priest... Priest..."
What were they doing in there? She couldn't picture it from sound alone. But one thing was clear: he was moaning more pleasurably than he ever did with her.
Ugh... No...
Was she going mad? Her mind was a mess, and before she knew it, her delicate fingers were delving into her folds. Revolting, filthy, horrific—yet this stupid body burned hotter.
The humiliation and degradation of her treasure being taken...
I don't know... I don't care...
One finger wasn't enough. Two... No... Three...
Squelch— Squelch— Squelch— Squelch—
Even shoving more in couldn't fill the frustrating void.
"Ugh... Priest... Hic..."
Yet she clenched her teeth, stifling sobs as best she could, pressing on with her frantic fingering.
What the hell am I doing right now?
Fury and resentment boiled inside, but her hands wouldn't stop.
And strangely, she was wetter than ever today.
It sounded like plunging hands into a deep puddle—crude, sloppy splashes echoing shamelessly.
Priest... Priest...
Impossible in reality, so in her fantasies, she punished him. Choked him, slapped him, stomped him... Why give what's mine to someone else? She vented her grievances.
"Hngh... Hn...!"
Psheeee— Psheeee—
Ruthlessly, violently stirring inside, an unfiltered gush erupted. What should've drenched the priest's body sprayed pathetically onto the dirt instead.
"Haa... Haa..."
After her climax, Rachel stared blankly ahead with lifeless eyes.
Those hollow eyes held nothing. Sniffling, she slowly withdrew her slick fingers from her pussy...
And that's when her drenched hand came into view.