Chapter 85
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: 18. Give Me Your Genes Before You Go... (2)
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The warehouse was filled to the brim with a dizzyingly scorching heat as our breaths intertwined.
Looking up at Nun Rachel with hazy eyes, intoxicated by her scent, she hugged me tightly, unwilling to let go even for a moment.
Her hands, which had been gripping my shoulders, slid downward, and she began gently scratching at my raging pillar.
"Priest... does it feel good?"
"Ngh...!"
It wasn't a firm grip, just her index finger pressing rhythmically on the tip of my urethra, teasing me endlessly.
The glans was already a sensitive spot, and every gentle rub made my lower body twitch uncontrollably, my legs drawing inward.
"Y-Yeah... it feels good..."
A brain-piercing sensation left me slurring like I was high on some drug. I hadn't even done anything, yet precum kept oozing out nonstop, my cock throbbing desperately.
"Priest, your face looks so lewd..."
Nun Rachel licked her lips as she gazed down at my face, flushed like it was about to burst. Her sparkling eyes held the gaze of a female utterly entranced by a male's primal allure.
Is that me?
I couldn't see clearly in the faint reflection, but it sure as hell wasn't the face of a dignified man.
It was the face of someone long tormented and drowned in pleasure. The thought of seducing women with that expression made me feel like I'd lost something vital as a man—something irreplaceable.
"Sorry... I know I shouldn't, but... every time I see you struggling like this, it turns me on..."
"Hah... haa...!"
Ugh... Her hand on my cock was no joke. She deliberately avoided the shaft, tormenting only the frenulum.
It was such a sensitive area that even a little stimulation felt like it would melt my brain, and she knew it full well.
I'd thought it was just talk at first, but Nun Rachel... she was really stimulating me with the intent to break me.
"Haa... Feels good on the glans, right? You look like you're dying every time I touch you there."
"Nghh... hnn... Nun... even so, this is..."
Waves of pleasure crashed over me like a tidal surge, eroding my mind. My breathing grew ragged, and I strained every limb, desperately trying to divert the ecstasy elsewhere.
"Priest, your chest looks delicious... Mind if I dig in? Nom..."
"Heek...!"
While my mind was sold out to my cock, she seized the chaos and latched onto my chest. Virgin nipples untouched by anyone. Like a babe at the breast, Nun Rachel suckled mercilessly.
"Wait... not the chest...!"
I never imagined a day when I'd get my nipples sucked by a woman. Even with Bishop Lisa, we'd never gone there, so this unfamiliar pleasure jolted my eyes wide open.
Slurp— slurp— slurp— slurp—
Nothing came out, so why bury her face and suck away like that? She clung like a leech, impossible to pry off, so I ended up cradling her head like a mother holding her baby.
Haa... damn... is there really such a thing as a grown woman who's still a baby?
Her body screamed "long past independence," yet here we were. Maybe that's what they mean by women never truly growing up.
At least it was a relief that, distracted by suckling my chest, her hand on my cock slowed. Those lewd fingers that had been pinpointing my sensitive spots moments ago had slipped aside, tormenting some innocent patch instead.
"Pha..."
Having her fill, Nun Rachel lifted her head with a sweet smile. My nipple and areola were drenched in saliva from her relentless assault.
"Priest... first time getting your nipples sucked? How was it?"
How was it? Honestly, no clue. I'd never done anything with my chest before. I knew it got more sensitive the more you played with it, but that was it.
Apart from jolting in surprise at the unexpected stimulation... nothing special...
"N-Not really sure."
"Hmm... Guess it's your first time, so you can't feel it yet... What a shame. If we had more time, I'd develop it for you..."
No thanks on the chest development... Sorry, Nun Rachel, but I was suddenly glad to be leaving. The pathetic sight of me feeling it through my chest? Ugh... can't even imagine.
"Heehee... Must be tough. Now I'll stroke your cock properly."
Squelch— squelch— squelch—
"Hnnngh!"
Break time over, the handjob resumed. If before she'd fixated on the glans and urethra, now she gripped the whole thing and worked her hand masterfully.
"Haa... haa... Priest... I'll ruin you for good. Make it so you can only think of me, so no one else can satisfy you..."
Ugh... She gripped brutally tight and pumped up and down, ejaculation surging in an instant. Her movements on my body were impossibly expert. Technique-wise, she was near-professional.
"Heek...!"
Can't hold it anymore. Semen pooled at the tip like a volcano ready to erupt, snapping my awareness to full clarity like a light in the dark.
Plunged deep into pleasure's abyss for that instant, I threw my head back, feet bracing the ground, hips bucking reflexively upward.
It was the brink of climax.
"No."
Squeeze—
"Krrgh!"
As the cum surged up my urethra, Nun Rachel clamped down hard. The load, headed outward, churned helplessly, pounding at the gate like it begged to be released.
"Urghh... crazy...! Nun!"
I thrashed to make her let go, but she didn't budge. One hand pinned my chest to keep me down while the other vise-gripped my cock, denying even a drop of precum until the ruined orgasm faded.
Churn— churn—
My cock heaved desperately for ages before the empty release ended. When she finally released, the veiny shaft drooped slightly, a single pearl of semen beading at the tip.
"Haa... Priest... you can't cum outside."
Too spent to speak, catching my breath, she climbed atop me and murmured. She slipped off her clothes in a flash, her flawless nude body filling my vision—no thread of fabric left.
Slim curves that took it in tight and let it out smooth. Day by day, her body had blossomed into that of a mature woman.
"Today, cum only inside me."
Thud—
Nun Rachel settled right onto me. Aligning my slightly wilted cock with her folds, she guided it carefully inside to avoid bending.
Squelch—
"Hnnnaaah...!"
"Urgh..."
Burrowing through her slick walls, her vagina clamped like it had been waiting. Innumerable tiny pressures clung and kissed every inch, refusing to let go.
Haa... haa... I just came not long ago...
It had been a frustrating ruined orgasm with no release, but I'd still hit the peak.
Basically right after ejaculating, my cock was hypersensitive— the slightest brush sent dizzying pleasure buckling my hips.
And now, no break, straight into round two...?
No way... I can't. At least give me a breather.
"Nun, I..."
"No. We're doing it right now."
My plea dismissed before I could finish. My will meant nothing here.
Gripping my shoulders, she ground her pussy against me teasingly. Dozens of tiny hands kneaded my cock mercilessly, my hips bucking involuntarily.
"And Priest, you promised anything... I'm getting pregnant today. By any means, I'll bear your child. Okay?"
P-Pregnant?
Nun Rachel's eyes wide with resolve as she spoke.
I got what she wanted, but that... I could just not want it.
I had a special ability: no pregnancy unless I truly desired the partner.
Dump loads into the womb dozens, hundreds of times—no sperm met egg.
Still... with Nun Rachel...
The thought crossed my mind. Maybe with her it'd be fine? I'd promised her anything...
But thinking ahead, I shook my head.
She had a bright future ahead, just promoted to her position. A baby would derail everything.
And a dad like me...
Yeah, for the child's sake, no pregnancy.
...
But what if I die?
This wasn't a game; no guarantee I'd survive to end the apocalypse. Death could come anytime.
She'd be left alone.
And her obsession was pathological. If she heard I died, she'd probably snap and do something drastic.
Honestly, her mental state wasn't exactly stable. Maybe having a kid would be better then.
Give her something to hold onto.
Ugh... no idea.
Couldn't decide what was right.
Last time blues? Rational thought wouldn't come.
"Priest, it's the last time. I don't want much—just leave proof you were by my side. Please?"
Her seductive whisper tickled my ear like temptation itself. Her once-clear eyes clouded, darkening to abyssal depths.
Proof? What to do... Time to choose.