The One Who Doesn't Find Me Revolting #1
…….
When Emil woke up, he instinctively reached for the wall, fumbling in the dark to turn on the light.
But of course, there was no light switch.
This wasn’t a hotel room in Manhattan. It wasn’t even on Earth.
“Ah… damn it.”
The moment the reality hit him, a bitter taste filled his mouth.
Emil—he was not a person of this world.
For reasons he still didn’t understand, through some cursed twist of fate, he had been dropped into this place.
He remembered everything.
That day, he had been waiting for the green light at a crosswalk, humming Guns N’ Roses’ “Paradise City.” Oh, take me home.
He never imagined he truly wouldn’t be able to go back. Fuck. Goddamn it.
He crossed the street on green, but the colorblind truck driver must have been red-green blind—he slammed right into him and screamed, “Shit! Goddamn it!”
Honestly, that scream should have come from Emil.
But when he opened his eyes, he found himself living as an entirely different person in an entirely different world.
The body’s name was Emil.
His occupation was priest.
People called him Emil of Tyssos.
A priest, for fuck’s sake.
Yes. In this godforsaken medieval world, the role forced upon him was that of a priest.
It was a profession far removed from pleasure and not particularly close to wealth or honor.
I have to wake up every morning and talk to an invisible being? And then convince other people to do the same?
It was an unbearably dull job.
Emil had absolutely no desire to live that way.
Waking up at dawn to pray, performing penance, copying holy scriptures, serving the people, spreading doctrine… to hell with all of it.
I’d rather die than live a life like that.
Instead, Emil found something else to do.
Of course, he hadn’t quit being a priest.
In this wretched medieval world, even choosing a new occupation at will wasn’t easy.
But Emil had discovered an unexpectedly pleasurable activity within the boring profession of priesthood.
“My lady… mm, what a luscious pair of breasts you have today.”
Emil reached out and cupped the full, heavy breasts right in front of him.
When he moved his fingers, he felt the pert nipples rising beneath them.
“Mmh…”
He rolled them between his fingers until they stiffened into hard peaks.
A woman’s sultry voice followed.
“Emil, goodness… it’s still dawn.”
“Didn’t you know? A man’s blood burns hottest at dawn. He needs that heat to endure the rest of the day.”
Emil played with her breasts with obvious delight.
Her name was Cately, and she was the lover he had spent the night passionately enjoying.
Well, calling her a lover was a bit of a stretch.
If he had to be precise… yes. The most accurate term would be mistress in an affair.
She was the wife of the lord who ruled this region—Iredain—and rich enough to slip her lover a small fortune in the form of gold nuggets as pocket money.
What had caught Emil’s attention, naturally, was the latter part.
Once he realized that, he immediately abandoned the tedious duties of a priest and began seducing this noblewoman. He succeeded splendidly.
“When did you wake up?”
“Just a little while ago. I woke from a dream of you, my lady. But your body is so beautiful I can’t seem to get out of bed.”
“Hehe, what a lovely thing to say.”
Cately gave him a coquettish glance, then reached down to grasp the hot, rigid length near her thigh.
“By the way… what is this?”
“Who knows?”
“Hmm…”
She wrapped her thighs around it and began slowly rocking her hips.
Emil’s cock slid back and forth between her soft thighs, rubbing against her.
“How can you be this hard so early in the morning? We have to get up soon…”
“Then why don’t you help me calm down, my lady?”
“That means I’ll have to wash again.”
“Then we’ll wash. I can even wash you myself.”
“That won’t do. Hngh.”
Her hips began moving faster and faster.
“It’s a shame, but we don’t have time right now… so let’s make do with this. Ah, mm…”
Her entrance rubbed against him as if trying to swallow him whole, sliding back and forth to stimulate him.
It seemed she planned to finish him between her thighs.
That’s no fun.
Emil’s hand slid down from her breasts to her lower belly. She shivered.
“Ah, no.”
He had no intention of listening.
His fingers quickly found her wet folds.
“No, Emil, not there…”
“I can’t be the only one having fun.”
He pushed a finger between her petals.
Her already soaked pussy welcomed his finger easily.
“Please, mmmh, ah, no. This wasn’t what I meant to do. Haa, we’re going to be late.”
“It’s fine.”
Once his finger was inside her, Cately helplessly surrendered to his touch.
Mm, yes. That’s how it should be.
He stirred his finger inside her for a moment, making sure she was wet enough, then immediately replaced it with his cock.
“Huuuugh!”
“Shh, quietly.”
Her inner walls carefully wrapped around the sudden intruder.
Startled by the abrupt, intense pleasure, her insides twitched visibly.
“Ha, ahng, Emil, Emil…!”
Cately’s insides were soft and burning hot.
With every thrust came a hot gasp, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
“Nngh…!”
After thrusting hard for a while, hot semen surged up from below. She must have felt it too—her whole body trembled violently.
“Ah, no! Not inside…!”
Even as she said the words, her body refused to let go, gripping him deeply.
“Ah!”
The moment he erupted, Emil pulled out and spilled everything across her waist.
“Aah…”
Cately looked at the mess Emil had left on the sheets with regret in her eyes.
The bed was in utter disarray from their lovemaking.
Emil picked up a damp cloth from the brass basin and wiped himself clean, then gently cleaned her as well.
When the cold cloth—chilled overnight—touched her skin, she shivered.
“Eep.”
“Is it cold? Bear with it just a little.”
As he wiped away the white traces scattered across her body, he felt himself growing hard again.
I have to hold back.
It was truly morning now.
She murmured softly.
“You really are a strange man. Last night you grabbed my hair and took me so roughly from behind… and yet now you’re being this gentle.”
“My lady, that wasn’t my true self…”
“I know. You’re actually a very kind person.”
She reached out and stroked his cheek.
It didn’t feel bad.
Her fingers were soft.
“If only I could make you mine… wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
“Well, you already have me.”
She let out a small laugh.
“Liar.”
…….
He didn’t answer.
A vague attitude was better than a clumsy lie. That was how you seduced a woman.
“I have to go now.”
Once they were both clean,
she rose from the bed and gathered her clothes.
“Emil.”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
Her voice was thick with moisture.
The answer came easily.
“I love you too.”
He glanced back at the feather bed for a moment.
Part of him wanted to lie down again, but he couldn’t. It was time to leave.
That’s not mine.
He picked up the clothes strewn across the floor and dressed.
Black garments that were only slightly better than rags.
Neither the feather bed nor the brass basin belonged to him.
The only thing that was truly his was this shabby black robe.
It was time to go.
He opened the small door in the corner of the room.
Beyond it stretched a narrow, long passage that smelled of damp mold.
This was their secret little nest—Cately and Emil’s hideaway for their illicit trysts.
After passing through the cramped corridor, he finally reached his own shabby bedroom.
A pathetic bed made of a few torn pieces of cloth stuffed with straw.
Still, it was decent enough in that it wasn’t infested with bedbugs or fleas.
On cold days, he could even light a fire as much as he wanted.
“Ah, you’re awake, Father?”
When he stepped outside, a few early-rising servants greeted him.
Was today the lord’s birthday? Everyone was bustling about, preparing for the banquet.
They were all servants working for the Ricgard family of Iredain.
“Good morning, Father. Um, if you have time, could you perhaps give a sermon at the chapel? I’ve grown interested in the scriptures.”
A few of the maids openly showed their affection as they greeted him.
They had only just shed their girlish innocence and were at the age where they were intensely curious about the opposite sex.
“Hmm… won’t today be quite busy? Let’s do it another time when I’m free.”
“Ah, yes…”
He had no intention of indulging such feelings.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in women.
He simply had no desire to date maids.
Because they were all… poor.
Why on earth would he date a woman poorer than himself? A romantic relationship without financial gain was nothing but a loss.
“Father Emil. Good morning.”
“Ah, Lady Cately.”
Just then Cately appeared and greeted him.
The woman who had been rolling around in bed with him just moments ago now greeted him as if seeing him for the first time that day.
“You look beautiful today as always, my lady. You awaken my sleepy mind in an instant.”
“Oh my, even if it’s flattery, it’s nice to hear.”
Cately chuckled softly.
Here was an excellent example of a good mistress.
She had a voluptuous chest and hips, and even better—she had money.
“Flattery? You know priests can’t lie, don’t you? If you wish, I’ll swear on God’s name. I guarantee even He would gladly accept it.”
“Enough. I know, so please stop. You always embarrass me.”
A few sweet words, and gold coins would jingle down between her legs.
Could there be a better deal?
“By the way, Father Emil, did you have some business with those girls?”
“Ah, they asked me to give a sermon. But since today seems busy, I turned them down.”
“A sermon?”
Cately glared at the maids and snapped.
“You girls must be terribly idle. To think you have the nerve to slack off on the lord’s birthday.”
“No, my lady… that’s not what we—”
“Yes. It had better not be. If you have time to bother a busy priest, go back and do your jobs at once. Now!”
The maids who had been shyly gazing at Emil turned deathly pale and scattered in every direction like startled sparrows.
Just look at that.
How could he possibly find such girls attractive? They were the type to run away in fear at a single word from the lord’s wife.
Cately had gold, power, and breasts so large they couldn’t fit in his hands. Was there any better mistress?
“I shall take my leave as well, my lady.”
“Wait a moment, Father.”
As he tried to withdraw, Cately stopped him.
“What is…”
She glanced around quickly, then leaned in close to his ear.
She lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
What a lewd woman…
He immediately slipped his hand under her skirt and stirred between her legs. As expected, it was already wet.
“Hngh…”
“As you wish, my lady. You may have to spend all day in bed tomorrow.”
She shivered from head to toe.
He could only hope that today, her generosity would be as rich as the wetness beneath her skirt.