#2-8 Runaway Saintess Sharon (Sharon - Virgin Deflowering Saintess♥) (2)
-What the hell is happening? Schlick, schlick, Sharon's fingers stirred inside her pussy.
Sharon couldn't stop masturbating even as confusion clouded her mind. Her body no longer felt like her own. Just moments ago, she'd become utterly unable to resist Gaon Moon's command, reduced to a doll that could only obey his every word.
-Ahhng... ngh... aaah...! Gaon-nim, Gaon-nim...!
Right before her eyes, her benefactor was tangled up with another woman. They didn't care that she was watching—they pressed their genitals together and fucked. No, it looked more like Gaon was raping the green-haired woman. Or maybe treating her like a slave.
Sharon couldn't comprehend the situation at all. Above all, the man who'd always shown her such a kind smile and helped her in so many ways... she couldn't believe he was making such a vile face while doing something so despicable. It was unbelievable.
Left abandoned like that, Sharon watched as the two of them kept fucking for a long while....
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"Warmed up enough, Saintess?"
Her hand, which had been relentlessly fingering her pussy against her will, finally stopped. Sharon had created a huge puddle of fluids beneath her legs. She couldn't even count how many times she'd cum in the meantime. It wasn't just the forced marathon masturbation—the real reason was how hypersensitive her body had become, how insanely good it felt.
Come to think of it, she hadn't masturbated recently. Her memories of it were hazy, but she didn't think she'd ever cum this hard from solo play before....
She staggered to her feet. Her body felt completely limp, her legs trembling. But the fire in Sharon's eyes hadn't faded.
"I... trusted you... you...!"
"Sorry, Saintess. I betrayed you."
"Are you a heretic? What do you plan to do to me?!"
The fact that her body wouldn't obey her, that she had to obey this man's commands—it could only be explained as heretical sorcery. For it to control even a saintess like her... what terrifying power. But it couldn't be omnipotent. Sharon clung to that hope, waiting for an opening.
"Even those street murders were your—"
"Not us. And we're not heretics, either."
Sharon's eyes screamed disbelief. It was understandable. But Gaon had no intention of convincing her.
He stepped closer, standing right in front of her. Sharon flinched at the sudden proximity of his male body. She was stronger than most men—clearly so. And the Gaon before her was the same. Even if she didn't know the nature of the sorcery controlling her, she could tell he wasn't a warrior.
A Lv.4 Hero Unit like her wouldn't lose to a guy like this. So why? Just having him in front of her, seeing this unfamiliar naked male body up close... she felt a strange pressure. Deep inside, something trembled. Her womanly core—somewhere in her lower abdomen—clenched tight.
It wasn't fear. This feeling was... anticipation? Or arousal...? Her arm hairs stood on end, even though she wasn't cold.
"I just want to get close to you, Saintess Sharon. That's all."
"......."
As if she could believe that. And "get close"? While making her look like this... so humiliating...! The realization that she was exposing her naked body to a man right now made Sharon's face burn hot. She wanted to hug herself and collapse.
Before she knew it, Gaon's hands were roaming her body—stroking her arms, sides, belly, breasts, and even brushing her thighs and the crease of her groin.
"S-stop...! Don't touch me...!"
"Be quiet."
Sharon still couldn't resist. As his hand caressed her rigid slit, she shivered. He toyed with her folds, rubbed them, then scooped out her love juices and held them up before her eyes.
"Look at this. Your slutty nectar, Saintess."
"You... Aren't you afraid of heaven's punishment...!"
"Who knows. Being slutty's fine, right? The Goddess didn't say not to reproduce."
"We're not even lovers!"
"Then we just need to become lovers."
His words left her speechless. As if she'd ever fall for him. What a joke—cut the crap. Gaon continued casually, as if it didn't matter, while his hand kept tapping and teasing her saintly pussy.
"You don't remember, Saintess, but you've been here a few times already. Got trained in all sorts of ways. Learned how to use that mouth, how to cum from nipples alone, even how to take it in the ass."
His hand touched her lips, then her underboob, then gripped her ass hard. Sharon couldn't understand his words, but every time he spoke, vague scenes flashed in her mind. They resembled the weird dreams she'd been having lately.
Recently, she'd seen those visions when falling asleep—or even while awake, like daydreams. This man was behind them, too. The dreams hadn't been just dreams.
Sharon clenched her fists in rage, trembling, but Gaon continued leisurely.
"So now, let's get this hole ready to use. You haven't let me yet."
His vile hand kneaded her ass, then returned to tap her groin. She didn't fully grasp the meaning, but she knew what he wanted. And she'd never give it to him. Absolutely not.
Clatter...
SUCCESS — Sharon remains unaware.
Sharon had no idea. A die had been rolled, invisible and inaudible to her. Only Gaon, who knew the result, grinned brightly.
"Things won't go your way... absolutely...!"
Defying his smile, Sharon asserted firmly once more.
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"Please put it in soon, Manager♡ I've warmed up my pussy nice and hot for you♡"
And just like that, Sharon's attitude had changed. Lying back on the sofa, she pulled her own legs high and spread, offering her pussy to Gaon.
Sion, who'd been glued to Gaon moments ago, was now helping by holding Sharon's legs in place.
Under hypnosis, Sharon had reverted to her obedient clerk persona, desperately wanting her manager to deflower her pussy.
Gaon didn't make her wait. He pressed his rock-hard cock against her virgin pussy and thrust deep.
The membrane, already worn thin from fingering and her usual vigorous movements, tore cleanly. Sharon's virginity was unmistakably claimed by Gaon.
As always, the superb sensation and dopamine rush drew a satisfied sigh from him.
"Ngh, ugh... aaah...♡♡ Manager...♡♡"
Sharon's pussy was tight and chewy. Maybe because she was a combat saintess who moved a lot—its firm, elastic grip was exquisite. But it differed from Noa Florence's. Hers was stickier, softer somehow. Thanks to becoming a succubus, the unique flavor of her pussy stood out crystal clear.
His cock was utterly enchanted by Saintess Sharon's alluring hole.
Squelch... He pushed deeper, steadily burying himself to her depths.
No pain showed on her face despite it being her first time. The succubus energy had numbed any agony, leaving only pure pleasure.
It felt amazing. Even for her first time, having this hard male symbol inside her filled her with overwhelming emotion.
'Ah, aaah, it feels so good♡♡'
'I'm just a Mera Laundry employee... getting training from the manager like always♡♡'
Why was she getting this "training" at a laundry? The question didn't even enter her mind.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch slurp—
"Eek... hic... ngh... huuuh..."
Gaon's cock moved inside her. Every time that hot, rigid rod-like thing stabbed and stirred her guts, pathetic moans spilled from Sharon's lips.
She tried to stifle the embarrassing sounds, but at Gaon's words—"Make more noise if you want a better review"—she started exaggerating her slutty moans.
'Huh...? What was I... doing again?'
'Just a moment ago, I was—'
Some vague sense that this was wrong flickered, but the deep-thrusting meat rod chased it away.
The bumpy texture raking her vaginal walls, the riot of pleasure in her belly—it made stars burst before her eyes. Right now, her mind was filled only with this ecstasy. Nothing else mattered but reveling in it.
Along the way, she was kissed, had her nipples sucked, got her armpits fondled by Sion, and even switched to doggy style.
Enduring the cock pistoning in her depths for so long, Sharon finally felt something gushing forth in surges...
Thus, her first penetration ended with her first creampie as well....