Chapter 16
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Siblings (4)
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Divine Power was something innate from birth, unlike other energies on the continent like aura or mana—it couldn't be acquired through effort.
Studies had proven that it often manifested through bloodlines...
But occasionally, very rarely, there were cases where it awakened regardless of lineage.
Though extremely uncommon, those who awakened their power in such a way had without exception grown into the top 1% of powerhouses throughout history.
And in the current era of the Sun Church, there were five such blessed individuals with Divine Power.
Saint Candidate of the 38th generation, Evan Lane; Saintess Candidate Lete Heresia; First Apostle Israfeel Hael; Special Inquisitor Isabel Sedent—
And finally, Pope Adam Mayfield.
'...Well, even if we're lumped together, I'm probably the weakest of the bunch.'
Honestly, from my perspective, there was nothing particularly special about it. I'd barely scraped past the passing line, after all.
If I had to rank us, it'd probably be Evan < Lete = Isabel < Israfeel < Adam.
Compared to me, who'd gone through an early Divine Power slump, Lete had endured hers a bit longer.
No need to even mention the Fierce Saint who'd reached her realm independently without one, or Israfeel.
And Pope His Holiness, who'd lived for over two centuries far beyond the human lifespan, was in a league of his own from the start.
We might be grouped together, but strictly speaking, the gap was clear. There was zero chance of me stepping into their realm.
"Ugh, ngh...!? Hn, ungh."
"......"
"Haa, haa. Huuu."
That's what I'd thought. At least until now, it had been a given. Talent granted at birth couldn't be overturned by effort alone.
But now, it seemed I needed to shed that pathetic, pessimism-soaked mindset.
Sexual intercourse, something I'd never even considered before, was now proving to bring real gains to my realm.
Right now, like this—the moment I simply thrust my thing into Israfeel's secret place.
Splat-!
Just like with Lete before, I was swept up in a sensation like lightning striking down.
"...Kh, hff."
It felt like electricity coursed through my entire body. Heat mixed into my breaths unbidden, and my eyes shook wildly, blurring my vision.
No matter how I thought about it, this was pleasure on a scale far beyond normal sex, overwhelming my mind.
I'd never been with a non-cleric woman yet, but...
Still, I was certain. If this level of stimulation came just from man and woman joining bodies, civilization itself wouldn't hold together.
It was only because Israfeel and I were both trained that we could barely endure this carnal ecstasy.
"Hah, ugh, Evan, Evan..."
No, actually, 'endure' might be the wrong word. Gritting my teeth to keep my consciousness from flying away was the best I could do.
Israfeel had tossed aside her earlier big-sister mode, whimpering in the most pitiful, adorable way imaginable.
The cold, sharp Divine Power of another—clearly carrying yin qualities—beginning to absorb into my body. I'd experienced it before.
'...This is insane.'
Just like when Lete had pounced on me once... Lightning kept striking my head in succession.
I couldn't say for sure, but other clerics probably didn't experience pleasure of the same intensity and quality as us.
It seemed the higher the grade of one's Divine Power trait, the more amplified the ecstasy of intercourse became.
To confirm that, I'd probably have to ask His Holiness the Pope directly, but that wasn't something I could do right now.
How long had it been since insertion? Not even thirty seconds, probably, but it felt like ten minutes had passed.
Unlike with Lete, the fact that I was shoving it into a woman I'd lived with like family stirred a strange sense of taboo...
"Brother, I, my clothes, clothes, seriously. Do something about it, Evan, Evaaan."
"......"
And Israfeel's voice, pleading while whimpering with my thing buried inside her, sounded oh-so-good.
'This feels kinda perverted.'
Suddenly, I realized my sexual tastes weren't exactly wholesome. Who knew her sobbing could sound this erotic?
But whatever. The plain fact was, this physical union wasn't forced.
It was consensual sex, and that tangled-up top of hers wasn't my doing. She'd flailed around on her own and ended up in that ridiculous state.
Just... Looking at her crotch accepting my thing, drooling love juices, or her lower belly twitching from the intense pleasure, I suddenly wanted to see her face too.
I reached out toward Israfeel, trying to calm my still-thundering heart.
"Stay still, Sister."
I muttered briefly, and she flinched but nodded slightly.
Her uncharacteristically quick compliance. Waiting obediently for my touch.
But the overall picture was her bound by her top, exposing her armpits, nipples, and navel, legs spread wide in an M-shape.
I swallowed dryly at that pathetic yet somehow lewdly bewitching sight.
I slowly grabbed her priestess robe and began untying the knot. It wasn't that tightly tangled from the outside.
"Phhaa...!"
Soon as I fully removed the robe, Israfeel's sweat-drenched face came into view.
Her water-blue hair clung stickily to her cheeks and nape, and her eyes were genuinely moist from the tears.
She steadied her breathing and glared at me with fresh, innocent eyes.
"You, you jerk! You could've untied it easily, but you teased me like that...!"
"Mm..."
I scratched my cheek, avoiding her sparkling gaze. Truth be told, I'd dragged it out on purpose because her reactions were fun.
I rolled my eyes, pondering a plausible excuse for a moment.
'An excuse... Do I need one?'
I shifted my thinking a bit. After all, right now, I was the one on top of her.
No need to soothe her like usual.
Just continue what I was doing.
And that 'what I was doing' was, needless to say, sex with Israfeel.
"Hey, are you even listening to m—"
The moment she glared daggers and reached out for me.
I roughly gripped both her hips, and right after a surprised "Hngh?!" slipped from her lips at the touch.
Plung!
"...!?"
I slammed my hips forward hard. My thing, not yet fully sheathed, buried root-deep inside her.
"Heuk...!"
Israfeel's fierce eyes, about to scold me, widened hugely in an instant.
Her eyelashes fluttered, toes cutely curling. Her beautifully proportioned legs wrapped around my waist like an embrace—
"Hng, ngh, ah, ahn."
Her golden eyes, perfectly mixed with pain and pleasure, gazed up at me with resentment.
She curled her body as if twisting, hips bucking awkwardly, but that glare was sharp as ever.
Translating it, something like 'How dare you do this to me...!'
"Mm."
It was a timing that made me suddenly fear the aftermath, but the deed was done. I shook off the last hesitation and moved my body.
Pang! Our flesh slapped together again, and Israfeel's head snapped back.
"Heuk, ngh...!?"
Her right hand, trying to grab me but failing, flailed powerlessly.
I paused briefly, then gently clasped that hand. Intertwining our fingers joint by joint, forming a innocent pinky promise.
"Try to hold out a bit longer, Sister. We haven't even really started yet."
But I had no intention of speaking softly. I even laced it with subtle mockery, making her eyes well up as she glared.
"You, you really, after I let you go first just once, you're gonna mock me like that?! Hngt...!"
Though she quieted down once I grabbed her breast with my other hand.
I enjoyed the handful of soft flesh to my heart's content. On top of the jiggling sensation, my thumb teased the nipple.
"Ugh, eek...! Heak...!?"
Israfeel glared wide-eyed, trying to resist, trying to push back the pleasure.
Futile. The fierce expression didn't hold for a second before softening, replaced by a sweetness like she was melting.
"Hngaa, hyaaah..."
The grip of her hand holding mine began to loosen bit by bit.
Of course, with me holding tight, it wasn't going anywhere.
I silently curled my lips and shifted my position slightly.
Still hand-in-hand with Israfeel, I lowered my body. I lifted one of her legs, thrust my thing even deeper, and buried my face in her breasts.
"...Hik?!"
Perhaps because my rough breath hit her chest. Israfeel let out a sharp cry, different from before.
Her trembling eyes met mine, but I brushed off the brief eye contact and nibbled her nipple. Quite gently.
Chomp...!
"Hyaaang! Ahk!?"
The reaction was immediate. Israfeel tried desperately to pull away, but I had no intention of letting go of her right hand.
As I rolled the most sensitive spot on her upper body with my teeth and tongue, her lower half reacted too.
"Hek, heuk, hk, mmph."
Separate from my heart pounding like it would burst, her insides clenched tight.
Israfeel hugged my waist with her legs, squeezing my thing. The hot inner walls tormented my senses.
"You, what are you, a baby...? Why are you sucking on my breasts like that..."
"......"
"Say something, you perverted little brother, ah...? Ungh?"
Israfeel tried to continue, but it barely registered in my ears.
I just frowned slightly and pulled my lips from her breast.
Blood surged to my lower half, throbbing like it would explode. In other words, ejaculation urge—the precursor to climax dominated my mind—
"...Israfeel."
"Y-Yeah?"
I stroked her flustered cheek and forced out the words.
"I'm gonna cum inside first. Can't hold back."
"...Ueh...?"
Israfeel blinked dumbly, letting out the world's silliest sound. To finish, I started moving my hips again.
Plung! My thing drove in harder than ever, hitting her deepest spot.
"Hff, hng...!?"
Her eyelids fluttered like in spasms as she frantically covered her mouth.
It must have been stimulation intense enough for a reflexive groan of agony. Of course it was—directly prodding her cervix.
Her reaction felt so lovable that I was about to stroke her again.
"Evan, wait, stop—! Hngt!"
Israfeel looked at me with an expression I couldn't tell was crying or laughing, and her gaze made me pause for just a moment.
But with the urge at its peak, I couldn't hold out any longer.
"...Kiss, kiss me when you cum, give me a chu and gooo."
Fortunate, I suppose?
Her demand was simple.
Israfeel gazed at me with affectionate eyes and tilted her chin up slightly—the perfect angle for our lips to meet.
I hesitated for a second and murmured.
"...S-Sister. Don't your lot only kiss when you've promised a future together?"
I knew we'd already kissed once, when she'd given me something like a handjob earlier.
Still, it was hard to gloss over without asking.
I trailed off like I was backing away.
Grab!
"!"
Israfeel seized my nape like it didn't matter at all.
And with the innocent smile of a girl in love, she said,
"Mhm, that's right."
"......"
"I know."
Right then, I heard something snap in my head.
I glanced up calculatingly, but the deliberation didn't last long.
We'd already kissed once anyway.
No big deal.
I grabbed Israfeel's chin, and she closed her eyes like she'd been waiting.
The next moment, our lips met. Soft and warm— just the contact sent thunder crashing through my brain.
'Guh...!?'
From that not-so-deep kiss, the peak sensation bloomed.
Gurgle, gurgle!!
My thing lodged in Israfeel's depths throbbed hugely, and her eyelids quivered in response.
"Phha...! Ngh, hn!?"
As our lips parted, Israfeel's back arched gracefully.
And I released everything from my lower half into her womb. Utterly filling it.
If there weren't separate contraception spells, it would've probably impregnated her—a truly massive load—
"Heuuuuk...!?"
Inside her.
Into Sister's belly.
I plunged my seed.