Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Interference (5)
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Lete's knowledge of sex was inevitably limited, but that didn't mean she lacked common sense.
Compared to the other saintess candidates, her knowledge was just a bit more innocent in scope, but she knew all the things she ought to know.
In other words, it was just that a few candidates like Eliya or Dorothy were excessively promiscuous.
On the contrary, as a member of the Sun Church, Lete was actually a bit more well-read than the average person.
'Fuck, this is...'
For that reason, at this moment, Lete couldn't help but suspect that all the knowledge she'd accumulated so far might have been wrong.
Men's bodily fluids shouldn't taste good on a perfectly common, universal level.
From what she'd read in books and heard from those around her, they were generally salty or had a bitter, acrid taste.
"Yeah, more... lick."
Why on earth? She'd simply swallowed Evan's semen because she wanted to see him lose himself just a little more, to witness that expression.
Lete was certain no snack she'd ever put to her lips or tongue could be this sweet.
Probably the compatibility with her divine constitution at play.
The bitterness was barely noticeable, and while the saltiness lingered, it wasn't unpleasant.
On the contrary, it blended perfectly with an unexpected sweetness, teasing the senses.
'...It's delicious.'
Lete's blue eyes grew hazy. Half-entranced, she moved her lips and tongue.
More, cleaner. Desperate to taste every drop of that fluid still clinging to Evan's member, and if impossible, at least the lingering aftertaste or echo. She groped for sensation.
She had no choice. The mental fortitude, willpower, and endurance she'd built as the lady of a divine noble house since childhood—all useless now.
"Mm..."
Lete devoted herself entirely to savoring this devilish white nectar.
What ingredients could make it taste so alluring?
It felt like being seduced by a demon. And even if that were true, a chilling thrill she couldn't shake off.
It stimulated such primal desire. Candy, chocolate, ice cream—no dessert in the world could compare.
She wanted to hold this moment forever, never let it end.
She wanted to indulge more.
Taste it longer.
Wish this ecstasy eternal.
But.
"...Ah..."
All things must end, and a man's body has clear limits.
Lete realized the thing she'd been eagerly licking was wilting.
How to describe it? Like a squirrel devouring acorns furiously, only to realize its paws are empty?
That dazed flailing in the air—that was exactly her feeling.
Lete's face fell naturally, and Evan let out a strained chuckle at the sight.
"Crazy bitch..."
He spat the curse outright. This time, muttering inwardly wasn't enough to endure.
What the hell had she done to a cock right after cumming?
Hadn't she heard his silent screams? Should he have just yelled at full volume instead?
"Hoo."
Exhaling lowly, Evan groaned and reached out, grabbing Lete's cheek with a 'thwap!'.
Still entranced, dazed and downcast. Absurd, but paradoxically, his anger ebbed.
Fine, whatever. At this point, what good was anger? Just think of it as her graciously providing cleanup service.
Evan fiddled with Lete's hair.
"Did you lick the dish clean?"
"..."
"Satisfied now? Then let's..."
He trailed off, about to suggest tidying up. Then Lete reached out silently, assassin-like, and Evan paled instantly.
"Hey, hey hey!"
Her hand headed straight for his crotch again.
Not tired of it? Evan grabbed her with pupil-shaking panic, but she overpowered him this time.
'Fuck...'
Evan inwardly sighed at Lete brute-forcing his arm away.
Simple facts: The woman before him had lost it, gone mad for the taste enough to use divine power in a tussle.
That was it.
Crunch!
"...!"
Blocking a crazed person rarely ends well. Pain shot from below; Evan bit his lip hard.
Already sensitive, right after release.
"You fucking psycho bitch...!"
One arm pinned by Lete, the other propping the floor uselessly, Evan could only groan miserably.
Only then did Lete's half-dazed pupils regain faint focus.
Blind force wouldn't bend the situation her way?
"Please... Evan."
"...W-what?"
Her small white hand gently stroked and teased his member, Lete pleading in a coquettish, melting voice.
As if she couldn't give this up, wouldn't back down.
"Just once more? Can't you get it up one more time? Please? I'll suck it out quick. Really, just a moment, come on, Evannn."
"Guh...!"
Evan went mad at her cutesy begging.
This contact alone burned his lower half like fire—what more did she need to drive him insane?
He resented that Lete was the unrivaled beauty among saintess candidates.
If she weren't pretty, weren't this cute, he could've shaken her off.
Are males doomed to yield to women? Evan felt oddly enlightened, but her erotic allure was unbearable regardless.
"Evan, I'll be really good from now on. So just once, let me taste it once more."
"..."
"I'm begging. Just get hard, and I'll handle the rest. I'll make you feel good..."
The prickly Lete Heresia wasn't this lust-overflowing, wasn't this sensual.
'What the fuck happened.'
Evan was utterly bewildered. The four years viewing her as utterly charmless... felt so fleeting.
"—Ah."
"..."
Inevitable.
Utterly unavoidable.
'Fuck.'
Evan squeezed his eyes shut; Lete beamed the world's happiest smile.
"Ahaha..."
With quite a sensual flush, too.
Her right hand began moving slowly.
Pat pat pat pat.
Slowly, calmly. Yet with firm stimulation, forcing Evan's prior spent sensation to rise again.
Releasing his now-unneeded wrist... Lete neatly tidied her fallen hair once more.
Her eyes softened, lips glistening silver after a tongue-lick.
Blue eyes brimming with anticipation.
"...Haa, ha, hoo. Ngh."
Preparations done. Lete calmed her ragged, excited breaths—
"Then, bon appétit...?"
She drawled playfully, mischievously.
No more words needed. Time to claim what she'd craved.
She bowed her head downward again.
Toward Evan's stiffly erect member, skyward, for her savoring.
*****
Once the whole process wrapped up.
"..."
"..."
Lete and I silently straightened our clothes. We'd been steeped in desire for nearly an hour, leaving our outfits quite disheveled.
I pulled up my pants; Lete peeled off her soaked underwear, grimacing at the discomfort.
"...Ah."
"Ahem."
The instant our eyes met by chance, even briefly, we snapped our heads away as if by agreement.
Just looking at each other would summon those memories for a while.
And to prevent worse mishaps, restraint was needed.
I merely stole glances at Lete dabbing her mouth with a handkerchief.
After all that madness, her regaining shame and blushing furiously was quite the sight.
'If you're gonna do this, build some self-control.'
I wanted to scold her sharply, but after brief conflict, held back.
Best to gloss over this for both our sakes. Bringing it up might stir trouble.
"...Hm?"
I was pretending nonchalance, waiting for Lete to compose herself.
Then I caught a suspicious shift in the air flow. A spatial dissonance I'd missed amid the excitement.
"W-what's wrong...?"
"..."
Lete flinched at my ominous tone, guilt-struck.
But I ignored her, narrowing my eyes.
My red gaze fixed precisely in one direction. This remote outdoor corridor was secluded, low-traffic... but findable if sought.
Especially for tracking or peeping.
"..."
I glanced at Lete, finger to lips; she grimaced but shut her mouth obediently.
'Roughly... over there?'
Direction pinpointed. Traces of concealed presence via holy arts, ironically making it detectable.
This corridor was open-structured: linking buildings with a garden midway.
Trees for hiding, shrub piles for crouching—scattered about.
My gaze hit dead-center past the bushes.
Faint but clear human presence.
Thud-!
No need to hesitate. I surged divine power, kicked off the ground, and reached the spot instantly.
"...Eek?!"
A shrill shriek erupted. Exactly one meter from my landing, a small figure looked up at me.
I grimaced upon confirming the intruder hidden so well in the bushes.
Not a welcome face.
Flushed, feverish; trembling like aspen upon seeing me. Petite and cute.
Yet her hand never stopped plunging between spread W-legged thighs. Couldn't? Wouldn't?
"Ah, ah. Ahh, ah...!"
Perplexed by her own reaction, she alternated glances between her lower half and my face—
I just pitied the weeds soaked in her fluids where she sat.
"Who's there...? Evan."
Lete approached cautiously behind me then. Her tense tone betrayed anxiety.
I shrugged nonchalantly.
"Just a horny rabbit squatting."
"...Huh? What rabbit?"
The figure's face burned redder; Lete, puzzled, came to my side.
Rustle—as she peeked over my shoulder.
"..."
"..."
Their eyes met. Awkward silence descended, indescribable.
"Aha..."
One difference: Lete perfectly matched my sentiment upon sharing the scene.
She nodded in quick understanding.
"Yeah. A rabbit."
"Rabbit, right."
"First purple rabbit I've seen, though. Well, the continent has mysterious critters."
"Mm, could be."
I nodded gravely too; Lete scratched her cheek sheepishly.
Another silence.
Soon, Lete murmured lowly.
"...Shall we go? Evan."
I replied instantly.
"Yeah."
"Yep."
Agreement reached, no reason to linger. Lete and I turned away naturally, as if seeing nothing—
"W-wait, wait a second?!"
Eliya Ruben, immersed in her solo feast treating us as side dish, shattered our courtesy with a shriek.
We turned back reluctantly, unamused. The purple-haired girl quivered, on the verge of tears.
"Just curse me instead! Curse me! Don't ignore me like I'm pathetic...!"
"...No, Ruben. Our bad. Enjoy your fun time, then."
"G-give me a chance to explain—no, justify! Please...! Evan, Lete! Wait! I can explain everything! Really!"
"Ugh, so pathetic, seriously."
Eliya Ruben tripped and clung to my ankle as I tried leaving.
For a split second, I seriously debated kicking her; Lete silently cast a sound barrier around us.