Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Relief (4)
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Apostles were the pinnacle of martial might in the Sun Church, second only to Saints and Saintesses, but Inquisitors were the shadowy judges who directly executed the Goddess's enemies.
Those who attempted communication with the demon realm, summoned demons, or committed similar pagan sins—they were the ones who drew their blades without hesitation.
Among such Inquisitors, Isabel Sedent was a woman who could not be replaced by anyone.
Even the Inquisitors of the present generation had risen to a status somewhat comparable to the Apostles, all thanks to her singular existence as the one and only Special Inquisitor.
With the two Saints and Saintesses of the 37th generation—once called demigods—having laid down their names, the Church's strongest were now Isabel or Israfeel.
What was the favorite topic among the gossips at the foot of the Hespania Mountains? If asked, six or seven out of ten would likely answer thus:
The rivalry between the First Apostle and the Special Inquisitor—two women who had transcended human limits.
Even Pope Adam Mayfield had spoken of it with regret. If only the selection period for the next Saint and Saintess candidates, which began every ten years, hadn't cleverly gone awry...
—One of the two would surely have become an exceptionally powerful Saintess, rewriting history.
Isabel Sedent and Israfeel Hael were blessed with such talents. Even without a Saintess's authority, they could glimpse the demigod realm.
"Really... Why are you suddenly acting like this without a word, Israfeel?"
Yet the two women, seen by some as fierce rivals, surprisingly got along well.
They occasionally clashed in official matters, but privately, they were close friends who shared everything without reservation.
It was just like always—they had finished their morning duties and were strolling toward lunch when it happened.
Israfeel suddenly narrowed her eyes and headed somewhere. Isabel whined and followed behind her.
Her short golden hair swaying down to her shoulders, they arrived near a bench isolated at the edge of the central plaza—
"...?"
By the time they were close enough, Isabel could sense the unnatural disturbance around the bench.
She couldn't say for sure, but it felt like the air currents were warped by someone's Divine Power.
'A holy barrier?'
In cases like this, there was usually a barrier over the area.
Though she couldn't declare it definitively, most cases from experience were like that, so Isabel pressed her throbbing forehead.
"Really, don't they have any shame...?"
The embarrassment in her mutter was simple. She knew exactly what a holy barrier set up so abruptly meant.
It wasn't just to block external interference—it included perception jamming and presence distortion spells.
In the Sun Church headquarters, which actively encouraged physical relations among clergy, this was quite common.
"Let's go, Israfeel... We'll just embarrass ourselves if we interrupt."
Isabel tugged at Israfeel's arm, her face flushing hot. Though a member of the Church, she wasn't open-minded enough to endorse outdoor sex.
On the contrary, she was a rare conservative among all the continent's clergy.
She wanted to scold them for not holding back even outside, but what good would stopping them mid-act do?
Isabel knew very well that the best course here was to look away and ignore it.
But.
"...Israfeel?"
The woman who should have moved with her stood frozen instead.
Isabel turned back in confusion, finally noticing how grave Israfeel's expression was.
Her face was deathly pale, as if she'd imagined the world's worst horror.
"W-What's wrong?"
Startled herself, Isabel lowered her voice and cupped Israfeel's cheeks with a 'clap'.
Worried something might be wrong, she quickly scanned Israfeel's health with Divine Power... Of course, nothing was amiss.
Clergy of their level were immune to ordinary illnesses anyway.
"...Isabel."
"Yes, Israfeel. Speak freely."
Isabel nodded firmly at the call. They'd known each other for a full ten years now.
How many times in those ten years had she seen Israfeel this shaken?
No, she'd never seen her this unsteady, no matter the time.
"If there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to tell me..."
So Isabel intended to listen with utmost seriousness—but
Israfeel just turned a gloomy gaze toward the bench and murmured.
"Would it be okay if I tore that holy barrier right now...?"
"...Pardon?"
Isabel's expression turned strange for a different reason. Caught off guard, she couldn't even form the obvious question in time.
'Tear the barrier...?'
No, why?
...Suddenly?
"...Guh, huu."
Squelch...! After a sticky sound echoed, Lete and I entered a brief lull, facing each other as we panted hotly.
My second climax was approaching. We'd stopped just short of the end, and the fervor was slowly subsiding.
'If this keeps up, I'm really going to lose my mind.'
But calling it a breather was misleading. We'd only climaxed once, yet my head was already a mess from the crashing pleasure.
It was to the point where I genuinely feared my consciousness might evaporate.
Considering my physical abilities far surpassed an average man's thanks to the Goddess's blessing, this was a grave crisis.
"Haaah..."
And worst of all, she wouldn't even let me rest fully. On top of everything, Lete clenched her inner walls tight—
"...Hng, mm."
Soon, a lewd breath tickled my lips. By the time I came to, Lete had wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
Her tongue slithered in wickedly, ravaging my mouth. Saliva mixed, my tongue was toyed with, and her lips stamped a deep mark.
"Kuh...! Hmph."
My lower half felt like it was overheating to the point of explosion. No exaggeration—I was on the verge of madness.
Even my heart wouldn't obey. Had it given up before my mind?
My head was already mush from the frantic pounding.
'Fuck, seriously...'
We'd stopped a while ago, but I was at my limit now. This insane pleasure wasn't something I could endure just by holding steady.
I couldn't overcome the boiling urge to cum plus the desire tormenting my flesh.
Then at least, shouldn't I seize the most thrilling peak I could feel right now?
My hazy vision blurred further as my thoughts spiraled, and my mind finally snapped.
"...Mm, hyaaang!"
Squish...!
Before I knew it, my body moved again. I grabbed Lete's thighs—still sprawled diagonally on the bench—and pushed them upward.
It was a thoroughly vulgar position—but in other words, perfect for thrusting my cock as deep as possible.
"Ugh, uh!? Heaak...!"
Lete's face flushed crimson, but she didn't resist my hands.
She just covered her face with both hands. Her ears, burning red, made Lete Heresia unbearably cute.
I wanted to stroke them.
"...Huu, Lete."
But I held back. Right now, more important than kneading those soft-looking ears with thumb and forefinger.
I called her name in a low voice, then gently grasped her slender wrists.
"H-Ha, don't...!"
Forcing her hands away half-coercively revealed her flushed face again.
She gritted her teeth to shake me off, but soon her eyes welled with tears.
Before she could feel hurt, I spoke in a calm, settled voice.
"I like you, Lete."
"...!"
"For real."
Short, but in this moment, worth a thousand words.
The effect was immediate. Lete forgot to tense her arms, gasping sharply.
"...Should I say I love you too?"
"...!!?"
She failed to mask her expression at my sly follow-up, trembling with ecstatic joy.
If I weren't right here, she'd probably be grinning ear to ear.
Her lips twitched slyly, pupils darting—definitely pleased.
'...Limit soon.'
The dreamy, sensual mood was perfect, but savoring it fully was impossible.
My mental strength was depleted from suppressing the climax at the edge.
Holding back more might make me sick. With a short breath, I brushed Lete's light brown hair aside with my knuckles.
"...? Lete?"
"...Ah."
In that instant—truly a split second—Lete's blue eyes seemed fixed over my shoulder.
Too clear to be a misperception; she flinched at my puzzled call.
I reflexively turned, but Lete urgently gripped my head, preventing it.
Then she whispered in my ear.
"Don't think about anything else right now. Just look at me... only me..."
"... "
"Cum inside me, Evan."
That was the trigger. My body was already at breaking point, and she even planted a coquettish kiss on my right ear.
"Heu, E-Evaan... Heh."
"...Kgh!"
How could I hold back? Like me, she shyly slipped her tongue into my ear to please me.
It felt like she was licking my brain.
Slap! Finally, my thigh met her pelvis. Sweat and fluids splattered with the lewd splash.
And surge...! The pent-up semen finally surged through my urethra.
"Nnghk, hek...!?"
We climaxed almost simultaneously. Lete, mid-lick, peaked and clamped her legs around my waist; my white release naturally flooded her womb.
Compared to any prior sex, this pleasure was overwhelmingly superior.
My eyes fluttered as I regulated my ragged breaths. If not, I'd forget to even breathe.
Our sweat-slick skins slapped 'splosh' together. Exhausted, I collapsed still buried inside her.
Our bare bodies exchanged heat. Lete hugged me tight like a shivering kitten.
Even accounting for orgasm aftershocks, her trembling fingertips felt off.
As I blinked curiously and hugged back—
"Sorry... Evan."
"...What?"
She mumbled hesitantly, and not grasping it immediately, I yielded to her touch.
Lete pushed my body back slightly, then tilted my head further.
"What..."
Confusion etched my face. What whim was this?
Her hands seemed intent on showing me something from behind.
Unable to fathom her intent, I rolled my eyes back. Recalling her glance over my shoulder pre-climax—
"...Ah."
I saw the utterly wretched expression of someone whose world had crumbled.
There was a shattered holy barrier.
Beyond it stood Israfeel Hael, smiling in dazed enlightenment.