Chapter 57
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Ducal Territory (7)
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Isabel took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. I hadn't slept at all to begin with, and since she'd woken up midway, it was still pitch black outside the window, signaling the dead of night.
"C-Come here."
While I debated whether to turn on the light, Isabel walked over to the bed and plopped down onto it.
And before I could even speak first, she flicked on the bedside mood lamp.
Soon, a soft glow faintly illuminated the room, and I found myself face-to-face with Isabel, who was gazing up at me in an outfit that was practically underwear.
She covered her pristine bare body with one arm while holding onto me with the other.
'...What a provocative sight.'
On the other hand, it was also an incredibly incongruous scene. I never could have imagined a day would come when Isabel and I would stare at each other like this.
Israfeel before confessing her feelings for me? Back when we lived together, she wandered around in her underwear as a matter of course.
But not Isabel. Even as she taught me with utmost sincerity from a teacher's perspective, she always maintained a certain distance.
It wasn't a lack of affection toward me, but more like... that was just Isabel's style.
'She was always someone with walls up.'
The type who kept up a friendly rapport but avoided getting too casually intimate if possible.
At least from what I knew, the only person Isabel ever fully let her guard down around was Israfeel. Even with me, there was always a bit of that formal distance.
So when she started treating me more warmly these past few days, I was genuinely pleased.
Sharing the same bed for what felt like torture—but wasn't—still hadn't gotten any easier by the fourth night, though.
At the very least, I didn't mind her throwing open those emotional walls like she did with me as a child, beaming with that bright smile. In fact, it made me thrilled.
I'd even dared to hope that once this mission ended and we returned to the mountains, we might become as close as we were back then—or even closer.
"......"
Yet who would have thought that hope would manifest in such a lascivious form?
It was a situation that left me sighing and marveling in equal measure.
"Wh-What are you doing? Sit down already, Evan."
"...Ah, um. Sure."
I nodded at Isabel's urging and took the spot beside her. Even so, my stubbornly erect member was still bothering me.
I glanced at her, then stealthily tugged at the blanket to cover my lower half without a word.
Thud!
Isabel grabbed my wrist again. I froze, and she stared at my lower body with eyes sparkling faintly.
"...Don't cover it up, Evan."
"Pardon...?"
And just like that, she said it. I flinched, my hand trembling on the blanket.
I tried to pull it down to cover myself, but the blanket wouldn't budge. Or more precisely, it wasn't the blanket—it was my hand that was stuck.
'What the hell.'
My eyes narrowed in tension. She was effortlessly restraining me with just a light grip on my wrist.
How did such slender arms produce that kind of strength so casually?
I'd thought my own growth was pretty extraordinary, but apparently, in pure physical strength, I still couldn't overpower Isabel at will.
I gave up resisting and obediently complied, but controlling my lower half was another matter.
"Ah...?"
Probably not what Isabel wanted, my member quickly lost its vigor and shrank.
Being physically pinned down like this naturally dulled the intense arousal.
Disappointment flickered across Isabel's face, but only briefly. She soon shifted her approach, closing the distance even more and pressing her body flush against mine.
"Wh-What... are you doing?"
"Satisfying my curiosity."
"Pardon?"
Her immediate reply came to my awkward question. With a fresh smile at my bewilderment, she reached down again. Toward my lower half, of course.
"I hear that the bodily fluids of exceptional priests taste incredible..."
"......"
"...So I was wondering what yours would be like, Evan. I let all the ones you released earlier go down the drain, so I never got a chance to taste them."
With that murmur, Isabel stroked my shaft with a teasing touch. She then prepared for another handjob with practiced ease.
Slap, slap-slap-slap! As her handplay resumed, I bit my lip to stifle a twitch.
I forced back the groan threatening to escape through my clenched teeth and glanced at her. She swallowed dryly, smoothly working my length.
Her expression suggested she was truly eager to make me climax and taste the result.
As pleasure twisted my features, I asked,
"...Miss Isabel. Is that what the condition was? You wanted to... ngh... taste my semen?"
Back in the bathroom, when I'd begged her to let me finish, she'd mentioned a condition.
I wondered if this handjob tied into that, but Isabel shook her head.
"No, this is just me indulging my curiosity right now. The condition is something else entirely."
"Ah, I see..."
Her tone was firmer than expected, leaving me slightly cowed. As I mumbled awkwardly, she glanced up at me with a mischievous grin.
"If you thought I'd let you off easy, you were mistaken. Too bad for you?"
"...Ahem, I never assumed it'd be that simple."
That smile was fatally alluring up close. I cleared my throat and averted my gaze, prompting her to continue smugly.
"I've guarded my virginity for 27 years, you know. I can't just give it away easily. My purity is worth more than you think, Evan."
She peeked at me through narrowed eyes, as if seeking agreement.
It wasn't wrong, but her smug look made me reluctant to agree.
When I stayed silent, Isabel grinned and dug her nail into my member.
Poke!
"...!"
"Evan, answer me."
My breath caught sharply. It felt like she might rip it off if I wasn't careful.
With a paling face and dilated pupils, I quickly replied,
"Of c-course. That's obvious. You're... incredibly beautiful, Miss Isabel."
"...!"
I'd blurted it out without thinking, just to agree with her.
Did it hit the mark? Her eyes widened slightly before she smirked with evident delight.
"...Beautiful, huh? Heh, it's flattery, but it sounds nice. Fine, I'll let it slide this time."
'That was 100% sincere.'
I rolled my eyes awkwardly. It wasn't flattery—it was the honest truth born of the moment.
At least calling her beautiful was no lie. Her breasts are small, but...
"......"
Her breasts are... quite small? Anyway.
I shifted topics with an awkward expression.
"...So, could you tell me the condition now? How long are you going to tease me?"
At this rate, I'd climax again before hearing it. Even diverting my focus as much as possible, her cool touch was intensely stimulating.
I'd experienced various sexual acts with three women so far, but...
When it came to handjobs specifically, Isabel was overwhelmingly superior. Simply put, the pleasure was so electric it kept fogging my mind.
I regulated my increasingly ragged breaths and shot her a sharp glare.
She licked her lips, seemingly disappointed I hadn't cum yet.
"I thought maybe you'd tire out and fall asleep after one release, but no luck. As expected, your stamina is something else, Evan."
"...Miss Isabel."
"Haha, alright, alright. I'll tell you."
At my reproachful stare, she burst into light laughter. Then she inched even closer, her movements sly.
Isabel caressed my lower back with a gentle touch. Half-embracing me, her eyes curved gracefully.
"Evan. You know this about me already, but I don't really like unhealthy relationships."
Her opening words touched on her beliefs. I straightened my expression into something more serious.
Unlike a half-hearted guy like me, she was a true conservative when it came to chastity.
That was Isabel. My own failure to adapt to the church's culture stemmed from my past life; I wasn't indifferent to lust.
If not for the burden of my divine traits, I'd have lost my virginity ages ago.
But Isabel was different. She was genuinely pure.
Inside and out.
"Today is just me taking responsibility for tormenting you due to my rash judgment... To be honest, I'm still wary about it."
Though I've developed a bit of interest in sex now, she added with a playful stick-out of her tongue, girlishly matching her youthful looks.
Smiling warmly, she gripped my member a bit tighter, clearly aiming to please me this time.
"...Ngh."
I swallowed a gasp, and she kneaded my hip bones while both hands worked me over.
Her left hand from behind, her right from the front—both squeezing me teasingly.
I might actually release a load of white fluid before she finished speaking.
Isabel continued slowly.
"What I want to say is simple. Calling it a 'condition' feels off. It's more like I'm presenting you with choices, Evan."
"I want to uphold premarital chastity as much as possible, but I did wrong you, that's a fact."
"So if that's what you want, Evan... tonight, I could give you this body I've saved for my future husband."
That one line made my eyes widen.
For how firmly she'd brought up a condition, it was surprisingly straightforward.
"But."
Of course, if that were the end, she wouldn't have bothered with all the buildup.
Isabel added in a low voice, her sunset-hued eyes wavering subtly.
"If we share our bodies tonight... as the price for abandoning my beliefs, I'll never have intimate physical contact with you again for the rest of our lives."
"......"
It was a bombshell. Pressured by her intensity, I fell silent as she continued matter-of-factly, testing me with her steady gaze as always.
"But yes. Just for tonight, I could do whatever you desire. Since it'd be our first and last fling, I'd indulge any position you crave."
The difference lay in her words. And in the subtle allure and sensuality radiating from her expression and eyes.
Isabel slowly covered her mouth with her hand.
"Of course, you can use this."
She wiggled her fingertips next.
"This one goes without saying."
Finally, she caressed her lower abdomen.
With a seductive smile, she said,
"Even this is welcome. As a priestess, I always maintain contraception spells. Creampies are fine too. I'll take as much as you give."
"......"
"...However, once the sun rises after we've done all that, it's over."
Her tone shifted completely for the follow-up. The playfulness vanished, replaced by solemnity.
She reached out again, grasping my cock. A chill and pleasure surged, tickling not just my shaft but my entire body and mind.
"There won't be a second time. I'd feel sorry for Israfeel, so I'd pretend this never happened."
I shuddered, my focus split between the sensations and the swirling thoughts clouding my head.
Absorbing her words was proving difficult enough.
"Now you're curious about the other option?"
Ignoring my inner turmoil, Isabel pressed on. The prior coolness faded, mischief returning.
"Sure, choosing this means you won't satisfy any more desires tonight, but..."
Her body swayed enticingly as her hand stroked me up and down, impossibly sweet.
As the building urge to cum raced up my spine and I held my breath, she whispered,
"If that's okay, confess to me, Evan."
"...Pardon?"
And my body stiffened for an entirely different reason.
I stared at her, eyes bulging.
Isabel's lips curved slyly.
"I wouldn't accept it now—too suspicious of sincerity. But confess in a few days, man up and vow to take responsibility for my future..."
"......"
"...Who knows? Then you'd be my future husband, and I might just hand over my purity willingly, no strings attached."
I had no reply. My fluttering lashes betrayed my realization of her true meaning.
Soon, Isabel added coyly,
"In other words, that's it. Want a sticky, happy time with me tonight? Or give up tonight... for a chance at all of me in the future."
Your choice, Evan. With that, Isabel said no more.
She simply breathed heavily, expectant of my decision.
Eventually, the room filled only with the sound of her hand working my member.