Chapter 6
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: First Night (1)
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"Smack, slurp, chup..."
There's a saying within the Sun Church: "Never give Lete Heresia alcohol."
I wasn't sure if it really existed before, but it sure as hell would after this. I planned to spread it far and wide myself.
A sense of mission burned in my chest. This disaster couldn't happen twice.
I hoped no second victim like me would ever emerge.
Twitch, twitch—
...And then my lower half started to perk up too. The culprit? Lete, straddling my thighs.
Was this holy woman out of her mind from the booze?
"...Slurp."
"Mmph, mm."
I glared at Lete with wide eyes, trying to intimidate her. But it had no effect. She kept kissing away, oblivious.
She even went further, grabbing my idle hand and pulling it toward her chest.
This crazy bitch for real.
Yeah. That's how it went. Lete had burst into my quarters, ripping the door open, and flung herself into my arms, planting one right on my lips.
"Pfhah."
After a long, deep kiss, she pulled back with a seductive smile.
Her murmur was simple.
"First... kiss...?"
"..."
"...Mine too."
This madwoman. I was done, convinced she'd lost her damn mind.
To think my first kiss would go to waste like this.
No, even a sober Lete probably never imagined she'd toss her lips away like this.
If she'd always harbored thoughts like that, it wouldn't have stayed hidden through all our bickering.
If she'd been play-fighting with me like a maniac while secretly thinking, "Break into Evan Lane's room and give him a mind-melting deep kiss,"...
That'd earn her an Oscar. She deserved one.
...Not the time for these thoughts.
I snapped to a beat too late with a gasp. The sticky lust from our tongues was clouding my reason.
And even then, Lete clung to the back of my neck, leaning in for more.
"Hey, Lete. Snap out of it—"
"Mmmph."
Fuck me.
No stopping her. The second I opened my mouth to protest, her tongue darted in like a ghost.
At this rate, I couldn't do a damn thing—
"..."
I froze my brain for a second and thought.
...Was there really no way out?
Just push her off.
I wasn't weaker than Lete, and even if her divine power strengthened her, I could counter with mine.
Plus, she was the intruder here, barging into my quarters uninvited.
Subdue her by force, report it to the Sun Church, and it'd be over. If I truly saw this as just "trespassing."
...So why wasn't I doing that?
I was genuinely flustered, plunged into confusion. The reason? I couldn't even fake ignorance.
How could I not know? It was simple: lust.
Plain and simple, I wasn't the only one tempted to let reason slip.
My body was reacting to her sudden advances. My dick was already rock-hard, straining against my pants.
"Guh..."
I wanted to pull it out. Shove it toward the woman on top of me and make her take it inside.
Then fill her up with my hot load. The urge surged.
I'm losing it. My mind's going. And somehow, she sensed it—her pale hand reached out.
...Reached out?
Where to?
"...?! Hey, wait!"
No time to stop her. Her slender fingers brushed my waistband despite my frantic protests. Hit it dead-on. My crotch.
Lightning struck my brain for an instant. White-hot pleasure numbed my vision.
Crazy... fuck...
From just that? Even I couldn't hide my shock. No stroking, no rubbing, not even skin-on-skin.
Just a simple touch through fabric.
Feeling this much from that? It was abnormal.
Insanely so.
"...Hah, hah..."
Luckily? I wasn't the only one noticing the weirdness.
Lete's face flushed deeper as she started rubbing her thighs together.
Grinding her crotch outright against my left knee.
"This... feels weird..."
She whimpered in a voice melted by desire, squeezing her eyes shut then open.
Like riding a horse, she masturbated against my knee, faster and rougher by the second.
What the...?
That's when I vaguely pinpointed the oddity. A change in the divine power flowing through my body.
Softer, colder, sharper than my own.
Like embodying the moon itself.
Moon? Oh.
Connecting the dots led to one conclusion. This divine power flowing in me? It wasn't mine.
Or more precisely... something "else" had mixed into mine.
A female priest's yin energy.
...Lete's divine power.
I'd heard whispers about it. When male and female priests consensually mix divine power—or bodies—they feel this eerie thrill.
But weird. We hadn't even undressed, let alone penetrated?
No way.
The hunch hit instantly.
The kiss. Lip-lock. Saliva swap.
Apparently, that alone enabled "contact" of divine power.
My knowledge grew, but joy? Not really.
Pop, pop—
Because Lete was unbuttoning her top. One by one, revealing pale skin as her guard dropped.
I swallowed dryly on instinct, looking up at her.
Still pinned beneath her. No resistance, no pushing. No sign of active refusal.
"...Evan."
Lete's pinkish lips parted. A strand of her peach-blonde hair stuck to them, slick with our mixed saliva.
...Stoking my filthy lust. Hard.
"Let's do it. Come on. Please?"
"...Th-this is."
"Let's do it. If I fail this trial... I'm screwed. No more Saintess Candidate. You gonna look me in the face after?"
Her tongue slurred now. Casual speech that clashed with her usual haughty vibe.
Every bit made my crotch throb.
So this is Lete drunk. Gotta keep this secret until we cut ties. At least to pretend I can handle it.
Lete Heresia—face scrunched, eyes glazed.
She gripped my hand tight and finally shed her top, her shirt.
Her bare upper body bounced free—not small at all. Plump and perky.
My reason frayed. Can't hold out long. My eyes locked on her flesh ages ago.
Swish...
She lowered like a cat, agile, meeting my gaze.
Her soft breasts pressed my chest; silken hair tickled my cheek.
This... this made it.
Really, no more...
"...Fuck."
Holding back hurt. Badly.
My mental limit hit.
"...!"
I reached out, pushed her shoulder. Her eyes widened, but this wasn't rejection.
Quite the opposite. In my peripheral, her tear mole caught my eye.
That cute black dot under her bluish irises.
Sounds weird, but right then? Pure sex.
"Hah?!"
I sat up, pressed my lips to hers. Parted them, slipped my tongue in.
Deep, deeper, sticky and thorough.
"Pfhaa...!"
Like holding her breath forever, Lete exhaled as the kiss broke. Coughed lightly, wiped her lips.
Her lust-glazed eyes crescented, melting.
I smirked up at her.
No more holding back.
"You started this."
"..."
"Don't whine later. Your virginity. No returns."
Lete's lips twitched silently. I grabbed her skirt.
No hesitation, flipped it up to check.
Squelch...
Her panties, thighs—her whole lower half drenched in sticky fluid.
I knew what it was.
Her juices. She was ready for my cock.