Chapter 65
Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Mom (2)
The night before, those intense feelings hadn't changed a bit. I still wanted nothing more than to get sexually entangled with Isabel.
Climbing the chaotic inn stairs amid the clamor outside... Isabel stepped into our assigned room a step ahead of me.
With Duke Rayhem dead, there was no longer any need to insist on sharing a single room.
But the inn staff wasn't in any position to help us switch rooms, and besides, neither of us felt the need to split into two now.
"Shall we... head in, then?"
"......"
Naturally, we returned to the very same room we'd left together that morning.
With a click, the door shut behind us, muffling the noise from outside.
Isabel smoothed her disheveled golden hair from the recent ordeal, letting it cascade down her back as she perched on the edge of the bed first.
Sitting gracefully in the center of the sunset-lit room, she looked utterly captivating.
Propping herself up on the bed with a remarkably relaxed demeanor and expression, she flashed me a playful smile.
"What are you waiting for, Evan? Come sit comfortably."
"......Mm."
"Or should we just get started right away? Not like there's any reason to put it off..."
Murmuring that in a leisurely tone, Isabel soon tugged at her top. The bloodstained inquisitor's vestments slipped away, revealing her bare skin.
Perhaps due to the contrast with her outfit, her naked body seemed even more flawlessly white than before.
'...She's beautiful.'
A sight that shook a man's instincts to the core. The visual impact was overwhelmingly intense.
I felt blood rushing to my lower half, embarrassed by the sensation, while Isabel noticed my reaction and curved her lips into a languid smile.
"...Haha, it's standing right up, Evan."
"...No, that's not."
"Don't panic. It's fine."
Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra with a snap and tossed it aside.
Her bare breasts bounced with a soft boing, revealing small, pale pink nipples atop them.
Isabel let out a silent laugh, glancing at me provocatively with her elegantly folded eyes.
"You came in here to do this with me, right? No point acting shy now."
"......"
"Or are you suddenly scared? Hmm? My baby boy."
And those final two syllables pushed me into a grueling trial.
I squeezed my eyes shut. A chill ran down my spine, but my lower half only grew stiffer.
'Baby boy, fuck...'
That utterly deviant term drove me insane. In every sense. It directly stimulated my peripheral nerves, firing off dopamine like fireworks.
It was a terrifying poison. Isabel's casual words made me want to bury my face in those breasts right then and there.
My brain issued a command to forcibly shut down any functions related to dignity, pride, or reputation.
It felt like it was urging me to just melt into her warm embrace like a spoiled child.
'I'm losing my mind.'
I suppressed that desire—not quite a desire—with sheer willpower... and first, steadied my breathing.
To backtrack a bit, I still wanted to hold Isabel.
How could I not? She was Isabel. One of the top beauties in the Church, and now, quite likely the only woman in the Sun Church who remained a virgin.
With Lete and Israfeel having shared their first nights with me, she was truly the last one.
I had the chance to be with her. No reason to refuse, whatever the cause.
But something felt... off. Subtle, in a way. Like in the bathroom the day before, and now, being pushed so one-sidedly.
'...My pride is...'
It was simple logic. But also the most important. I was the man here—could I really let her dominate me like this?
I could yield the lead sometimes, but not now. After all, wasn't I the experienced one, and Isabel the novice?
Naturally, for her first time, it was right for me to guide her as the veteran. I absolutely couldn't succumb to her overwhelming embrace.
Thinking that, I opened my eyes wide. I'd yield when it was time, but not now!
"Want to lie here, Evan?"
"......"
"Good boy, come here."
And just like that, I rested my head on her pristine white thigh. Docilely, obediently.
'...Shit.'
By the time I realized it, it was too late. I'd fallen completely into her lap pillow.
Sweat beading on my forehead, I rolled my eyes, and Isabel's creamy belly came into view.
Toned to a certain degree, yet still soft in that feminine way.
Right below it sat her plump mound. I couldn't help but quake at the intensely erotic—no, breathtaking—sight.
"...When did you... take everything off...?"
"Just now."
"I-Isabel?"
Stammering in bewilderment, I watched as Isabel casually toyed with her hands.
Yanking my pants down without warning, stripping off my underwear in one go.
"Wrong, Evan."
Her bold, unabashed movements soon reached my stiffly erect member.
Then, gazing down at me with a seductive smile, she whispered.
"Not 'Isabel.' Isabel. We promised, remember? Already forgetting?"
"......"
I'd let it slip habitually. I swallowed hard, and Isabel began stroking my length again with her cool, pleasant touch.
"Shall we start with this? I'll make you feel good real quick, Evan."
"Guh...!"
Already aroused, electricity shot through my entire body the instant she touched me.
The moment a woman's hand met my member, my mind flooded with pleasure.
It was inevitable. Yin and yang. Woman and man. For priests of the Sun Church, sexual acts were an inescapable fate.
Slap slap, slap slap slap...
The frustrating part was that handjobs were inevitably one-sided attacks.
Right now, Isabel was only touching me, not being touched.
Of course, the mind-melting pleasure Divine Power users felt during sex... in this state, only I had to endure it alone.
"Evan, your face looks so cute right now..."
Even amid it all, Isabel flushed her cheeks pink and hit me with the most humiliating line.
We hadn't even kissed yet, so she probably couldn't imagine this sensation.
It felt vexing, almost cruel.
Wasn't this a bit unfair?
'...Something. Anything.'
Naturally, my thoughts turned to ways to shatter Isabel's composed attitude.
How could I turn that leisurely expression and condescending smile into one of fluster?
How could I land a solid counter?
"......"
Right then, what caught my eye was Isabel's bare breasts. More precisely... the perky, adorable nipples standing proudly at their centers.
Touching those would definitely stimulate her. Nipples and areolas were classified under a priestess's erogenous zones, after all.
'Even a light brush with my fingertips should be enough to blow away that composure.'
I figured. Carefully lifting my right hand past the arm skillfully working my shaft.
One touch, and I could reverse the situation. Aiming for the moment she'd freeze from her first-ever pleasure—
Grab!
"...!"
"Evan."
It was then. As if she'd read my move from the start, Isabel caught my wrist with her other hand and smiled faintly.
This time, genuine cold sweat trickled down, and she continued looking at me.
"Truth is, I'm not completely clueless about sex. I've never been with a man, but... I've masturbated plenty."
"......"
"My circle's so open-minded, I've seen and heard a lot. Naturally exposed to all sorts of acts."
What was she saying? What was she getting at? I couldn't guess, so I just fluttered my eyelashes in silence.
And Isabel smiled contentedly, as if savoring even that expression of mine.
"So what I'm saying is, I know a few things about men and women, acts and caresses."
"...Y-Yeah?"
"They call this 'paizuri'... handjob, was it? Something like that."
Casually dropping that bombshell, Isabel leaned her upper body down slightly.
Deliberately bringing her breasts closer to my mouth.
My eyes trembled, and Isabel twitched her lips but pressed on.
"Sorry my breasts are so small. But if I lean like this, it should work, right?"
"I-Isabel. Wait, hold on. That..."
"Try calling me 'Mommy' once, Evan."
"...Huh?"
My reflexive attempt to stop her was futile. Before I could, her words cut in, and my mind blanked for a moment.
Isabel brushed her hair behind her ear gracefully, then subtly cradled the back of my head.
Creating the perfect setup for me to reach her breast—
"Ah... What I'm saying is."
She spoke with uncharacteristic firmness, twisting her lips into an ecstatic smile.
"Be a good boy and suck it, Evan."
Emphatically firm.
No—aggressively so.