The Special Massage Rod
"Saintess, to continue the massage, could you please turn over onto your back?"
The priest's voice requesting her to turn over echoed even more deeply in the darkness shrouded by the blindfold. Seriel's body froze for a moment. Hesitation, instinctive shame. Lying face down had been tolerable since her back was to him, but turning over meant... exposing her most vulnerable and sensitive front completely bare. Her voluptuous breasts, soft belly, and the secret place below it—all of it.
Even with her eyes covered, just imagining his gaze raking over her body made her heart pound wildly, a heat spreading through her lower abdomen.
"Ah...♥"
But the hesitation didn't last long. It felt like the priest's... command disguised as a request. Something absolutely necessary for the massage. Something she had to obey to relieve her fatigue. A natural procedure the priest demanded to massage her more effectively. Seriel scolded herself that she couldn't let mere shyness or shame disrupt this pleasurable act.
Without a word, she began moving her body very slowly, infusing the motion with obedience. Like a shy girl, with bashful, hesitant gestures, that brief moment of flipping over on the sofa felt eternal.
Swish—
"Hngh...♥"
As the thin saintess robe slid against her skin with the movement, especially brushing her hypersensitive nipples and clitoris, she let out a small moan without realizing it. And just like that, she successfully lay flat on her back against the sofa.
In the darkness, Seriel didn't know where to place her hands. They fidgeted over her breasts before falling limply to her sides. She pressed her legs together as tightly as possible, but the lingering pleasure made her thighs quiver faintly, threatening to part and reveal the gap. The drenched panties clung wetly to her pussy, the slick sensation felt from within, and the saintess bit her lip in delicious shame.
"Priest... is lying like this... okay...?"
"Yes. You've done well."
Under the blindfold, her long eyelashes trembled faintly. She could almost feel the unseen man's lecherous gaze obsessively scanning the plump contours of her breasts outlined over the soft saintess robe, her slightly swollen lower belly, and the secret spot between her legs. Like a dog rolling over to bare its belly to its master, or a slutty bitch begging to be touched.
No matter how she phrased it, the pose fit perfectly, and the saintess grew slowly aroused imagining where and how the priest would massage her body next, anticipation building.
"...It's so... embarrassing. Even if it's unavoidable for the massage... it feels like... sinning against God...."
Her voice was nearly on the verge of tears. Contrary to her words about feeling like a sin, her lewd body reeked of horny female musk, as if craving that very sin.
"Haha, sin? Saintess. How could receiving a massage be a sin?"
Han Jin-seong said this as he gazed at her voluptuous breasts. Up close like this, they were overwhelmingly massive, incomparable to any bitch he'd seen before. With each breath, the heavy flesh rose and fell, subtly jiggling, while her waist supporting that weight was so slender it looked like it might snap at any moment. And with his vast experience and sharp instincts, he realized she wasn't wearing a bra.
Even so, the outline of her nipples should have been visible through the thin fabric, but it wasn't....
Nipple patches, huh. Nice.
Han Jin-seong felt even hornier. The prim fabric of the saintess robe couldn't fully contain the massive heft of her tits, stretched taut like it might burst any second. Clearly too big for one hand to cup fully. And above all....
Paizuri hole? Can't pass that up.
A gaping hole right below the chest area of the saintess robe, as if forcibly containing her breasts. Beneath it, a cleavage chasm of unknown depth.
If you see this and don't use it, you're not a man.
Han Jin-seong straddled her belly, unzipped his pants, and shoved his rock-hard cock pillar straight into her paizuri hole.
Meanwhile, the saintess felt reassured by the priest's gentle laughter and words denying it was a sin, even in the unseen darkness. Right, this wasn't a sin. It was just... a massage.
The very moment Seriel relaxed and let the tension drain from her body, an utterly unexpected sensation overwhelmed her.
Squish—
"Eek!?"
A cute, shrill voice unbefitting a saintess burst out. The heavy weight pressing down on her belly meant the priest had mounted her, adding his body weight. Shocking enough already, but then came the astonishing foreign object sensation on top of it.
Between the holes in the lower chest of the saintess robe—decorative openings for air circulation to prevent sweat buildup. Something hot, hard, and thick like a pillar wedged between her exposed bare cleavage skin.
Seriel's red eyes, hidden by the blindfold, widened in shock and trembled finely.
W-what is this...?
Too big and hot for a finger. Pulsing slowly like a living creature, the heavy presence buried between her breast flesh turned her mind blank.
"Saintess, this is a very special massage rod."
Massage... rod...?
The priest's calm voice flowed into her confused ears.
Rod. A tool for massage. But a massage rod this hot, hard, and even throbbing with a pulse...? Her common sense couldn't comprehend it.
But if the priest said so... it must be. Seriel desperately steadied her bewildered mind.
"M-massage... rod...? P-priest...! Is this... really a rod...?"
Her body trembled slightly as she asked. Each time the thing called a rod shifted, her massive breasts squished and enveloped it. The unfamiliar, somehow erotic texture directly against her bare skin made her head spin.
"Ah, aaah...♥ It's... too big... Priest.... And... so hot...! How can you... massage with... something like this... ngh...♥!"
Seriel gripped the sofa sheets with both hands, twisting her body. The hard massage rod buried in her cleavage twitched largely in time with her heartbeat, the vibrations rippling through her entire breasts and reaching deep into her womb. Her already soaked panties flooded once more with a gush of pussy juice.
Han Jin-seong looked down at the saintess's face and spouted more bullshit.
"Saintess. This massage rod contains... a very rare drug that's excellent for skin beauty and great for the body. So special that the way to extract it is unique."
He paused a beat, then continued.
"Saintess, could you please press the sides of your breasts together toward the center with both hands? The harder you press, the better. That's the only way to make the drug come out from this special massage rod."
A rare drug good for skin and health. The priest's explanation plunged the already confused saintess's mind deeper into a maze. Such a hard, hot pillar producing a rare drug...? Hard to believe.
But his kind heart willingly offering such a treasure to her felt truly grateful.
"Th-thank you... Priest... ngh...♥"
Press her breasts together hard with both hands. The priest's instructions were specific and simple. No reason to hesitate when he was giving her something precious.
Seriel released her grip on the sofa sheets, bringing her trembling hands to the sides of her breasts. Feeling her own plump flesh through the thin saintess robe. She took a deep breath, then as instructed, squeezed her tits toward the center with all her might.
"Hngh...♥!"
Squuuuish—♥
Her breasts forcibly gathered by both hands formed an even more stimulating valley, crushing the trapped massage rod from all sides. The thick, hard rod was now squeezed tight between the saintess's soft tit mound, not a sliver of space left.
Overwhelmed by the rod's intense heat, Seriel bucked her body and let out a lewd moan.
"P-priest...! Like this... ngh... is this... right...?"
The saintess exhaled sweet, heated breaths toward the unseen Han Jin-seong beyond the blindfold, asking. Recalling his words that harder was better, she put even more force into her arms. Her massive tits crushed as if about to burst, the obscene sensation feeling like sweet honey, making saliva pool in her mouth.