Seriel's Slime Anal Submission
Obviously... this slime massage would feel just as good as the clit-flick massage. It had to be. Gulp—Seriel swallowed the dry saliva pooling in her mouth and hesitated.
"...Is that... really... just a massage...? Isn't there... any other way...?"
Her voice trembled faintly. Tears welled up in her eyes from the surging fear and shame.
"Of course it is, Saintess. Yesterday, didn't you feel so good from the massage I gave you? It'll be the same this time. For it to be a proper massage, the recipient has to enjoy it... and this one is no exception."
The priest's voice seeped into her ears, sounding strangely trustworthy, and before she knew it, she felt herself being drawn in bit by bit. She recalled last night's massage under his touch... the dizzying pleasure that made her whole body melt, the haze in her mind, the uncontrollable heat building in her lower belly. Just thinking about it reignited that warm sensation rising from her core. And then the memory flashed by—of rubbing her thighs together all night, unable to bear the aching need, finally clamping a pillow between her legs and grinding against it in lewd masturbation.
All of it came flooding back in an instant, flushing her cheeks red. Yes, his massages felt incredible. So good that they made her forget her duties as a saintess... addictive, even. They might seem deviant and immoral, defying common sense, but in the end, they delivered the ultimate pleasure and comfort.
His confident voice melted away the last of her psychological resistance. Why had she resisted so fiercely just moments ago? She'd doubted and denied the priest's profound intentions once more. She'd begged for forgiveness only minutes earlier, yet here she was repeating the same mistake. A deep self-loathing washed over her for her shallow, petty heart.
"Ah... aaah...."
She couldn't string together any more words, just letting out a small sigh as she bowed her head.
How can I call myself a saintess like this...? Distrusting someone's kindness so easily, suspecting their goodwill, twisting their good intentions...
Her eyes burned with profound regret. Seriel reflected on herself and opened her mouth with a truly apologetic expression toward him.
"...I'm sorry, Priest. Once again... I was foolish. Please... punish my ignorance...."
The saintess clutched the hem of her pristine saintess robe with trembling hands. The idea of inserting slime into her anus was still terrifying and shamefully embarrassing just to imagine. But that paled against her guilt toward the priest and her firm resolve to follow his will. His massages were always right. So this one would be too.
"Then... I entrust it to you, Priest. Please, give me that s... slime anal massage...."
With her face burning, the saintess said it, clutching her feverish cheeks as she looked at him. At her words—practically a declaration of complete surrender—Han Jin-seong inwardly shouted Nice! and flashed a calm smile. He gently stroked her head as she gazed at him with a resolute expression.
"You've made the wise choice. I knew you'd pick the right path, Saintess. That pure faith and attitude is exactly what the Light Goddess loves most."
Her damp eyes, cheeks flushed with shame and anticipation, lips quivering faintly—everything fueled Han Jin-seong's conquest lust. He continued stroking her head warmly, praising her like a commendable child.
"Alright, shall we begin the massage? Come here and lie face-down on the bed. And... roll up your saintess robe to bare your sincerity completely, and take off your underwear. The slime can't massage your body properly if it's in the way."
His instructions were concise and clear. His utterly matter-of-fact attitude left no room for resistance. Lie face-down on the bed, strip off her underwear, expose her ass. Just repeating it in her mind brought a crushing wave of shame, blood rushing to her face. But she'd already resolved to trust him and receive the massage.
The saintess nodded silently and staggered toward the bed in the corner of the room.
"Nngh...."
After a brief hesitation, she carefully lay face-down on the bed as if she'd steeled herself. The cool sheets pressed against her bare skin. With trembling hands, she rolled up the lower hem of her saintess robe to her waist. Then she reached for her last bastion, her panties.
Her fingers shook so badly they barely moved. After several hesitations, she squeezed her eyes shut and yanked the panties down, tossing them aside.
"Nngh...!"
Seriel's pale, plump ass was exposed defenselessly under the room's light. The most precious, intimate part she'd never shown anyone. At its center, her light pink anus was brazenly revealed. She pulled the pillow in front of her and buried her face deep in it. She felt his gaze from behind—too shameful to endure without this.
*Thud, thud*
Soon, his footsteps approached the bedside. *Click*—the lid of the transparent container opened. *Squish*—something slick writhed.
Seriel held her breath, tensing her body rigid. Soon, that monster... the slime... would enter her most shameful hole.
*Swoosh*—something cold touched the top of her ass crack, right at the base of her tailbone. It wasn't the slime. It was firm and rough... the priest's finger.
"Eek...?!"
The saintess flinched in shock despite herself. His finger trailed slowly and softly down her ass crack.
"P-Priest... w-wait a moment...! I-I'm not mentally prepared yet... hnngh!"
Ignoring her plea, Han Jin-seong's finger reached its destination—the wrinkles around her anus. It began circling her tightly clenched shithole with delicate caresses.
"Nnghh...!"
At the unexpected stimulation, Seriel stifled a moan into the pillow. The filthy hole she considered the dirtiest part of her body reacted like a sensitive erogenous zone the moment his touch arrived.
"Alright, Saintess. I'm dropping the slime now. Don't be startled."
The moment his voice ended, something slick and cold *dripped* down her ass crack, right over the spot his finger had been—onto her anus.
"Hiiiik...♥!"
A bizarre texture, neither solid nor liquid. Squishy like jelly yet flowing like water. Seriel let out a lewd scream muffled into the pillow.
His "don't be startled" did nothing to help. The cold, sticky foreign sensation sliding down her crack, grazing her most sensitive depths, unleashed unimaginable disgust and revulsion.
Her body hair stood on end with goosebumps as her ass twitched and her hips bucked.
*Squelch, squelch*—the slime soon coated her entire ass. Her milky cheeks were blanketed in pink slime, and through the transparent goo, the wrinkles of her anus and pussy lips looked utterly obscene. *Wriggle, wriggle*—
"N-No... no...! D-Don't...! Ah, no... hnngh, huaaang♥"
The slime wriggled diligently over her sealed anus. Whether she twisted or not, it didn't matter to the slime. The pink fluid began concentrating near her anus, wriggling intently. Bred for this exact purpose from the start, its goal was predetermined.
"Hngkk...♥?!"
Like it had a will of its own, the slime slowly pried into her anus, bit by bit. And in that instant, Seriel felt a sensation utterly unlike disgust or shame spread from her rear hole through her entire body.
The slimy texture forcing its way through the narrow entrance, an otherworldly stimulation tickling and pressing the soft walls of her passage—something she'd never felt before. An unbearable itch, relieved by the cool slide of the invading slime.
"Haaah...! Nn... hnn, nn...! It's... coming in... it's entering... huaaang♥ So weird... it feels... hnngh, so strange...! Aaah...♥"
Her ass trembled faintly, twitching as if rejecting yet welcoming the slime's intrusion. The pillow buried under her face soaked with her tears, snot, and drool.
Hngg...! It's going deeper inside...!
This depraved act of the slime exploring her deepest, most impure place was driving her body into dizzying arousal.