Seriel's Lewd Temptations
Having satisfactorily pumped hot medicine deep into Seriel's anus, Han Jin-seong threw himself into tending to the patients with perfect composure, as if nothing at all had happened. Once the paladin left and the break time ended, the atmosphere inside the tent seemed to return to its previous serenity on the surface. But the air flowing between the two of them had subtly... definitely changed.
Growing hooked on the fun of wielding holy power while focusing on treatments, Han Jin-seong suddenly turned at the persistent gaze prickling the back of his neck. A quick glance—
"…!"
The saintess, catching his eye, startled like a thief caught red-handed and hurriedly turned away, pretending to focus on the patient in front of her.
"There, you should be fine now. You might feel a bit dizzy, so take it slow getting up."
Seriel had draped a thick cloak over her shoulders to hide her bloated, swollen belly. The pose looked a bit unnatural, but the patients were too overwhelmed by her violently heaving breasts and sacred beauty to notice such a minor detail.
What the hell.
After that anal pussy massage and the medicine injection via the massage rod, he'd definitely noticed her sneaking peeks at him far more often. It wasn't just idle curiosity... more like something sticky... heavy... slimy...
Ehh, probably just my imagination.
He brushed it off without much thought.
'Huu...'
As his gaze moved away, the saintess let out a sigh laced with both relief and regret. Then she began stealing glances again at his broad back and sturdy shoulders—the man who had just filled her deepest depths.
"......♥"
What now floated on her face was no longer the pure, benevolent smile of a chaste saintess. It was the fluttering, lewd grin of a girl freshly smitten, brimming with filthy desire for a stud.
Every time she looked at him, the thick 'medicine' packed in her belly sloshed around, warming her womb with a scorching heat that quickly set her lower abdomen ablaze.
"Haa... ♥"
Seriel tenderly stroked her bulging belly under the cloak. It's full of him inside here. Just that fact alone filled her with a melting pleasure and possessive urge surging through her body.
I want more. This man, this stud. I want to make him completely mine.
It was the historic moment when, in all the days since becoming a saintess, she first harbored a desire worthy of the name.
……
Afternoon clinic hours.
Seriel kept stealing glances at him between tending to patients. Whenever their eyes met by chance, she'd flush and whip her head away in surprise, only to inevitably sneak another peek moments later.
Just looking at him made her heart pound wildly... a teasing happiness that tingled all the way to her anus. It felt impossible not to do it.
And whenever the semen filling her belly sloshed, a naughty sensation spread from her womb through her whole body, forcing her to swallow hard several times to suppress it.
As time passed... her thirst, no longer quenched by mere glances, drove her to muster some dark courage and take action.
Once awakened to desire, the saintess had grown startlingly bold, even to herself.
The moment Han Jin-seong leaned down to closely examine a patient's wound, she slipped behind him like she'd been waiting.
"Priest, let me help you... ♥"
"Pardon?"
Squish—♥
Without waiting for a reply, she pressed right up against his back, hugging him tight. Through the thin fabric of her saintess robes, her massive, soft tits squashed violently against his rock-hard back.
Feeling that sensation, Seriel's breath grew ragged... but she couldn't stop.
Damn it ♥ Come on ♥
Using the excuse of helping, the saintess rubbed her breasts even more blatantly. Her stiff, protruding nipples scraped and pressed against his back, drawing unwitting aroused moans and sweet sighs from her lips.
"Haa... ♥"
Sensing the violent mass pressing from behind, Han Jin-seong wore a puzzled expression—which she peeked at over his shoulder, reveling in the thrill.
Seriel had always seen her own enormous lumps of flesh as nothing but a hindrance. There had even been times when men's lecherous stares filled her with disgust.
Of course, now she understood that men were just pitiful creatures doomed to react that way, so it didn't stir much emotion anymore.
But now... it felt like an incredible blessing that she could seduce him with these magnificent weapons, her tits.
At least, she'd never met a man who disliked big breasts like hers.
This was just the beginning of the saintess's advances.
Moments later, as an herb vial rolled across the floor with a clatter and Han Jin-seong looked that way, there stood Seriel.
Clearly aware he was watching, she bent at the waist very slowly... putting on a show.
Her hidden, plump, luscious ass came fully into view. The saintess robes stretched taut, outlining her pussy lips perfectly, the spot where she'd just taken his cock twitching visibly.
Pretending to pick up the vial, she swayed her hips side to side—♥ like a fox wagging its tail... shaking her ass seductively and boldly, desperately hoping he'd stare at it.
……
Rubbing her tits against his back and flaunting her ass like that still wasn't enough for her, it seemed.
This time, using the excuse of fetching the herb basket beside his seated form, she sidled up naturally.
"Excuse me just a moment... Priest... ♥?"
And as if to steady herself... she reached out, using his thigh as a support.
But her hand didn't aim for his thigh.
Grab—
Too precise for a mistake, the saintess's hand seized the heavy bulge nestled between his legs.
Through the priest robes' pants, the rigid feel of that 'massage rod' that had just filled her belly flooded her palm.
Without thinking, she gripped tighter, kneading it repeatedly to gauge its size and heat.
It's so big... ♥ Ahh... ♥ This was... in my hole... ♥
As Han Jin-seong twitched at the stimulation, she finally yanked her hand away with feigned shock.
"Ah! S-s-sorry, Priest! I just... slipped... Truly sorry... ♥!"
"Ah, haha. It's fine, Saintess. These things happen. You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
Her face flushed beet red as she stammered apologies, looking for all the world like an innocent slip-up.
But with her head bowed to avoid his eyes, a lewd smile of thrill and satisfaction curled her lips.
……
Despite the saintess's relentless teasing all afternoon, Han Jin-seong showed no particular reaction.
That only made Seriel burn with frustration.
When the last patient remained in the clinic, she seized the chance without hesitation.
Quickly finishing treatment on her charge and sending them off, she approached Han Jin-seong, who was tending to the final one.
Standing before him as he sat inspecting the wound.
"Ah, Priest. Let me take care of this one... ♥ Why don't you rest a bit."
She flashed him a pitiful smile, then bent deeply at the waist under the pretense of checking the injury.
Like before, her cloak rode up, exposing that perky ass and its vulgar curves once more.
But this time, it wasn't mere enticement to peek.
Seriel brazenly thrust her ass right up to his seated face—close enough that his nose nearly brushed it.
Twitch—♥ Sway—♥
"......♥"
Maintaining that razor-edge distance, the saintess shook her slutty, lewd ass as if utterly oblivious.
"Does it hurt here? Don't worry. See... all better now? Hehe. This is a powder I mixed from herbs. Take it twice a day, morning and night, mixed with water."
"Y-yes! Thank you, Saintess—!"
Up front, she beamed with benevolent concern for the patient. But behind, her massive ass wiggled desperately to tempt the stud.
Drenched in that depraved thrill, Seriel felt herself on the verge of climax.
Yet separately, her hand trembled faintly as she handed over the medicine.
Please... please react to my temptation, Priest. Accept this slutty, horny ass of mine.
Through the thin fabric, the sloshing semen in her belly mingled with the sensation... and from her already soaked pussy, sticky honey-like juices trickled down her thighs.