Squishy Grip ♥
“Hng…♥”
At the gentle caress fondling her asshole so lewdly, the saintess let out a happy moan without realizing it. Like a cat frolicking on its owner's lap, begging for more pets, she rubbed her plump ass against his firm thighs, acting all spoiled.
Seriel now had a bit of an idea how to capture a man's gaze, fill it with lust, and make him want to pounce on her.
"Cool? You mean me? Ha... what about me caught your eye?"
He looked genuinely surprised, slowly stroking and kneading her ass this time... savoring the soft, overflowing flesh that filled his hand so perfectly. She let out a soft moan of pleasure at his touch, then opened her mouth in a thrilled voice to answer.
“Th-that’s…♥”
She pondered sweetly what to say to stoke his desire even more, when suddenly she noticed his other hand was idle—not the one on her ass.
“I mean…♥”
Her hesitation was brief. The saintess gently grabbed his free hand and guided it to her massive, soft breasts, making him grip them tight.
Squish-♥
“Kyaaang♥!”
The sensation of her tits being squashed like they might burst in his hand, through the thin fabric of her saintess robes. Feeling her pussy soak with the lewd nectar her womb squeezed out in ecstasy... she overlaid her hand on his, kneading her breasts even harder. This chest that men had leered at, gulping down their saliva—now it was okay for the priest to play with it however he wanted. With an expression blooming in devoted piety mixed with utter vulgarity, she offered her body to him.
"This part...♥ Your big, strong hands... groping my body like this... you're so cool...♥ Hnng…♥ And... and, accepting all of me... everything...♥"
Like a shy virgin confessing her first love, Seriel expressed her earnest feelings, using his hand to pinch and twist her nipples.
“Hnguk♥?!”
Every time her stiff, erect nipples were crushed between his fingers, the saintess twisted her waist and let out ecstatic moans.
"Oh ho, is that so? You're quite the spoiled little thing, aren't you, Saintess?"
Han Jin-seong pushed aside her hand covering his and gripped her tits fully with his own will.
Squish-♥
“Kyaaht♥! P-Priest…♥!”
A grip far rougher than before. Like he was trying to crush ripe fruit in his fist, his hand seized her bountiful breasts on the verge of bursting and mauled them wildly. Her saintess robes crumpled pitifully over her chest, while the hand on her ass delved back in, relentlessly teasing her asshole over her panties. Sandwiched by pleasure from above and below, her mind spun dizzily as she barely managed a reply.
“Y-Yes...♥ I'm... a spoiled brat...! Hngg♥”
For her, always forced to maintain dignity for her worshippers' awe, elegance and grace in every move—this man's presence, letting her bare it all and act spoiled, was fatally intoxicating. He accepted everything. Her filthy desires, her shameful mistakes, even her vulgar whims.
"Make me... spoil me more...♥ Priest...♥ This slutty chest... this lewd ass... it's all yours...♥ Do whatever... hnng… aaang♥!"
Here, she didn't have to hold back. No decrepit old cardinals nitpicking her every move, no devotees assigning meaning to her actions and judging freely. And right before her eyes was someone who saw her as she truly was.
She'd once suspected he might be the cardinals' lackey, but not anymore. A man protecting her like this, accepting everything so tenderly... he couldn't be.
For someone who'd lived her whole life in repression, taking it as normal, the pleasure and liberation Han Jin-seong gave her now was indescribably sweet... addictive.
Squelch…♥ Squelch…♥
“Haaang…♥ Priest…♥ Keep touching me…♥ Aang♥”
His brutal kneading of her tits. His fingers relentlessly prodding her shithole over her soaked panties. Surrendering her body to those twin intense stimulations, the saintess didn't want to think anymore.
Ignoring the embarrassing squelching from her wet panties, she bucked her ass in time with his fingers. Deeper, come further inside.
"Haa... ahng…♥! So good...♥ So, so good…♥ Your fingers feel amazing…♥ Ahng…♥!"
Seriel babbled in a babyish lisp like she was coquettishly whining, spilling lewd cries. When he crushed her tits to pulp, she moaned vulgarly in delight; when his fingers plunged deep into her asshole through her panties, her waist shivered as she screamed in pleasure.
Suddenly, Han Jin-seong stopped all the caressing and whispered quietly into the ear of the saintess, who was leaning on his chest, whimpering lewdly.
“Saintess. Looks like the massage rod is full of medicine... what do you say?”
Massage rod... medicine... Seriel already knew what those words meant—from experience.
Aah... Priest's hot massage rod...♥
The saintess slowly lifted her head. Her eyes, soaked and slack with pleasure, burned with vulgar craving for the massage rod. She moved her face from his chest to his neck, breathing sweetly as she whispered in his ear like a secret wish.
"...Give it to me...♥”
Seriel felt no more shame. She faced her filthy desires and vulgarity head-on. Nestled in the priest's arms, she ground her ass against his firm thighs like a lewd rub... acting spoiled.
“Your... medicine... all of it... give it to me...♥ Fill me up inside...♥"
Her asshole, already drenched in pussy juice, twitched in anticipation of receiving the massage rod.
"Where will you put it this time...♥? Here...♥? Or... here...♥?"
Boldly, the saintess gripped one of her own tits with a hand while slapping her ass with the other, urging him to choose.
Anywhere was fine. Wherever the priest wanted, she'd gladly take it.
“Hmm... how about your mouth, Saintess?”
Not her tits, not her ass... her mouth. Seriel's eyes went wide in momentary shock at the unexpected suggestion.
A new way to serve she hadn't imagined. But only for a moment—soon, an even lewder, happier smile bloomed on her face.
“Yes♥”
A short but unequivocal yes. The saintess nodded slightly and, without hesitation, slid off his lap to kneel before him.
Her trembling hands fumbled with his pants zipper, pulling it down. A thick male musk hit her along with the heat... and his massive, imposing massage rod revealed itself.
"Ahh...♥"
At the huge real thing before her eyes, Seriel unwittingly moaned in awe and swallowed hard.
This was what had just toyed with her asshole so mercilessly. She leaned in closer, slowly reaching out to carefully wrap her hand around his hot, rock-hard massage rod.
The pulse in her grip, the overwhelming size she couldn't fully encircle with one hand.
This... went in there...♥ No way...♥
Savoring the feel, she squeezed tight, then slowly brought her face closer. The thick male pheromones invaded her nostrils, numbing her senses.
“Haa…♥”
As if no one had taught her, like praying devoutly to god, Seriel cupped his cock reverently with both hands... and planted a soft kiss on the tip.
Smack-♥
Then, ever so carefully, she stuck out her tongue... and licked the thick precum beading at the glans.
Lick-♥
The sticky precum touched her tongue, and her red eyes quivered with electric pleasure.
It's delicious...♥!
Sweeter and tastier than anything she'd ever had.
“Haaah…♥”
Seriel stretched her small, dainty mouth as wide as it could go and engulfed his glans in one go.
Hot, somehow spongy yet firm meat filled her mouth completely.
“Mmmph♥ Slurp-♥ Churp-♥”
Clumsy but earnest, she worked her tongue, lapping at the slit on his glans tip and sucking on the engulfed head with wet pops-♥.
Watching Seriel with a smile from above, Han Jin-seong thought...
Oh shit, the hypnosis wore off?
He was certain the hypnosis he'd cast on her had broken. Why else would she... he'd only said the massage rod was full of medicine, never specified where, yet she'd smiled lewdly like she knew all along and reached straight for his cock.
Meaning she'd known from the start that the massage rod was his dick.
Hypnosis gone, but instead of attacking me, she's sucking me off...?
...Fuck yeah? He didn't know or care how it happened—with his mindset of enjoying whatever came his way, it was all good.
Whew, she's insanely cute.
Looking at her cheeks hollowing out from sucking his glans so hard, he grinned in satisfaction and gently stroked her head—like praising a good puppy.
Yet Seriel only seemed happier, smiling cutely around his cock while vigorously swirling her tongue inside her mouth on it.