The Saintess's Ass-Patting Bet
“Saintess. Let's go.”
“……Yes♥”
Having tidied herself up somewhat, the saintess draped the thick cloak over her shoulders again to hide her bulging belly. Now, unless someone looked very closely, she could somewhat conceal the swell.
Seriel followed his lead as he opened the door and stepped out of the clinic. The sun was setting, darkness slowly descending outside, while a few holy knights and devotees bustled about, tidying up the area.
“Eut…♥”
At the saintess's appearance, gazes converged on her. Caught off guard by the sudden attention, she instinctively shrank back a little. The lewd acts from moments ago inside the clinic still lingered in her mind, leaving her nervously wondering if anyone would notice.
Just then, a holy knight approached them and bowed politely.
“Saintess. Are you ready to head back?”
At the knight's question, she broke out in a cold sweat but forced a calm smile.
“Y-yes. All done.”
“Understood. The remaining patients aren't in critical condition, so I've told them to return tomorrow.”
It was right then.
As she nodded to the knight's words, his large hand slipped behind her from under the cloak, grabbing her massive ass with a firm squeeze.
Her body jolted at the unexpected molestation.
“Th-thank you… eut…♥”
“...?”
A lewd moan slipped out unwittingly. The knight gave her a puzzled look for a moment but soon dismissed it as nothing and turned to walk away.
Only after the knight was gone did she let out a sigh of relief and burrow into his embrace. Gazing up at him with a cute mix of surprise and arousal from moments ago, she scolded him.
“Really… Father. Grabbing my ass so suddenly like that… it startled me…♥ And there were people watching…♥”
Her scolding tone carried more lingering pleasure and thrilling excitement than any real reproach.
Leaning against his sturdy chest, Seriel felt his hand still kneading her ass and smiled happily.
“...Do you like my ass that much?”
Blushing shyly as she asked in a demure voice, he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Of course. Any man who doesn't crave Saintess's slutty ass and those massive tits simply doesn't exist—I'd stake my life on it.”
“─♥!!”
Slutty ass, massive tits. Her face flushed crimson at the crude, explicit words from Han Jin-seong's mouth. She glanced around nervously, wondering if anyone nearby had overheard, but luckily, it seemed not.
“F-Father, honestly…♥”
Seriel ducked her head, overwhelmed with joy and embarrassment, pressing her forehead against his firm chest. Her face burned so hot it felt like steam might rise from it.
Under the cloak, his hand continued freely groping one cheek. Ignoring the surrounding eyes with such bold caresses, the saintess's ass twitched as she whispered in a trembling voice.
“D-do you like it that much…? My ass and… tits… haa…♥ I'm so glad they please you, Father…♥”
Seriel looked up at him. Her red eyes, moist with affection for him and the faint pleasurable tingles from her ass, sparkled shyly.
As if repaying his touch, she rose on tiptoes and brought her lips to his ear. In a tiny voice no one else could hear—like a secret, intimate promise—she whispered bashfully.
“Later… when we're alone, you can touch this ass and these tits all you want…♥ So for now… please hold back. Okay…♥?”
Her heated breath tickled his ear. But contrary to her words, she lewdly wiggled her captured ass, as if begging for more—as if seducing him subtly.
Seeing her deny it verbally while her slutty ass shamelessly demanded more, Han Jin-seong chuckled.
“Saintess. Let's make a bet right now.”
“...A bet?”
She tilted her head at his sudden proposal.
“Simple. When I… pat your ass like this.”
Pat-pat—
“Eut…♥!”
“Lightly tap it, you expel all that medicine packed deep in your shithole—like taking a dump. Anytime, anywhere, the instant I pat it.”
Her mind went blank at his shocking proposal. Pat her ass, and on that signal… expel the thick load of Father's medicine from inside… like shitting? Anytime, anywhere?
“...!”
Seriel stared up at him blankly, her face burning red. Her eyes trembled violently.
Before even her dignity as a saintess, a woman's shame surged over her like a tidal wave. In front of crowds, on the street, inside a building, or even mid-prayer to the gods… if he patted her ass, she'd have to soil her panties right there, excreting his semen.
Impossible. She absolutely couldn't do it. This was utterly unthinkable.
Her reason screamed as much.
But… meeting his eyes melted away all rational thought and resistance. That playful glint mixed with an irresistible possessiveness. The reason for such a horrific, lewd command was surely to make her utterly his.
Seriel sensed it instinctively. She'd felt the exact same watching his back as he tended patients earlier—known the same emotions… so she understood.
Knowing Father harbored the same feelings toward her was bliss beyond measure, making her pussy and asshole itch, desperate to show him and beg for his touch right then.
“……♥”
After long hesitation, she lowered her trembling gaze and gave a tiny nod. Her voice wouldn't come, so all she could do was bob her head in meek submission.
Her cheeks bloomed with a deep flush of shame and joy.
“...Yes…♥”
In the tiniest voice, she barely managed the affirmative.
“I'll do… as you wish, Father…♥”
Seriel buried her face deeper into his chest. Imagining the humiliating future ahead made her body quiver, but her heart pounded even harder with anticipation. Wondering when and where he'd pat her ass, what place he'd choose to humiliate her in.
“If you manage to expel everything packed in your gut safely before we reach the cathedral, I'll grant you one wish. If you fail… you grant one of mine instead.”
Before reaching the cathedral… one wish… but if she failed, she'd have to grant his.
Seriel's mind raced. Her rectum was still stuffed full of the hot medicine he'd pumped in with the massager. It was no small amount. Plus, her lower belly was bloated to bursting from swallowing his cum moments ago. With her stomach full of semen, the pressure below made it feel like it'd spill out any second.
“Alright! Before we start, let's practice a bit?”
'Practice…?'
No sooner had he said it than his hand reached from behind.
Pat—a light tap over the cloak on her ass, the signal.
“Hik…! Eut♥!”
She instinctively rose on tiptoes, body jerking. Tension gripped her lower belly, sphincter twitching on its own. The thick liquid filling her guts gurgled heavily downward, threatening to force its way past her sphincter.
Splurt—♥
“─♥?!”
In response to the pat, semen from her rectum squirted into her panties with a tiny sound.
The dry fabric grew slick and sticky again. Just that alone sent chills racing over her skin and a dizzying pleasure through her.
“Hng…♥!”
Seriel stomped her feet in flustered panic, face beet red. She frantically checked around, confirmed no one was watching, and finally sighed in relief.
But at the same time, that surprise signal and the sensation of expulsion were so thrilling—her asshole itched, her lower belly burned hot.
She covered her ass with the cloak's hem and glanced back at him bashfully.
“That's how it's done, Saintess. Now, let's go.”
“……Yes♥”
