The Reversed Priest-Parishioner Relationship
Paula caught my shoulder with a meaningful smile.
The distance between us shrank little by little until, inevitably, her breasts pressed flush against mine and squashed flat.
"Don't run away."
"So the way you look at me... you've been looking at me like a lover you're in love with, haven't you?"
"Yes. Did you only just notice?"
"I'd had my suspicions, but..."
Even knowing how I felt in my heart, I couldn't bring myself to answer.
Because there were far too many chasms between her and me.
For one thing, I had never told her about the life I'd lived before I was transmigrated into this world. Once she learned that, her feelings were bound to change.
"I'm not the person you think I am."
"If you say that thing about having killed countless people one more time, I'll seal your mouth with a kiss."
"That's... part of it, but..."
Say it. The truth was bound to come out someday. Better she learned it now, so she wouldn't be hurt worse later.
"I used to be a man."
"I'm sorry?"
"A man who lived in a world different from this one. Ten years before I met you, I was brought to this world for reasons I still don't understand, and from that moment on, I had a woman's body. So, Paula... the me that you love, that person is..."
A fake. You've been deceived by my lies this whole time.
"I'm sorry. It wasn't that I meant to hide it."
"That's a strange thing to say."
But Paula laughed as if my words were absurd.
Was that disbelief? I suppose I'd have done the same. She'd think: If you hate it, say so. Look at all the excuses you have? Something like that, surely.
"Believe me. The way I cherish you is real, and so are the words I'm saying right now."
"I do believe you. Because I've been through something similar."
"What?"
"I was betrayed and murdered by the Hero, and then I came back to life."
I'd expected this to be a one-sided confession of my secrets, when out of nowhere Paula admitted to an even more shocking truth.
"Then what are you...?"
"I regressed. Back to when I was still a child. To the very instant I was being abducted by the Red Cult. The despair I felt then..."
An unfathomable darkness settled over Paula's face. I gathered her into my arms without a word, and her hand slid softly up around my waist.
"And yet, strangely enough, in both of my lives, I met you."
"...What was I like in my past life? Did I do anything terrible to you?"
"You couldn't raise me, but you gave your life so I could escape the cult. Ha—come to think of it, you were sacrificing yourself back then too, weren't you?"
Paula seized my rear in a scolding grip.
"Ow?!"
"Antares, you threw away your own life twice over just to keep me alive. Man or woman—and even if you were a demon—I would love you all the same."
The corners of my eyes pricked, and just as tears threatened to spill—
"Besides, if Antares had still been a man, I probably would have ended up pregnant with about seven of your children, so really, this is far safer—"
"Okay-okay-okay-okay! It's embarrassing, so don't just come out and say things like that!"
I yelped and clapped a hand over her mouth. Paula smiled with her eyes half-lidded, then licked my fingers.
"Ahihk?"
"Heheh. And one more thing. You just called yourself a man, didn't you?"
The air around Paula shifted entirely, and she began pushing me slowly backward.
Back and back, until I hit the wall and there was nowhere left to retreat.
Her hand kneaded softly at my chest, then grabbed roughly at my nipple.
"Ngh♡ W-wait, I'm, I'm lactating! Hiiiik?!♡"
Squirt—! Spurt-spuuurrt—!
Paula lapped up the breast milk pooling in her hand and gave a satisfied smile.
"Where in this world would you find a man who moans this obscenely while getting milked?"
"Th-that's just because I—"
"Antares, you're simply a female who thinks of herself as a man."
Paula pressed her body into me as though burrowing into my embrace.
Paula's grown so much, too...
Her full, soft body yielded and interlocked under the pressure, slowly swallowing up the last of the space between us.
"I'm going to kiss you now. If you accept it, you become my woman. If you don't... feel free to try running."
"'Feel free to try running'? What is that supposed to—"
"I won't be letting you go."
Paula drew me in by the shoulders.
In her approaching expression, I could see tension and fear.
Had that playful face from moments ago been nothing but a mask to hide this anxiety?
I'm decades older than this girl, I used to be a man, and besides...
All of it was true.
But it was also true that Paula knew all of it, and loved me anyway.
Am I in love with this girl?
Not the love of a parent or a teacher—was there room in me for a love that burned with passion?
"Huh?"
"I love you too."
I caught Paula's head from behind and pulled it toward me.
This love was real.
Maternal love was certainly mixed up in it—but to say I felt no passionate, lover-like love at all would be a lie.
"Why so suddenly—mmph?"
I covered Paula's lips with my own. Unaccustomed to kissing, I couldn't even use my tongue properly; it was an awkward, clumsy kiss where our lips merely touched.
And that was our first kiss as lovers.
The moment my clumsy kiss ended, it was Paula who took the lead with practiced ease.
She hooked my lost, frozen-stiff tongue with her own, tugging it, twining around it, teasing it. When I began to run out of breath, she drew her lips back and granted me a moment's respite.
"I love you."
"Haah, haah...♡ I love you too."
The instant that brief exchange ended, her lips came crashing down on me again.
Kiss after kiss followed, fierce enough that I could barely breathe.
"Whew, Antares, you really are terrible at kissing."
"Sh-shut up! I'd never done it even once before you! And anyway, Paula—how on earth are you so good at it?!"
"I experimented on my own body."
"What?"
"Kissing, caressing—I tested all of it on myself."
Nestled in my arms, Paula slowly peeled off her white dress. Her hand went behind her back, and with a soft click, her bra came loose and fell away.
"With the nipple, it felt best to stroke gently around the breast first, then graze it with the lightest possible touch, and now and then give it a pinch with my fingers while I touched myself."
She turned sideways to show me her rear and slid her white panties down along her slender legs.
"And once your body's all heated up like this, your clitoris hardens. You know about the clitoris, right? The part you have too, Antares."
Paula's fingers traced over my mound.
The hand drifted upward in a feather-light, tickling caress, then came to rest between my lower belly and my sex.
"Here. Right here. Your pussy isn't wet enough yet. It would hurt a little if we put anything in now, so I'll take my time and caress you first."
"W-wait a second..."
"What's wrong?"
"Are we... doing it? Here?"
Paula answered with her hands instead of words. One arm cradled me while the other stayed fixed at my mound, her fingers moving in soft, slow circles.
"Take your hand away and I'll get angry."
"...Fine."
"Then, Antares—touch me too, please."
Paula looked up at me as if begging. The lilac scent of her body and her soft voice clouded my reason.
Before I knew it, one hand had seized her rear, and the other was stroking between her legs.
"Haah. Haah...♡ Good♡ Slow strokes, like you're gliding down..."
"You're so slippery."
"That means I'm ready for you to put something in. When that happens, I usually slide two fingers inside and—nyaaaht?!!♡♡"
Paula shuddered and threw her head back sharply.
With a ragged rhythm completely lost and a cry I'd never heard from her before, she convulsed, her legs trembling violently.
"Ah, you're the worst♡ You didn't even say anything, you just stuck your fingers in♡"
"Should I move my fingers like this?"
"Wha—w-wait♡ Ahihk♡ That spot feels good♡ More... haahhhahng?!♡"
The inside of her writhed like waves crashing ashore, and then Paula planted both hands on my back.
Whether she'd clawed at it in the grip of pleasure, I felt a brief sting flare across my skin.
"Haah... haah... Antares, your fingers are sooo long, it feels amaaazing♡"
"This is the first time I've ever seen you like this."
"Hehehe...♡ Isn't it just♡"
Regaining her composure, Paula brought her hand back down between my legs.
"Paula, the way you're touching me is too..."
"Too lewd? Wouldn't the real pervert be you, Antares, with your pussy soaked this drenched?"
At Paula's outstretched hand, a pure-white panel of holy power formed on the floor. She pushed me down onto it with a somewhat rough touch.
Despite its appearance, the white panel had a faint resilience to it, and lying on it didn't hurt at all.
"It's my turn now."
Paula climbed down onto the white panel after me.
"Antares. Spread your legs."
"Th-that's embarrassing..."
"Spread them."
With my burning face turned aside, I spread my legs.
The wetness that had long since been overflowing stretched between my parted thighs like a transparent thread of silk.
"Haah—coyly playing shy while your body's been burning up this whole time?"
Paula pressed her fingers against my mound and gently spread it open to either side. With a slick, obscene squelch, I could feel her breath seeping little by little into the depths of my sex.
"D-don't smell it, it's a dirty place..."
"It smells like roses, though?"
"D-don't say things like that either!"
Suddenly heat flooded my head, and I snapped my legs shut around Paula's neck.
"You need a little discipline, you know."
"Hehe. Do you really think you can beat me like that?"
Even while her neck was being squeezed, Paula flashed a smile that dripped with seduction.
"Mmmh... chuuup... chup..."
"Ahihk?!♡ Wh-where are you licking?! Stop it!"
Paula, in turn, grabbed my hips in both hands and began sucking hard at my mound.
The sensation was nothing like fingers—before I knew it, the legs clamped around her neck had fallen open of their own accord. Paula's tongue accelerated, then plunged inside me.
"Hiyahht?!♡"
"Phwaaah... one lick and you came lightly. What will you do when I really get started?"
"You're... still going?"
This time, Paula pressed her own mound up against mine. Her legs coiled around mine the way a serpent constricts its prey.
"Scissoring...?"
"So you do know it, Antares? Then I'm sure you know how it's done, too?"
"I-I don't. Know. That sort of thing."
"Keep playing the blushing virgin and I'll only get more worked up♡"
When Paula rocked her hips with a springy snap, our mounds—already slick with both of our arousal—ground against each other.
"Ahihk?!♡ Mmh... ngh...♡"
"Trying to hold back your moans at this point? Go on, just whine and tell me how good my pussy feels."
"I can't say something that embarrassing?!♡♡ Aheuk♡"
"Then I'll make sure you can't hold it."
Paula laughed and began swinging her hips harder and faster. The wetness spilling from our mounds splattered, and the sound of flesh meeting soft flesh rang out again and again.
Squelch—! Squelch—! Squelch—!
"Haah♡ Haah♡ Antares, your pussy feels so good♡"
And Paula's filthy, obscene words turned my brain into dripping wet pink.
My heart thundered; I could feel its pounding all the way up to my face. Above all, my lower belly burned as though it were on fire.
"Hehyuk?! No! I'm coming♡ I'm commiiiing!! Stop, something's wrong with my boooody♡"
"Then, Antares—say, 'please pound my pussy.' Go on, say it."
"What kind of, words are those?! What are you even—saying to me?! Nyaaaahhh♡"
Paula rocked her hips even faster, as if to tear my pitiful pride completely to shreds.
"Aheeeehk?!♡♡ Nnooooo♡ Stop! Stop my pucat, stoooop!!♡"
"Then say it. 'Please pound Antares's pussy.'"
"A-Antares's puscat?! Nyugh♡ Aheuk!!♡ Pound my puccy?! P-pound it pleash?!♡♡"
"Good girl. I'll pound your utter-pervert pussy all you like, Antares."
"Wh-what is that even supposed to mean. No. Stop. Sto—"
In that instant, Paula pinned one of my legs in place to lock my body down, and pressed herself flush against my mound as though piercing me with a cock that didn't exist.
"For the crime of throwing me out into the world without a shred of mercy—you'll receive your proper punishment, atone for it, and then... you'll become my woman and mine alone♡"
Her hand slid down into my chest like it was seeping through me, then seized me roughly.
"Come. Cum for me, pinned down beneath me."
Her thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple, and then, twisting her wrist, she wrenched it hard to the left and squeezed.
As if someone had pressed a switch to operate a machine, every emotion left in my head converted itself into pure pleasure.
"Ageeeek?! Nyhiik?!♡ I-I'm coming, sohh... nwo more, ugh?!♡ Paula! Forgibe meee♡ Forgiveb meeee..."
"I'll forgive you. But in exchange, from now on, every single time I want sex, you have to give it to me. Understood?"
But the moment she went for my other breast with a twist, the answer I meant to give came out as nothing but a scream.
"Hagheuk♡ Nipple, thad's—when the milk comes oud, ngh♡"
"No answer? Then I'll have to keep going."
"I-will, do it! I'll have sex with you! So let's stop for today—haaup?!"
Paula swallowed my near-screaming moans with her mouth, then tenderly licked my lips with her tongue. As I caught my breath and calmed a little, her whisper found my ear.
"You really will do anything for me, every single day, right?"
"I'll do id...♡ I promish... so today, pweathe let's shtop having sexh...♡"
"No."
"Wh-why...? Y-you promished...!"
"For two whole years, you were all I longed for."
Paula smiled a wicked smile.
It was the face of a starving lion finally catching the scent of blood. She bore down on me as I thrashed against a primal, instinctive fear.
"Two years' worth of my desire. Take all of it, will you?"
"N-noooooooo!! No more—nghoooooooook?!♡♡ I'm...♡ I'm coming agaaaain!!♡"
"I love you, Antares♡ Stay with me forever and ever♡"