The Saintess Is So Shameless (2)
-Click, click.
…The sound of a metal buckle shifting and coming undone.
With Sunho's measured movements unfolding right before my eyes, I held my breath and simply watched.
'This is, after all, training. Training to become accustomed to men….'
To be honest, personal curiosity was mixed in as well.
What exactly did a man's… thing look like? Would touching it through cloth feel different from touching it directly?
…No, perhaps it was a slightly different kind of curiosity.
What I had wasn't simple curiosity about men in general — it was closer to curiosity about Sunho himself.
'It should be fine. I'm sure it'll be fine.'
Getting to know Sunho more intimately was, in the end, a necessary step toward understanding men in general.
And Sunho had already told me it was all right… so there was undoubtedly no problem.
-Srrk.
"……."
The uniform trousers fastened with a leather belt slid down, and Sunho's underwear came into view.
…Even though it was clearly hidden beneath fabric, something about its presence faintly made itself known, and as I was holding my breath, Sunho's hand began, without a word, to slowly remove that last remaining layer of clothing as well.
"……Hah."
And there it was — something of a rather… flustering size.
The moment that unexpectedly large object appeared before my eyes, I couldn't help but swallow.
I had never seen another man's… thing before, but… still, somehow it seemed enormous to me.
'Surely this is a normal size…?'
If so, there was no need to be frightened. I was simply looking at something ordinary — something perfectly normal and average.
"You can touch it. Just don't squeeze too hard."
"……Yes."
Straining to hold back the overwhelming tide of emotion, I carefully brought both hands forward.
The very first sensation was a heavy, weighty feel.
Despite hanging there limp and slack, Sunho's thing carried a surprising heft. Were all men's things this large, this heavy?
Too large to hold in one hand, I gently cradled it with both and stole a brief glance at Sunho's expression.
"D-Do I touch it like this, Sunho?"
"However feels comfortable for you, Isabel. This is, after all, training for you to get used to men."
"…R-Right. Of course."
That's right — training. This was simply training, nothing more.
If I acted embarrassed or awkward, that itself might come across as rude to Sunho.
He had resolved to do something this shameful for my sake — I couldn't very well show him a dazed, fumbling mess.
And if I gripped too tightly, I might hurt him.
Gently, slowly. With the sensation of stroking a baby chick, I rubbed the enormous thing between my two hands.
-Shlk.
"……."
-Shk… shrrk.
"……."
…This is, somehow, fun.
My heart keeps pounding, fluttering with excitement.
So a man's body wasn't something frightening — it was something that made your heart race like this.
Perhaps all this time, I had been afraid of nothing at all…
-Shrrk.
"……Hnn."
"S-Sorry! D-Did that hurt?"
"N-No… it doesn't hurt…."
"…Pardon?"
"It's… just that Isabel's touch feels… too good…."
…So he's feeling good, then.
I don't fully understand, but hearing Sunho say he felt good made me inexplicably happy as well.
It felt like I was giving something back to Sunho — even if only a little — for showing me his thing despite his own embarrassment.
Of course, compared to all the kindness I've received so far… this doesn't even begin to cover it.
"H-How should I touch you so it feels good?"
"…It's fine. Don't worry about me — just touch it however you want."
"I-It's just that I'm curious. I-I thought that if I knew how men like to be touched, S-Sunho… n-no, I mean, I could come to understand men better…."
"…Wrap both hands around it, like you're holding it in your palms."
-Srrk.
"Like… this?"
"…Mm. And then, if you move them slowly back and forth like that — well, most ordinary men will feel good from just that much."
…So this is what makes him feel good.
Forward, backward, slowly.
With some emotion simmering up from deep in my chest, I stroked Sunho's thing back and forth — and gradually, a sensation different from before began to bloom in my hands.
-Throb.
"………Eh?"
-Throb, throb.
"Eh, ehh…?"
It twitched and pulsed, as if something were alive and moving.
Startled by that sensation, I unconsciously tightened my grip on Sunho's thing — and he, seeing my alarm, carefully explained.
"It's all right. You just made it hard, that's all."
"…H-Hard? Do you mean… when a man's thing grows bigger because he's… excited?"
"……Yeah. Your hands felt a little too good, Isabel. I couldn't hold it back. Sorry."
"N-No, not at all! I-If you felt good, that's a good thing, of course. I-In fact, I'm glad you told me."
As we exchanged those words, Sunho's thing — somehow grown even larger than moments before — stood before me.
Compared to when it had hung limp at the start… it seemed nearly twice as big.
…So this is what ordinary women take inside their bodies.
'How… how could something like this ever fit inside….'
Something this large surely had to hurt going in.
Women who joined with men and bore children — I found myself admiring them anew.
-Rub, rub.
"……."
"……Whew."
-Rub, rub.
"……."
"…Nnh… hah…."
With each movement of my hands, Sunho's breathing drifted down to me, little by little.
It sounded strained — like someone holding something back. Was I perhaps touching something wrong?
But he never said anything was wrong, so for the time being I didn't let go, and kept touching him.
Carefully, continuously, exactly the way Sunho had shown me.
-Rub, rub.
"Nnh… hah… nnh…!"
"……."
…How many minutes had passed like that?
For some reason, the more I stroked that throbbing thing in my hands, the rougher the breathing from above me became.
And… somehow, the reddened thing seemed to radiate a scorching heat…
-Rub, rub….
"W-Wait, Isabel!"
"…Yes?"
"Wait — your hands…."
"My hands…? Yes?"
What was I supposed to do with my hands?
…Could it be — did he want me to grip harder, to make it feel even better?
-Squeeeze.
"Nnh — w-wait…!!"
The moment I clenched my hands with that thought, Sunho's voice rang out, more flustered than ever.
Realizing I'd made a mistake, I immediately loosened my grip — but what appeared before me then was…
"……Hah!"
-Splurt, spluuurt!
"Ah—, ahh, nnh…?!"
The instant Sunho's lower abdomen convulsed and heaved, something hot and sticky burst out with tremendous force.
Erupting alongside a short, strangled groan, Sunho's… fluid was scattered all over my veil and my clothes.
"…Hah… whew."
"……."
A damp stain spreading across the white of my habit.
Watching it trickle down over my chest, I instinctively swept at my clothing with my palm.
'It's… warm….'
An essence thick with Sunho's body heat, rich with his scent.
From that sticky fluid trailing down my veil and clothes… a certain inexplicable flutter stirred within me.
…God, that was exhausting.
Unlike usual, I felt like I'd burned through far more stamina than normal. I'd had to time my finish to hit the single most effective moment for setting the mood.
Coming too fast and cutting the act short was out; coming too slow and missing the window after Kim Isabel's interest had cooled was out.
The key was to finish at the exact instant her excitement peaked, keeping that "curiosity" of hers burning — and, crucially, to make her feel a faint twinge of guilt for making me finish.
"Hah… haaa…."
"A-Are you all right, Sunho?!"
I let out a deliberately exhausted breath and gave a slight shudder, as if I'd expended a great deal of energy finishing just now.
I had to keep projecting the image of a man sacrificing himself for Kim Isabel's sake. That was how she would grow ever more docile, ever more eager to repay my kindness and make amends for the trouble she'd caused.
Of course, even now she'd grant nearly any request I made — but with Suggestion, you always had to think about what happens after it wears off.
Only up to about the fifty-percent mark of what she could psychologically bring herself to grant. Staying within "reasonable requests" without crossing that line was how you kept a relationship alive long-term.
"It's n-nothing… I just finished, that's all…."
"But you look like you're struggling to breathe…."
"Hah… I-I was just caught off guard. Finishing at such an unexpected moment startled me, that's all."
"I-I'm so sorry! I-It was my fault, wasn't it?!"
"No, it wasn't your fault, Isabel… I should have warned you sooner. The problem was that your hands felt so good I lost my head for a moment…."
Plant guilt in Kim Isabel with the word "unexpected," then soothe her by insisting it wasn't her fault — stacking up favorability.
Compliment her by saying her hands felt incredible, then cast myself as the one at fault, painting a picture of considerate self-sacrifice.
A short exchange, but with it alone, Kim Isabel became the offender and I became the victim.
…Strictly speaking, the situation was the exact opposite — she'd just given me a hand job and gotten my cum splattered across her face and clothes. But details.
"Sorry, Isabel. Your… your clothes got dirty…."
"I-It's quite all right! I can clean something like this right up with my magic…."
"Still, it must have been unpleasant. I should have turned away sooner. I'm sorry."
"I-It wasn't unpleasant at all! I-It came from Sunho's… thing, so i-if anything, I'm happy…"
"…Hm?"
"N-No, nothing. A-Anyway, it's truly fine, so please don't worry. A little touch of holy power like this is enough to wipe it all clean."
With those words, Kim Isabel channeled her holy power, swiftly erasing the seed from her veil and habit.
She cleaned the mess away so quickly, it was as if she were begging me not to feel guilty about it.
The seed on her veil and clothes, the streaks that had dripped to the floor, and then…
-Rub, rub.
"I-I need to clean this part too…."
"…Wouldn't it be better if I handled that one myself?"
"……B-But I was the cause of it. I-It's only right that I clean what got on Sunho's… thing as well."
…And there she was, using holy power as a convenient excuse while discreetly wrapping her hands around my cock all over again.
At the rate her shamelessness was accelerating, I could probably ask her to clean it with her mouth before long — and she wouldn't hesitate for a second.