Chapter 498: Silent Night, Holy Night (10)[R-18]
Chapter 498: Silent Night, Holy Night (10)[R-18]
The flickering shadows of the firelight cast a romantic ambiance over the room.
Relying on the dim glow of the lamp, a pure white naked body was reflected upon my retinas. With a soft shhh, the towel that had been covering the woman’s body slipped to the floor, and for a moment, my heart stopped.
It was a sight I had longed to see.
The curves that cascaded from her neck to her collarbone, from her chest down past her hips to her thighs and toes, were breathtakingly beautiful. Even the word 'seductive' felt inadequate to describe it.
'Criminal,' or perhaps 'overwhelming.'
I had to rack my brain to find even more intense vocabulary. My gaze was particularly drawn to the Saintess’s breasts, which had always caught my eye; I couldn't help but lose myself in the sight.
They were beautiful.
Upon that pure white canvas, I could see pale pink peaks. Just by looking at them, I felt as if I could sense their soft texture, which stood in stark contrast to their firm elasticity.
Breasts that seemed to possess not just incredible volume, but an exquisite texture as well.
I unconsciously swallowed hard, my hands clenching and unclenching.
As my gaze swept further down, it followed the curve of her slender, fat-free waist and the flare of her hips. Her lower body was just as well-developed as her chest.
Her naked form was so beautiful it almost inspired a sense of reverence.
Of course, that feeling lasted only a fleeting moment.
I felt a pair of eyes stealing glances at me.
Since there were only the two of us in the room, the owner of that gaze was obviously the Saintess. She had obediently revealed her naked self at my forceful command, but it seemed a belated sense of shame had finally set in.
Her slightly flushed cheeks and the way her slender arms tried to cover her most private areas were proof enough.
Perhaps as a final vestige of her pride, the Saintess averted her eyes, trying to maintain an air of haughtiness.
"H-how is it... hngh?!"
Naturally, she couldn't finish her sentence.
I lunged forward, pressing my lips against the area near her collarbone.
Mwah, mwah, mwah.
Startled by my sudden offensive, the Saintess’s body stiffened, but soon she let out a faint groan and began to writhe plaintively. A sweet, nasal tone bled into her voice.
The Saintess’s skin tasted as sweet as her scent.
Every time I sucked on her soft flesh, a faint red mark was left behind. As the kisses that began at her collarbone reached her neck, the Saintess spoke in a trembling voice.
"W-wait... hngh, haah... I-it tickles...!"
"Move your hands."
However, the way to break through her resistance was incredibly simple.
At my firm command, the Saintess’s gaze wavered instantly. Her eyes reflected a whirlwind of emotions.
Fear of her first experience.
Rising lust, affection for the man she loved dearly, and even a flickering sense of anticipation.
Hesitantly, the Saintess moved the hands that had been covering her breasts and groin. After that, I gripped her breasts and kissed her neck.
Even when clothed, her body had been unable to hide its lewd allure.
Now that the thin scraps of fabric were gone, her female form was even more erotic and sensitive. The fact that she was pinned against the wall, unable to resist, seemed to excite her even more.
Though I didn't show it outwardly, I was inwardly marveling as I fondled her breasts.
The sensation was worlds apart from when I had touched them through her clothes.
The elastic mounds of flesh overflowed from my palms. No matter how wide I spread my hands, I couldn't fully contain their size. Every time her breasts were kneaded like dough, a soft moan escaped her lips.
The Saintess’s reaction grew more intense immediately after.
"Hngh?!"
Squeeze. I gripped her breast firmly, as if wringing it out.
At that, a blatantly heated moan burst from the woman’s mouth. It was a fresh, crisp sound, like juice spraying from a fruit.
Before I knew it, the Saintess was pressing her thighs tightly together and rubbing them. It seemed she was already unable to suppress her excitement.
How wanton.
I felt grateful for the fact that I could monopolize this erotic body. As someone once said, perhaps I should offer a prayer of thanks to God.
It was while I was in the middle of playing with her body.
"S-stop!"
The Saintess’s urgent cry rang out. I stopped my movements, giving her a slightly dissatisfied look.
Pant, pant.
The woman’s heated breath smelled sweet. Her eyes were unfocused and hazy, her cheeks flushed; she was already in this state even though I had barely begun to caress her.
I hadn't even started the foreplay in earnest yet.
That made me even more curious.
Why had she stopped me?
The answer was revealed shortly after. The Saintess didn't have the composure to stall for long.
"It... it'll leave a mark..."
"What will?"
My speech had naturally shifted to informal language, but the Saintess didn't question it.
Instead, she answered even more hesitantly, in a polite tone.
"The lip marks... they'll stay. If they're on my neck, everyone will see."
"So?"
I asked back mischievously.
At that, the Saintess looked visibly flustered. My lips were moving past her collarbone, blatantly aiming for her neck and above—toward places that would be impossible to hide, no matter how hard she tried.
The marks wouldn't fade by the next day. And when she returned to the Holy Kingdom to handle her duties, she would surely hear people whispering.
To think a Saint of the Cult would walk around flaunting the marks of the love she shared the night before.
Surely, her conscience would prick her. Moreover, it would be obvious who the partner was.
Flustered, the Saintess tried to sputter out a rebuttal.
"B-but I'm a Saintess... ngh, ahhhn?!"
But I had no intention of quietly listening to her.
The Saintess’s breathing turned ragged in an instant, and she bit her lip as she let out a deep moan.
It was because I had firmly pinched her pale pink peak.
Intense pain brings pleasure with it. The Saintess’s head snapped back, and her shoulders trembled violently.
"So what if you're a Saintess?"
"Hngh, haah... I-I'm a Saint who even received a Halo... ugh?! Nngh, ah?!"
Pinch, pinch, pinch.
Every time I applied pressure to the tip, a rhythmic moan leaked from her mouth. Subjected to a sensation she had never experienced in her life, the Saintess seemed to have already lost her mind.
Her luscious buttocks instinctively pushed back, and her touching thighs rubbed against each other, creating friction. However, because she was backed against the wall, the space for her to move her hips was limited.
Furthermore, there was nowhere to hide from my touch.
Soon, as I stimulated her pink peak with a twisting motion, fragmented moans spilled from her trembling jaw.
"Hah, ugh, hngh, haah...!"
"Don't try to scam me. You're not going to be a virgin anymore, so are you going to keep pretending to be the 'Heavenly God's most beloved virgin'?"
"I-I'm still a virgin..."
What a cheeky thing to say.
Incensed by her brazen words, I lowered one hand to her groin. Digging between her legs, I found another swollen peak nestled within the tightly closed crevice.
And then, a finger slid over it with a firm press.
"Hgyak?! Hee, eeeeek?!"
The Saintess’s waist bucked as she cried out in intense pleasure. Without stopping, I rubbed between her folds with my finger.
A wet, splashing sound echoed through the quiet secret room. So much fluid had been produced that it was practically dripping down my finger.
"Even now? You're still a virgin even like this?"
"Hngh, ah?! I-I was... haah... wrong...!"
The Saintess pleaded, gripping my arm tightly with both hands.
She looked like she didn't know what to do with the overflowing stimulation. Because of her awkwardly hunched upper body, her sweet breath drenched my neck.
Strictly speaking, the Saintess was still a virgin.
For 'now,' at least.
Looking back, there was no reason for the Saintess to apologize, but both she and I had long since lost our sanity. The Saintess was simply begging for forgiveness reflexively against the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
I, too, was finding it difficult to hold back my boiling lust.
Fortunately, the tedious process of stripping off clothes wasn't necessary. Since I had just come out from washing my wet body, I was only covered by a single robe.
I took one of the Saintess’s hands, which had been gripping my arm, and guided it to a spot slightly lower than my waist.
Her hand, which had been lost and wandering, finally reached the most prominent part of my body.
Thud. Her cool touch met the object that had swollen to its limit.
Immediately, the Saintess’s ragged breathing stopped.
As if her power had been cut, she wore a dazed expression. And then, fumbling, the woman’s hand began to gauge the size of my member.
Having finished her rough estimation, the Saintess was utterly stunned.
"I guess you won't be able to call yourself a 'virgin' from now on."
"Th-that... ah..."
The Saintess swallowed hard and looked up at me.
She looked completely terrified. The corners of her mouth twitched upward.
It was an awkward smile.
"I-I have sworn an oath to the Heavenly God, so my virginity... hgyak?! Ngh, ngh, nngh?!"
Nonsense didn't require a verbal rebuttal.
I simply moved my fingers roughly, digging into the Saintess’s secret place. Every time I did, the wet, splashing sound rang out, exposing her brazenness.
"When you're this wet? Are you going to keep lying?"
"Haah, I-I was... ugh, nngh, I was wrong...!"
Splosh, splosh.
The Saintess’s second apology followed, but her greedy body knew no shame. My fingers had long since been drenched by the juices that kept flowing out.