Chapter 500: Silent Night, Holy Night (12)[R-18]
Chapter 500: Silent Night, Holy Night (12)[R-18]
The Saintess's reaction was exactly as I expected.
"Ugh, h-heeeek?! Wh-what are you...!"
"You're the one who started this."
That was all I said to the Saintess, who had snapped back to her senses, startled by the sudden stimulation.
I pinned her to the bed, pouncing on her. Though our positions had completely reversed, she still seemed unable to grasp the situation.
Not that it would have changed anything if she had.
Her legs were already draped over my arms. It meant that even if she wanted to close them, she no longer could.
And that, in turn, meant her secret crevice was exposed and utterly defenseless.
Driven by instinct, I thrust my hips.
"W-wait... Hyah?! Ah... Nnnngh, h-haaaah?!"
Splat. A few droplets of fluid sprayed out.
The Saintess trembled violently at the sudden penetration, falling into a series of weak climaxes. However, I was already far too aroused to show her any mercy.
I simply repeated the pendulum motion of my hips like a heavy hammer.
Thud, thud, thud.
Her moans mingled with the sound of her juices splashing everywhere.
"Kh... Ah, ahh?! Angh, haah... Ugh, hnnngh!"
The Saintess couldn't resist the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over her. Without even being allowed to finish one climax properly, her trembling body was left completely exposed to my relentless assault.
Every time I thrust my hips with force, her insides writhed and churned in a frantic rhythm.
It felt as though her orgasm was never-ending. Seeing her unable to hold back any longer, venting such lewd screams, only added weight to my hypothesis.
Of course, I was also nearing my limit.
Because the Saintess was losing herself in ecstasy, the pressure clamping down on my member intensified. I was already feeling a pleasure so intense it felt like my brain was being scorched white, yet I felt a lingering sense of dissatisfaction.
The reason for that was revealed soon enough.
Her breasts were swaying like waves. Seeing that supple movement, a memory flashed through my mind.
If I was going to hammer her this hard, I might as well...
With that thought, I let out a surge, finishing my third ejaculation.
Catching my ragged breath, I finally pulled my body away from her.
"Haah, haah..."
The Saintess was panting, her dignity long gone.
Her mouth hung open, and her eyes were half-upturned, testifying to the sheer intensity of the pleasure that had ravaged her. It was almost surprising how beautiful she remained even with such a wrecked expression.
However, my lust had not yet been fully extinguished.
I gently flipped her body over.
Because her breasts were so large, there was no unfortunate accident of her face being buried in the blankets and suffocating. Instead, her snow-white buttocks filled my vision.
They looked plenty supple enough.
I spoke to the Saintess, who was too exhausted to even clear her head.
"Lift your hips."
But she only squirmed, unable to give a proper response.
After a moment's thought, I decided to use the method I had used on Senior Delphine.
Slap!
My hand struck her buttock with a sharp crack.
That seemed to snap her back to reality, as she immediately arched her hips upward.
"Y-yes! Right away!"
Perhaps because all the strength had left her body, she took a posture where only her rear was hoisted high.
Naturally, her most private place was revealed without any concealment. Thick, white fluid was overflowing and trickling down from between the pale pink folds of her crevice.
A strange sense of satisfaction warmed my chest.
It was right around the time I plunged myself back into her vagina.
"P-please, stop..."
A faint plea escaped her.
My eyes, pausing for a moment, turned toward her. Utterly spent, the Saintess was leaning her head against the blanket, gasping for air.
"It feels... too good... I feel like I'm going to lose my mind... Please, just a little... have mercy on me."
To think she would say it was because it 'felt good' rather than because she was 'tired.'
Still, it was true that she looked exhausted. Since today wasn't the only day we had, I was considering taking a short break.
"Please? I'm begging you... Hubby..."
As if wanting to show her sincerity, she began to wiggle her raised hips enticingly.
It might have been a female's primal instinct.
I remained silent at the lewd sight. Since I was already inside her, every time her hips swayed, a faint stimulation traveled up my spine.
Was it just my imagination?
In those pale pink eyes looking up at me, a faint flame was flickering.
"Forgive me, okay? I even gave you my virgin pussy... You're so manly, Hubby, that every time you stab me, my head goes blank... Ugh?!"
Squish.
As I slowly pushed myself deep inside, her breathing became overtly ragged.
Haah, haah.
Meeting that gaze full of anticipation, I couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh.
Who would ever call this female a 'Saintess'?
The term 'bitch' seemed far more appropriate.
But that only made it better.
Slap!
When my palm struck her buttocks again, she shuddered, seemingly delighted.
"Heeek?!"
She was a woman born to be lewd.
And so, I enjoyed her body for several more hours.
By the time I came to my senses, it was already midday.
The bedroom, where the storm of passion had passed, was a complete mess.
Actually, it wasn't just the bedroom; the Saintess was a wreck too.
Lying face down, she twitched occasionally, unable to open her eyes. The white fluid overflowing from her private parts had mixed with her juices and virgin blood, leaving stains all over the bed.
I wonder if she got pregnant.
She was provoking me until the very end last night, after all.
I started to chuckle but stopped.
Though I had seen her naked body until I was sick of it last night, after a short nap, my lust was rearing its head again. She was defenseless anyway; she had no way to resist even if I did something naughty instead of a morning greeting.
Gulp.
I swallowed hard, and just as my hand was slowly reaching for her—
"Hubby... Hehe."
At the sound of her voice, leaking out like a mumble in her sleep, my body froze.
She was wearing a blissful smile. It was a smile so pure and defenseless that I wondered if I had ever seen anything like it before.
In the end, I could only swallow a wry smile.
Smooch.
After kissing her on the cheek, I laid her on her back and settled down beside her once more. It didn't take long.
This was a peace I had fought desperately to reclaim.
Didn't I have the right to enjoy it?
And so, for the first time in a very long while, I sought the sweet slumber of midday.
Night ends, and night comes again.
As with all things.
Incidents were no exception.
*
Celine opened her eyes, gasping for breath.
As she did, the restraints on her wrists and ankles shrieked with a metallic clatter. The light leaking in from a corner of the small window felt foreign.
Was it night, or was it day?
Ever since she had locked herself in this tiny prison, her sense of time had become blurred. Ian had pleaded with her to at least use a better room, but Celine simply couldn't forgive herself.
She might be controlled again like this.
No one had been hurt last time, but there was no telling what would happen in the future.
She might have to stain these hands with the blood of the innocent.
The mere thought of such a future was horrifying. Celine looked down at her hands with trembling eyes.
The restraints were sturdy.
Only after confirming that fact did Celine let out a sigh of relief.
Then, she brooded over the scenes she had witnessed in her dreams.
In any case, this was a place where no visitors existed, except for Ian, who came every evening. There was no better place for Celine to be lost in her thoughts alone.
It was a strange dream.
Under the moonlight, Ian and the Saintess pledged their love. Then the two disappeared somewhere, followed by the sound of flesh meeting flesh and sweet moans echoing from somewhere.
It was a sight that made her heart tighten painfully.
Celine was a flawed human being. That was why she couldn't even stand by Ian's side.
Yet, the most radiant woman had taken that spot.
She didn't even feel jealousy.
Only a sense of helplessness and defeat weighed coldly on her chest.
It was then.
"...Aren't you angry?"
Startled, Celine's gaze shifted.
There, a girl with black hair and golden eyes was wearing a mysterious smile.
Perched on the desk provided in a corner of the cell, the girl's expression was perfectly composed. Humming a tune and kicking her legs, she looked like a mischievous child out on a picnic.
Celine gritted her teeth and tried her best to ignore the girl's words.
Again.
Previously, she had caused a stir thinking it was the girl's main body, but this girl was nothing more than an illusion. Having fallen victim to a malicious contract, Celine frequently encountered these hallucinations.
"Celine, are you ignoring me? Even after I went through the trouble of showing you what your beloved Ian is up to..."
"...I never asked you to show me."
Those were the only words Celine managed to squeeze out, glaring with bloodshot eyes.
Her gaze was even tinged with murderous intent. Despite that, the girl only burst into a giggle.
"You have no spirit, sister... You know? My heart felt like it was on fire from the moment that whore of Arus started clinging to our brother. Ah, if it weren't for Lord Delphirem's orders, I would have gone to tear that woman apart right away..."
Clang.
The chains connected to the restraints rattled again. It was because Celine curled into a ball and covered her ears.
Furthermore, there was only one reason she would shut her eyes so tightly.
It meant she didn't want to hear it.
Only then did the girl stop talking and put on a faint smile.
"I'm looking forward to it... to see how long you can hold out."
The girl's body scattered into shadows, and her lingering murmur echoed like an afterimage.
"Finally, 'Jealousy' is coming."
That was the end.
The Academy was once again submerged in silence.
It was a silence like thin ice, as if it could break at any moment.