Serazad's Desperate Sweet Talk
Serazad was undoubtedly a magnificent saintess. Even as she lay utterly undone and addicted to the taste of Geum Taeyang’s cock, the moment Antoine appeared she slipped seamlessly back into her role as the holy woman and greeted him with perfect composure. Yet even then, that relentless thing slammed back into her depths once more, and Saintess Serazad Estevan’s eyes flew wide in shock.
‘Kkhh… O-Ora—?!’
Thrust! The surprise came first, followed immediately by the overwhelming stimulation Geum Taeyang’s shaft was driving into her.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
Serazad looked up at Geum Taeyang. His expression was shamelessly obvious: I’m just doing what I’m doing. We’re having sex right now, aren’t we?
“It’s a very finely made porridge, Lady Serazad. I heard you grew up in the Gondola region and that you enjoy their porridge. I, Antoine de Cell Belua, personally learned the recipe and prepared it for you.”
The self-proclaimed sweet prince Antoine continued pouring out his narcissistic monologue, completely unaware of what was happening inside. He had researched the food his beloved liked and cooked it himself—what a sweet gesture.
“How sweet…!”
Schlup—thrust! “Hnn…!”
“Was that madman of a Memphis prince always this type?”
Schlup—thrust! “Ora—hh… kkh…!”
Meanwhile, the true villain Geum Taeyang was mercilessly pounding the woman he had already claimed. He drove into Serazad with the clear intent of dragging every wet, obscene sound out of her throat. She stared at him in flustered panic, desperately trying to swallow the moans threatening to spill out.
“I-I see… hnn…! You must have gone through so much trouble, Prince Antoine… khh…!”
Serazad was delicate in body alone; her willpower was formidable. She couldn’t simply endure the pleasure—she had to answer Antoine’s questions. So she timed her replies perfectly, opening her mouth only when Geum Taeyang pulled out.
“Yes! It must have been difficult. It was my first time cooking, after all. Therefore, if it isn’t too presumptuous, may I have the honor of feeding it to you personally inside?”
Antoine’s plan was clearly to spoon-feed her the porridge himself.
“Mmm… personally…? Hnn…! Th-that’s… right now my body’s balance is… hhh…! I’m running a high fever… ahh…! My condition is far from decent… hnn…!”
Thrust—schlick! Thrust—schlick! Thrust—schlick!
While being relentlessly pounded by Geum Taeyang, Serazad tried her best to politely refuse Antoine’s sweet offer.
‘Not decent, huh? Heh… I’d love to see that indecent side of you.’
Antoine’s reaction to her words was priceless. If he weren’t bound by his vow of chastity until thirty-six, he would have imagined sex. Instead, he could only fantasize about seeing her naked—because he had never actually done it.
“It’s all right, Lady Saintess. These things happen when one is burdened with heavy duties, don’t they?”
Antoine displayed his classic narcissistic attitude. He didn’t consider things from her perspective; he started from the assumption that his generous, noble self would understand her situation.
‘Kkhh! Yeah, that’s exactly how a fool like you should react.’
Geum Taeyang found the sight oddly satisfying. He decided to push Serazad even further into panic.
[Wh-what are you doing?!]
“What do you think? I’m about to change positions with our dear Serazad and make love to her.”
He began shifting her body. Serazad’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment as she protested through ventriloquism, but Geum Taeyang showed no sign of stopping.
[This position is far too exposed, Ora—!]
The new position was doggy style. Geum Taeyang had deliberately chosen it for one reason.
‘Open that door and come in, Antoine. Then you’ll get a perfect view of Serazad’s face while she’s losing her mind on my cock.’
Geum Taeyang was truly insane once sex began. The sanctuary was designed so that opening the main door gave a direct view of Serazad’s canopy bed. He had positioned her so that if the door opened, her face during doggy style would be perfectly visible.
‘Heh… my possessed body is really looking forward to this. Give that bastard a proper taste of revenge.’
After more than six months in this body, Geum Taeyang had absorbed much of the original Geum Taeyang’s memories. At this point, world conquest or whatever else meant nothing compared to the dopamine of sex and revenge. If Antoine opened that door, he would show him the NTR scene and then kill him on the spot.
Schlup! Geum Taeyang pulled his massive cock almost all the way out of Serazad’s rear entrance.
‘This dopamine rush is incredible!’
Thrust—slam! He drove it all the way back in, reaching her womb.
‘Khh—! Haa—! It’s going in—!’
Squelch…! Serazad was just as lost in the dopamine haze. She could have refused, but she meekly followed Geum Taeyang’s lead. She was curious—what new stimulation would her vulgar “ora-ni” give her this time?
With her face turned toward the sanctuary door where Antoine stood, and with Geum Taeyang pounding her from behind in that deep position, her slender waist and neck arched like a bow.
“You’re really feeling my cock, aren’t you, Serazad…!”
Schlup! He didn’t stop at one thrust. Geum Taeyang pulled out again, withdrawing nearly three-quarters of his length.
“You’re quite the pervert too, huhu…”
Thrust—slam! “Hkk—!”
Jiggle! Jiggle! His massive cock slammed into her again. Serazad’s back was already arched like a bow, and her 70H-cup breasts swung violently forward.
‘Hey, you fucking idiot. I’ve been politely refusing this whole time and you’re still pushing? Is this how it’s gonna be?’
Antoine finally grew annoyed at Serazad’s continued refusal. In his own twisted way, he had been remarkably patient until now.
‘She really doesn’t look well. Yeah, I’ll use that as an excuse to go in.’
Serazad was clearly struggling because Geum Taeyang was pounding her. To Antoine’s ears, her labored breathing sounded like someone suffering from a fever.
“Lady Saintess? You seem quite unwell. Even if you are the saintess, shouldn’t you see a physician?”
Antoine began building up his excuse.
“Hnn—! No! Haa—! There’s no need! Hnn—! Please don’t worry, Prince Antoine—! Hkk—!”
Thrust—schlick! Thrust—schlick! Thrust—schlick!
Serazad, now completely lost in the dopamine-fueled doggy style, desperately tried to stop Antoine’s sudden action with an urgent voice.
“Your voice really doesn’t sound good right now. It seems like you’re having trouble breathing.”
Antoine kept pushing, ready to open the door.
“Looks like Prince Antoine wants to come in. What do you think, Serazad? Want to show him what we’re doing? I never liked that bastard anyway.”
Thrust—schlick! Thrust—schlick! Thrust—schlick!
“Haa—! D-don’t say such ridiculous things, Ora—! If he sees us like this, we’ll be utterly humiliated at social gatherings… and the Mohican tribe— hnn—! Haa—!”
Geum Taeyang kept whispering like a devil. Serazad, still somewhat rational, worried about Memphis’s situation and the safety of the Mohican tribe as she pleaded.
“I’ll take that as permission, Serazad. You really do understand your ora-ni’s heart well.”
Thrust—slam! Slam—slam—slam! Thrust—slam!
Geum Taeyang, far from sane, ignored her pleas. He readjusted his grip on her hips and began pounding her at middle-stage light-speed pace.
“I never said that—! Hkk—! Kyaa—! Hnn—! Haa—! I never said that—! Hkk—!”
Thrust! “Hkk—! Haa—! Ora—! Hnn—! Haa—!”
Serazad was at a complete loss. Even middle-stage light-speed thrusting was devastating for her. She tried to complain, but realizing she wouldn’t be able to hold back her moans any longer, she buried her face into the bedsheets.
“It’s clear that Lady Saintess’s condition is quite poor. This won’t do. As an elder of the Church of the Goddess of Light and the de facto highest authority in the Memphis Kingdom, I have a duty to protect you. I’m coming in.”
Thud! Even though she had buried her face in the sheets, her desperate breathing couldn’t be completely muffled. Antoine’s expression said the time had come. He grabbed the handle of the sanctuary’s main door, fully intending to break it down if it was locked.
‘Come in, Antoine. I’ll give you a deep wound from the very start and then slit your throat.’
Slam—slam—slam! Thrust—schlick! Thrust—schlick!
Geum Taeyang pounded into her like a beast, imagining Antoine’s face when he witnessed the NTR scene. This man was genuinely ready to kill Antoine right here.
Click! Antoine turned the handle. At that exact moment—
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
Another voice rang out.
‘Haaah! It’s Big Sister Victoria’s voice! I’m saved!’
It was Victoria, commander of the Belarium Guardians. Serazad had once prayed she wouldn’t appear while she was making love with Geum Taeyang. But now, in this moment when she was completely at his mercy, Victoria’s voice was the most welcome sound in the world.
‘Damn it! Of all times, why did that woman have to come back now?!’
Antoine’s expression hardened instantly. Victoria was no easy opponent. Both were A+ rank in combat ability.
“Ah, I was simply trying to bring this porridge to the saintess. However, she seems quite unwell, so I was concerned something serious might happen and wished to assist her…”
“That judgment belongs to the Church of the Goddess of Light. Just as we do not interfere in politics, the Belua family must also respect proper boundaries regarding the saintess.”
“Ugh…”
Antoine tried to argue, but Victoria, who never yielded to anyone except Geum Taeyang, gave him no room.
‘As expected of Big Sister! I’m sorry, Big Sister! I hated you for no reason! Serazad was foolish! Big Sister really is my reliable support!’
Another knot in Serazad’s heart loosened. The resentment she had felt toward Victoria for locking her away since yesterday to keep her from meeting Geum Taeyang melted away like snow the moment Victoria saved her from this crisis.
“Oho! Our Serazad is really enjoying this thrill, isn’t she? Then this ora-ni can’t just sit still! I have to make her feel even better!”
The catharsis flowed straight into Serazad’s core. Geum Taeyang assumed she was enjoying the thrill-dopamine he was giving her. Naturally, he wasn’t satisfied with that alone.
“I prepared this just for you, Serazad!”
Flash—!
“Haaah—!”
Geum Taeyang lifted Serazad’s lower body while still in doggy style.
“The floating doggy style! Perfect for our delicate Serazad! Enjoy my gift, ora-ni!”
Thrust—schlick! Thrust—schlick! Thrust—schlick!
“Khaa—! Kyaa—! Hnn—! Haa—!”
Also known as the “tiller” position. Geum Taeyang showed no mercy as he rammed his thick cock into the once-noble saintess’s pussy.
“Lady Saintess, I’ve sent Prince Antoine away. While I was briefly away on business, this happened. I apologize.”
Outside the door, the situation seemed to have been resolved.
“And… I’ve been thinking a lot since yesterday. I was too inconsiderate. You must have had a deeper meaning when you said those things… It was my stubbornness.”
Victoria spoke in an honest, apologetic tone.
‘Hnn—! Haa—! Big Sister—! I’ve already forgiven everything! Hnn—! So you don’t need to apologize— hkk—!’
Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle!
It was a beautiful reconciliation, but Serazad was in no condition to respond properly. With her lower body suspended in the air, her 70H young cow breasts swinging wildly as Geum Taeyang’s cock pounded into her.
“Were you very upset…? You’re not answering. Then I’ll come back later.”
When Serazad didn’t reply, Victoria’s voice grew dejected as she turned to leave.
‘No! I can’t let Big Sister go like this! My precious Big Sister!’
Her heart clenched. Serazad cried out in a rush of emotion.
“Don’t go, Big Sister—! Haa—! Hnn—! I love you, Big Sister! Kyaa—! Haa—! I want to hug you—! Haa—!”
Overcome with emotion, Serazad let out a beast-like moan while desperately calling out to Victoria.