Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Holy Priest Ordination and Reserve Platoon (3)
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The orgasm from the foreplay was only momentary.
As my massive shaft slid into her, Eirin's body reacted once more.
"Haah..."
My cock gently burrowed into the depths of Eirin's pussy, soaked with her juices. It had been quite some time since we first became one.
Now, Eirin had grown accustomed to taking my girth, feeling pleasure rather than pain.
"Haaah... Ahng... ♡..."
Half of my length was fully sheathed inside her. Eirin's exquisite pussy—a true treasure among treasures.
Even though it was already drenched in her arousal, making insertion easier, the way it clenched tightly around my cock was anything but ordinary.
Squelch-squelch-squelch—
Holding her thighs, I began lightly thrusting my hips. Soon, her lewd juices mixed with my precum, creating a slick, pleasurable viscosity.
"Ung... ♡ Ahng♡!!"
In rhythm with my movements, Eirin's moans grew louder. I must have opened my eyes around noon. Sunlight flooded my room.
In missionary, the view of Eirin beneath me was utterly exposed. Her face flushed with ecstasy was on full display, unfiltered.
She surrendered completely to the waves of pleasure crashing over her body, her skin blooming with the red flush of bliss. She accepted my cock so naturally.
"Young Master... Ahng... Haah... ♡..."
Lost in the supreme pleasure my cock provided, Eirin seemed to have forgotten her shyness for the moment. With a bitch-in-heat voice, she wrapped her legs around my waist.
Taking that as my cue, I intensified the back-and-forth motion.
Plunge-plunge-plunge—
I naturally channeled mana into my Tyrant's Mana Circuit. The heightened piston tempo now strongly stimulated the most sensitive spot inside her vaginal walls—her G-spot.
"Heek?? Haaang!!"
My upward-curved cock targeted her G-spot relentlessly with its tip and the activated mana. I could see Eirin's eyes glazing over.
"Haang... Ang-ang... ♡ Ahng... Young Master... ♡ Right there... Haang... It's driving me crazy... Ahng!!"
Uncharacteristically for Eirin, informal speech slipped out unconsciously. It meant I was successfully conquering her.
"Haa... Young Master... Julian Young Master too... feel good... Ang... together..."
But Eirin wasn't just passively receiving. Our cock and pussy were a perfect match. She gripped me perfectly with her vaginal pressure and folds.
In that state, she tightened even more, doubling my pleasure. A jolt of ecstasy surged through my entire body.
Indeed, no pleasure or sensation could surpass direct penetration.
As the juices on the exposed shaft dried momentarily, Eirin gushed more arousal. Truly, no pussy could be more perfectly optimized for my body.
A heavy sensation built in my lower abdomen. But I didn't want to end this bliss just yet. I slowed the insertion tempo slightly.
Then I spread Eirin's legs into a perfect 11 shape. Her long, straight legs were fully revealed—flawlessly beautiful, without a single imperfection.
Her ankles were incredibly slender, accentuating her femininity. Gripping them, I resumed rapid thrusting.
"Heut??
With her thighs pressed together, the already intense grip of her pussy walls tightened even more. My cock swelled in response. Eirin noticed, and her moans changed immediately.
"Ang-ang... ♡ Haang... ♡ Heek!! Ahhng..."
It was the voice of a female fully submitting to pleasure.
My cock pistoned in and out for a good while. The urge to cum was now relentlessly warning me—I couldn't hold back much longer.
In the meantime, Eirin seemed to be reaching her second climax. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her hips twisting repeatedly.
Her body was surely plenty warmed up by now. I spread her legs into an M shape again. Her flushed face came into view.
Our eyes met, and even amidst her overwhelming pleasure, she shyly closed hers.
I powered my cock for the final sprint. Eirin matched my movements by clenching harder.
"Young Master... Haht... Like this... more... Haaang... So much... pleasure... ♡ Cum inside me... just like this... Ahng♡"
Her lewd voice pushed me over the edge. The sensation rushed from my abdomen to my shaft. I ejaculated.
Spurt-spurt-spurt—
Two days' worth of pent-up semen made the load feel massive as it surged through. In an instant, her insides were filled with my seed.
"Kyaaht!!"
Eirin cried out in ecstatic fulfillment. Even as she came, she kept clenching my cock to savor every last drop.
The perfect maid...
I lingered inside her warm depths, basking in the afterglow for a long while.
Eirin lay asleep beside me.
Normally, she would diligently clean up after our lovemaking and quickly don her maid uniform.
But after nursing me for two sleepless days, even the flawless maid Eirin had her limits this time.
I took care of the cleanup for her and lay down beside her in bed. Post-climax clarity sharpened my mind, as always.
So, I activated the System. I needed to sort out what happened in the Colosseum anyway. First, I pulled up the quest notification.
As expected, both quests were complete. Or rather, their conditions had all been fulfilled.
No 600GP spent at all. Just as I planned.
These were quests that normally required 600GP to unlock the conditions. But by blocking the ogre's strike in the Colosseum, I resolved them in one go.
I replayed that moment in my mind once more.
The beast's attack had been right upon the spectator stands. That strike was a lethal burst of magic from a Rank 2 mana beast, unleashed with full intent to kill.
Even the professors or instructors would have struggled to block it head-on. They might have succeeded, but only at the cost of injury.
And for me, with my lacking stats, the odds were even lower.
So, what I accomplished that day—perfectly blocking the mana beast's strike—was nothing short of a miracle. In fact, it was a miracle.
I used divine power. And not ordinary divine power.
But for someone who had only just awakened mana and hadn't even received holy priest ordination, wielding that level of divine power should have been impossible.
What made it possible was Saintess Agnes's power. The latent potential hidden within me—the special divine power she had sealed in her son's body.
I awakened a portion of it through my pre-sex practice with Lillia.
And Agnes's divine power, as a legacy directly from the saintess, was on an entirely different level from ordinary divine power.
The saintess's power was the essence of ultra-pure divine energy.
It was, quite literally, borrowing a fragment of the gods' own might. Its overwhelming potency came with an immense burden on the body.
A single misstep could lead to divine sickness, collapsing the body entirely. Even high-ranking holy priests couldn't casually contain such power.
Let alone me, whose bloodline and potential were exceptional but whose current stats were insufficient.
So, I used my head. My stats might be lacking, but I had a substantial 500MP of mana from quest rewards.
That's double what even a high-circle mage would have.
When the ogre's attack closed in, I sensed the malice within it and activated a trace amount of Agnes's divine power.
Sensing malice ensures the saintess's divine power reacts without fail.
Even a trace was enough to damage my body. So, I simultaneously enveloped that divine power completely with my 500MP of mana.
In other words, the massive mana neutralized the burden Agnes's divine power placed on my body.
On top of that, I amplified the trace divine power with mana, vaporizing the ogre's strike in a single blow.
The aftermath is what we have now. Since I'm unscathed, there were no casualties in the Colosseum.
A single Rank 2 mana beast? The professors there could handle it easily.
That's the full story of what happened in the Colosseum.
I was fine without aftereffects thanks to my thorough preparation. But Pantheon's officials would be in a different state—my actions must have caused an uproar.
I haven't met them directly, of course. But confirming these two quests complete tells me everything about the situation.
It was undoubtedly turning in my favor.
The central chapter house of the Holy Academy Pantheon.
In the grand conference room there, most of Pantheon's key figures had gathered.
The chancellor, the archbishops of the six major orders, senior professors, and senior instructors. They were deep in discussion about the Colosseum incident a few days prior.
And right now, the meeting's most critical agenda began: the "miracle manifestation."
It concerned the miracle created by Essenmont Border Count's heir and Harsen Count, Julian von Reinhardt.
Chancellor Sophia, the archbishop, spoke.
"Then, let us proceed with the main agenda. Do all the archbishops agree that the holy radiance created by Count Julian during the incident was a miracle manifestation?"
The archbishops representing Pantheon's six major orders nodded in unison.
"We agree."
"We agree. How could we deny what we witnessed with our own eyes?"
Chancellor Sophia nodded as well.
Though her youthful appearance and eccentric style hid her true nature, Sophia was a renowned high priestess who had fought alongside Saintess Agnes in the great war against the demonkin twenty years ago.
She couldn't mistake the light she had seen right before her eyes.
Count Julian had produced the same divine power as Agnes. Divine power capable of vaporizing a Rank 2 mana beast's strike in one go—nothing else fit.
"Count Julian manifested the same divine power as Lady Agnes—the power of the Supreme God Jedin. You all know what that means, right?"
Supreme God Jedin, father of the gods. Humanity's innate limits prevented containing his great power.
Thus, they served the six major subordinate gods and borrowed their strength to manifest divine power.
Excluding legendary saints and saintesses of old, Agnes was the most recent to manifest Jedin's power—and that was twenty years ago.
Even the eminent archbishops and holy priests here couldn't surpass the six major gods' power to reach Jedin's divine might.
The attendees nodded at the chancellor's words. Confirming their agreement, she continued.
"It seems you all understand. However, as you know, Count Julian failed to even awaken mana last year. And his... character had some issues, as we're all aware."
All the attendees let out a collective groan. The notorious wastrel Julian. No one in these orders could be ignorant of his outrageous antics from last year.
But the situation had changed. Wastrel or not, he was the second-highest noble among Pantheon's current students, after Princess Lillia.
And he bore the overwhelming legitimacy as Saintess Agnes's son. Now, that same wastrel had manifested Supreme God Jedin's power.
The order officials' minds raced.
"That's why Count Julian couldn't join any order. He lacked mana awakening for holy priest ordination—it was unavoidable. He seemed intent on becoming a priest of the God of Arts, Hesos order. Archbishop Graus, how was his artistic skill?"
Archbishop Graus, head of the Hesos order, cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Well... it wasn't at a level to receive Hesos's blessing."
"I see. But now he's a second-year, like the count. Everyone knows he must choose an order and receive ordination. With his mana awakening, it's possible now."
At the chancellor's words, the archbishops exchanged glances. They knew he was a wastrel. But if that wastrel had manifested Jedin's power, everything changed.
It was proof of sainthood in itself, like Saintess Agnes. Securing a saint candidate would elevate their order's prestige immensely.
And the count hailed from the great Border Count family.
Silence fell. Chancellor Sophia understood its implications and nodded.
"I can see you're all very interested in Count Julian. If he truly has the potential to be the next saint, it's only natural."
But she stated firmly.
"Therefore, Count Julian will not receive ordination from any specific order."
"What do you mean, Chancellor?!"
"Without ordination, he can't join the guard's provisional platoon!"
"If the Reinhardt heir graduates without slaying a single mana beast, the disgrace will fall on Pantheon! Especially since his mother, the saintess, was a priestess of our Loia order. A priest from a combat order..."
The chancellor calmed the agitated archbishops.
"I am aware. That's why I declare here: Count Julian will belong to a separate order, not one of the six."
Confusion filled the archbishops' eyes.
"A separate order? Pantheon only has the chapter house for the six major orders. Other gods are fringe deities with few followers. Joining such an order wouldn't benefit the count."
"No. I'm not talking about a fringe order."
Her next words stunned them all.
"Count Julian will henceforth belong to the Supreme God Jedin's order. He will be the sole priest of Jedin in Pantheon—no, in the entire empire. Thus, he may freely attend lectures from any of the six orders."
The decision sent murmurs rippling through the attendees.
It meant granting Count Julian an absurd privilege.