#25 - Ravaging the Nun Like an Onahole in My Arms
"Haa... haa... haa... haa..."
I scooped up Viola, who was drooling saliva and her own juices while wearing that utterly dazed expression without a hint of shame, and carried her out of the underground storeroom.
She really was the most pathetic masochistic nun imaginable. There couldn't be another soul who climaxed just from having her breasts tormented like this.
And she'd gone off so spectacularly that even as I held her and carried her, she was still panting like mad.
The sight was so arousing it made me want to fuck her right then and there.
Not that I'd say it out loud, but while I'd teased Viola to multiple orgasms, I hadn't cum properly myself.
My cock was swollen to its limit, but I hadn't found satisfaction through her yet.
So now, I intended to get mine.
I didn't care if Viola was exhausted and drained. She'd climaxed over and over to her heart's content, so it was only fair I did the same.
Back at the cabin with Viola in my arms, I didn't waste time.
"Priest... Father..."
"Miss Viola, I'm going in."
"Y-Yes...?"
-Plunge...!
"Haaaaaaaang...!"
Before she could even respond properly, I thrust my cock deep inside her.
-Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
Holding Viola in my arms, I started using her exactly like an onahole.
I pounded into her limp, unresisting body with wild abandon, and she began moaning like a bitch in heat.
"Aaaang, aaang, s-suddenly, thrusting in, aaang, uuuaang, aaang, haaaang...!"
Her voice was so damn hot, but it still wasn't enough.
I wanted to thrust more, deeper, harder.
I wanted to torment her further, impale her again and again, leave my mark inside her over and over.
Driven by that primal urge, I fucked her even more fiercely.
-Plap!! Plap!! Plap!! Plap!! Plap!! Plap!! Plap!! Plap!!
"Haaaaak... haaang, nnng, aaang, aaang, aaaang, aaang, Father, Father, Fatherrrr...!"
She called my name repeatedly, but I ignored her, pounding away relentlessly.
I slammed my hips upward, driving my cock into her pussy again and again.
"Aaang, aaang, aaang, Father, s-slowly, slowly, sloooowlyyy...!"
Viola was begging me to go easy.
Her, of all people—daring to ask me.
A masochistic nun who came just from breast play.
She'd already had her fill, hadn't she?
Whether it was annoyance at her words or just the urge to torment her more, I didn't care.
-Whoosh! -Smack!
I irritably slapped her ass hard, the impact ringing out crisply.
"Hiyaaaaaaaah...♡"
Viola squealed in ecstasy like the masochistic pervert she was and came on the spot.
Of course—getting spanked while being relentlessly pounded sent her over the edge.
Her lewd, masochistic body, the situation of being fucked senseless by me, and the prior breast torment all piled up...
Either way, she was a masochistic sow who came from a spanking.
"H-haaak... haak... haak... haak..."
"You came from a spanking on the ass, didn't you."
"Ugh... th-that's... huuu..."
Even innocent little Viola knew how perverted that was.
She was pure, but she had a baseline knowledge of this stuff—at least theoretically.
"Miss Viola."
"Y-Yes... yeees..."
"...I'll keep going until I'm satisfied."
"Eh? W-Wait... just a moment... Fath..."
-Plap!!
"Fatherrrr♡"
I thrust my hips up hard, making her writhe and cry out, then kept slamming into her while holding her tight.
How many times did I pound her? She couldn't even moan anymore.
-Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
I shook my hips relentlessly, over and over, with her limp body cradled in my arms.
"Miss Viola, I'm cumming."
-Spurt!! Spuuurt!!
My semen shot deep inside her, and Viola shuddered violently as she felt it flood her.
"Huuuuwuuh...".
Viola couldn't speak, just heaved deep breaths.
I laid her down, memorized her ravaged form, then cast Clean Magic on her.
Her soiled body came clean, and I covered her with the blanket before stepping outside.
With my lust sated, I felt reasonably satisfied—no urge to ravage her more.
Though I could go again anytime; my stamina and libido were endless.
But I stopped because...
...Benedict von Krushal, future Grand Master of the Holy Knights, was more capable than I'd expected.
I hadn't thought he'd finish surveying this vast forest so quickly. I was inwardly surprised.
"You've worked hard, Brother Benedict."
"You were waiting. Thank you, Brother Kasian."
He looked unfazed, but he'd clearly expended some energy.
His once-pristine clothes were dirtied now.
Still, no monster around here could've overwhelmed him. His fatigue was just from covering such a wide area.
"What did the survey reveal?"
"...No major issues. I scoured the entire forest, and the only dangerous creatures were Devil Boars at worst. The village guards or hunters could handle those."
He'd assessed that much? As expected of one of the original story's male leads.
"Even so, I'm not entirely sure."
"About what?"
"The source of the abnormal mana detected by the Holy Nation."
I flinched.
I was hiding it well now, but it made me hyper-aware I could slip up anytime.
"Could it be a measurement error from the Holy Nation?"
"That's possible enough. Though unlikely."
"That's possible" meant he'd consider my input.
I liked his attitude—not blindly trusting his Holy Nation roots. If only he weren't a threat who could kill me.
"For now, we'll end today's survey. Tomorrow, I'll comb through more thoroughly."
Comb more thoroughly...
......A brilliant idea struck me.
One to deceive him, make him a hero, and escape his suspicions.
"Shall I help?"
"You want to assist?"
"Yes. I'm fairly confident in combat."
He'd be suspicious.
Gauging my actual strength, whether I could fight.
But he wouldn't figure it out.
The gap between us was insurmountable, even if he died and revived a thousand times.
Even in the original story, one-on-one, he couldn't beat me.
That's why they formed a party: Saintess Viola at the lead, Benedict as Grand Master, genius mage Stroud from the tower, top elf warrior-archer Wirdin, and merchant Rinaldo handling logistics and economy.
Those five barely scraped a win against Demetrius de Belpert... me.
Obviously, I'm weaker now than in the novel—far from combat, and I get stronger as Demon King.
Still, instinctively, I knew.
Benedict was far, far inferior to me.
That's why I was confident. He couldn't gauge me, and he'd have to bring me along despite his wariness.
"...Yes, that doesn't sound like boasting. You're quite trained."
He could only judge my build and muscles, but even that would tell him I'd trained extensively.
"In a rural place like this, exercise is all there is to do."
"Fair point. If you weren't a priest, you'd make a fine village guard captain."
He meant it sincerely, not as mockery.
The village guards were unreliable.
"Then, let's head out together tomorrow morning."
"Yes, after breakfast."
And so, my fateful promise with Benedict was set.
That night, after both Viola and Benedict were asleep...
...I quietly rose, cast a soundproofing spell.
Once my room was a perfect sound barrier, I unblocked the bat's ears and mouth.
Prep time.
"...Sebastian, you have work to do."