Living However the Fuck (7)
Celereja was wearing an oversized shirt that didn't quite fit her. It hung down to cover her thighs, revealing smooth legs beneath. She was probably naked underneath.
"Come in, Saintess."
Celereja shuffled timidly into the room, closed the door behind her, and stood there. I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting silently. She clutched the dangling sleeves together, twisting her body as she stole glances at me. Then she toddled over slowly.
"Bertrand..."
A faint scent of soap wafted from Celereja as she stood right in front of me. Looking down at me, she began unbuttoning the shirt one by one.
"It's embarrassing, but... I'll show you... the big, white breasts you like so much..."
As the buttons came undone, the shirt slipped off her slender shoulders. Her heavy breasts were laid bare before my eyes. They were snow-white and soft, with cute pink nipples already stiffened and swollen. Fresh from her bath, beads of sweat and water droplets clung to them.
Celereja undid the last button and let the shirt drop to the floor. Her narrow waist curved into firm, healthy thighs, and between them, a patch of ash-gray pubic hair veiled her valley. Unlike Idi's thick jungle of black curls, Celereja's was nearly light gray, neatly trimmed short.
I stared openly, and she shyly covered her crotch with her hand before speaking.
"Just in case... I trimmed it regularly at the temple..."
"At the temple...? You mean you secretly spread your legs and shaved in a holy place...?"
"Eeng..."
Imagining that depraved, obscene scene, blood rushed below despite myself, and I started getting rock-hard. Celereja, embarrassed even by her own words, let out a weird noise and threw her arms around me.
"I'm unfit to be a saintess... I fell the moment I gave you my virginity..."
I wanted to say something, but with my face buried between her massive tits, I couldn't open my mouth. So I just inhaled her scent deeply. Soap, a hint of sweat, and the naturally alluring aroma of her body mingled, stimulating my groin even more fiercely.
"You kept not doing it with me... and all these pretty girls kept coming to the inn... I was worried you'd thrown me away..."
Celereja rubbed her breasts against my face as she whispered.
"I'm a cleric devoted to the Goddess, sure... but in the mortal world, I've given everything to you... You can't abandon me..."
Celereja, who endured a miserable childhood and was forcibly separated from her mother, becoming a saintess against her will. She'd been prickly and cold to everyone like a hedgehog to protect herself. I'd saved her from those lecherous priests and reached out a hand, so naturally she was emotionally dependent on me—obsessively so. Otherwise, she wouldn't commute from the temple to the inn every day, or put on nightly displays of seduction right in front of me.
I pushed her back gently and lifted my head to meet her eyes. With the door closed, blocking Asenaris's chill, sweat beaded on her forehead. I wrapped an arm around her waist, kneading her ass with the other hand as I spoke.
"Abandon you? If that were the case, I wouldn't let you stay at the inn for free. I want to see you every day—that's why."
At my words, Celereja blushed but hesitated, not fully believing me.
"But... you don't even look at me... and you're surrounded by way prettier staff..."
"I'm the innkeeper. Gotta manage the employees somehow. Doesn't mean I've abandoned you. I wanted to be with you too, but one thing after another kept piling up."
"Really...? You really wanted to be with me?"
Desperate for confirmation, Celereja pressed closer, whispering anxiously. I pulled her waist in, rubbing my cheek against her smooth belly as I replied.
"Of course. Why would I leave such a pretty saintess all alone?"
"Heek..."
Unable to hold back any longer, she reached out and stripped off my shirt. Then she climbed onto my lap, sucking wildly at my nape. Her hot breath, lips, and saliva-slick tongue bit and lapped at my neck, making lewd slurping sounds.
"Bertrand..."
Moving from my nape to nibble my earlobe, she whispered in a melting voice right by my ear.
"Don't do it with anyone else. Not Della, not Idi, not Marim, not Pelle, not Francois."
Truth be told, I'd already done it with a few of them, but I'm no idiot—I'd never tell Celereja that. I just nodded.
"Got it. I won't."
"And that new girl who started today."
"Piana?"
"Piana or whatever. That milky-white cow with the huge tits—don't do it with her either. You only do it with me. Got it...?"
Her voice was soft and sweet, but laced with jealousy and a hint of anger. Having grown up young in an emotionally unstable environment... it wasn't hard to understand.
"I've given you everything... so you give everything to me too..."
Celereja planted indiscriminate kisses on my forehead, cheeks, and nose bridge. Her hand slid down, pushing my pants aside to caress my rigid shaft.
"This only goes inside me... never anyone else..."
Celereja slid off my lap and knelt between my legs. She undid my pants and tugged them down to my thighs. My hidden cock sprang free, splattering the precum beaded at the tip across her nose.
"Ahmm...!"
She yelped softly, wiping the fluid from her nose with her hand. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked it off her fingers.
"Heet... Bertrand's taste..."
One hand gripped the base of my shaft, the other cradled my balls as she brought her mouth to the tip. Her warm breath tickled the glans, making it twitch hard and leak more clear fluid. Like foam overflowing a mug of beer, she quickly pressed her lips to it and slurped it up with a smack.
As her lips sealed just below the head and her tongue worked up and down, I couldn't hold back—I grabbed her head.
"Thanks for the meal~"
Just as Celereja was about to take the glans into her mouth, a sudden chill ran down my spine. I bolted upright. Celereja looked up at me, my cock resting on her nose.
"What's wrong...?"
"Hold on."
I pulled up my pants and quietly approached the door. Listening for a moment, I yanked it open.
"Eek!"
Someone crouched by the door yelped in surprise and fell on their ass. I grabbed their ankle as they tried to scramble back.
"Ow...!"
"Piana...?!"
Incredibly, it was Piana. She gave an awkward smile, her ankle in my grip.
"What the...?!"
Celereja, hastily covering herself with her shirt and following behind me, screamed at the sight of Piana on the floor.
I dragged Piana inside by the ankle and shut the door. With Celereja naked and me shirtless, causing a scene would only draw the other staff—and that'd be a disaster.
Piana pulled her knees up, rubbing her ankle. Celereja retreated behind me, hiding.
"I said to stay quiet... Busted."
Piana sighed with a wry smile, like it couldn't be helped.
What the hell was that supposed to mean? No way... She'd been eavesdropping outside?
"Bertrand..."
Celereja clung to my back, calling my name in a trembling voice. This situation must be mortifying for her. If word spread that the city's only saintess was caught naked in bed with the innkeeper, she'd be done at the temple—and face church discipline for sure.
And Piana wasn't like the others with our long-built trust. Begging her to keep quiet wouldn't work without that foundation. She might even use it to demand something outrageous.
What now...?
"Piana... what were you doing outside the door? How much did you see?"
"Up to the saintess kneeling between your legs, Bertrand."
Shit... She'd seen everything?
Damn it all. I'd been too distracted by Celereja's body to notice sooner.
"Piana, don't misunderstand. We were just... performing holy healing."
Celereja, peeking from behind me, spouted some lame excuse.
Who does holy healing naked in the middle of the night, Saintess...?
"I've never heard of holy healing involving grabbing a man's cock naked, Saintess."
Piana shot it down immediately, shutting Celereja up.
"Bertrand... what do we do...?"
Celereja whispered low in my ear. I shook my head, watching Piana slowly stand.
"Beats me..."
I racked my brain for a way out, but nothing good came. Surprisingly, it was Piana who offered the solution—not me or Celereja.
"Well, busted. No helping it."
With that, she suddenly reached toward me. The moment her hand glowed brilliant gold, my vision went black and consciousness faded.