Sea Story (13)
Idwild wrapped her hands around the doorknob and jerked back in alarm. Seeing that, Della grabbed it again, but she seemed completely unfazed.
"What's wrong?"
"Isn't it hot...? You scared me..."
Marim bounced over playfully and seized the knob with a sudden grab. She showed no reaction either.
"Weird...?"
Pelle staggered up from the sofa at the sight. She shoved Della and Marim aside to grip the knob herself.
"Urk...!"
Pelle yanked her hand away as if burned and stumbled off balance. Della and Marim caught her from both sides, preventing a fall.
"Are you okay, Lady Pelle?"
Della checked Pelle's palm. There were no marks or burns, but Pelle grimaced in pain, brows furrowed.
"Why does it only hurt Lady Pelle and Lady Idwild?"
"Looks like... holy power..."
Idwild gave Pelle a meaningful look, and Pelle nodded curtly in agreement.
Francois, who had watched the whole thing, called the staff over.
"Everyone, come here. Looks like the Saintess is sleeping in that room. We have to be quiet so we don't wake her."
"Hmph... So where the hell did the boss go, then?"
Della tilted her head curiously, and Marim narrowed her eyes with a teasing grin.
"Maybe he's off seducing some pretty noble girls for a hot time?"
"N-no way... Master wouldn't do that..."
Della said it, but she looked anxious enough to start biting her nails. Idwild just scratched her head, while Pelle ignored Marim entirely and flopped back onto the sofa.
Francois cleared her throat and personally uncorked a bottle of liquor. The fragrant aroma spread, snapping Idwild out of her daze as she giggled goofily and shuffled to the table.
"Della, Marim... come on quick... let's have a midnight snack..."
"But Master hasn't come back yet... We don't even know what he's doing..."
Pelle muttered from the sofa, sounding utterly unimpressed.
"He's a grown-ass man. He'll handle his dick however he wants..."
"I've never even had that lower part... Oh crap...!"
Della clamped both hands over her mouth mid-mumble. Her blue eyes darted nervously around the room, checking the others. Luckily, no one seemed to have caught her slip-up—they were all gathering at the table, each grabbing a bottle.
"Sis Della! Don't just stand there—hurry up! Forget about Master for now!"
"O-okay..."
Pinned beneath Celereja, I let out a sigh of relief as the staff's voices faded into the distance.
What a scheming woman... Locking the door wasn't enough—she had to layer it with holy power too...
Celereja, who had been holding still, resumed her work. She bit, nibbled, licked, and sucked at my lips, gums, and tongue with her teeth and lips.
Earlier, she'd carried me piggyback into the room, dumped me on the bed, grabbed my collar, and somehow maneuvered me flat on my back beneath her. Straddling me, she pinned my wrists above my head and crushed her lips against mine in a bruising kiss. Our tongues tangled in a messy, saliva-drenched frenzy—until the staff suddenly returned to the guest room.
"Won't the girls get suspicious...? We're both gone, door's locked, holy power on the knob..."
"No no no. Absolutely not."
Her lips trailed from mine to my cheeks, then she gnawed at my earlobe while whispering fiercely in my ear.
"You promised. Never stick it anywhere but my body."
She gripped my rock-hard cock tight, the one prodding insistently at her below. Her sweat-slick palm made it twitch even harder.
"See? You're excited. So why haven't you fucked me yet?"
"I wanted to, but shit kept coming up..."
"That's why we're doing it tonight. Ignore everyone else. Look only at me."
Celereja seized my cheeks in both hands, squeezing hard enough to almost slap me.
"Answer me."
"Got it..."
Hearing my intimidation line thrown back at me felt weird as hell. Probably how all the guys I'd bullied felt. But Celereja wasn't done. Suddenly, she slapped my cheek—hard enough to sting a bit, but mostly shocking.
I cupped my face and stared at her.
"Never do it with the other staff. Della, Idwild, Marim, Pelle, Francois. Got it? You saved me, Bertrand. You took my virginity like we'd be together forever, made me sin unforgivably against the Goddess, then just left me hanging. You saved me—so take responsibility."
Her eyes flashed like she might strangle me any second as the words poured out.
"Take responsibility. Take responsibility. You made me a body that can't live without you now. Don't even look at those other bitches. I gave you my virginity—you can do that much, right? Take responsibility."
How do I handle this immature, jealousy-packed, possessive Saintess...? The Goddess who ditched me today feels like a real bitch. Couldn't she have fixed Celereja's personality before leaving?
"Fine. I'll do that. You're the only one for me, Saintess."
A lie. But if I didn't say it, she'd probably kill me or herself. Probably pent-up lust making her like this—better to fuck it out first, then talk calmly.
Satisfied at last, Celereja's expression shifted abruptly to a lewd smile.
"Good... Then let me give you a taste of my body quick."
She reached back to untie her swimsuit at the neck. Sweat glistened on her pale, smooth underarm. Even a deluxe suite couldn't beat the sweltering summer air.
The knot loosened, and the front of her swimsuit flopped down limply. Her full breasts and deep navel came into view, sending a rush of blood south—I was on the verge of bursting.
Celereja seemed to have lost her mind from all the buildup. She looked ready to devour me whole.
Obsessed or not, right now I just wanted to pound into this slutty Saintess's body.
"What're you thinking? That my tits are smaller than Idwild's?"
"No. Just how perfect their shape is—I wanna suck 'em right now."
Pleased, she leaned down, pressing her breasts to my face. Hot heat and a sweet, sweaty scent enveloped me. I grabbed them with both hands, sucking hard on each nipple in turn like a starving babe.
A low moan escaped through her clenched teeth.
"Nngh... Suck harder... Bite 'em too..."
I grazed her nipples with my teeth as ordered. She let out a piercing shriek.
"Kyaaah...!"
As I nursed her tits, she gripped my shaft with one hand, kneading and stroking up and down. The musky sweat scent, the nipples rolling in my mouth, her soft skin and body heat, her slick palm—it was too much. I came hard.
Even as I spurted, she kept pumping, teasing the head, making my hips buck wildly.
"Oh my... You came...? From my hand?"
Grinning ear to ear with genuine delight, she slid down. Lying belly-down on my stomach, she took my cock in her mouth, tongue swirling to clean it. She slurped up the cum on my abs with puckered lips, then licked the rest like a rag.
"Om nom nom nom..."
She swished the mouthful playfully, bubbling it, then gulped it straight down her throat.
"Hee hee... See?"
She pried her mouth open with a finger, sticking out her tongue to show me—clean. Drool dangled from her lower lip.
What kind of Saintess is this slutty...?
"Y-you... are a Saintess, right...? Or do they teach this at the Holy Academy...?"
"I researched it alone for you, Bertrand. How to make you feel good. How to make you think only of me."
She revived my dead cock with holy power. It stood rigid again, unbelievable after just cumming.
Suddenly reminds me of the Goddess...
"Who else are you thinking of now, Bertrand?"
"Gah?! No one! Never."
"Reaaally... Now for something newww..."
Celereja slid to my thighs, slipping her hands behind my knees. She lifted them, flipping my ass toward the ceiling.
"Wh-what're you...?"
Sitting tight against my curled-up back, she peered down between my legs with a wicked grin.