It Seems This Place Is Quite Sensitive
As you said, Priestess, I slipped off my pants and underwear, exposing my lower body.
I realized in an instant that the tension here was several times greater than yesterday's situation.
It wasn't the half-dreamy sensation of being hugged from behind and rocked the way it had been yesterday.
We were sharing visual information about just one part of my body, and Priestess Isabel knelt beneath me...
I felt shame and excitement far beyond what it had been yesterday.
At this point, the idea of changing positions seemed impossible to voice.
Priestess was clearly embarrassed by the way things had turned out, lightly blushing as she brushed her hair aside.
"I've never seen Rowen's thing like this before... ha, but I need to get used to it. U-um... could I observe it just a little longer?"
"Eh? Ah, yes! Of course. As much as you like, or... I mean..."
Why did such a dumb response come out?
This wasn't like serving customers or anything.
My foolish answer seemed to ease Priestess's tension a bit; she raised a finger to her lips, gave a soft chuckle, and slowly... looked at my penis.
With wide, doe-like eyes, she spoke as if talking to herself.
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"Rowen's is... really big and long. And thick too... the veins inside are bulging like that."
"I wonder if this huge pouch is making that sticky thing from yesterday. Ah, it looks so heavy... and it's hanging underneath like this..."
"Oh...! It twitched just now..."
There was no way it wouldn't twitch.
Priestess's small, beautiful face was already so close to my penis that I could feel her warm breath.
As I looked down at her focusing intently with her eyes fixed on my penis while she described it in a seductive way...
...it felt oddly like she was talking to my thing, which was strange.
Of course, it wasn't only shame that rose.
Her way of observing and describing my penis felt strangely like admiration, which strangely boosted my inner self-confidence.
"Um... the light is coming in from outside, so if anyone sees... should I close the curtains?"
"No need. I can sense anyone from far away, and since we're on a hill, no one would see us anyway?"
"Y-yes... I see..."
"Huhuhu. Then now... I'll make you feel good right away?"
"Feel good..."
Her tone had changed a bit. Was it just my imagination?
In reality, it meant the same thing as healing or feeling good.
"Ah..."
"Ungh..."
Priestess started stroking my penis just like yesterday.
She held the base of my long, thick penis with her delicate hand and began slowly stroking it up and down, as if teasing.
It was already quite hard.
The clear precum flowed out heavily, instantly dirtying her hand.
As her fingers glided along my penis, my precum seeped between them, and the stroking became smoother and rhythmic.
Every time she widened the area she stroked, the smooth part grew...
Naturally the movement grew larger, and the view above showed my penis vigorously throbbing inside Priestess's hand.
"Ungh..."
Focusing hard while slightly frowning her long eyelashes as she stroked my penis.
Her lips parted slightly with a faint blush... something I had never seen before, I couldn't look away.
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Zzip. Zzup... Zzk... Zzk zzk zzk...
The vulgar friction sounds filled the living room just like yesterday.
*I'm really enjoying this...*
Could my intense mercenary life even allow this?
It felt like reality had been left far behind since yesterday.
I glanced around with a small, happy moan.
The quiet, neat atmosphere of the mansion.
Without turning on the lights, we bathed in the warm morning sunlight coming through the windows.
Natural shadows fell over us.
In that strange silence, Priestess Isabel knelt before me, stroking my penis...
...the scene felt completely surreal.
...Ugh!
Lost in a dreamy haze, a strange sensation came from below.
The skin had peeled off from the long strokes, revealing my large pink glans.
The clear fluid still dripped from the tip.
Dammit... how much was I leaking...
Priestess stared at the sight for a moment, then moved her hand away from the base and gently touched my glans.
"...Hah..."
"S-sorry! Rowen, did it hurt?"
"No. It just... felt tingly... it wasn't painful."
"Oh... Is this place very sensitive? Then... I'll be extra careful. I saw in some biology textbook that men have erogenous zones there too..."
Priestess hesitated for a moment before beginning to gently caress my glans with utmost softness and kindness.
It...
Every time the glans touched her skin, a reflexive tingling sensation rose, making my penis tense.
Was it because it was exposed to the outside that it felt sensitive?
But as Priestess started caressing a little at a time,
my clear precum immediately covered the entire glans, making it smooth.
Perhaps it was the coating effect, because I seemed to grow a little more used to the tingling sensation.
"Haaah..."
Suddenly, Priestess's thumb brushed softly under my glans, and I let out a slightly relieved voice along with the rising goosebumps.
"Ah, Priestess, there... haaah..."
"Umm, Rowen. This feels good...?"
"Yes... yes..."
In a reflex, I answered that.
Isabel Priestess didn't hesitate and immediately focused on that spot.
She gave a little pressure with her thumb, rubbing up and down,
and switched to her index finger, lightly tapping and lightly stroking the surface.
Priestess stroked hard under my glans while looking up at me.
As if asking if she was meeting my expectations, she met my gaze with a strangely pitiful expression.
Her lips parted slightly as if drooling...
The sight made my penis throb painfully.
The movements grew more rhythmic, approaching climax.
Soon Priestess was gently stroking my penis with one hand while furiously rubbing my glans with the other, which I had said felt good.
The good pressure, the gentle brush of the wind on my penis, and the warm breath...
All of it together made it impossible to hold back any longer.
But the position worried me.
It looked like it would come out massively, like yesterday...
"Priestess... ah, it looks like it's about to come... shouldn't you... u-um, a towel or..."
"Umm, it's fine. Don't worry about coming. I have my own thoughts too."
Saying "coming" meant "ejaculating" after all.
Thinking about such trivial things, I focused on the rising pleasure.
She had said not to think, so I relaxed my mind...
Ugh!
"I'm... coming!"
Vurururur! Vururur...
Along with an intense release sensation, a massive amount of semen shot out.
The extreme pleasure hadn't yet adapted to my mind, but it was hard to recover.
Still, I felt the sensation of Priestess grabbing my penis and bending it downward at the end.
In a hazy daze, I looked down.
Vurut. Vurur...
"Ahng..."
Swallowing.
Even in the haze, I unconsciously swallowed dry.
Priestess was holding my penis and directing the semen stream toward herself.
Exactly toward those huge... breasts.
As if to ensure no residue remained inside me, she gently stroked my penis to pull out everything.
Priestess simply stayed kneeling until I finished ejaculating.
I stared at Priestess's full breasts with a blank expression.
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Her skin, exposed under the robe, was completely soaked in my semen.
The massive sticky semen seemed unable to bear its weight and tried to flow down a little...
Priestess let out a short "Ah..." and hurriedly lifted the thick semen streams one by one with her fingers.
Then she laid the semen back onto her breasts.
Even so, as the semen tried to flow down again, Priestess hesitated in confusion for a moment, then began gently wiping and spreading the semen on her breasts.
As if trying to erase the heavy streams...
The white liquid was pressed into her pale skin, and a vulgar shine immediately appeared on the cream-colored robe over her exposed breasts.
Priestess's smooth breasts, now glistening with my semen.
I stared at the scene blankly for a long time.
You didn't... intend... to do this... but...
Eventually, Priestess crossed her arms, hugging her soft breasts.
The semen that seemed about to flow down again was now pooled on her breasts.
Priestess stood up gently in that state and said to me, a little embarrassed.
"Then... I'll go wash for a moment, okay?"
In that gentle, soft voice,
I simply nodded without saying a word, again and again.