Chapter 735: The Sixth Apostle
Chapter 735: The Sixth Apostle
Let me say it again: my Dick was ramrod straight, its tip pressing against Vanessa’s lower abdomen.
For her to be gripping it in a reverse hold and stroking it back and forth in that state… it was as if she were trying to coax me into finishing on her stomach. It made her actions feel all the more perverse and erotic.
Not that I have a particular fetish for making a mess on the outside, mind you.
But in this world, where the system is fundamentally based on finishing inside, ejaculating anywhere else couldn't help but feel strangely decadent.
To finish outside meant that the act was purely for pleasure, completely unrelated to leveling up or anything else.
Well, it’s true that we were currently exploring each other’s bodies purely for pleasure, not for the sake of leveling up.
In any case, with that in mind, I began to slowly undress her so I could finish directly on her stomach.
It wasn't just about cumming, either; it wouldn't be right to dirty Vanessa's only set of casual clothes.
But as I did, Vanessa objected.
“…Why are you undressing me?”
“Why? I should be asking you what you mean by that. What? Am I not allowed to? Do you want to do it with your clothes on?”
“Th-That’s not…! I didn’t mean that….”
But it seemed she had just spoken reflexively to hide her embarrassment. Faced with my logical rebuttal, Vanessa couldn't say another word. She lowered her head and pretended to be engrossed in giving me a handjob.
Well, to say she was pretending might be an exaggeration, as she was actually being quite diligent.
Her soft hand traveled up and down my shaft several times, and it felt so good that I twitched involuntarily.
“Ngh… Does something like this… feel good to you…?”
Vanessa must have felt my Dick twitching in her palm, because she muttered the question under her breath, as if to hide her embarrassment behind a low moan.
“Well, yeah. It’s the same for you, isn’t it?”
“…What do you mean by that?”
“Here, let me show you.”
Instead of explaining with words, I slipped my hand under her skirt.
Oh, by the way, I’d already taken off her top.
All Vanessa had on her upper body now was the underwear covering her large breasts.
Because of that, the tip of my Dick was now rubbing directly against the skin of her lower abdomen instead of through her clothes, which felt even better than before.
Anyway, after slipping my hand under her skirt, I traced a path up her firm thigh, heading toward her center.
Soon, my fingertips felt the sensation of damp cloth.
“Ngh?!”
Perhaps embarrassed at being caught already wet, a moan escaped Vanessa’s lips as her grip on me tightened slightly.
But it was too soon to be embarrassed.
“Khhng?!”
Pushing the damp fabric aside, I slid my middle and ring fingers together deep inside her wetness.
Then, I curled my fingers slightly, stimulating the sensitive spot inside by scraping it gently. Vanessa bent forward, leaning against me as a high, nasal moan escaped her.
Thanks to that, her firm, underwear-clad breasts pressed against my chest, which felt incredibly good for me, too.
“This is what I mean. It feels good for you too when I use my hand like this, doesn't it?”
“Ngh, khh… This and that are… nghk… completely different…!”
“No, they’re the same. What’s so different?”
“What you’re doing is… hngh?! I-Isn’t it… unfair…?”
At first, I thought she was trying to argue that a handjob and being fingered were somehow different, but from the way she spoke, that didn't seem to be her meaning.
Was she saying that anything I did was inherently an unfair act?
“Unfair? Let me clear this up in case you’re misunderstanding, but I’m not using any Saint skills right now, you know?”
“I-I know… Khhng?! B-But that’s not the problem….”
This is purely my own ability! It’d be a problem if you mistook it for my Saint skills!
Well, my techniques had naturally improved as my Saint level increased, so I suppose I’d have nothing to say if she claimed it was all thanks to my job as a Saint.
Still, I tried to defend myself to clear up the misunderstanding, but it seemed that wasn’t what Vanessa meant either.
“Hm? Then what is the problem?”
“Ugh… Khng… Hngh…?!”
Completely baffled, I pressed her for an answer, but Vanessa seemed to have no intention of replying.
I really don’t get it.
If she didn’t think I was using a skill, then what exactly was unfair?
Was she saying that the Saint job itself was unfair?
No, but from her tone, that didn’t seem to be it either.
I pondered it, but no answer came to mind.
And even as I tilted my head in confusion, my fingers buried inside Vanessa didn’t stop moving.
“Nn… Ngh… P-Please, stop….”
“Hm? Ah, you want me to stop? Does it not feel good?”
“Hngh?! Nngh… If you don’t want me to calm down… hoot… you can keep going, I don’t mind….”
As I scraped her sensitive spot hard one more time, Vanessa’s heels lifted slightly and a high-pitched moan burst from her lips.
But even as her insides clenched tightly around my fingers, she lowered her voice again and shot me a threatening comment.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll stop.”
How scary. To threaten me like that.
Her threat was quite effective, since her hand had already been practically motionless for a little while now.
And so, reluctantly, I had no choice but to pull my fingers out of her.
“Hahh… haah… haah….”
As my fingers withdrew, Vanessa’s hips trembled for a moment while she caught her breath.
Then, finally, the hand gripping my Dick resumed its back-and-forth motion.
Her body was still leaning against mine, her firm breasts pressed fully against my chest.
Even so, she tried to pull her hips back just a little.
With her upper body pressed so tightly against me, I knew she wasn't doing it out of shyness.
She must have simply thought my Dick was pressing too hard against her lower abdomen.
And she was right; with our bodies so close, the pressure was much stronger than before.
So strong that it was creating a slight indent in her firm, toned stomach.
“Ngh…?!”
But knowing that, I deliberately grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled her in tight against me.
As a result, my Dick once again pressed hard against her firm stomach.
Vanessa stopped moving her hand again and stared intently into my eyes, as if she didn't understand the meaning of my actions.
She might not have understood my intent, but she must have taken it in a lewd way, because her face flushed a shade redder than before, which was adorable.
“Keep going, just like this.”
Ignoring her confusion, I slowly began to move my own hips back and forth.
Grinding my Dick against her lower abdomen.
“Ugh…?! Th-This is…! Kkh…!”
As if she never imagined I would start moving like I was masturbating against her stomach, Vanessa’s face turned bright red and her body trembled.
“Are you not going to… keep going?”
“……”
Despite her shock, Vanessa slowly began to move her hand up and down again.
“…Kkh. What on earth is this….”
She wore an expression that said she was having a hard time dealing with my pervertedness.
But Vanessa, the truth is, you’re pretty turned on too, aren’t you?
I tightened my grip on her buttocks and spread them slightly. A viscous liquid dripped from under her skirt, landing on the floor with a soft splat.
“Ugh…?!”
Well, in a way, it was to be expected.
Didn’t I just say that because finishing inside is the norm in this world, acts like this can feel even more erotic?
Even I felt that way.
For Vanessa, who was born and raised in this world, this situation must feel far more perverse.
“Mmm. Grinding against your stomach feels good, Vanessa.”
“Kkh….”
As proof, just my whisper was enough to make Vanessa’s body tremble once more.
“Vanessa.”
“…What is it?”
“Can I cum like this?”
“……”
To my follow-up question, Vanessa didn’t answer.
Instead, she tightened her grip on my Dick and began to move her hand more vigorously than before.
As if to coax me into finishing.
Honestly, her lack of experience was obvious—it was a handjob you couldn’t call skillful even with the kindest of words—but it seemed she instinctively knew how to bring me to climax.
“I want to cum while kissing you.”
“Ngh… Mmph… Mmm… Mph… Hnngh…?! Ugh….”
At my whisper, Vanessa immediately pressed her lips to mine. Feeling the full sensation of her body against mine, I came all over her stomach.
And in time with me, for some reason, Vanessa’s body also trembled violently before her tension melted away, and she leaned against me with a languidness that wasn’t there before.
“Hoo. That felt good.”
“Haah, haah… Why something like this feels good… is difficult, hooh… to understand.”
“Really?”
“…What do you mean by that?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Was she trying to play innocent?
Well, if I push too hard, she might get sulky, so I’ll let it go for now.
“…Besides, as you can see, it hasn’t calmed down at all.”
Vanessa, also wanting to drop the subject, blatantly changed it.
She gave my Dick a slight squeeze, as if to confirm the hardness of the shaft that was still ramrod straight in her hand.
“Of course. It would be a problem for you too if it calmed down already, wouldn’t it?”
“Not particularly… Hyaah?!”
Vanessa tried to play innocent at my nonchalant tone, but when I moved the hand that had been gripping her butt and poked her vulva from behind with my fingertips, she had an intense reaction.
Moreover, she must not have imagined I would suddenly poke her there through her skirt, because she let out an incredibly cute squeal.
“Oh.”
“Kkgh…?!”
Naturally, I was about to comment on her little cry, but Vanessa’s expression immediately hardened as she glared at me, a look that said she wouldn’t let it slide if I pointed out the sound she just made.
I don’t think she needs to be that embarrassed. It was cute.
Besides, in just a little while… well, I suppose I can let her off the hook for now.
“Nn-kkh….”
Instead, I began to stimulate her by moving my fingertips in a circular motion, rubbing her through the fabric of her skirt.
She was now completely conscious of the cute sound she’d made. Even as she moaned, she intentionally lowered her voice more than usual, and I couldn’t help but find it adorable.
“It would be a problem for you too, wouldn’t it?”
“……”
When I posed the same question again, Vanessa didn’t try to play innocent this time.
Well, she didn’t answer either.
But she has a habit of going silent whenever a topic is disadvantageous to her, so I think it’s safe to take her silence as a yes.
Once again, I couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across my face as I looked at her.
At the same time, I lifted the hand that wasn’t stimulating her through her skirt and began to spread my semen, which was dirtying her lower abdomen, evenly across her entire stomach.
“Ugh?! Wh-What…?!”
Of course, Vanessa’s body trembled at the action, and she reacted intensely.
What am I doing? Isn’t it obvious?
“Hm? Marking. That you’re mine.”
“Uuugh! You don’t have to do something like this…! Ngh, kkh….”
At my casual reply, Vanessa reflexively started to shout something.
But she cut herself off mid-sentence, as if realizing what she was about to say.
“I don’t have to do this, because… what?”
“……”
Come on. I told you to stop going silent when you’re at a disadvantage.
Besides, you’re the one who started this line of thought.
Still, she’s cute.
“Because even if I don’t do this, you’re already mine?”
Since she wouldn’t say it, I decided to finish her sentence for her.
“Kkh….”
“If that’s the case, you could just say so honestly. Haaah… where did the Vanessa who passionately confessed her love to me, even using informal speech, go… Mmph.”
As I muttered this in a deliberately lamenting tone, Vanessa, who had been trembling, finally crashed her lips against mine once more.