EP.96 We Won!
Hoo, kkhk, kkeuh.
As the sun completely set and the sinister dusk crawled into the room, the Hero’s overflowing tears showed no signs of stopping.
Even as I held the Hero tightly from behind and occasionally patted her head gently, these attempts seemed only to momentarily soothe her thoughts, unable to remove their source.
It was a small blessing that I had managed to drape a thin outer garment over the Hero’s bare body.
In reality, the Hero had fiercely shaken her head, refusing to wear it, but perhaps my sweet-talking that a man preferred to wear at least a little clothing had worked, and eventually, she wore something.
Still, the situation remained dim.
After all, there was just a thin cloth draped between two naked bodies.
Of course, it was better than nothing, but I was silently aware that this mere measure was practically inadequate.
Swish.
Huh, huh!
Just as I was about to slowly withdraw my arms that were tightly holding the Hero, she suddenly turned her head and urgently scanned my face with despair-filled eyes.
Seeing the signs of her tears welling up again, I ended up embracing her once more with all my might.
Ugh! Kkeuh. Umpf, huh.
Then, just like that, the Hero regained her composure and was filled with a blissful sense of relief.
I was going crazy.
Not because the Hero seemed like a lost lamb crying softly whenever I tried to distance myself from her.
But because I was wrapping my arms around this enchanting body that was impossibly soft and even ignited male desires.
The heady scent that seemed to invade my brain made it an endless trial for me.
Just a brief moment’s release of the tightly-held reins of reason made this woman mine. The supreme pleasure I could fully enjoy.
This feeling, as if all the blood in my entire body was rushing south, was a reckless impulse I had never even felt during my passionate school days.
Hero… Do I really please you that much…?
Nod, nod.
The Hero nodded vigorously without a word at my feeble question, carefully placing her trembling hand on my arm that embraced her.
Her fingertips were shaking.
If the Hero’s true intention was merely to overlap bodies with me, there was no need for such complicated procedures.
The Hero could have possessed me anytime she wanted.
If the Hero sincerely wanted to embrace me, no matter how much I resisted with all my might, there was no way I could shove away even a single finger of the Hero pressing down on my body.
If she didn’t want that, she could have just taken advantage of my unconscious state back when I was passed out.
The fact that she didn’t do that meant the Hero truly wanted more than just my body.
In this world, how many would confess their feelings so openly that they could no longer look away?
I found it laughable that I thought I could seal such fierce affection with just a hand-kiss.
Phew…
Ugh!
Just as I tried to stifle a sigh escaping from my lips, I accidentally let out that sticky breath onto the Hero’s nape.
The Hero, startled by my suddenly damp breath, shook her body for a moment and then glanced at me cautiously.
Hero…
Did she sense some ominous sign in my rather melancholy tone?
Suddenly, the Hero opened her mouth urgently.
I, I don’t want to! Until you agree to intertwine your body with mine! You, Priest, cannot take a step out of this place! At the very least! If you don’t do something hundreds of times lewd than what you did with the Saintess! My heart will never budge!
Coming from the Hero, there was no doubt about the truth behind her words.
Even if I successfully deceived the Hero and managed to escape this dizzying predicament for a moment…
After that, it was evident that the relationship between the Saintess and the Hero would be completely shattered.
Considering they already growled at each other just by meeting eyes, if things became worse here, their relationship—and indeed the very existence of the Blessing Ceremony—would be at risk.
I suddenly thought.
Am I merely looking for a justification to indulge in this tempting body before me?
Regardless of the wishes on the other side, as a clergyman, could I touch someone I’ve cared for since her snot-nosed days and still consider it justifiable?
However.
Despite my mind being mired in duty and self-hatred, my body ultimately succumbed to the primal instinct surging up from my gut.
Huh?
Fzzzt. Fzzzt.
My actions flowed fluidly, but there was still enough space for her to react.
As I hastily tore her clothing to fashion it into cloth to tightly bind her wrists, the Hero was utterly unable to react—not because my quick hands had outsmarted her eyesight.
She must have been utterly bewildered.
She had no clue why I was suddenly binding her wrists. And why would someone like her, who could easily break thick chains, undergo such a trivial act of restraint?
Blink, blink.
From just watching her slowly blinking, I could easily imagine the confusion she felt.
Next, I picked up the aphrodisiac I had set down on the floor.
If you spill it, I’ll stop.
Huh, Priest? What is this! Umpf! Ump!
Right after that.
Just after I gulped down the aphrodisiac in one go, I covered the Hero’s mouth with mine, who was about to voice her doubts.
Brrp! Phew! Ump! Quick! Priest! Ump!
When the sweet liquid unexpectedly invaded my mouth, the Hero seemed to instinctively want to push it out, but it looked like she recalled my resolute words about spilling it and soon began to swallow eagerly.
Glug, glug.
With her tightly shut eyes and her hands bound to her chest, she trembled.
Phew, phew…! Hah… Hah…
The time our lips were intertwined wasn’t long, but it seemed eternal to the Hero, whose panting breath reflected someone who’d run a marathon.
In the midst of this confusing situation, she had not fully comprehended my directive, yet moments ago, she keenly remembered it.
Ah, aah…♡
With her mouth wide open, the Hero proved that she hadn’t spilled a single drop of the drink she received.
Then, I gently pressed my index finger into the center of her cherry blossom-hued tongue.
Well done.
Hii, hinfuuni?
As the Hero’s dazed eyes started to lose their confusion and the heat of pleasure began to fill the moment, I didn’t let it slip by.
Umpf! Chup! Phew! Ump! Quick! Ugh!
With one hand holding the Hero’s bound wrists against the bed, I covered her with my body, completely cutting off her avenues of escape.
Thus, the Hero now had no means to resist against my tongue wildly invading her mouth.
Any guilt over stealing a girl’s first kiss in such a way was of no concern in the face of entwined tongues sharing delight.
Flail, flail.
The Hero’s relatively free legs pushed against the bed sheets and occasionally thumped against them, but there was not even a hint of will to resist.
Her knees striking up involuntarily were like a body seeking an outlet for pleasure that could not be found—what you might call the final desperate signal of a body.
But I certainly had no intention of allowing even that trivial rebellion.
Phew… Stay still…
Ugh, ugh! Yes, yes…
Gently wiping the beads of sweat off her brow, I softly whispered.
As soon as I spoke those words, the Hero, pressing her legs together, glanced at me once more.
Her body trembled restlessly as if having a seizure. Her hair was sticking to her mouth, and oblivious to it, she was panting heavily in a sticky manner, the very image of a human soaked in ecstasy.
If this binding comes loose, I’ll stop. And if you say you don’t want it or that it can’t go on, I’ll stop then too. Also, if you fall unconscious halfway through, it’ll be over right there.
Huh, heeek. H-what?
Such a thing was nonsensical. The Hero, glaring at me with fierce eyes in lieu of her breathless mouth, shot me a forceful protest.
If you dislike this condition, we can stop here…
Huh!
Hah.
Without giving her any space to contemplate, she ultimately stepped into the trap I had laid.
With her brows furrowed and her lips tightly sealed, she wore an expression I hadn’t seen even on the battlefield, filled with a sense of serious resolve.
For some reason, it seemed she believed she could stop any chance of a refusal by sealing her lips.
But unfortunately, ensuring that a woman would say “no” or “that’s enough” had once been my specialty.
The Hero did not know.
While my body was undoubtedly sympathetic, my mind was not.
That day of the Coming-of-Age Ceremony, a young priest who had been dragged off by classmates and didn’t even manage to hold a girl’s hand…
I did hold a hand.
A conversation I had once had with the Sister suddenly resurfaced in my mind.
On the day of the Coming-of-Age Ceremony. A certain young priest’s story about being chased away after holding a girl’s hand became quite famous in the monastery I lived in.
Even I, the subject of that rumor, had to admit it was understandable.
So much so that a clergyman could defeat the ace of the Coming-of-Age Ceremony just by holding hands and chatting a few times.
Even I would want to see that face.
Huh.
Suddenly, the chuckle escaping my lips made the Hero flinch.
In her eyes, mingled with fear of the unknown and vague expectations, my figure looking down at her with an enchanting smile reflected like a mirror.
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