EP.97 Defeated ♥ (1)
Defeat for a Hero is simply unacceptable.
No matter the despair and twists of fate, as a Hero bearing the destiny of this world, kneeling in submission to an enemy is something that must never happen.
In that regard, Abigail was truly a perfect candidate as a Hero.
Even amidst the raging storm of fierce attacks, she kept the spark of hope alive, and in the darkest scenarios where no glimmer of possibility seemed visible, her unwavering gaze was always directed towards a way out.
Thus, she always snatched victory.
A hero seemingly leaping out from a fairy tale. A flawless figure.
In her lexicon, the word “defeat” didn’t exist.
Mm! Hu! Mmm! Bup! Bwah!
Yep, at least until this very moment.
Currently, Abigail had no clue what was happening to her, not even a hazy outline of it.
The happiness of finally pressing her lips against the one she had yearned for all her life was but a fleeting moment.
At this moment, her consciousness had long been overwhelmed by the rosy pleasure brutally invading her mind and slipping into her brain.
Although she had come to fully grasp the knowledge of adult intimacy not long ago, she knew that mixing tongues was merely light foreplay before the main event. A so-called prelude, she had always been aware of that.
‘Is this… Is this merely foreplay…? I-I can’t believe it… Are all the young men and women in the world engaging in such dangerously intoxicating acts as if they were eating…?!’
Though the main event hadn’t even begun, Abigail was already astonished by the pleasure threatening to sever her consciousness.
Contrary to her alarmed concerns, the current situation was far different from the usual intimacy between a man and a woman.
The source of all matter in this world, known as magic power.
In a dungeon overflowing with this abstract resource, her finely-tuned senses, refined to an unimaginable level beyond that of an average human, were undoubtedly a reliable ally during a crisis.
However, in a situation like this, where her senses had become hyper-aware for a different reason, those heightened senses were nothing but a significant hindrance.
Abigail’s blurry gaze suddenly turned towards the Priest in front of her.
A solid body that was unimaginable from his delicate appearance. A sturdy frame.
The primal scent wafting from the drop of sweat falling down his nose was far more addicting than the curious, drug-like aroma.
The moist breath caressing her ear sent delightful shivers down her spine, and the drool that slipped down her throat tasted as sweet as ripe fruit.
All of that, provided by a sense far exceeding that of a human, was driving Abigail mad.
Of course, it wasn’t just anyone that evoked such feelings.
Only this person, only this man, only this male could bring her to such a state, a fact that Abigail unconsciously recognized.
If there was a key to unlock her body’s arousal at any moment, it would undoubtedly be held by the man before her.
Puh, Puhah! Haah! Huh… Huu… Mmm…
The moment he pulled away for breath, Abigail let out a small sigh of relief.
It was a bit embarrassing to have him completely observe her breasts, which were bouncing up and down due to the heavy breathing.
But for now, indulging in this sweet respite, akin to a much-needed rainfall during a drought, took precedence.
Swoosh.
E-heh?
What entered Abigail’s blurry vision, fogged by overwhelming relief, was the Priest gazing intently at her breasts.
She had read in a book before that most men favored large breasts, but seeing him, who typically treated women with indifference, staring so intently at hers felt extraordinarily strange.
Could he not help but be a man after all?
It was at that moment.
A lightning-like thought flickered sharply in her dazed mind.
‘I have it! While the Priest is mesmerized by my breasts at this very moment, I will conserve my strength!’
Her breasts, which occasionally received praise for their shape and the delightful sensation they provided from her female comrades, were something Abigail had never thought much about.
In battles or daily life, they had invariably been a hindrance, and she had sometimes even found them annoying. It was the first time gratitude blossomed for her own breasts.
‘Indeed, there’s nothing useless in this world! Life is long, after all! Well, not that long!’
While the Priest caressed her breasts, Abigail decided to meditate and regain control over her overly sensitive body.
It was a makeshift plan, but she was optimistic about its success.
Unlike the little nerve clusters that were bound to be sensitive, her breasts were merely flesh.
Being touched or sucked on couldn’t possibly deal any real damage.
In fact, when she first learned about the concept of erogenous zones, Abigail had personally checked various parts of her own body and confirmed that she didn’t have any such areas at all.
That’s right, before being a woman, she was a warrior with a noble mission.
This body wasn’t for her own desires; it was a sword for accomplishing her deeds as a Hero.
That epiphany, which made her tear up back then, was one of Abigail’s proudest moments.
‘Huh?’
It was at that moment. A small admiration escaped her, and a tiny question bubbled up.
Her breasts, rising and falling like dough in the oven, were slightly different in shape from what she remembered.
She checked her body every night while bathing, ensuring no unnecessary weight was added or that her muscles were misaligned, as a model for all must be flawless.
Could it be just her imagination?
As she absentmindedly tilted her head, she felt her nipples were slightly more pronounced than usual.
Huff.
Hwegih♡
The Priest cautiously placed his lips at the tip, blowing softly as if extinguishing the flame of a candle, and a pink sensation instantly spread from that spot throughout her body, causing her to shudder momentarily.
S-Shrine Maiden!? J-J-Just a minute! Th-That place! Ughh♡ Priest♡ N-Nooo♡ Argh♡
Hmpf.
Ugh! Ahh♡ Ugg♡ Uggh♡ Mmm♡ Ughp♡ Mmm♡
It was a tremendous misunderstanding.
The idea that he was conserving energy while distracted by her breasts was utterly absurd.
He had only breathed down once, yet that bit of attention felt like it was about to melt her body down in an irrational pleasure flooding her entire being, clearly revealing how disheveled her judgment was.
“I said before, if you say ‘stop’ or ‘no,’ then it ends right there.”
Mmm♡ Mpph♡ Mmm♡ Ugh♡ Mmm♡
The reason she bit down on the bed sheets to silence herself was simply because, in the face of such coarse stimulation, even for just a moment, if she relaxed her tension, she felt like she would blurt out a plea for it to stop.
She couldn’t afford to let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to come together slip away in such a futile manner.
In the swirling pleasure, Abigail perceived a white electric current flickering in her vision, and there was his finger clearly visible among it, with an unpleasant glow.
She had meant to slip it off along with the clothes he was wearing while he was asleep, but for some reason, that disgusting wedding ring, which refused to budge or break, kept her dazed mind from drifting away.
She didn’t want to lose.
Not to that woman.
That’s why she fought desperately against the pleasure.
But.
With her arms tied down and caught in his hold, and her legs pinned beneath him while her breasts were being fondled and sucked.
With her mouth blocked, her body couldn’t find anywhere to let out its pleasure, leading to involuntary movements that occasionally tugged at her consciousness.
Her toes splayed wide. Her waist lifted. The squelching sounds of her wetness echoed.
Abigail was merely worried about how her pitiful appearance would reflect in his eyes.
Hnnn♡ Uuhhhhh♡ Mmmμμμ♡ Uuuuuuh♡
Every time his warm and sticky tongue licked and bit at her nipple, the cries—no, the sounds akin to an animal’s howls—burst forth one after another.
She was keenly aware of the exhaustion seeping into her body.
She hadn’t been this tired even after a whole week of sleepless battles against monsters.
Trying to fend him off had now become an impossible option.
At that moment, a sensation entirely foreign to her began to rise up, like smoke.
Powerlessness.
But not the vexatious kind of fatigue that leaves one feeling despondent; it was a pleasant kind of weakness, bursting forth with bliss and satisfaction.
Being dominated by him, treated like an object felt blissful. Just blissful.
It felt as if the guilt of that day was being washed away. As if she had become his possession.
Heh, Hehh, Uu, Uuuh…♡
After biting down on the sheets like she was going to tear them apart, Abigail carefully pulled her lips away, glistening with saliva, and directed them towards him.
Her limp motions clearly indicated she was craving a kiss.
Whether this action was meant to flirt with him or to suppress any opposing intent that might leak out, even she herself was not sure.
“Adieu…♡”
He quietly leaned in towards Abigail’s half-melted face.
But that destination was not her lips.
A kiss.
After a small peck on her ear, before long, he smirked cunningly.
Hwe?
Abigail’s vacant voice barely articulated the surprise, realizing that his thick finger was moving toward her wetness.
“W-Wait──♡”
The wave of pleasure, beyond any comparison to what she had felt before, swallowed her consciousness whole thereafter.
Even in her hazy awareness, Abigail sensed something dimly.
The night was far from over.
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