The Priest Wants to Retire

EP.258 Epilogue. The Saint Silently Smiles (5)

After softly pressing our lips together, I gently pushed my thick tongue between her tightly closed teeth.

At that moment, her head seemed to flinch slightly, startled by the unfamiliar intrusion, but my grip under her chin firmly kept even the slightest resistance at bay.

“Mmph… mmph…”

As my tongue roughly swept past her teeth, it soon brushed against her soft palate.

Immediately, a deep, intoxicating breath that made my brain tingle began to wet the root of my tongue.

Drop by drop.

Each time the sweet nectar-like saliva trickled down my throat, a thirst, as if my throat were parched, surged uncontrollably.

This isn’t enough. I want more. I want to devour it all without leaving a trace.

When the instinct that overwhelmed my reason screamed such thoughts, my body, already consumed by lust, was moving of its own accord.

“Mmph! Slurp! Mmph!”

Chasing after her soft, retreating tongue with relentless pursuit, I explored every corner of her honey-filled mouth.

Perhaps sensing the crisis instinctively as her breathing grew heavier, the arms of the saintess, which had been limp until now, suddenly clung desperately to my clothes.

Though her eyes were still closed, it didn’t seem like her consciousness had fully returned yet.

Considering that she had only ever lain there like a doll, no matter what I said or did in the past, this reaction could be considered a significant improvement.

“Hoo…”

I briefly pulled away from her lips, which had been tightly pressed against mine.

The sight of a clear string of saliva stretching between our lips made it blatantly obvious just how entangled we had been.

But even before such a sight, I felt no embarrassment or shame.

Only satisfaction, a sense of conquest, and a cool undercurrent of anticipation for what was to come swirled beneath my consciousness like dry ice.

“Still not waking up? Fine, then don’t wake up.”

“Haa… haa… haa…”

I declared mercilessly to the saintess, who was busy gasping for the breaths she hadn’t been able to take, her sweat-soaked hair pushed back.

“Mmph!?”

A deep kiss began again.

This time, I grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, preventing any resistance, and wrapped my tongue even deeper than before.

As she instinctively tried to push me away, I quickly caught her tongue, sucking all the sweet saliva that had gathered at its base.

“Mmph! Mmph! Slurp! Mmph─!”

The relentless onslaught of kisses left her begging for mercy with pitiful breaths, unable to catch even a moment to breathe.

But to me now, even her pleas were nothing more than spoils of war.

She was mine.

Her defiant lips, her tempting tongue, her helpless movements—at this moment, they were all mine.

Slowly, I slid one hand over the saintess’s fair skin, gently teasing as it moved downward.

My fingers crossed her neckline and collarbone without hesitation before coming to a halt atop two small mounds that had risen eagerly.

“Mmph─!?”

I flicked the pink nipple, its color vivid even in the dark, with my finger.

The saintess’s slender body trembled even more violently than when I teased her mouth, further stoking the fire of my desires.

Sucking on her frozen tongue, I reveled in the feel of her supple, perfectly rounded skin beneath my hands.

A rough, rugged man’s hand was optimized for enjoying a woman’s soft body.

I ran my hand up from beneath her small, bowl-like breasts, cupping them fully in my palm.

With my index finger and thumb, I twisted and pulled her nipple this way and that, following the direction of my desire.

People often said that a woman’s worth was determined by the size of her breasts.

Having touched both large and small, I could say with confidence: they knew only half the truth.

The shape, the feel when held, the elasticity of the skin.

This small lump of flesh held a supreme value beyond mere size.

Who knows how long it had been.

Despite the severe teasing of her mouth, the saintess’s lower body began to wriggle anxiously.

“Mmph…! Mmph…! Ugh…!”

Her white legs, pressing desperately against the bed sheets, seemed to scream out the pleasure her blocked mouth could not.

Who would have thought that sisters could both have such sensitive breasts?

A wicked smile briefly crossed my lips at the unexpected discovery.

“Hoo…”

As I released her tongue with a soft pop, her own tongue, which had come out to meet mine, trembled visibly.

“How helpless…”

With a flick of my tongue, I wiped away the drool dripping down her chin, since she could no longer even let out a proper moan.

“─!”

I kissed the valley between her breasts before taking one of her well-trained nipples into my mouth.

The repeated stimulation had made the sensitive nub so reactive that even the slightest brush of my tongue made her gasp.

“Ungh!”

Biting it lightly to draw her attention, I sucked hard on that area.

The reaction was immediate.

Her toes curled, and her hips rose off the bed.

Every time my tongue circled her nipple, her head shook violently from side to side, letting me gauge just how intense the pleasure was that was surging through her small body.

“Ah, ah… ah…”

“You always used to beg me for a kiss like this. Why are you acting so shy now? Hmm? Welna?”

With my lips against her damp neck, I whispered softly.

Looking at the saintess, who could only babble incomprehensibly in my arms, the memories of how she used to torment me in the past came flooding back.

“Do you understand now how I felt every time you teased me like this, Welna?”

“Haa… haa… ugh…”

“Do you?”

“Eek!”

When she didn’t respond, I pinched her nipple, forcing a moan from her.

It felt satisfying. Refreshing, even.

After all, I was finally repaying the debt for all the times she’d toyed with my body as if it were her plaything.

“Hoo…”

With a sticky breath, I boldly moved my hand lower, abandoning her breasts.

“Mmph…”

Perhaps frightened by the rough hand trailing down past her navel, the saintess’s legs suddenly crossed, hiding the parts that had been glimpsed earlier.

“Pfft…”

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

I thought she had no trace of shame or modesty left at her age.

Who would have guessed the saintess had this side to her? It was a refreshing discovery.

Smooch.

Instead of her lips, which were too busy gasping for breath, I pressed a seductive kiss to her flushed ear.

Then, taking advantage of her moment of distraction, I quickly reached between her loosely guarded legs.

Twitch!

Her clenched thighs trembled instinctively, but the strength of my fingers easily pried them apart.

With a slight nibble on her earlobe to scatter her focus, I began to gently stroke the soft, pink slit with my blunt fingertips.

“───!!?”

At that moment, her whole body quivered as if struck by lightning.

Fear and confusion from an unfamiliar sensation. Her body reflexively tightened.

There is something thrilling about witnessing a woman’s reaction when she first experiences a man. How many men could say they wouldn’t feel excitement seeing such a response?

If there were any, they either had no heart or weren’t truly men at all.

“It’s alright, Welna.”

“…!”

I gently stroked her head, softly calling her name.

That alone was enough to relax the previously stiff body of the saintess.

It might seem like I was just lucky, but this was the fruit of experience.

Of this, I could speak with confidence.

There was nothing else that could calm the saintess’s mind like my voice and my touch.

Squish.

“Hnn─!”

As I slightly bent the tip of my finger, which was gently stroking her lower region, the saintess turned her head sharply and let out a faint moan.

Though the sweet pink crack had become sufficiently moist, the stiffness beneath my fingers suggested that we might need a little more preparation for a smooth entry.

Screech!

But the beast inside me, who had been drooling while watching this delicious body, had already reached its limit.

“Welna…”

Even I was shocked by how my voice, carried on a thick breath, was drenched in desire.

Though I had tossed my pants aside to cool off in the night air, the heat emanating from my member was so intense it felt like it might burst with the slightest touch.

“I’m going to put it in…”

With no answer from her, I took her silence as consent, and with that cowardly assumption, I slowly lowered my hips.

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