The Priest Wants to Retire

EP.250 Epilogue. Beltein has a lot to say. (5)

I felt a slight sense of unease.

Recently, the Sister seemed to be in a precarious state just by looking at her.

Frequent dizziness and random spacing out. An extreme fluctuation in emotions that was noticeable to the eye.

I thought it was just fatigue from overwork combined with her monthly condition issues.

But looking back, all of that was just a precursor to the current disaster.

Clink! Clink!

I desperately struggled to unbuckle my belt with all my might, but being bound by chains made any real resistance impossible.

However, it seemed even this feeble resistance was too much for the fragile Sister, as she was having quite the trouble getting my pants off.

“····”

“Mmph! Mmmph! Mmm──!”

Seizing this golden opportunity, I croaked out a loud sound.

Even though I had a gag in my mouth making proper communication impossible, I could still convey my desperate feelings to the Sister.

Additionally, with Bawngwi rendered useless for some unknown reason, appealing to the Sister’s compassion was my only means of stopping her.

But such naïve hopes were quickly, and utterly, crushed.

Press─!

“Ugh!”

Could my rebellious attitude have been that displeasing?

Suddenly, the Sister irritably pressed down on my abdomen with her ample backside.

Even just lying there, the weight was mind-numbingly heavy, but combined with the deliberate pressure, I couldn’t gather my wits.

I tried to arch my back and push the Sister away, but each attempt was met with her merciless hip pressure that forced me to surrender.

“····”

Yielding to my futile resistance, I slowly looked up at the predator who had completely subdued me.

There, through the thin fabric, was a sensuous hip displayed in all its glory.

As if a transparent corset enveloped her unrealistically slender waist.

Naturally, my eyes were drawn to her voluptuous bosom, which was far more than my hands could contain.

Such alluring shapes made me question whether I was gazing at a living human or an exquisite piece of art crafted by a master.

The only drawback in this position was that her massive breasts obscured my view of her beautiful face.

In the heavy silence, only the intermittent sound of her frustrated breathing served to remind me that time was indeed passing.

“Huff, huff! Ugh! Ugh!”

“····?”

At that very moment, her sudden lament pulled me back from the brink of fading consciousness.

“Y-you don’t know what’s going on at all—every single day! Time and place don’t matter, sneaking in pecks! Bang! Bang! Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Just a few days ago! While we were in the office, you thought I was just going to leave for a moment, and there you were under the desk with the Hero!—”

“Ugh, ugh…”

The continuous physical assault combined with her unexpected mental attack momentarily paused my brain’s functions.

So it was true. I had indeed been discovered. That…

I thought it might be from the middle part onward, but hearing it confirmed from her meant that guilt caused my head to hang low.

Was there ever a time when someone so tightly sealed my mouth with accusations?

At this moment, having the gag in my mouth felt rather pointless.

“You’ve gone as far as invading my dreams! Whispering obscene words in my ear! No matter how much I hate it, you’re forcibly holding me down! You won’t let me go until I wake up, and it’s just too much! It’s exhausting!”

Uh, I don’t think that’s entirely my fault.

As I moved closer, the Sister’s peculiar condition became clearer than before.

Her clumsy motions showed she couldn’t control her emotions.

It felt like she was just blaring out the words that popped into her mind.

The way she tightly clenched her fists and shook her arms up and down was reminiscent of a child asking their parents for a toy.

This made it clear.

I wasn’t sure how this happened, but the Sister was currently being dominated by excessive Divine Power.

Of course, it was less severe than the Saintess, but if I left her like this, it was all too clear she’d meet the same fate as the Saintess soon enough.

Fortunately, I had a solid secret plan to get out of this situation.

If the excessive Holy Power was the cause, I could just use my ability to absorb the power from others.

No need for complicated maneuvers; staying close like this would surely improve her condition.

From the amount of Holy Power I sensed, about half a day seemed sufficient.

There was just one problem—

“I too… have endured enough…!”

“Ugh! Mmph! Mmmph──!”

Whether I could maintain my composure while the Sister regained hers.

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Some say that human desires can be suppressed, and with effort, they can be overcome.

But I saw it differently.

While it might be feasible for secular desires like ambition and desire for status, primal urges like hunger, sleep, and lust can be held at bay for a while, but they can never be completely eradicated—that’s my belief.

And this holds true even for monks who lead abstemious lives.

Perhaps it’s those like us, who have spent our lives avoiding desires, who might be even more vulnerable to the pleasures they bring.

“Chuu… Churp… Chup! Mm… Ugh…”

“Ugh, huff! Ugh────!”

Every time a muffled sound emerged from just below my navel, pitiful breaths escaped between my tightly clenched teeth.

Breathing was laborious.

It was hard to tell if it was due to the gag in my mouth or the bouncy backside resting on my chest.

I was focused solely on suppressing the sensations rippling through my lower half.

The stimulation itself wasn’t anything extraordinary.

For someone who had trained thoroughly through uninhibited nights with the Hero, enduring the Sister’s awkward tongue movements was a piece of cake.

But that was limited to the tactile aspect.

For all other senses, her clumsiness was proving to be fatal.

Peck. Peck. Coo!──

“Burp────!”

The relentless onslaught of sensations made my thighs twitch.

If there were a paradise of pleasures, it might just be this place.

The Sister’s small, soft lips were constantly toying with the tip of my member like a bird pecking at seeds, etching an entirely new kind of ecstasy into my body.

Though there didn’t seem to be any malice behind it, that fact only made it worse.

Full of desire yet torn by penetrating fear, what can I do but wriggle?

The proof was in her licking and rapidly touching her lips, yet she couldn’t bring herself to take me fully into her mouth.

“This time… I’m really going to…”

With both hands firmly gripping my member, the Sister took yet another deep breath.

…How many times is this now?

That ominous thought flickered in my mind just as—

Peck!

“────!!!”

Sure enough!

The Sister’s soft tongue once again playfully poked and prodded at the tip of my member.

With stimulation targeting the very spots of pleasure, yet never quite reaching a climax drove me insane.

To make matters worse, her backside filling my vision only stoked the fire of lust, leaving me a trembling mess.

Being teased down there but unable to find release, with that tempting female form before me yet untouchable—it felt like outright torture.

“Huff…! Huff…!”

Pouring every ounce of focus into my breath, I desperately tried to cling to the fraying strings of consciousness.

I want to release. I want to feel good. I want to be free.

Thoughts begging for air were simple and pitiful, but it was better than my mind going completely blank.

“Ugh, ugh… It’s fine to lick, but… taking it into your mouth… no way…”

With her demeanor deflated, the Sister quietly muttered to herself.

In that moment, a tiny glimmer of hope sprouted in my heart.

If the Sister voluntarily surrendered, this never-ending hell could finally come to an end.

Yes, despite her current unstable state, the Sister is still the Sister.

Among all the women I’ve ever met, she possesses the most perfect sense of chastity, so it would be impossible for her to continue this disgraceful act forever.

It was certain she would tire herself out soon enough.

Alright! Just a bit longer! Just a bit more to endure!

“Ah, by the way, there’s a position where a woman can stimulate a man’s member with her breasts… I think…”

“····?”

Immediately after that shocking statement landed, a heavy jiggle occurred.

Her massive bosom, suppressed by the tight clothing, dramatically revealed its silky flesh, capturing my undivided attention.

The outer layer glistened moistly with a uniquely feminine scent of sweat, radiating a lustrous sheen that was irresistible.

Gulp.

A thick droplet of saliva slipped down my throat, and in that instant, my instincts screamed at me.

This is it. It’s the end.