Chapter 6 – Low Saint (1)
Time seems to go slowly, but when you look back, it is a relative existence that has passed away.
A year has already passed since I came to this world.
Yes, it’s like a year or so.
At times like this, I often feel the impermanence of time.
Time that used to be so painful and slow at first now passes by quickly.
I think it’s because I’m all used to it.
I was originally an atheist, but after a year of serving the Goddess of Erotica, my faith grew.
I, who felt an instinctive rejection of religion.
It can’t be a new life branch.
I spent the past year on a busy journey as a ‘saint’.
I learned basic sex laws and was educated on how to behave as a saint.
After a lot of hard work, Cardinal Mallow said he was now flawless.
You seem to be thinking too highly of me.
I’m really not enough to be a saint.
I shook my head and walked through the corridors of the cathedral I had become accustomed to.
Then I ran into a boy with impressive golden hair.
“Saint Aria!”
This is a child who got an autograph from me in the past.
She was a child with a bright smile.
“Dear Makarov. Please do not run in the hallways.”
Surprisingly, the boy’s father is Cardinal Mavlov.
When I found out about this, I couldn’t hide my astonishment.
The two really didn’t match.
How could a boy with such a soft feeling come out of such an ugly face?
Perhaps this is the mystery of DNA.
“You see, the saintess speaks harshly like her priests.”
Makarov pursed his lips in displeasure.
I wipe Makarov’s forehead like that.
“It’s not very good behavior to disrespect those who speak the truth, Disciples Makarov.”
Taking my words as a scolding, he changed the subject.
“Oh right. Did your father call the saintess?”
Flinch.
Involuntarily, the corner of his mouth hardened.
What is His Majesty Cardinal Marvlov calling me for?
I don’t think you called me in a very pleasant situation.
“Chief Makarov, may I ask why His Majesty the Cardinal is calling me?”
“Uhm, I don’t know that either.”
I don’t think it’s something to teach a child.
I was embarrassed, but I did it anyway.
Even if I refuse, nothing will change.
* * *
Click.
Arya, a saintess wearing a black and white robe, entered her room.
Cardinal Mallow, who was seated, gave a light bow.
“Welcome, Saint Aria.”
“Meet Your Eminence, Cardinal.”
Arya bowed her head gracefully and modestly.
Compared to the past, when he used low-quality vocabulary and burned his resistance, he looked a lot different.
According to Ronin Priest No, Bishop Ronin said, it seems to have been carefully corrected.
Cardinal Mallow felt her heart move when she saw the aria where the lines of her body were not hidden even in her loose clothes.
But he wasn’t a person who didn’t know her merits and demerits enough to attack her right away.
He opened his mouth, remembering the purpose he had originally summoned.
“It’s no different that I called you here, because Bishop Ronin requested a certain agenda.”
Arya tilted her head as if wondering.
“… Asking for an agenda?”
“Hasn’t the saintess been active only within the church?”
Arya lightly recalled her past.
She certainly couldn’t remember how long it had been since she had been out.
“Yes, I think so.”
“So, Bishop Ronin asked me how about doing some external activities as well.”
“… Is that so.”
Arya had a face that was not very interested.
In fact, even Cardinal Mable Loff didn’t like letting her saintess go outside of her.
Regardless of whether she is like this or not, she is a saint who knows the evils of sexual aegyo.
She’s made it docile now, but there are such things as emergencies.
Based on this reason, I tried to dismiss Bishop Ronin’s claim, but he quickly took the lead and pushed forward with this work on his own.
‘No way, I thought I’d made an agreement with the kingdom bastards on my own.’
Mable Loff clicked his tongue.
Bishop Ronin.
In the past, I didn’t know because he was quiet, but now he’s grown into a pretty intrusive presence.
Mavlov’s greasy face tried to feign composure as he opened his mouth.
“The saintess must have heard the rumors about her hero.”
Warrior.
She was a non-existent character in Aria’s memory, who had not finished reading her original work, ‘She became the seed-bearing saint of the Sexuality Church’.
It’s only natural that she doesn’t know, considering the progress of her original work, which she read, was about three months.
Still, Arya was able to get a rough idea of what the hero was like through the words of the people around her.
She is upright, has a sense of justice, and is a person with convictions.
She was literally a character in a novel.
She opened her mouth, organizing her thoughts.
“I heard that he appears like a morning star and defeats monsters with terrifying momentum.”
“You’re right. However, since the warrior is also a person, it seems that there is a limit to being alone. So this request came from the kingdom side. We need human support.”
“… Human support?”
“Yes, if you read this document, you will understand.”
Mableoff handed Arya the parchment.
She took her parchment and skimmed through it quickly.
To briefly summarize the content of the document, it read, “We need the support of a saint.”
“… Ah.”
Arya understood what was going on.
In every novel and every game, a saintess would follow a hero like a tag.
Mavlov said quickly, having read the agitation that showed on her face.
“If the saintess doesn’t like it, you can refuse it.”
“… If I refuse, won’t the church be at a disadvantage?”
“It was an unreasonable demand from the beginning. The saintess of our church spoke without knowing where she was…”
Arya felt her stomach twist at Cardinal Mallow’s words.
Unreasonable demands?
The one who receives the seeds of believers at every confession?
Her own position?
Wasn’t it just a sex processing tool?
As for Arya, a crooked mind soared for the first time in a long time.
“I’m fine, Your Excellency Cardinal Mavlov.”
“… A saint?”
When she came to her senses, she was saying that.
“There is nothing you can’t do.”
“… That, isn’t that a hasty decision?”
Seeing Marvlov with a puzzled expression on her face, Arya held her accusation.
It was because she thought she had eaten one shot.
Since then there has been no nutritious small talk.
Arya lifted her hips and rose from her seat.
“Cardinal Eminence. Please excuse the rudeness of leaving her first.”
Cardinal Mallow raised her hand to stop her leaving aria.
“Oh, please wait a moment.”
“… Do you have any problem?”
Mavlov lifted his heavy body and strode closer.
Then, without hesitation, put her hand in Arya’s crotch.
“… Yes, yes. What is this now?”
He laughed bitterly.
“I am sorry for not recognizing the saintess’s anxious heart.”
“Oh, no, no.”
Aria’s body trembled at the sudden piercing of his touch, and her crotch was pulled back.
It was a reflex action on her part, but it made her feel more clearly her fingers playing around her own pussy.
“Chu, Cardinal Yehaat! Gap, if you suddenly do something like this!”
Arya, halfway between embarrassment and pleasure, tried to stroke her hand.
However, even after a year, it was still a long way for her to shake off the strong hand of the man.
“It’s been quite a while since I haven’t tasted the saintess.”
It was as it was said.
Recently, her sexual lust for her arias has waned.
It was because there was a lot of ‘busy work’ in many ways.
“Haha. Yes, yes!”
Is it because it’s been a while?
It was Aria who showed a more heated reaction.
“Isn’t it nice?”
“Hey, not here! Everything, there is a fear of being found out by others!”
Arya covered her own mouth with both her hands.
The sight of her desperately holding back her melting moan pounded on Mable Rope’s chest.
Her sexiness is more than that of any prostitute.
Wherever you look, she is a saint.
It’s important.
“Wouldn’t you rather wish for her own lewd appearance to be revealed to the followers?”
Perhaps that was the truth, her Aria’s body trembled slightly.
She looked at her crotch and saw that she was already covered in her own juices.
Her clear juice dripped like a thread from her crotch.
Arya lowered her head, avoiding Cardinal Mallow’s gaze.
Her actions inflamed Cardinal Mallow’s lust.
“Sit down in a chair for me to look good and spread her legs.”
“… Yes.”
Arya gave up her resistance.
At the cardinal’s command, she sat down in a chair.
She then opened her crotch flesh with her legs spread in an M shape, showing off her private parts.
The act gave off a strange mood.
Mable Rope stared enchantedly at Arya’s bright red cunt, which was bathed in her love juices.
He immediately thrust his head in and licked his pussy like a dog.
“Oh, geez, if you lick that place, it will be troublesome… Hot.”
There is no resistance, but the voice is full of embarrassment.
Marlov’s upper and lower teeth bit her clitoris.
“I’m so sorry.”
Arya let out a sweet moan as she bit the back of her hand.
She resists, and the ‘he’ she used to confront is no longer there.
All that remains of her is ‘she’ who craves her pleasure.
The Mable Rope, who had been teasing Arya’s cunt over and over again, removed her head.
Arya twitched her body thinly, then raised her eyes and said dissatisfiedly.
“… Baby, don’t tease me.”
As if this level of stimulation wasn’t enough.
As if she wanted a little more intimate, intense pleasure.
Arya struggled with her sexual pleasure.
“What would you like me to do for you?”
The greasy voice of hers ensnares her.
Arya’s gaze was momentarily directed to Cardinal Mallow’s groin.
As if to live up to that expectation, he unfastened her belt and pulled out his vicious cock.
She’d been through a lot of cocks countless times, but it was hard to find anything that matched Mable Rope’s cock.
The feeling of a foreign body scratching her pussy as if it were going to be ripped out.
Sexuality is an overwhelming way to touch all sexual feelings.
Thickness that gives a feeling of pressure as if the inside is full when inserted.
Just the thought of that cock entering her vagina made her stomach feel hot.
Mavlov put on an impudent face and asked the question again.
“What would you like me to do for you, saintess?”
“Come on, sleep…”
Arya groaned softly.
Mavlov asked again if he hadn’t heard.
“I couldn’t hear you well, saintess. What did you say?”
“… Give the Cardinal’s grace to my humble pussy.”
Her shame had long since been cast off.
Her self-esteem has already plummeted to the bottom.
Corruption.
Yes, you could call it a fall.
“Saintess, the way you ask is not good enough.”
Dissatisfied, Mavlov stood still with his spire-like cock erected.
Arya is worn out.
Why, why don’t you listen to me when I ask for this?
As he rubbed her thighs, he couldn’t contain her sexual desire, and he tampered with her genitals with his hands.
“Okay, I was wrong. I-I was wrong…”
“What do you mean?”
Arya thought.
What did I do wrong
She was a cardinal who did not relish the company of a hero.
Arya’s choice must have hurt Mavlov’s feelings.
After the accident, she responded immediately.
“Geez, I rudely ignored the intentions of His Majesty the Cardinal and made the opposite choice.”
“You know that. Lady, don’t I always say that? If you commit a mistake…”
“He must be punished accordingly. He, so oh, give Arya his cock.”
Who would consider this woman to be the saint of sexism?
She was just a bitch.
Mableoff sneered and stroked Arya’s cheek.
Even though she was a bitch in heat, her beauty was graceful.
She is alluring and bewitching enough to shake the man’s heart.
“You can’t call that a punishment for you now.”
“That, that.”
“First, you must serve with your heart.”
Volunteer.
Arya knew what that meant.
She gently cupped her long cock with her own luscious tits.
“I-can I do this?”
“Please move gently, saintess.”
Arya’s breasts skillfully stimulated Mavlov’s cock.
She didn’t stop there and used her tongue to gently tickle the tip of her glans.
Then, a response came from the Mavlov side.
“Huh.”
His hand grabbed the back of Arya’s head and thrust her cock right into her mouth.
Even if it’s not, it’s a big penis.
Arya was tormented by the huge chunk of meat poking her esophagus, but intoxicated with her excitement.
“Ouk, eup, churup.”
She sucked hard on her cock.
Within minutes, Mavlov felt the tide of ejaculation.
He then pushed Arya’s head hard against her cock.
“Cheer, heck, heck, hehe.”
A penis that was inserted deep into her throat and filled with semen as it was.
The slimy, fishy liquid felt like eating perilla oil as it is.
Although disgusted, Arya closed her eyes tightly and gulped down her semen.
Mable rope pulled her cock out of Arya’s mouth without hesitation.
Perhaps the amount of semen he had accumulated was really large, so she heard a tinge.
“Collock, Coke.”
Thick semen flowed from around Arya’s lips as her face turned red and she coughed up.
Perhaps because she was sadistic, Machio couldn’t come to her senses, so she blankly stared into space.
“Hey, are you done now?”
“Good job.”
Marble Ropes moved Arya’s legs and thrust his cock into hers.
“Haha.”
The wet cunt was very tenderly accepting his prick.
Aria’s crushing moan resonated quietly in the cardinal’s office.
