Became a Saint of the Sexuality Church 63

Chapter 63 – I Only Think of You at This Moment (3)

A man and a woman who covet each other for a long time.
Einstein, who was exhaling her even breath, brushed her sweaty hair in front of her.

“Shall I take a bath?”

Arya’s face, which had been relaxed to the fullest at that remark, sank gloomily.

“Hey, hey, do I stink?”

It’s Aria with her whole body covered in Einstein’s semen.
She couldn’t help but smell it, whether she liked it or not.
The hero confessed the truth, and rather than cheating on Arya’s hatred, he decided to speak moderately.

“It’s not like that, I thought it would be better to clean it once.”

But she wasn’t an Arya who couldn’t figure this out.
She’s the one who’s been eating enough for the past year, if she’s an eyewitness.
Arya scanned her own body.

It was sincere, bare skin, and covered in white, gooey semen.
He held her forearm to her nose and sniffed.

She definitely smelled musty too.
It doesn’t matter too much if I bring an extra pair of sincerity from the church and it becomes covered in semen, but I wonder how it would be to have sex like this.

“That too.”

“It’s nice and nice.”

“Are you going to do it again in the bathroom while saying that?”

Sting
Einstein laughed awkwardly.

“Shall we not?”

Arya clung to Einstein and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

“… Want to do.”

“To reveal.”

“Do you hate me revealing?”

When Arya asked shyly, Einstein bit her neck weakly.
There was a soft moan like that of a herbivore.

“I love it.”

“Hey, water, don’t bite.”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“I feel very strange. The tooth marks remain.”

“I’m carving a sign that it’s mine.”

Words as sweet as sugar.
Words that are not good for the heart.
That’s why it was more affectionate.

“… Ha ha.”

Seeing Aria tremble, Astein asked spitefully.

“Did you feel it?”

Arya rubbed her head as she was cradled in Einstein’s wide arms.

“… Great.”

“You are cute.”

“It’s not cute, me.”

“It’s cute when you complain.”

Arya, who had been repeatedly called cute, had no blush on her face.
She swung her arms and banged Astein’s chest.

“Who do you think would like such an obvious and blatant compliment?”

“I think Aria will like it.”

The words were meant to be sarcastic or teasing.
Arya pouted her lips like a duck’s beak.

“… I’m sorry for being an easy woman!”

“Don’t self-torture.”

The two got up from bed.
Arya stumbled to see if her leg was undone.

How can she look so cute when she can’t control her body properly?
Einstein had a smile on his face.

“Ruler. Let’s hold hands, lady.”

Miss.
You’re a girl
Arya shrugged her shoulders, wiggling her fingers.

“… I’m talking about Ain, but why is the shame on me? Unreasonable, this.”

“I am ashamed too.”

“Lie. How can you lie without spitting on your mouth…”

Arya stopped talking when she saw Einstein’s face.
In fact, his face was dyed red like autumn leaves.
A strange sound came out of her mouth.

“Ah?”

It was a strange exclamation mixed with hiccups and admiration.
Einstein scratched his cheek and rolled his eyes to the side.

“Is it strange that I am shy?”

“Oh, oh, no! That, that, that, this, that’s not weird! Well, what should I say, this, this.”

She was an aria many times more embarrassed than a shy Einstein.
It’s an ironic situation, but Arya couldn’t contain her inner joy.

Wasn’t she embarrassing that Einstein!
Yourself!

“It’s unfamiliar, but I’d say it has a special taste as it is!”

“What is it. Am I food?”

“Huh, that’s not it!”

I thought it was just a word on his lips when he called himself cute.
He said he was cute.
Dull, sullen, he is himself.

But I saw him blush.
Her emotions that Arya felt at that time were very clear.

Cute.
Did Einstein feel this way whenever he blushed?
She said in a hushed voice.

“… It’s cute, Ain.”

Einstein smiled.
It was because Arya’s words were unreasonable.
Who is saying who is cute?

“The saintess is cuter.”

Nonsensical words.
Words without meaning.
Arya was good though.

No, it’s not poetic.
It also has meaning.
There is a great meaning in itself to communicate with you in this way.

How can you make this process trivial?
It’s a glaring, brilliant moment like a fleeting spring day.

The hero and the saintess giggled.
The two of them reached the bathroom and took off their clothes, trembling appropriately.
As Arya’s curvy body was exposed, Einstein’s huge body rose again.

“Because you never get tired.”

At first, I thought it was gross, but the more I looked at it, the more I found it to be kind.
She used her slender fingers to flick her long, pillar-like cock.

“Arya’s body makes her cock mad, so it’s exceptional.”

“Cheer, that’s vulgar.”

“You like these words.”

“… Me, how do you see me? She’s still a saint, right?”

“I see you as a saint who likes erotic things more than anyone else. Shall we tell you what Aria said when she was excited? ‘Please wrap it in Arya’s seed-receiving pussy.’, ‘Arya’s pussy wants Einstein’s semen.’ What else…”

“Aaaaa! Stop! Stop! Stop saying such bad things!”

It was an aria that screamed, completely forgetting to say honorifics.
That squeal was good for Einstein.

“Dirty saintess, say it again. Are my words shallow? Then what did Arya say?”

“I-I’m just saying that because I like Ain! I don’t really like naughty things!”

“Really?”

Einstein’s large hands gripped her hips.
Her white, pretty buttocks had turned red like her peaches from being hit again and again.

Her ass is only being massaged, but why is her crotch sore?
Arya felt a mixture of semen and love juice run down her thighs from her vaginal opening.

“Gee, it’s real! Whoops, and oh! If you touch it like that, semen leaks!”

“Yes?”

Astein grabbed her buttocks and spread them apart.
Then, the semen that had filled Arya’s vagina gushed out through her open cunt.

“Huh, ah, Ain!”

He had a wicked smile like a bad boy.

“I’m going to wash it anyway, so that’s fine.”

Einstein lathered her body with cleaning products provided in her bathroom.
Aria once wondered why hygiene in the Middle Ages had developed so much, but she put aside her doubts after realizing that the original work, ‘She became a saint of the Sexuality Church’, was a moderately expedient novel.

It’s a world with magic, but that soap is a big deal.
Anyway, Einstein, covered in bubbles, approached.

“What, what?”

“I wanted to make foam and rub it like this.”

Arya’s soft chest meets Einstein’s firm chest.
Flesh-to-skin contact was an occasional occurrence, but this slippery state was different.

“It’s strange, it’s strange.”

“How? Are you feeling naughty?”

His triumphant voice.
Kinda pissed off
I’m sorry but…

“… Listen.”

His hand hugged Arya’s slender waist and rubbed her body.
It wasn’t sex, but it was an act that gave off a strangely obscene feeling.

No insertion only.
A sense of sexuality that spread in many places germinated.

Arya’s thoughts spun round and round.
Could this be some kind of sex?
She was Arya, who was thinking about every detail, but she was suddenly splashed with lukewarm water.

“Heeggyaaaaagh!”

“What are you thinking with me in front of you?”

It was Einstein, who smiled fiercely as if he would not forgive Aria for taking a glance.

“Yeah, that’s it. I just thought this act was very erotic! Never think otherwise…”

“Maybe it would be good for our restored saintess?”

“… Do you enjoy torturing me that much?”

“I’m trying to get more and more fun.”

“I can’t. It was bad.”

Einstein lifted the washed-up Arya with her firm arms and thrust her cock into her cunt.

“Hey, Ain. Go, suddenly!”

“Shouldn’t you wash this one thoroughly as well?”

“That, that, that, that, ugh… , Hem!”

His glans pumped up the semen that had settled in her vagina.
She began to wonder if she was really doing this to get the semen from Aria’s cunt, or if this was also part of her sexual connection.

‘What if I get confused?’

Yes.
What is so important about it
The important thing is that Einstein is madly coveting Arya.

That’s it.
That’s enough.

Arya’s cunt was wet again.
Einstein pumped semen out of her vagina over and over again.
A faint liquid dripped onto the bathroom floor.

“Huuuuuh. Hey! Bah, fast, just a little bit, slow!”

“It doesn’t go well if you slow it down.”

I don’t know if it’s true or false.
Einstein didn’t care about the struggling Arya and hit it without hesitation.

Arya, who was lifted and hit, felt a sensation of floating.
Even in her masochistic situation, her body has provided pleasure.
Unable to overcome her momentary pleasure, Arya’s back bounced on its own.

“Hayeot, yeot. Good, good.”

“Do you like scraping your pussy?”

“Like. I really like it, yup!”

Creepy
Chicken meat sprouts
Aria reached a great climax while being heard by Einstein.

Her moans did not come out.
Because it was suppressed
Sweat ran down her face.

“Go, gone.”

“I am still.”

“… If you poke her pussy again, Aria will have a hard time.”

Flinch.
Einstein’s cock became stiffer than before.
He seemed unwilling to grant her request.

Prick, poke.
It’s the engrossing sound of water as it rips through my pussy.
Will hit you again

Without hesitation.
Without mercy.
Without mercy.

Will I lose my mind again?
Arya tensed and held her breath, but what she expected did not happen.
The yangmul that digs up her vagina was extracted.

“… Swimming?”

“If it’s hard, can you do it with your mouth?”

She felt a bit of regret.
It would have been better if she had been forced to do so.
Disapprovingly, she tried to glar at him, but when she realized her frivolity, she shook her head.

As she asked, what a nasty sound she was trying to make.
Arya looked at Einstein’s cock.
She was very dirty with her semen and love juices.

But it’s lovely
Because it’s yours
Because it’s your dick.

“Hey, I’ll do my best.”

Arya’s tiny mouth opened as hard as she could, and she was about to shove his huge cock into her mouth.
Koo Goo Goo!
The building shook as if there was an earthquake.
Even in the sudden situation, Einstein calmly embraced Arya.

“What?”

It looks like something happened.