Chapter 24 – The Priest’s Great Sanctuary 2
The brilliant light in the priest’s sanctuary hung like mist before my eyes, and the refreshing air that filled the sanctuary tickled my skin. The seizures were just the beginning. I tossed and turned in the heat that filled my heart, but it was rather counterproductive.
“Ahhh… ♡”
The priest’s delicately woven clothing rubs against the skin, and the heat rises. And the heat flowed slowly through my veins towards the center of my body where the seizures began again and again. I bit my lip trying to come to my senses, but the sweet pain from the seizure that had already begun only added sweetness to it.
I closed my eyes tightly in shame, but the harsh whipping I inflicted on myself multiplied the sweetness of everything. The lower part was wet, as if urine had been spilled, and the breasts became sensitive, and the tips rose hard. The breath got steeper and the heat kept going up.
The scariest thing of all was that something sweet and enchanting was coming, even though I hated this seizure.
I felt like I had to put something in my mouth to relieve this lump. There was nothing around to bite, so I took my finger and sucked on it, pursed my lips like a baby. Side, side. Every time he made a sound, saliva flowed through his fingers and dripped into his mouth.
I wanted to survive in this hell of joy, so I grabbed the bed sheet with my other hand. As expected, the delicately woven fabric was tense. I just did… It seemed that the bedspread, pulled along with the tension, was greasing my groin.
“Hehe… ♡!”
Stars flashed before my eyes. Or, it was as if an angel, a servant of [Thearesia] And her faithful subordinate, had personally descended on me. The shimmering fog of light received the mana pouring out of me and shone even more brightly.
I was startled by the intense stimulation and let go of my hand. However, the friction that brushed her sensitive skin, the sensitive mucous membrane along the crevices on the inside, still tingled her. I felt pity as the tingling sensation hummed and was transmitted.
I pulled the bedspread with my hand again. Slowly, then, the tightly stretched bedspread rubbed with a moderate stimulus. The eye area trembled at the appropriate stimulus. Feeling dizzy and violating a taboo to myself, I pulled the bed sheet enough to moderately stimulate the inner mucous membrane.
“Sigh… “
He let out a warm sigh and repeated grabbing and releasing the bedspread. But even this was not enough. As I gasped, I thought it would be nice if I stimulated the inner, deeper mucous membrane. But it’s a dirty hole, and it’s only used for peeing…
“Huh… Yes… Uh… “
If it wasn’t for the sweat running down my cheeks, maybe when my saliva dripped onto the bedspread. Without realizing it, I was running my fingers through that hot, filthy wet skin. I stretched out my finger and put it there, soaking into the wet skin.
The crevices were already opening and gnashing as if they had been waiting, and the mucous membranes inside were already damp. I barely rubbed the mucous membrane, but it felt like my body was struck by lightning. My back twitched.
“Hahm… ♡”
It’s nice just to touch this lower part, but what about the place where you felt the overwhelming tactile sensation from being rubbed against the bedspread from earlier? Unable to overcome her curiosity, she stretched out her finger and touched the bean that had already come out of her foreskin.
“Ugh… ♡♡!”
Unfamiliar sensations hit her as it crunched on her fingers. It was an intense pleasure, as if she were asking what she had lived up to now. Not only a halo of light in front of your eyes, but also the feeling of bursting fireworks. The shock applied to one of his fingers stopped his breathing and his back bent backwards.
At the same time, she felt that the thirst she had felt so far was quenched in one shot. Was this the only way to control her seizures? Her fingers rubbed against the skin, which had already hardened like a nipple. The sound of splashing water could be heard as one moved one’s fingers over the moist, hard beans.
“Sigh… Ah… ♡ Ann… ♡ Yeah… ♡ Hehe… !”
And warm… I needed something hot.
Hard and…
Big one…
I need something to pierce this inside, and to fill it up and make me boil…
I slowly stroked the stomach in regret. I wanted to be hugged by someone. But that was a taboo activity for priests.
It wasn’t this.
No, I asked myself.
Perhaps it was because my feverish body tasted joy once, fortunately the seizures had gone to some extent, but at the same time it seemed like something I was trying to protect to myself was broken. Hot tears flowed without knowing what it was.
At the same time, the place where I should be is not here full of light like this, but in some deep cave… It seems that the lower part was treated much more roughly than now while being held in someone’s warm arms… It was scary that I didn’t even know if these thoughts were right or wrong.
“Ah… Why do tears keep coming?”
I wiped away the flowing tears.
With a body like this, I couldn’t fulfill the position of an ‘ascetic priest’, which was originally my job category. Unlike the Profession Priest, the Acolyte Priest is a profession that travels with other quest attendants. He was a common traveler.
Besides, as a professional priest, I cannot participate in the waiting prayer meeting, so I cannot earn a decent income. The money owed by the priest’s sanctuary was piling up day by day. He was in charge of washing the dishes and repaying his debts from time to time, but since the money consumed for maintaining the dignity of a priest was so large, the speed at which it accumulated was staggering.
As I was agonizing over the pain, I heard a loud noise from outside. It must be Nehru who took care of me now that the waiting time has come to an end.
-Kiik
“Sister Perrin. One of the believers asked the sister to give her a gift.”
“Uh… Yes.”
Fortunately, the seizures went away early, so it was easy to pretend to be fine. I hurriedly wiped my saliva and sweat with the wet towel next to me and got up. Because she didn’t want Nehru to show her weakness. She wanted to be someone Nehru depended on. At least she wanted to pay me back for taking care of me someday.
Nehru sat down in front of the stool in her quarters and put down the box she said a follower had given her. When she lifted the box, she found it quite heavy. When she shakes the box to see if it is dangerous, she hears a clicking sound.
“What is this?”
“This is a gift from my sister, so open it! I received a tip, but she said Sister Perrin’s name and asked me to give it to her.”
“… Who will it be?”
Unfortunately, I have no memories outside of this sanctuary. Could she be the one who knew me from the outside? No matter how much I ask myself, I can’t figure out who the opponent is. I don’t really have any opportunities to contact outsiders. No, can you say that the paladin guard Lowell, who often comes to check on me, is an outsider?
I held back my pounding heart and untied the ribbon on the gift box. When I opened the lid of the box, I saw a pure white robe. I looked at the robe and touched it. I loved the feel of the soft, crunchy fabric. The crackling sound I had heard earlier was the sound of jewels hanging from the robe.
“Wow! What’s this! Who would give a sister such an expensive gift?”
“Yes, who really sent it… ?”
I grabbed the robe and lifted it wide open. Then, along with the robe, the items packed in the box fell onto the stool. At that moment, I felt sick to my stomach and my eyes tightened. My heart was pounding and I collapsed.
Fragments of memories that emerged from the objects sharply surrounded my head. The ordered necklace, the slime that tightens my body, the magic ring that vibrates inside my vagina, and even my appearance with a rotor inserted while wearing a sexy negligee robe. Fragmentary memories pass by like a kaleidoscope, and I vomit on the floor in shock.
“Oops…”
“Kyaahhhhh! Someone please help!”
When Nehru, her face turned pale, screamed, a commotion erupted throughout the inn. The High Priest of Eria came running to me within a month and gave me [Regeneration] And [Heart Stability]. The gift box was folded and handed over to the guard. Because Nehru gave her such a gift, she was taken to the interrogation room.
* * *
As I was lying in bed and resting, I clenched my teeth at the resurrected memory. It would have been easier for me if I had just forgotten about it and lived as a normal professional priest before dying. I wanted to swear at him coolly, but I couldn’t because the high priest of Eria was next to me.
“Are you better now?”
“… Yes.”
I had to find out my location. I don’t know what will happen now. I was afraid of what kind of harm the guild people would do to me, who had given me a shock that even changed my personality. At the very least, I think it would be nice not to touch the NPC Nehru, who is not in the ‘Action Priest’ job category, but goes to training and gets beaten up by slime every day.
“If you are sick, you should call me right away. Got it?”
“Yes… I understand, High Priest.”
The High Priestess of Eria left when I was completely stable. He was so busy that he couldn’t stay here for long. I lay down and collected my thoughts until it got dark. If you don’t want to cause a nuisance to the priest’s sanctuary, you should leave here as quickly as possible.
-Kikkik
At night, Nehru, who had returned late from interrogation, entered the room. Fortunately, she was not interrogated by a prisoner, but her eyes looked haggard. It seems that her heart was in a lot of pain.
Her heart ached when she saw Nehru suffering. So I ran to Nehru and hugged him. My face fits between Nehru’s breasts. I’m not that short either, but Nehru was tall because he was an elf.
“Sister, are you okay?”
“Yes… , No, me, is, that’s fine.”
“That’s it! This afternoon… Sorry for giving you bad things.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“What a relief!”
Nehru took me in his arms and stroked her hair. Until now, I couldn’t figure out why I liked the act of having my hair stroked until now. But even after knowing the reason, it was fine for Nehru.
At that moment, the sound of dust falling from the ceiling was heard. I looked up, but saw nothing.
I had an ominous feeling.
It feels like a pursuer is watching us.
Nehru must have heard the sound, and our eyes met. Nehru’s eyes were also shaking.
“Sister, did you hear?”
“No… Okay. Shall we go to Sister Nehru’s room?”
We hurriedly walked out of the room and sneaked down the hallway of the vocational priest’s quarters. The corridor of the old building, which was covered with pure white marble, became night and the brilliant light disappeared. I walked down the hallway, constantly turning around to see if anyone was following me.
However, with my low level, I couldn’t detect the [Stealth] State even if the pursuer was following me. So I walked towards the corridor where the highest level guards in the sanctuary could pass. Nehru whispers as he nervously grabs my sleeve.
“There is a curfew at night… Sister, I came secretly.”
“Since I came here secretly, I can go secretly.”
Even if we, the priests of the jalap, said ‘secretly’, it was to the extent of raising the tiptoe and killing the sound of footsteps. There’s no way the sanctuary guards at the highest level wouldn’t notice us, but most of them pretended not to know. It’s also because I built up a pitiful image with seizures while living in the sanctuary.
When we reached Nehru’s room on the other side of the stairs, we closed the door. When the tense moments were over and I arrived at the room, I sighed at the same time. It seemed that he had eluded his pursuer.
“Whew…”
“Sigh…”
“It was dangerous, Sister Perrin, what if the guards say something?”
“That would be… Probably not.”
The guards had nothing to say. I’m sure this happened often in quests as well. However, it was more important whether the tracer was attached or not. If the pursuer was following me, there would have been a big commotion outside between the guard and the pursuer.
Fortunately, there were always guards moving around Nehru’s room, so the pursuer seemed to have completely escaped.
