Chapter 107 – 24. Legal Breeding License Granted by God (3)
By the time you thought something was wrong, it was already too late. The moment the alcohol went down my throat easier than water, the thought of taking a break had long since disappeared from my head.
“Hey, Saint, you’re such a manly man! I also gulped down the alcohol. How come you’ve been holding on until now?”
“Hey! Hey, try living like a saint. How hard is it, looking at what others think?! “I can’t even do what I want!”
When I spoke with both cheeks blushing, everyone turned dark. Ah… Is this the life of reversal between men and women that we only heard about receiving all kinds of cuteness and nadenade?
As I have always lived a life of being dragged around by Bishop Lisa, this is my first time being treated like this.
Of course, there are times when I can see a bit of sexual desire in those deep eyes that are directed at me, but what can I say? They just needed a man to liven things up at a drab, female-only drinking party.
Since I fully understand their feelings, I just play with them a little out of pity. Never… It wasn’t because I was excited or excited.
“Gulp, gulp, kaha!”
So good. When I was at church, I felt lonely because I didn’t have any friends to drink with, but when I came out, there were people who asked me if I was coming, and it was a new world.
Isn’t this the feeling of liberation that high school students feel when they come to college after completing the college entrance exam?
“Ugh… Should I quit being a priest and become a mercenary or adventurer? “Do you think this might be a better fit?”
“Yes? Ugh… What do you mean? That won’t work. “If it’s not the saint, then someone else will take his place.”
“Hey… ! “It’s a mess haha”
They also take what was said as a joke seriously, so they laugh it off. Then they all praised the girls for being so humorous. How long have you been hungry for a man? . They seemed to be happy even if I farted here.
While I was laughing and laughing, my eyes turned to Sylvia next to me. She gulps down the liquor from her earthenware jug with her half-opened eyes. She was usually very talkative, but she seemed to be the type to become quiet when she had alcohol in her mouth.
“Ugh… Sylvia? Is it difficult?”
“Oh, no. It’s okay.”
It’s okay to be okay. Even though I can’t even open my eyes properly.
For some reason, my drinking capacity seemed weaker than mine, as I was drinking for the first time in a while.
“… “
Let’s look up at her as she lets out her breath. A playful thought suddenly passes through my mind. In order to cheer her up a bit, she put her hands on the ground and stuck her head out closer to her.
“Seo, saint?”
“Hmm… “Silvia, how old are you?”
“Yes? “How old are you?”
He must have been embarrassed when I suddenly approached him. I don’t know where to put my eyes, so I roll them here and there. It wasn’t my intention, but a bewitching appearance was created without my knowledge.
Perhaps because she was nervous, Sylvia audibly swallowed all her saliva.
“Yes, how old are you?”
“Well, I’m twenty-six…”
“Ah… Twenty-six.”
“… “
Eh? Twenty-six… ?! I thought he was barely over 20, but he is surprisingly older. Well, in my opinion, he’s still just a kid.
“And… It’s such a baby.”
“Yes? Oh, baby? Wait, how old are you? .”
“Oh, me…”
The moment I was about to speak, I felt a strange sense of foreignness, and when I looked around, the room suddenly became quiet. Everyone was watching with bated breath, probably wondering how old I was.
“Uhm… Would you like to guess?”
I didn’t think it would be fun to just tell them, so I quizzed everyone here. Since I said Sylvia was a baby, it means there are at least more than that. It will be correct soon.
“S-twenty-two?”
“Hey you idiot. What twenty-two are you? “Didn’t you hear me say I’m older than twenty-six?”
“Oh, I did…”
Everyone raises their hand and speaks, but no one agrees. Somehow, all the numbers were playing at the bottom, but the closest number was 32.
“Saint, weren’t you in your 20s?”
“Ahaha… What are your 20s like? . “I’m older than you think.”
“Oh! Are you thirty-five by any chance?”
“Ah, correct answer!”
You guessed it right. Is this really such a difficult problem? Normally, you could probably guess my age just by seeing that I was a priest, but the way everyone looked at me was like they couldn’t believe it.
“Nonsense. To be honest, I thought you were a teenager.”
“No way… Anyway, I’m still a teenager… Aren’t you giving me too much credit? .”
“No, how can you look like that…” .”
Well, I admit that I look too young. Sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder if this is true, but I wonder if people who just heard about my age are shocked.
I smile heartily and turn my eyes towards Sylvia again. She, too, seemed surprised to hear my age and opened her mouth, unable to hide her embarrassment.
Anyway, so…
“Silvia, would you like to call me oppa?”
“To? “Eh!”
My eyes widen as big as a flower lantern, wondering what this is. The mercenaries who were watching intently also stiffened and let the alcohol they were drinking spill out of their mouths.
“No way… We have to go together from now on. I use honorifics every day, but… Please feel free to call me oppa. Why? “You don’t like it?”
I tried it as a joke, and the surrounding air changed immediately. I don’t know why I reacted so sensitively, but I continued speaking jokingly.
“I also wanted to call a younger man oppa… “If it doesn’t work, there’s nothing I can do.”
“Ah… That…”
Giggling, that pervert bastard, his face is on the verge of bursting out of embarrassment. Still, the lips open and close repeatedly, as if trying. It was so cute that I wanted to bite it.
“Oh, brother…”
She can barely speak out, saying something that can be done naturally is so difficult.
Hehe… I was so happy to be able to hear something that would never be heard in the original world.
Swish- Swish- Swish-
Sylvia’s tail is wagging aimlessly as if she can’t do this anymore. I wanted to go further and hear him call Isaiah oppa, but I felt like if I did anymore, it would explode like an active volcano, so I decided to end the joke at this point.
“Gurae, oppa, oppa… Sylvia. Good job… Hi-Hi…”
She felt better too. Let’s stand up and pat Sylvia’s head. The soft feel of her hand. It was strangely addictive, like touching her dog’s fur, and I unintentionally messed up her hair.
“What… Are you all upset because I didn’t play? It won’t work. Ta-da!”
Let me just be cute to Sylvia. I can see several envious looks in her eyes. Well, this is why my popularity is…
It won’t work! It was too late to turn back what had happened anyway, so I decided to eat and die tomorrow.
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At dawn, a storm passes by and even the bonfire loses its power and goes out. Priest Isaiah, or rather, a saint, who was happily screaming just a moment ago, is now dozing peacefully on Sylvia’s back.
I got drunk because drinking with women was boring, but I didn’t know the aftereffects would be this big.
Leaving behind the blurred vision caused by alcohol, I trudge to the tent where the saint is sleeping. The night was chilly, and he rolled her body like a baby and nuzzled her face into Sylvia’s neck.
My body was already a little hot from the alcohol, but when I stimulated a sensitive part of my skin, I felt goosebumps rising all over my body.
Ugh… The saint is really…
When he asked me to call him oppa earlier, I thought my heart sank. Half of me was wondering if I could really do it. Even so, I don’t think it should work if there is a hierarchy. These two clashed like crazy, reaching the peak of confusion.
After finally saying that he was my brother as Saint Isaiah wanted, the image of him humming in a seductive manner, probably in a good mood, is still engraved deep in my retina and has not been erased.
Madam… Isn’t this enough to tempt you?
No matter how drunk I was and how crazy I was, I wondered if I was being tactless by doing this. Besides, something like that happened last time…
He quickly shook his head, thinking he would do something if he went any further.
“Fuck… Why, when I’m in heat…”
I already had no tolerance for men, but with a beautiful woman who looked like she had all the jewels in the world on her side, I couldn’t stop feeling down.
When he got close, he gave off a sweet scent like the scent of flowers, and he thought he was going to die trying to resist the temptation.
Anyway, for the time being, you shouldn’t drink alcohol again until the estrus period is over.
Of course, even if you think that way, when you come to your senses the next day, what you were drinking was alcohol.
“Huh cha.”
Shake-
They brought Saint Isaiah to the barracks and even covered him with blankets to keep him from getting cold.
He was tossing and turning, making nasal noises as if he felt good because his body was getting warmer. Just as she was about to return to her own tent, she looked down at him, licking her dry lips.
The saint also played a practical joke on me, and I also played a bit…
I have to leave quickly because I can’t stay for long, but my eyes don’t fall from the saint’s light pink lips.
And looking at it, I don’t think I saw anyone when I came in…
Just a moment…
Ah… I keep getting lost in the dark feeling that tickles my insides. I know I shouldn’t do this, but that’s why I couldn’t stop.
