Chapter 14 – 4. How Dare You Hang Out With Someone Else Than Me?! (3)
‘What do we do… Should I really go in…’
Late evening? After finishing church work, I arrived in front of Bishop Lisa’s personal nighttime office and was biting my nails. It is said that getting screwed is already a foregone conclusion, but even so, it is the same everywhere that people become anxious when faced with that situation.
How much longer could I have stood in front of the door, chewing my nails? After thinking about knocking on the door several times, I closed my eyes and knocked twice.
“Because it’s open. Please come in.”
Squeak-
When you open the door and enter, you see Bishop Lisa. She was sitting in a seductive manner on a leather-like sofa in a room with a subtle atmosphere.
‘You were very determined…’
The outfit was very lethal. She was wearing transparent white lingerie that clearly showed her inner skin, with one leg placed on the sofa, with her private parts fully exposed.
‘Where on earth did that come from?’
Even though I’m wearing lingerie, it’s as bad as not wearing it. For some reason, important parts were clearly visible, and I couldn’t figure out where to focus my eyes.
I guess I’ve been holding it in for a particularly long time, but my eyes kept going to her vagina, where her love juice was flowing…
It sounded like he was telling me he was going to eat you like a dog with this.
“What are you doing. “Close the door and come in.”
As I was looking at her to engrave each and every detail of her appearance deep in my mind, I soon came back to my senses when I heard her venomous voice.
“Oh, yes, I understand.”
I turned around, closed the wide open door, and stood in front of her, swallowing dry saliva.
And Bishop Lisa lifted one corner of her mouth as if she had been waiting for this moment.
She lightly gestured with her chin and asked me for my next move.
Sreuk- Sreuk-
She frowns and takes off her outer clothes. It was very humiliating because I felt like a real prostitute, but I didn’t even think about resisting because I didn’t want to be swayed by her violence again and slowly took off my outer clothes, giving me a strange feeling.
Her eyes were fixed directly on me, and she began to sip the wine she had placed next to her and savor me as if she were drinking it.
“Priest Isaiah.”
“Yes? Yes Lord, Bishop…”
“Didn’t I tell you to be as naughty as possible?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Is this how your pussy gets wet?”
“…”
“If you’re not confident that you’ll do well, try at least moaning and trying to make it look bad. That way, I won’t have to decide whether to forgive you or not.”
“Lord, Bishop…”
I will turn away. He was moaning at me. No matter how chastity was changed, I was also a man. I could do it if I wanted to, but it was difficult to accept it emotionally.
“Anyway, that’s a bit…”
“Priest Isaiah.”
“Yes…”
“I guess you don’t want to be forgiven.”
Bishop Lisa slightly tilts her head and raises her eyes.
‘Should I have just done it?’
As I was helpless and staring at her in a cold sweat, she snorted and continued speaking again.
“I guess there’s some pride in it. If I get stuck here anyway, I’m going to howl like a dog in heat… Yes, it has to have a taste of rebellion to be worth it. Okay, now take off your clothes quickly.”
“Yes…”
For a moment, she had hair standing up all over her body, wondering if she was going to get hit again, but fortunately, I guess I didn’t offend her, so she didn’t stab me.
After completing the striptease in front of her, I became naked in a more hunched over posture, somehow covering my important parts and covering them with an awkward posture.
“Hey.”
Her admiring voice was soon heard. He was looking at me so softly that it would be appropriate to say he was swallowing and licking.
“Isn’t Priest Isaiah thirsty more than that?”
“Yes? No. I’m not that thirsty…”
I suddenly wanted to say something, but the anxious feeling that surrounded my whole body stopped me.
Tak-tak-
Bishop Lisa tapping the armrest of her chair with her index finger. No words were exchanged between the two, but in her thick silence, I could immediately understand what she was trying to say.
‘Let’s act wisely.’
I’m not sure, but she was definitely sending me this signal.
“Ah… Yes… “I think I’m a little thirsty.”
Although the words were uttered semi-forcibly, Bishop Lisa’s eyes curved into half-moon shapes as if she liked the answer. It wasn’t me that was asked in the first place. The answer was decided from the beginning and I had to follow it.
Squeak-
“Then I guess I should quench my thirst,” She said to herself, turning over the wine glass in her hand. The red liquid inside fell onto her left leg, creating a red stream.
‘What kind of situation is this?’
I don’t understand. He suddenly turned over an intact wine glass and spilled it all over her legs. The wine flowed down her white thighs and towards her calves, and at the end, a blood-red liquid gathered at her toes and dripped regularly, drenching the marble floor.
“Lick it. Priest Isaiah.”
“Yes?”
I was watching from afar, wondering what kind of eccentricity this was, and when she heard her command, a stupid sound came out of my mouth.
‘Lick this?’
It’s truly insidious. I knew Bishop Lisa was an idiot, but I was truly amazed at how he came up with something like this.
Of course, I wasn’t one to be shaken to this degree. Even though I’ve been through worse things than this, I still belong to the noble class.
I was just a little embarrassed by the sudden situation.
Gulp-
Without any time to hesitate, I knelt down next to her on the cold floor and focused my gaze on her feet. As I wiggle, the soles of my feet become wrinkled. Perhaps because she had been walking around all day, her sour scent seemed to sting her nose.
I raised my gaze to her slit and looked at her. Bishop Lisa with an alluring expression and a sense of conquest.
She was breathing heavily, probably because she was excited just by having me at her feet.
‘Do I really have to lick it…? .’
Direct licking of her feet was physiologically unbearable. Maybe it’s clean feet that have just been washed. Even though I was told to lick my feet after walking around in shoes that were not ventilated, I couldn’t help but be reluctant.
“What are you doing? If this continues, I’m going to spill all the expensive wine.”
“…”
Regardless of what I didn’t like, I couldn’t delay any longer. When Bishop Lisa’s voice got louder as if she was irritated, I reflexively put my mouth to her foot.
Starting from the big toe where the wine was gathered, I started sucking.
“Haup… Swimming…”
The original salty taste and sweetness of the wine fill your mouth.
I thought I was nauseous because of the smell or taste, but it wasn’t as disgusting or unpleasant as I thought.
I don’t know if it was due to the nature of the game or if I got used to it as I kept licking the soles of her feet, but the sour smell I felt at first had now turned into something strange.
“It really looks like a dog. “How nice it would be if I listened to you as obediently as I do now.”
“…”
“Suck everything. Then, even if it’s just a reward, I’ll let you suck it…”
He sucks all the wine off the soles of her feet and climbs up the stream, reaching close to her thighs. I’m sure I shouldn’t like it, but why am I excited? Without realizing it, I was rubbing the top of her foot with an angry object.
“You really seem like a male dog. I told you to lick it, but I don’t think I ever told you to fuck it on my leg. No, it just needs to look cute.”
He must have found it funny how I was hanging from the bridge, so he laughed and mocked me.
I kept doing whatever I had to do, and I finally managed to lick all the wine off her legs.
“Stop it.”
Bishop Lisa must have thought it was all over before she pushed me down with her other leg.
I reached out my hand out of disappointment, but of course I couldn’t reach it.
“Hmm…”
It’s time for appreciation again.
She looked even more excited as she stared at me, who was slurping down the pre-cum as if appreciating a piece of art.
“That’s too bad. He would have been a great husband if he hadn’t been a prostitute, but even though I have no dating experience, I don’t want to date a guy like you who gives everything to me…”
“…”
“Why not live as our own dog instead?”
“Bishop? Dog, outline?”
“Yes. I serve my cock for my master who came back from work. I think it is too generous to treat Priest Isaiah as a human being. It suits you perfectly. A male dog who is only in heat for me…”
Flinch-
I’m a terrible bastard too. Even as he sexually harassed me with all kinds of insulting words, my body trembled like an aspen from the slight pleasure coursing through my whole body.
It was obvious that they would be deprived of their independence and treated worse than slaves. Obviously, as a semen dispenser, I would have to make a living by making semen, but I couldn’t understand why my heart was beating like it was going to explode.
It seemed like I had already become accustomed to her without even knowing it.
