episode_0198

Slowly, languidly, and provocatively, I stroked her soft belly before lowering my hand.

“Hh-t…”

Even though I hadn’t specifically imbued my hand with heavenly thunder, Lucretia trembled as if she’d been electrocuted.

She shouldn’t be getting stimulated by mere contact like this already.

I subtly curved the corner of my lips upward and tickled Lucretia’s clitoris with my fingernail.

That very spot, located below the lower abdomen and slightly above the genitals.

“…!”

As expected, a much more intense reaction followed. This time, Lucretia’s hips rose significantly, and she covered her mouth with both hands.

Was she afraid a lewd sound might escape?

For my part, it was a sound I wished to hear, but it wasn’t the time to utter it aloud.

At least not yet.

Therefore, from now on, I intended to provide such intense stimulation that this woman wouldn’t be able to help but moan on her own.

With a faint smile on my lips, I lightly tapped Lucretia’s waist.

“Relax a little.”

“A flustered gasp, a grunt.”

From her perspective, even that elicited a short-tongued sound, as if it had stimulated bio-electricity.

To reiterate, nothing had properly begun yet.

I gave up on trying to ease Lucretia’s tension with words. Her speech and demeanor suggested she had absolutely no experience in this area.

Nor was our bond deep enough to assuage her anxiety with a few words.

The fact that I would be taking her first experience, that I would be engaging in physical relations with the Saintess, truly made me feel conflicted.

‘It’s an honor, if you could call it that.’

Strictly speaking, she was a Westerner like Rachel, but her beauty felt distinctly different.

If Rachel was a cutely charming, insider-type student, Lucretia was a beautiful girl who exuded an unapproachable aura.

Both were undoubtedly women beyond my reach… but when it came to a sense of guilt, this one felt more so than Rachel, who had approached me first.

After all, her being in the same bed with me right now wasn’t entirely her own will.

Sexual relations performed purely out of a sense of duty were not something I found particularly appealing either.

No matter how obsessed with lust I might be, there were lines I adhered to.

In other words, I was always someone who sought mutual satisfaction.

That was the gist of it.

‘…What should I do about this?’

I subtly raised my head and observed Lucretia’s expression. Her face was flushed, but that was an unavoidable reaction.

Whether the meaning contained within this blush was excitement and satisfaction, or 100% shame…

“?”

I was pondering if I should ask her intentions once more, even now, as I thought this.

Even as I hesitated, my hand diligently moved downwards.

The moment I removed Lucretia’s skirt, lifted her underwear, and subtly inserted my index and middle fingers.

Squelch…

I could feel a rather viscous liquid clinging to my bare skin.

There was no mistaking its identity. It was a woman’s fluid, one I was naturally familiar with.

Inadvertently glancing down, I flinched and returned my head to its original position.

Lucretia, who had somehow covered her face with both hands again, let out a strange sound.

“Don’t, don’t, look too much.”

“…”

“…If you’re going to do it, just, do it quickly…”

Only then did I receive the answer to the question I had held until just now.

Of course, she wouldn’t be without shame. But well, judging from this reaction…

“Hmm.”

I didn’t hesitate long. To gain certainty for my lingering doubt, I immediately bent my fingers and probed Lucretia’s vulva.

Squelch…!

“…A sharp gasp!?”

And Lucretia’s hips thrust upward once again. Her hands, which had been covering her face, also lost strength and fell onto the bed.

“…You.”

At that, I could see it. Lucretia Hael, known as the Saintess of Europe, was grinning with a rather vulgar expression.

“Don’t, don’t, look.”

She tried to squeeze out words, but they weren’t particularly convincing.

Because the more my fixed gaze bore into her, the more her ardor intensified.

“…A drawn-out moan.”

Lucretia finally let all the strength drain from her body and sprawled on the bed. It was a posture as if she was entrusting her entire body to me.

“…”

While feeling all sorts of subtle emotions, I didn’t stop my handiwork.

Regardless of my momentary fluster, I continued the foreplay.

My index and middle fingers squeezed into the narrow crevice. My fingernails deliberately scraped the vaginal walls as if tickling them, and my fingertips simultaneously pressed her sensitive spots with strong force.

“A gasp, a sharp exhale, a choked sound.”

“…”

“A yelp, a gasp! Ah, a soft moan.”

The more I moved my hand, the more Lucretia twisted her body like a pretzel.

She seemed to be trying to escape my hand somehow, but paradoxically, her movements only ended within the bounds of not moving away from my hand.

For instance, yes. She would feign resistance because she didn’t want her true feelings exposed, but it seemed she had no real intention of stopping here—.

A rather cunningly seductive gesture, one might say.

‘Huh, well now.’

I was dumbfounded and couldn’t help but let out a breath. What was this? At this point, was I secreting pheromones that aroused women?

Surely not, but there was nothing else I could think of besides that assumption.

So, if I had to draw a conclusion… I simply wanted to conclude that the girl beneath me, Lucretia, had been a pervert even before she met me.

‘…Honestly, I don’t even want to think of anything else.’

I felt very put off, but I didn’t show it.

Anyway, somehow I ended up rolling around in bed with the Saintess-nim.

If she didn’t show extreme displeasure, I also had no intention of missing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

To be frank, what idiot would simply pass up a chance to have sex with a Saintess?

‘Let’s just get her off once first.’

I erased all other thoughts from my mind. After all, I wasn’t unaroused by Lucretia’s current appearance.

Her disheveled expression, the rising blush, and her beautiful naked body, with nothing but her panties and skirt draped between her legs.

The moment the thought of mingling bodies with such a girl entered my mind, all distracting thoughts vanished.

It was in the same context that I began to accelerate the reciprocating motion of my fingers.

“──A choked cry?!”

I somewhat forcefully pushed my fingers in, and Lucretia, stimulated deep inside her vagina by my fingertips, finally let out a lewd cry.

Her heavily flushed face highlighted not only shame but also an arousal that overshadowed it.

Feeling an inexplicable satisfaction from her reaction, I subtly twisted the corner of my lips.

“Are you enjoying this, Saintess-nim?”

“…!”

At the words I uttered, the tips of Lucretia’s ears turned bright red, like ripe apples.

“Wha, what, what kind of words, are those.”

Her voice, spoken in broken fragments, had absolutely no power.

Lucretia raised her eyebrows as if feigning anger, but it wasn’t threatening.

Rather, it only made me find her cuter, so perhaps it could be said she was digging her own grave.

I shifted my position slightly higher, practically mounting Lucretia.

“…A soft gasp of surprise?”

Of course, leaving enough space to continue prodding her vulva.

I then moved my other hand, which was somewhat free, towards her upper body.

Yes. Directly to Saintess Lucretia’s divine power pouch… to put it bluntly without being unnecessarily vulgar, towards her chest.

Squish.

“?!”

The Saintess’s breast, which I lightly reached out and grasped, was neither too large nor too small, a perfect size and shape to cup in my hand.

By feel, it seemed larger than Cheon Soyul’s but a bit smaller than Kanzaki’s.

Today, too, I had admirably thought of another woman during intercourse with my current partner.

I was aware that I was truly irredeemable trash, but what did it matter?

What was important now was that I seemed capable of satisfying Lucretia.

“A soft gasp, a sigh, a breathless moan…”

Her breathing began to grow rougher. Her short, sharp breaths were incredibly unstable and steeped in an undeniable sensuality.

To the extent that I felt an urge to immediately steal a kiss from those small lips.

I decided to hold back a little longer for now. The atmosphere might be unexpectedly broken, so a kiss could wait.

Instead, I continued to torment Lucretia’s left breast with subtle hand movements.

I poked the erect, pale pink nipple, tugged it lightly, then provocatively rubbed it with the tip of my thumb.

As her eyes grew hazy from these touches, I circled her areola with my fingers.

“A yelp, a gasp, a sharp exhale.”

Eventually, Lucretia truly lost all strength in her body. She was in a state of exhaustion, all tension released by the continuous stimulation from above and below.

I thought it would be quite difficult from now on, but without saying it aloud, I leaned my body forward.

My already swollen penis pressed against Lucretia’s groin.

“A soft, questioning moan?”

Did Lucretia, who had been staring blankly into the air, feel it too?

Her head then dropped listlessly, and her expression instantly stiffened.

Gush, gush.

Of course, even at this point, a lewd fluid was still endlessly flowing from between her legs.

The urge to immediately bury my head and indulge in that fluid was forcibly suppressed for now.

Now was not the time. Strictly speaking, the city was in a serious state, and the seal holding the monsters captive could break at any moment.

Therefore, while accompanied by minimal foreplay and petting… it was right to end the act quickly.

Yes. So thrillingly that it would be an unforgettable memory for Lucretia, rather than a bad one.

And as intensely as possible, enough to satisfy both her and me.

“Ah, gasp, wai, wait, a moment! A choked cry?!”

I moved my wrist faster. Lucretia seemed to realize she had reached her limit and tried to dissuade me, but it was useless.

I forcefully held her wrist while delving into her vagina, and before long, Lucretia threw her head back, her face pale.

“A long, drawn-out cry?!”

Spurt, spurt!

Her back pressed firmly against the bed, her hips floated upwards, and a colorless liquid provocatively sprayed from between her legs.

As our positions were so close, naturally, her arousal fluid clung to my body in various places…

Looking down at Lucretia, who was trembling all over, her fingertips and toes spread wide.

“…That was quite a spectacular climax.”

I stretched the corners of my lips into a truly ironic smile.

“A choked gasp, a grunt, a muffled cry, a moan… a whimper.”

Even as she ejaculated repeatedly, perhaps my voice wasn’t unheard by her.

Lucretia whimpered cutely, her face buried in shame.

Whether she knew that such an expression further stimulated my lust, I didn’t know, but the answer was utterly irrelevant.

After all, at this point, I had no intention of stopping whatsoever.

“Spread your legs, perverted Saintess-nim.”

“A sharp gasp, a whimper.”

“Let’s finish this quickly. We’re both warmed up, aren’t we?”

Lucretia was still not fully coherent. Despite that, I didn’t mind and parted her thighs.

Her disheveled white hair, her damp golden eyes, her flushed face, and her naked body slick with sweat.

To see this sight and not claim her would mean I wasn’t a man.

And, of course.

“…Haa, haa…”

Lucretia, though not looking directly at me, also made no attempt to resist even as I brought my object between her legs.

Perhaps for this moment, despite being strangers, we were of the same mind?

I pushed my body forward, creating that subtle sense of solidarity.

Thwock!!

“A sharp cry of surprise and pain?!”

It was the first insertion. Lucretia twisted her body and let out a lewd cry.

I had acquired the title of the world’s only [Man who took the Saintess’s virginity].