Ch.202Side Story 2. The Story After, Irina (5)

# The Story After, Eirene (5)

While Eirene insists that the Celestial Order must disappear, she can never deny her identity as a Saintess.

Although she called herself a person of power, what she’s trying to do now contradicts that position.

What she truly desires is to return to her past self.

Yes, to the time when she held only faith.

That’s why she wants to distance herself from the Celestial Order. And she knows well that if she withdraws from the Celestial Order, the organization will lose its center and disappear.

So her assertion is less about dismantling the Celestial Order and more about a process to reclaim proper faith.

Yes, despite everything, she is still a believer of the Celestial Order.

So even this action now.

“Mmm…”

A kiss of mutual desire.

At the point where the distance between them narrowed so much that they began to overlap, as if trying to confirm something deeply hidden within each other.

Eirene doesn’t resist.

No, she abandons resistance with just the slightest pressure on her hands that had unconsciously risen.

Yes, this act is close to a ritual of offering herself to god for her.

Lug had known this all along.

That’s why he decided to use that aspect to his advantage.

“Haap! Mmm…!”

A kiss so deep it nearly suffocated her.

The kiss, led entirely by Lug, was intense enough to prevent Eirene from breathing.

At the point when her face began to relax in ways she herself couldn’t recognize, as if her mind was clouded with fog.

Only then did Lug release Eirene.

The evidence of their entangled tongues stretched between them before breaking, and Eirene, who hadn’t shown any resistance since Lug grabbed her wrist, was now breathing heavily with a flushed expression.

Not noticing that her tongue was sticking out, uncouthly dripping saliva.

Seeing her look as if she wanted more despite receiving love so intense it took her breath away, Lug felt satisfaction but realized it wasn’t enough yet.

Riiip!

He tears her clothes. More precisely, it would be correct to say he tore away only the thin fabric covering her chest.

She was wearing thin clothes to begin with. So tearing them was a simple matter.

But such an action itself tends to make the other person feel bewildered.

“Ah…!”

A more surprised look, an expression more stained with pleasure.

For this, Lug decided to push Eirene even further.

Tearing her clothes was part of that too.

“Oh, if you had asked me to undress, I would have done so.”

“This way is more arousing.”

“Arous…!”

Eirene couldn’t bring herself to utter such a vulgar word and let her voice trail off.

Yes, it’s proof that she still hasn’t been able to abandon her identity as a Saintess.

That’s why Lug tore away the fabric covering Eirene’s chest with an even more nonchalant demeanor.

As he tore away the fabric covering her chest, the pink nipples that had been hidden by that pure white cloth were exposed. Naturally, Eirene’s face was also tinged pink.

Eirene’s hands started to rise to cover her chest in place of the torn fabric but stopped midway.

Having been prevented once already, she couldn’t make the same move again.

“Hmm.”

Lug gazing at Eirene’s chest as if it were a work of art, and Eirene averting her gaze with a face tinged with shame under his stare.

And that gaze makes one anticipate what will follow next.

When Lug’s hand finally stroked Eirene’s chest once.

“…”

Eirene endured that touch with a resolute expression before closing her eyes.

Her body trembled slightly at the touch that was like caressing a work of art, and her hand, which had stopped midway unable to cover herself, clenched into a fist.

So far, it was more shame, ticklishness, and tension than pleasure.

And as that action gradually led to the next stage.

Eirene’s brow, with her eyes tightly shut, furrowed even more.

“Hng!”

When Lug’s hand, which had been teasing Eirene’s chest as if tickling it for a while, finally grasped that breast.

A moan burst from Eirene’s mouth, but by then it was already too late.

“Hnng?!”

Once he started touching her, there was no hesitation in Lug’s actions.

He pushed forward and knocked her down.

Lying on the bed, Eirene endured Lug’s teasing touches with her arms limp at her sides.

Lug grasped Eirene’s breast and lifted it.

After lifting her breast like that, he pushed it upward and began to stimulate the nipple little by little with his fingertips.

He stimulated it lightly with his fingertips, then poked it sharply.

In response, Eirene, who had been trembling, let out a cry of pleasure.

“Kuh! Hng… Ah! Haang…!”

When he grabbed and started pulling, Eirene trembled as if writhing, but that resistance that wasn’t really resistance couldn’t last long to begin with.

Thud!

Lug pushed Eirene, who was unconsciously trying to move, even further.

Pressing down on Eirene with his body as if trying to restrain her, Lug eventually began to lick her breast.

Taking the pulled nipple directly into his mouth, he toyed with the tip with his tongue, just as he had been kissing earlier.

All Eirene could do, powerlessly pinned down by the strength of a robust adult male, was to accept the teasing with her eyes closed.

That’s what she thought, but…

“Eirene.”

“Eek?!”

It couldn’t end with just that.

Eirene was terrified by the sight of Lug’s formidably vicious sword-like form thrust before her eyes.

Having kept her eyes tightly shut, she hadn’t been able to confirm its shape or even realize it was right in front of her eyes.

“Please do it.”

“…What?”

“Do you not understand unless I spell it out for you?”

“N-No…”

Eirene, flustered by Lug’s cold tone, reached out her hand.

No, she tried to reach out, but Lug stopped her by shaking his head.

Eirene froze with her hand extended, and Lug, as if finding her frustrating, placed his manhood between her breasts.

In that state, Lug added a brief comment to Eirene.

“Use your tongue too.”

“…”

This time, Eirene could understand. She had enough knowledge to know what Lug wanted.

So she nodded and moved her lost hands to grasp her own breasts.

The act of grasping her own breasts with her own hands made Eirene understand more clearly what she was doing now.

Gulp.

Swallowing dryly, Eirene wrapped Lug’s manhood with her breasts. A warmth that was almost hot spread through her.

Eirene slightly raised her head and then lowered her gaze to look at that formidably vicious presence that couldn’t be fully wrapped even when placed between her breasts.

Looking at the moisture gathered at the tip protruding from between her breasts, Eirene soon licked it with her tongue as if entranced.

“Slurp…”

Eirene caressed that long shaft with her breasts while stimulating the glans with the tip of her tongue.

Thus began the Saintess’s service.

Her service to the god she served was devoted and at times appeared almost sacred. But was that not to his liking?

Lug pushed away Eirene’s hands, which were serving him using even her breasts, grasped those breasts with his own hands, and began to move.

“Ugh!”

At the action that even caused pain, Eirene let out a moan mixed with pleasure and pain and once again tightly closed her eyes.

Lug’s movements, as if not satisfied with just holding her breasts tightly and moving them up and down, began to move his hips, making it impossible for Eirene to even think about serving with the tip of her tongue.

“Hng! Kuh! Haang!”

Eirene looked up at Lug with tears in her eyes as he mounted her body and vigorously shook his hips.

That gaze contained a sense of pleading, but even more so, it held reverence for the god she served.

And Lug didn’t like that. Even while saying she would dismantle the Celestial Order, Eirene was still acting like a believer of the order.

That contradiction needed to be shattered. She needed to accept herself.

Without that, the relationship between Lug and Eirene wouldn’t change.

No, more precisely, it would be impossible for them to progress further.

A married couple should be equals, but right now, there was a clearly drawn hierarchy between the two.

After using Eirene’s breasts as a tool to express his desire, Lug eventually got up and forcibly made Eirene stand.

Eirene’s breasts, which had looked soft and white, were already reddened by Lug’s forceful touch, and Eirene was hugging her body while kneeling.

However, because of Lug’s earlier prevention, she didn’t cover her breasts, merely lifting them with her arms.

Not knowing that such a posture stimulated Lug’s lust, Eirene was just lowering her gaze and waiting for Lug’s next command.

Therefore, Lug decided to act according to his own desires without giving orders.

“Mmph?!”

In contrast to the kneeling Eirene, Lug, who had risen from his seat, grabbed Eirene’s head and forcibly made her take his manhood into her mouth.

And then, just as he had done with her breasts earlier, he now grabbed her head and shook it.

“Kuhp?! Mmm! Kup! Kuhp!”

Just a tool to express desire.

And a devout believer who accepts such treatment as if it were natural.

A violent act done to break that naturalness.

And Lug’s plan finally brought about a change in Eirene’s behavior.

“Mmmmph! Mph!”

Was it painful?

Eirene, who had merely endured whatever Lug did, now grabbed Lug’s waist and resisted. An instinctive defense born from discomfort contrary to her true feelings.

As tears streamed down her cheeks, Eirene looked up at Lug with open eyes, and eventually.

“Ha…!”

Lust appeared in her eyes.

At that momentary glimpse of an incomparably lewd look in her eyes, Lug felt a chill and simultaneously released his essence into Eirene’s mouth.

“Gulp! Hng… Mmph…”

At that moment of climax.

Eirene’s hands, which had been tapping Lug’s thighs in resistance, now wrapped around his waist and took his manhood deeper into her mouth.

Despite her discomfort, Eirene received Lug’s essence in her mouth and only after swallowing it with a gulp did she release her hands from Lug’s waist.

“Haa…”

Watching Eirene with a dazed expression, using her finger to wipe up Lug’s essence flowing from between her lips and swallowing it again, Lug said.

“I didn’t tell you to swallow it.”

“Ngh?!”

That action was neither service nor guilt, but purely what she herself desired.

The incredibly thick mask of Eirene began to crack.