Ch.203Side Story 2. The Story After, Irina (6)

After the Story, Eirene (6)

Eirene was flustered by Lug’s observation, but it didn’t last long.

Quickly regaining her composure and feigning calmness, she looked up at Lug while still kneeling. Her appearance was the very image of a saintess praying to her god.

“……”

It was enough to restore Lug’s manhood to full health, despite having just released moments ago.

The sacrilegious thrill of defiling a devotee who seemed unbreakable.

The fact that she was his own follower made it even more exciting for Lug.

His goal was to strip away Eirene’s mask and see what lay beneath.

Though these were calculated actions toward that end, at this point, wouldn’t anyone want to act regardless of plans?

Wouldn’t anyone want to stain that dignified expression with pleasure?

Because Eirene seemed to particularly deny her own pleasure, paradoxically, she could reveal her true self.

“What shall we do about this now?”

Lug asked, pointing to his reinvigorated manhood.

Eirene was speechless.

It wasn’t so much that she was dumbfounded, but that she truly didn’t know how to respond.

It couldn’t be helped.

What would she know? She was merely passively doing what Lug commanded.

The only time she had acted on her own initiative was when Lug had pointed it out. Just remembering that made her head spin, but Eirene nibbled her lips and waited for Lug’s words.

However, Lug just stared at her without giving an answer.

“Sh-should I do this…?”

Unable to bear the silence, Eirene reached out and grasped Lug’s manhood. Lug didn’t mind the cool touch of her long, slender fingers, but since he wasn’t planning to be satisfied with just that, he sighed.

“Shouldn’t we move to the next step?”

“H-how am I supposed to do that from here?”

Eirene felt wronged.

After all, she was kneeling and looking up at Lug, who was standing straight.

Was he expecting her to push him down? Was he asking her, a saintess, to do such a thing?

For Eirene, who was essentially a novice in all such matters, this was far too difficult.

“It seems I’ve asked something too difficult of you.”

“……”

His tone sounded disappointed.

Eirene’s pride was hurt, but there was nothing she could do.

Of course, she didn’t realize that what she had already done was more than enough, even excessive.

“Then let’s get you ready.”

“…Ready?”

“Yes, prepare yourself. Do I need to explain this too? Spread your legs and get wet.”

“Ugh……”

Eirene was momentarily frightened by his commanding tone, but soon decided to obediently follow Lug’s orders. She had promised to do so at the beginning, hadn’t she?

And Lug was the god she served. The will of a god is absolute, so doubting it is forbidden.

Her faith would never waver, so her love and trust wouldn’t falter even in the face of such harsh words and commands.

“Haah……”

Eirene finally spread her legs vulgarly as Lug ordered.

And as she reached out with her pale, slender hand to touch her most intimate place—

“……”

Eirene realized she was already prepared.

Not just her lower half.

She was so wet that it showed through her thin clothes.

“Uugh……”

Shame washed over her.

Above all, she was ashamed that Lug was seeing her in such a state. She was supposed to be the most pure and devout saintess, yet here she was in such a vulgar position.

She felt like crying, but still decided to follow Lug’s will.

“Kyak?!”

But before she could fully steel herself, Lug pushed her down again.

No, was it just pushing her down?

Lug swept down to her spread legs, grabbed her ankles, and lifted them up, completely reversing the positions of her upper and lower body.

With her back and part of her shoulders touching the floor and her lower body suspended, Eirene felt indescribable shame, but Lug paid no attention to that.

“Kuk?!”

And Eirene had no time to worry about it either.

Without any warning, Lug thrust his magic sword into the saintess’s most intimate part, and Eirene bit down hard to suppress her scream.

“Kup! Hib! Heuuk…!”

Lug thrust from above to below.

Eirene let out sounds that were somewhere between moans and screams at the unexpected position.

It hurt. But she felt pleasure.

Gradually her mind grew hazy, and the proportion of moans in her voice increased.

She was becoming excited by the feeling of being handled.

“Heuuk?!”

The first ejaculation.

Without warning, semen entered through Eirene’s womanhood.

With her lower body lifted, it poured in without flowing out.

Just as Eirene’s eyes welled up with tears at this hot and violent love—

“Heut?!”

Lug immediately changed positions and continued their connection.

As if not satisfied with just releasing once or twice.

He roughly rubbed Eirene’s chest and inserted his fingers into her mouth to enjoy the sensation of her tongue.

While gently wiping away the tears flowing from her eyes, he used her as a tool for pleasure.

He was using Eirene as a mere instrument for pouring out pleasure, just as he had initially planned.

“Ugh!”

After thrusting while holding her lower body, he grabbed her waist, flipped her over, and thrust from behind.

Like animals mating, Lug tormented Eirene, even lifting her wrists when she gripped the bedsheet tightly, as if he couldn’t bear to see even that.

“Haang!”

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

He thrust while holding both her wrists from behind.

Unable to support her own body, Eirene’s voluptuous breasts were pressed against the bed and shook.

It hurt, but she also felt pleasure from the act.

The soft touch of the bedsheet, the pressure, and the sensation of rubbing back and forth.

Swish. Swish.

When Lug thrust, Eirene moved forward with a moan.

She moved as if trying to escape from Lug, unable to endure the pleasure.

When Eirene had “escaped” to the edge of the bed, Lug released her wrists as if he had been waiting for this moment, grabbed her waist, and stood up from the bed.

“Uugh……”

Eirene was startled to find herself standing on her own feet.

Her legs felt weak, like she might collapse.

No, more than that, the foreign sensation penetrating her lower body made even standing a torment.

But she didn’t need to worry about that. Lug held her abdomen and chest, fixing her in place.

Eirene bit her lips at Lug’s actions—his manhood penetrating her lower body and his hand gently pressing on her abdomen. The same went for his tight grip on her chest.

Eirene stood there, impaled by Lug.

The foreign sensation was so intense that she wanted to escape this position as quickly as possible.

Yes, if only there was something she could hold onto or lean against…

‘Ah…’

Had Eirene’s prayer been answered? As she moved, half-held by Lug and almost falling, her fingertips touched something solid.

When she painfully raised her head, she saw a table in her grasp.

And beyond that.

“Ah…”

Come to think of it, the one who would answer her prayers was the man currently driving her to the edge.

Yes, her hand had reached not because of her wish, but because he had guided her there.

“N-no…”

The table in her grasp.

And what was on that table.

She wanted to turn away the moment she saw it, but Lug’s hand, which had been holding her abdomen, now gripped her chin and fixed her gaze.

“Look.”

“L-Lug…”

“How is it?”

What Eirene saw before her was a large mirror.

And in it, she could see her own reflection, which had been unknowable until now.

It was shameful.

It was hard for her to accept the expression she was making.

For Eirene, who could control not only her expressions but even her emotions at will, seeing her own face so disheveled and unrestrained was a first.

‘Th-this… This isn’t me… Th-this is…!’

Was she not a saintess but a prostitute?

Eirene, stained with pleasure, couldn’t bear to look at an expression she herself couldn’t understand, and tightly closed her eyes.

It was the moment when Lug’s strategy—to continuously push Eirene and draw out emotions and pleasures unknown to her—had come to fruition.

“Look.”

“I-I don’t want to…”

“Even though it’s my command?”

“……”

Eirene nibbled her lips and quietly opened her eyes. She could still see her expression stained with pleasure.

“Now you’re being a little more honest. Just enjoy the moment.”

“Enjoy… it?”

“Yes, it’s an order. Enjoy it.”

“……”

‘Order.’

It was like a magic word.

As if it were an indulgence, Eirene nodded slightly and accepted the moment.

“Hic… Heuk… Uuugh!!”

And in that moment, she was able to reach true climax.

***

Eirene sat on Lug’s lap, facing him.

She no longer felt embarrassment or shame.

Having finally become honest with herself, Eirene was now able to express love rather than faith.

“Ah…”

Even then, Lug and Eirene remained connected, and unlike before, Lug was now moving gently, entirely for Eirene’s sake.

“You said you would disband the Celestial Order.”

“Heut… Y-yes… Sh-should I not? If you wish…”

“No, do as you intended. But let’s be honest with ourselves.”

“Ho-heut?! Honest…?”

“Yes, like now.”

Lug embraced Eirene, and she could once again face the mirror behind him.

She saw her own lewd expression.

Yes, her real face, not the mask of piety and purity.

“Don’t condemn yourself as a bad person, just make choices that are honest to your emotions.”

“Heut!”

Eirene couldn’t answer Lug’s words as she was already reaching what might have been her umpteenth climax.

“J-just… a… moment! I-I just came…!”

“You didn’t answer me, so this is punishment for contempt.”

“That’s…!”

Now it was time again to satisfy Lug’s desires rather than Eirene’s.