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    ‘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 eaten is already a foregone conclusion, but 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 seductively on a leather-like sofa in a room with a soft 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 up on the sofa, with her private parts clearly 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.

    In particular, as if she had been holding it in for a long time, my eyes kept going to her vagina, where love juice was flowing… .

    It sounded as if he was telling me that he was going to fuck you like a dog with this.

    “What are you doing? Close the door and come in.”

    As I was looking at her, trying to engrave each and every detail of her appearance deep in my mind, I soon came back to my senses when I heard her poisonous voice.

    “Ah, 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 just this moment.

    She gestured lightly and asked me for my next move.

    Sreuk- Sreuk-

    He frowns and takes off his outer clothes. It was very humiliating because I felt like a real prostitute, but I didn’t want to be swayed by her violence again, so I couldn’t even think of resisting and slowly took off my outer clothes, giving me a strange feeling.

    Her eyes were fixed precisely on me, and she began to sip the wine she had placed right next to her and savor me as if she were eating me as a snack.

    “Priest Isaiah.”

    “Yes? yes Lord, Bishop… .”

    “Didn’t I tell you to be as naughty as possible?”

    “Sorry, sorry.”

    “Is this why your pussy gets wet?”

    “…”

    “If you are not confident that you will do well, at least try to make it look bad by moaning. 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 watched, sweating and sweating helplessly, she snorted and continued talking again.

    I guess “ has some pride. 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… .”

    The fur all over my body stood up for a moment, wondering if I 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 position, and somehow managed to cover up my important parts with an awkward posture.

    “That’s weird.”

    Her admiring voice was soon heard. He was looking at me so softly that it would be appropriate to say that he was swallowing his voice and licking.

    “More than that, isn’t Priest Isaiah thirsty?”

    “Yes? no. I’m not that thirsty… .”

    I suddenly wanted to say something, but the anxious feeling that enveloped my whole body made me stop.

    Thump-thump-

    Bishop Lisa tapping the armrest of her chair with her index finger. No words were exchanged between the two, but in the 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 and turned 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. Suddenly, he overturned the intact wine glass and spilled it all over his leg. The wine flowed down her white thighs and onto her calves, and at the end, a blood-red liquid gathered at her toes and dripped regularly, wetting the marble floor.

    “Lick. Isaiah Priest.”

    “Yes?”

    I was watching from afar, wondering what kind of eccentricity this was, and when she heard her command, a stupid sound suddenly came out of my mouth.

    ‘Lick this?’

    It’s truly insidious. I knew Bishop Lisa was a bitch, 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. I’ve been through worse things than this, but at this level, I still belong to the noble class.

    I was just a little embarrassed by the sudden situation.

    gulp-

    Without even having time to hesitate, I knelt down on the cold floor and focused my gaze on her feet. As I wiggle, the soles of my feet become wrinkled. Perhaps because I had been walking around all day, a sour scent seemed to sting my nose.

    I glanced up and looked at her. Bishop Lisa, with an alluring expression and a sense of conquest.

    He was breathing heavily, probably because he was excited just by having me at his feet.

    ‘Do I really have to lick it…? .’

    Licking the feet directly 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 feel 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 became irritated, I reflexively placed my mouth on her foot.

    Starting from the big toe where the wine was gathered, I started sucking it.

    “Haup… . swimming… .”

    The original salty taste and the sweetness of the wine fill your mouth.

    I wondered if I was nauseous because of the smell or taste, but it wasn’t as disgusting or unpleasant as I thought.

    Perhaps it was an adjustment due to the nature of the game, or perhaps I had gotten 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 looks like a real dog. How nice it would be if I listened to you as obediently as I do now.”

    “…”

    “Wash everything thoroughly. Then, even if it’s just a reward, I’ll let you suck it… .”

    I suck all the wine off the soles of my feet, climb up the stream, and before I know it, I’m 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 the angry object.

    “You look like a real 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’s okay if I 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.”

    As if I thought it was all over, Bishop Lisa pushed me away with her other leg and dropped me.

    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 Cooper liquid as if appreciating a piece of art.

    “It’s a shame. 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 really bad bastard too. Even while he was sexually harassing me with all kinds of insults, I was shaking 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 pounding like it was going to explode.

    It seemed like I had already become accustomed to her without even realizing it.

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