episode_0081

My tongue is tingling. First of all, I was told to clean it with my mouth, which I did, but I was sitting there using my tongue like it was a dick.

Fuck you… . Do they even see me as a person in the first place? Why is the treatment worse than that of livestock? When she feels frustrated, she calls me in and uses me like a dildo, and lately I haven’t come out from under Bishop Lisa’s desk.

At this point, I was starting to wonder if I was really a priest.

In fact, I thought it was born as Bishop Lisa’s exclusive dildo.

“Puhhe… .”

The lips that fall only after sucking out all the love juice from the body. I wiped the love juice from the corner of my mouth with my arm and looked up at Bishop Lisa.

“Bishop, I’m done.”

Bishop Lisa takes one look at me panting under her crotch and smiles with satisfaction. Immediately, she gestured with her chin and pointed to a bundle of tobacco lying on the desk.

Fuck… . That’s a bit expensive… .

It may be difficult, but there are a lot of things to do.

ha… .

Since I couldn’t do this to his face, I sighed deeply, grabbed the table, and stood up.

I felt truly miserable that I couldn’t even be openly annoyed anymore.

Anyway, I put it all together, took a tobacco candle and a match from the drawer under the desk, and immediately put the tobacco in her mouth.

I was no stranger to it, and as I sat there with the fire lit, I started laughing at the absurdity of it all.

“Phew… . Good… .”

Bishop Lisa sinks into the sofa, looking much more at ease, as if her anger has calmed down through sex.

Just a moment ago, I felt like I was going to break it, but I couldn’t read the change in this woman’s emotions.

“Bishop… . But why did you call me?”

“Ah… . That one?”

After messing around for a while, I guess I forgot. I, too, only heard that Marsha had to go to Bishop Lisa, but I knew nothing.

“I just called because I wanted to talk to Priest Isaiah. Why?”

“Ah… .”

There’s nothing I can say about it because it’s such a fundamental reason. Then, this crazy bitch didn’t do anything else, she just wanted to do it with me, so she called the girl below… .

He’s a real idiot… .

“Why do you look at me like that? Do you want to play another round?”

“Oh, no… . It’s really hard for me and I can’t do it anymore… .”

When asked if he wants to do it again, he quickly shakes his head in response. I was worried that I might get eaten again if I stayed here any longer, so I quickly picked up my clothes and put them on.

“Hmm… . Priest Isaiah, are you going already?”

When Bishop Lisa saw me getting dressed, he asked me if I felt sad.

Then shall we go? If it were you, would you be here? The words rose up in my throat for a moment, but I barely swallowed them again and smiled kindly.

“Ah… . I still have work to do. lol… .”

I make some lame excuse and approach the door. It was the moment when I turned the doorknob and was about to go out.

Da da da da da!

Suddenly, the sound of rushing footsteps was heard coming from the hallway beyond the door. For a moment, my body stiffened and I flung open the door, wondering if it was possible, and urgently turned my head to look down the hallway to see who it was.

“Priest, what did you just say?”

“Yes? No, outside… . Someone… .”

As if it wasn’t just me who was mistaken, Bishop Lisa quickly got up from smoking a cigarette. However, the person who had already run away before I could see him, I couldn’t even find a trace of him.

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“Ha… . ha… .”

After running for a while, Rachel reached a deserted place behind the church.

After confirming that no one was there, she immediately sat down on the floor and exhaled heavily.

Yes, priest… . With the bishop… ?

Now, did I see it wrong?

It sounded too clear to be dismissed as simply an illusion.

The priest’s frail voice seemed to be panting beneath the bishop. Even though I denied it dozens and hundreds of times in my head, I was never wrong.

“Ha… . Uh, why… .”

I was just moving some stuff out of the warehouse to prepare for tomorrow’s communion and was heading back to report. It was never my intention to eavesdrop or peep.

No, I didn’t even see it in the first place.

The door was locked so it was impossible to even check inside.

but… .

The voice… .

It was clearly the priest’s.

I could never have known.

I’ve been in contact with the priest so many times, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to tell the difference.

Almost every time I made eye contact, I would cast a soundproofing spell and go into the priest’s dormitory all night long.

Sharing saliva, pressing each other, rubbing flesh… .

however… . Did you do that with someone other than me?

My hair turns white. I couldn’t imagine a priest having sex with another woman. How much did we like each other, but how… .

After all, the other person is also a bishop.

If it were an ordinary believer, they would have just broken down the door and flipped everything over, but that wasn’t possible.

“No… . This is a dream, it must be a dream.”

Rachel pinches her leg, unable to accept the broken reality. I pinched my flesh with the intention of tearing it out, hoping to wake up from this shitty dream.

“Ugh… . eww… .”

I didn’t wake up… . It’s not a dream… .

Rachel only faces reality after being pinched to the point of bleeding. Now, my heart has become so empty that I feel like it is in vain.

I liked it… .

I loved you… .

“Haaah… .”

I look up at the clear sky and laugh helplessly. It was so unbelievable that I burst out laughing out of bewilderment.

Since when?

Did you actually like me from the beginning?

As time passes, everything starts to become suspicious.

He was the man who always hugged Rachel and spoke of his love to her first. Because he said more than anyone else that he liked me and that I loved him, there was never any suspicion that he was playing around with other women.

The occasional rumor among believers about him was so charming that I thought it was just a baseless rumor going around.

I had no doubt that he could never do that.

Because I love you, I trusted you more than anyone else.

Jureuk-

I looked up at the sky blankly for a while and suddenly felt a squishy sensation on my lower abdomen.

Thinking that it could not be possible, I put the tool aside and looked down, and saw something unbelievable happening below.

Am I excited?

A thin liquid that gradually spreads through panties with embroidered polka dots. I was so excited and unable to come to my senses in a situation where my man was being fucked by another woman.

“… ”

When the edge of her panties was moved to the side, Rachel’s white pussy without any hair was revealed. Even though she had been fucked hundreds and thousands of times by Priest Isaiah, she still maintained her pretty appearance and was spewing out an unidentifiable transparent liquid from her private parts.

Then, when I gently trace it with my hand, the thick, viscous liquid comes out onto my fingertips.

In a situation where she couldn’t speak, her expression gradually became stiff.

“Am I really crazy… ?”

No matter how you look at it, this is insane. I couldn’t be more devastated that I was so excited when my most precious thing was taken away by someone else.

“Haha… . haha… . Priest… . why… ?”

As if someone had replayed it in my head, I could hear Priest Isaiah’s faint groaning sound just now.

Why? I hate the priest… . I hate you so much… .

“Ha… . ha… . Priest… . Priest… .”

What were you doing there? I couldn’t imagine it just by hearing it. What is clear is that the priest was crying more happily than when he was crying with me.

Ugh… . no… .

Has he really gone crazy? His head is a mess and at some point he is digging into his private parts with his fingers that are like corn. It was disgusting, dirty, and horrible, but for some reason, this stupid body became even hotter.

The humiliation and humiliation of having something precious taken away… .

I don’t know… . I don’t know… .

One finger is not enough. two… . no… . three… .

Soft- soft- soft- soft- soft-

Even though I crammed in a few more pieces, I still felt frustrated because I couldn’t fill it up.

“Ugh… . Priest… . Ugh… .”

Nevertheless, Rachel continued masturbating, gritting her teeth and suppressing her sobs as much as possible.

What is this doing now?

Even though I feel unfair and angry, my hands never stop.

Plus, strangely enough, there is a lot of water today.

A crunching, vulgar sound was heard, as if one were dipping one’s hand into a deep puddle.

Priest… . Priest… .

Since it is impossible in reality, I punish the priest in my delusion. Choking, hitting, stepping on… . Why are you giving what is mine to someone else? . I express my sorrow.

“Ugh… . Sigh… !”

Pushy-push-push-

When you put your finger in and pry the inside mercilessly and violently, the fountain bursts without any filtering. What was originally supposed to be soaked on the priest’s body lost its way and was scattered miserably on the dirt floor.

“Ha… . ha… .”

After a climax, Rachel looks straight ahead with lifeless eyes.

The empty eyes could not contain anything, so I whimpered and gently pulled out the finger that had been placed in the secret area… .

Only then did my eyes come into view, hands soaked with love juice.