I Became the Sex Partner of a Saint Candidate

Squeak, squeak-

The bed frame squeaked intermittently as it had to support the full weight of two people.

The blanket was thrown on the floor and the pillow wasn’t doing its job very well.

Only the bed sheets, stained with sticky liquid and such, remain in place.

I held tightly to the hand of the woman lying beneath me and let out a ragged breath.

She looks up at me with her beautiful ivory hair carelessly down.

It is a very different, even erotic, look from her usual neat attire.

As I moved my body, the woman’s waist moved slightly, and as I went deeper, she shuddered as if she was enjoying it.

Despite the fact that the corners of his eyes are sharp and upturned in a prickly manner, his reactions are honest.

I suppressed the laughter that was about to break out and lowered my head slightly.

I was planning to lock tongues with the woman who was looking up at me with her bright blue eyes.

Tub.

Before my lips could touch hers, a pure white hand came up and stopped me.

The woman’s lips moved as the boiling heat suddenly dissipated.

“No kissing.”

“… … .”

“… … We’re not really that close, right?”

I frowned and thought to myself.

That’s true.