Chapter 94 – [Porter] The Hawk of Love
“Oh, uh, that… This, that… The priest’s uniform was dirty… Sera-san lent it to me…”
Arin was flustered and uttered gibberish.
To give her story a rough guess, it seems that her clothes were soiled, and that Sera had given her these vulgar garments of her own in place of her priestly robes.
“So you had no choice but to wear it?”
“Yeah, that’s right! Because I can’t wear a dirty priest’s uniform…”
Arin sneakily showed the priest’s uniform in her hand.
There was something white stuck to her priestly uniform here and there.
I winked at her and she belatedly realized her mistake and hurriedly hid her clothes back.
“Ahhh… This, this is… It’s not particularly strange…”
“What is that white thing?”
She doesn’t know that it was me who gave her goddaughter.
In Arin’s mind, I would still be in the position of a disciple receiving her teaching.
Was that kind of teacher actually a lustful woman who fiddled with men’s peppers and walked the streets in prostitute-like clothes like this?
From that day on, the honor that comes from her title of priest falls to the bottom.
“… Ooh, milk…”
“There is no pasture here.”
She looked at me in a cold sweat.
I made a contemptuous expression and slightly frowned.
“… Priest. Didn’t you tell me that desire is an ordeal from the Goddess? The current priest looks like… She looks defeated by her needs.”
Arin, who was desperately shaking her head, said this with her face brightening up as if she had a good idea.
“Oh, Goddess… ! He never said anything like don’t walk around with her clothes off, no, no… ! And, that, the proper release of desire is rather helpful…”
Something about this sounds familiar.
Come to think of it, these were her words while I was flirting with her.
At that time, it was a rough word in the sense of getting used to exposure, but it works better than I thought.
When I got my words back, I was speechless for a moment, but thinking about it, it wasn’t me who was scared anyway, it was this year.
“So this is the proper urge?”
“…”
As I stared at her breasts, she sneakily covered them.
“Why are you doing that when you just showed it well?”
“Ugh, ugh… You are so…”
What’s too much
Who was the first to go to the chest?
As Arin stumbled upon her answer, she began to appeal to her sympathy, with her tears welling up.
“Whoa… The other day, I kept inquiring about exhibitionism, so I wondered if that was the case?”
“Oh, no…”
Her eyes are spinning round and round.
But there is no one to help her
“I can’t believe what the priest said anymore. To think of such a person as a teacher… I am all ashamed.”
“Oops, oops…”
She widened her eyes at my words, and she soon lowered her head with a look of guilt.
“I’m sorry!”
In the end, it was she who raised her white flag first.
Arin makes excuses… According to her, she invited me to her room to explain her situation.
It was because the risk of getting caught was too great to keep talking outside.
This is how I entered her room for the first time.
It was a little difficult because it seemed like laughter would keep leaking out as things went smoothly, but somehow I managed to maintain a firm expression.
Well, like all dorms, the room was the same as mine.
The only other thing is the bible on the table.
As I stared at Arin, she shrank back in embarrassment.
“Why are you covering up?”
“That, that… I’m ashamed…”
“I heard you were dressed well until a little while ago.”
“That’s why I apologized…”
This woman is talking nonsense.
“What does that have to do with this? Keep wearing it.”
“Eww…”
Even if I wanted to change, I couldn’t change because I was sitting here.
“I believe that you will not chase me out by calling me and telling me to leave for a while.”
“That, but…”
“Are you going to betray my trust again?”
She flinched at my words.
“Anyway, I’m not in a state where I don’t have sexual desire right now. Don’t worry.”
Yes.
I was so used to detours that I forgot, but my sex drive was dead.
Of course it’s not perfect.
It’s nothing more than a makeshift way to suppress Arin’s curse with that blasphemous necklace.
I had to do something quick to get my cock off before it really died.
In fact, it’s ominous that her cock seems to be a little black these days.
Arin hesitated as if she was still a bit reluctant even after she heard me.
Well, it doesn’t matter because there will be no time to cover it soon anyway.
“Priestess.”
“… Yes.”
When I spoke in her voice, she lowered her head.
“Tell me honestly. Did you do it because you felt good?”
“… That’s right.”
Arin couldn’t bear to lift her head in shame.
“I definitely said that a little bit of exposure isn’t okay. But I wasn’t talking about this level of exposure. Yes?”
“… Yes.”
She shrank more and more every time I spoke of her.
It would be even more embarrassing to be caught up to the point of trying to make a clumsy excuse.
“I was grateful that he taught me a lot, but to be honest, I can’t believe what he said right now. Wasn’t it all a lie?”
“That, that’s not it… !”
At my words, Arin hurriedly raised her head and made excuses.
Thanks to her, her feeble breastbone came into my field of vision.
“I can’t keep what he said, so what can I trust and follow the priest’s words? Isn’t it?”
I pretended not to see and spoke calmly.
In fact, I don’t have a necklace right now, so I don’t really look good.
“I still remember the last time I danced in a striptease. Still, I believed that there would be unavoidable circumstances… What is this?”
Arin couldn’t easily answer my words.
He said it so well, but he himself couldn’t put it into practice, so he himself would have nothing to say.
“The priest said it. People can shake at any time. We have to overcome it with stronger faith.”
“Yeah, that’s right… !”
Instead of scolding her, Arin’s face brightened when I returned her story as it was to me.
I suppressed a laugh and continued talking.
“He said that all the brothers and sisters who have faith are friends and teachers. Right?”
“Yes yes! That’s right!”
It used to be a bit more dangerous, but I heard that the interpretation has changed due to political disputes.
I’m not really interested in the details, but anyway, the point is that there is something to be learned from all people who are not heretics or pagans.
Arin nodded vigorously as I slightly revealed that I had been listening to her.
Yes, she digs her own grave.
“It seems to me that Sister Arin is shaking in her faith. In times like this, we have to overcome with firmer faith.”
“… Yes?”
Arin listened to me for a moment and tilted her head.
“I will help you. He’s not dying now, but there was only one good thing I learned from my father, and that is that people need to be right to know.”
“… What did you say?”
Arin looked at me with her dumb eyes.
I’m sorry, but that’s true
“Get up.”
When I grabbed her by the arm and forced her to stand, she didn’t understand what was going on and got up in my hand.
In the meantime, it is even pitiful to cover her own breast with her remaining arm.
“Open your palms wide.”
She looked at me with a puzzled face.
“Ji, what are you going to do now… ?”
“Isn’t this all because the priest is lax? I will straighten out your wavering faith.”
Arin finally understood the situation and her face turned pale.
“Um, what are you saying… !”
I pulled out her staff hanging from her waist before she could run away.
It’s not her staff that Seria gave her, it’s the small staff she stole from before.
Match!
Of course, it would hurt more than I thought because I hit her palm when I wasn’t even ready to get hit properly.
“Huh! Mi, are you crazy?”
Arin rubbed her tingly hands and tried to run away from her room.
“Are you disappointing me again? If you go now, you will be the same for the rest of your life.”
“…”
“Admit it. Priestess has already recognized the pleasure of exposure. It’s not true here all your life, is it? If you go out later, can you go and bear it then?”
“I-I can’t even do that much…”
Arin turned her head and murmured.
“Tell me honestly. Do you really think it’s possible?”
“…”
When I look at the history, I can never go back.
She is a true exposure freak.
An incorrigible pervert who gets excited just by seeing her naked body.
In fact, I don’t even need this kind of pervert.
What I want is a slave who is loyal to me, not a prostitute who spreads her legs to everyone.
“I know you are ashamed and resentful right now. Then think of it the other way around. If I’m patient, there won’t be anything like this in the future. I will help you correct the priest.”
“… After saying that, isn’t it that you’re trying to do what you like in the end?”
Right.
I intend to use this to educate her on her manners.
You can’t take off your clothes without my permission, and I plant fear of corporal punishment so that you don’t go against it.
So, I am gradually coloring Arin with my taste.
“Don’t you remember the curse you put on me? See it. Whether I was excited or not.”
Of course, my cock is limp.
Her pleasure in changing her to her taste remains the same, but it does not lead to her sexual desire, at least as long as her curse is cast.
Of course I can avoid that now, but from her point of view, it’s not yet.
“I am really doing this to help the priest. It’s simple, ignorant, but the most effective method.”
“It’s a mess to say. No one will fall for such nonsense.”
Arin, who had been in conflict for a long time, muttered that and took a step closer to me.
“That, so… I think this is a punishment for me.”
Then, with her eyes closed, she held out her palms to me.
Heh, heh…
I succeeded.
There is a fact that I found out while lying around with Seria, but the effect of the tattoos engraved on us seemed to be the kind that maximizes the senses.
The reason why I feel better than usual when I get hit or when I get hit is because that sense is maximized.
But the important thing is that it’s not just about sex.
Even in pain, the pain given by the owner becomes something different from usual.
Being beaten with a cane only hurts, but when the owner of the tattoo strikes a slave with a cane, it hurts and at the same time becomes a strange pleasure.
According to Seria, her heightened senses seem to take pain so excessively that she replaces it with pleasure so as not to ruin her mind, she said.
I said some more difficult things, but in summary, my slaves get pleasure from being beaten by their masters.
The moment I heard those words, I took Arin’s direction as her assistant with exposure and masochism.
Even so, she wanted to differentiate herself from Seria, but at the right time, she found out something interesting.
She was a bit worried about how to get her to this point, but Sera gave her a good chance.
I hope you know this isn’t it?
Upon closer inspection, Arin’s nipples were standing there as her hands trembled and waited for her whip.
It’s excited
Are you trying to make excuses like this again?
Punishment for yourself?
The words are good, but in the end, they just want to experience the unknown pleasure once again.
Now I will be easily deceived by the excuse, but one day the time will come when I will have to admit all these facts.
The fact that she is a pervert who likes to be beaten by exhibitionists.
Damn!
“Hahm… Hehe… Wow, it’s thrilling. But, because it’s punishment…”
She slammed her palm hard on her pin and she twisted her legs and slightly bent her knees.
