Chapter 498

The flickering candle shadows created a romantic atmosphere.

Reflected on my retina by the faint light of the lamp was a snow-white naked body. Swish, as the towel covering the woman’s body slipped down, my heart stopped for a moment.

It was the landscape I had longed to see.

The curve from the neck to the collarbone, the chest to the hips, thighs to the toes was breathtaking, almost suffocating. It was a beauty that made the word ‘captivating’ seem inadequate.

Words like ‘criminal’ or ‘violent’ came to mind.

I had to rack my brain to find even stronger adjectives. Especially when I reached the area of the lady virgin saint’s breasts, I was mesmerized.

Beautiful.

On the pristine canvas of white, soft pink tips could be seen. Just from the outward appearance, their elasticity and contrasting softness seemed apparent.

Her breasts appeared to excel not just in volume but also in texture.

Unconsciously, I swallowed and clenched my fists.

Eventually, my gaze traveled downward, where the slender waist and the curve of the hips, free from excess fat, came into view. The buttocks were equally developed, not unlike the chest.

Her naked body was so beautiful that it evoked a sense of reverence.

Of course, it was only fleeting.

I sensed a gaze watching me from somewhere.

Since there were only two of us in the room, naturally, the owner of the gaze was the saintly woman. She seemed to display signs of belated shame after revealing herself so willingly to my firm tone earlier.

Her slightly blushed cheeks and the frail attempts to cover her sensitive parts were evidence of this.

Perhaps her last shred of dignity, she looked away with a dignified air.

“Uh, ho-ow… huuh?”

Naturally, her words weren’t fully formed.

I immediately leaned in and kissed her collarbone.

Chk, chk, chk.

Startled by my sudden advance, the saintly woman’s body stiffened momentarily, then she started trembling with faint moans and desperate writhing. A sweet nasal tone was added to her voice.

Her skin had a fragrance, and when I kissed it, it tasted just as sweet.

Every time I suckled her soft flesh, faint red marks were left. As my kisses traveled from her collarbone to her neck, she said in a trembling voice,

“Ah, just… Huh, haa… St-stops tickling…”

“Remove your hands.”

Yet, overcoming the lady virgin saint’s resistance was deceptively simple.

At my firm single word, her gaze immediately wavered. Several emotions were reflected in her eyes:

Fear of the first experience.

The rising lust, her affection for the man loving her with abandon, and a flicker of anticipation.

The lady virgin saint hesitantly removed the hands covering her chest and groin. Afterward, I cupped her breasts while kissing her neck.

Her body, which couldn’t hide its lewd posture even behind clothes, became even more wanton and sensitive once the thin fabric was removed. Especially, being cornered against the wall, unable to resist, seemed to excite her even more.

Although not showing outwardly, I inwardly marveled at the lady virgin saint’s breasts as I touched them.

The sensation was distinctly different from touching through clothing.

The fleshy lump oozed with elasticity even as I tried to grasp it tightly. No matter how hard I squeezed, its size was beyond what I could handle. Each time her breasts deformed like dough in my hand, a faint moan escaped her lips.

The saintly woman’s reactions became more intense soon after.

“Huuh?!”

I tightened my grip on her breast.

A naked moan, brimming with heat, burst from her lips. It sounded like sweet juice splashing.

Before long, the saintly woman was tightly pressing her thighs together, clearly unable to contain her excitement.

How licentious.

I was grateful that this lewd body belonged exclusively to me. Some might say I should offer a prayer of thanks to the deity.

As I was fooling around with the saintly woman’s body,

“St-stop!”

Her urgent cries echoed. I paused my hand, a hint of dissatisfaction in my gaze.

Haa, haa.

The sweet smell was detectable in the saintly woman’s heated breathing. Her eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed, even though I hadn’t caressed her body for long, she was already like this.

Even before the proper caressing had begun, actually.

That made me even more curious.

Why had she stopped me?

The reason was revealed soon. The saintly woman didn’t even have the time to prepare for this moment.

“I’ll, leave a mark…”

“What?”

My tone had unconsciously shifted to informal speech, though the saintly woman did not question it.

Instead, she grew even more nervous, answering me in a respectful manner.

“Love bites will, remain… If it’s on my neck, everyone will see.”

“So what?”

Of course, I teased her with such a reply.

She visibly flustered. My lips were aiming beyond her collarbone to her neck and above—places that couldn’t be hidden, no matter how she tried.

The marks wouldn’t fade by the next day. Once the saintly woman returned to the Holy Kingdom, there would no doubt be whispers.

Even if she were the esteemed saint, walking around with obvious signs of love play could prick the conscience. Especially since everyone would know exactly who her partner was.

The saintly woman tried to object, embarrassed.

“But, I’m still… uuuh, hmm?”

However, I had no intention of obediently listening to her.

The saintly woman’s breaths became coarse instantly, then she bit her lips, releasing deep moans.

I pinched the tender pink tips of her breasts.

Sharp pain accompanied pleasure. The saintly woman’s head tilted back involuntarily, her shoulders trembling with seizures.

“Because I’m a saint, you know?”

“Hmm, haa… I’ve also received a halo… ahk?! Unh, uuuh?!”

Harder I pinched her pink tips, melodic moans escaped her lips in a rhythmic pattern. The saintly woman seemed to be in a state of complete disorientation from experiencing a first-time stimulation.

The plush buttocks of the saintly woman slipped backward unconsciously, and her thighs brushed against mine, creating friction. With the wall right behind her, the space to escape was limited.

Moreover, there was no escape from my hands.

Eventually, when I began twisting her pink tips, fragmented moans seeped through the trembling jaw of the saintly woman.

“Haa, ahk, hmm, haak…!”

“Don’t try to cheat. You’re pretending to be ‘the heavenly deity’s most beloved virgin’ even though you’re not a virgin, right?”

“Ah, I’m still a virgin…”

What insolence.

Angered by the saintly woman’s brazen words, I extended one hand to the groin area. And I reached between her thighs, finding the swollen nub nestled in the tightly pressed crack.

And I pressed it firmly once.

“Hiik?! Hee, uhiiit?!”

With a single thrust upwards, the saintly woman’s waist protested the intense pleasure. Unrelenting, I used my fingers to rub the cracks of her body.

The sound of water splashing echoed through the quiet room. There was so much wetness that water dripped down from my fingers.

“Still? Are you still a virgin with this?”

“Hiitk, yes?! St-stop… hmm, forgive me…!”

The saintly woman pleaded, clutching my arm with both hands.

She appeared at a loss with the overwhelming stimulation. The sweet breaths from her upper body leaning forward soaked my neck.

Strictly speaking, the saintly woman was still a virgin.

“At least for now.”

Looking back, the saintly woman had nothing to apologize for, but both she and I had long lost our senses. She was unconsciously begging for forgiveness in the face of the waves of pleasure washing over her.

I too found it increasingly difficult to suppress my rising lust.

Fortunately, there was no need for the cumbersome process of undressing. Having just finished washing, I only wore a thin gown covering my body.

I took one of the saintly woman’s hands, which were clutching my arm tightly, and guided it slightly below my waist.

The cold touch met the object that had swelled to its limit with a dull sound.

Subsequently, the saintly woman’s ragged breathing stopped.

She stared blankly, confused, as if the power had been cut. And tentatively exploring, her hands gauged the size of my member.

After completing her rough estimation, the saintly woman was left flabbergasted.

“You won’t be able to claim you’re a ‘virgin’ from now on.”

“Th-that, ah…”

The saintly woman swallowed audibly and looked up at me.

She was visibly terrified. Her trembling lips turned upward slightly.

It was an awkward smile.

“Before I took a vow to the heavenly deity to remain a virgin… Huuh?! No, nnng, hmm?”

There was no need to contradict her meaningless words.

I simply moved my fingers roughly and probed her secret garden. Each time, the splashing sound echoed, exposing the saintly woman’s brazen state.

“With this much wetness? Are you going to keep lying?”

“Haa! St-stops… Um, ahhk, forgive me…!”

Chop chop.

Her second apology continued, yet her greedy body knew no shame. My fingers were thoroughly soaked from the continuous flow of juices.