〈Chapter 500〉 6.5 Silent Night, Holy Night (12)
The Lady Virgin Saint’s reaction was as expected.
“Ugh, hiiiiiit?! W, what… what is…!?”
“You started it.”
At the sudden stimulus, the Lady Virgin Saint snapped back to reality, and the only thing I said to her was that one line.
I then threw her onto the bed. Before long, the situation had completely reversed, yet the Lady Virgin Saint didn’t seem to fully grasp what was happening.
Even if she did, it wouldn’t have mattered much anyway.
Her legs were already draped over my arms—meaning, she couldn’t close them even if she wanted to.
And this also meant that her private area was now completely exposed.
Instinctively, I thrust my hips forward.
“Ah, wait… hnk?! Ugh… nnnnnnggghh?!”
With a splash, a few droplets of liquid sprayed.
The Lady Virgin Saint trembled all over from the sudden penetration and experienced weak waves of climax. However, I had no intention of pausing for her repeated orgasms.
I just kept repeating a piston-like motion.
Splash, splash, splash.
With each moan, her fluids scattered in all directions.
“Grgh, agh?! Hnnng, haa… uhh, uugh… nnnngggghhhh?!”
The Lady Virgin Saint couldn’t resist the overwhelming waves of pleasure. She couldn’t even fully ride out the climaxes as her trembling body was left exposed to my assault.
With every strong thrust, her inner areas spasmed violently.
It felt like the orgasms wouldn’t end. Watching her let out vulgar screams, having lost all control, only further corroborated my hypothesis.
Of course, I too was nearing my own climax.
Because of how she was responding, the pressure against my member kept increasing, already causing my mind to go blank from pleasure. However, I felt something was still unsatisfying.
The reason for that became clear soon enough.
The Lady Virgin Saint’s breasts were bouncing like waves, and their elastic motion triggered a fleeting memory in my mind.
If I pounded her this hard, it would be better if…
And so, I finished my third climax with a surge.
As my breathing steadied, my body separated from hers once more.
“Haa, haa…”
The Lady Virgin Saint was gasping for air in a most uncomposed manner.
Her open mouth and half-lidded eyes testified to the intensity of pleasure that had overwhelmed her. Remarkably, even with her face in disarray, she remained beautiful.
However, my lust was still unspent.
I gently flipped her over.
Because of her large bust, her face didn’t get buried in the blanket and suffocate. Instead, I had a clear view of her snow-white behind.
The elasticity was more than sufficient.
I told her, as she lay there too exhausted to regain her senses,
“Raise your ass.”
But all the Lady Virgin Saint could do was fidget without showing a proper response.
After pausing briefly to think, I decided to use the method I’d previously applied with Senior Delphine.
With a crack, I struck her buttocks with my hand.
The impact seemed to wake her up instantly, as she immediately pushed her rear high into the air.
“Yes… yesss!”
Her entire body was limp, leaving her in an awkward position with only her rear end lifted.
Naturally, her private area was now exposed in full view. Through the pinkish fissure, a white, cloudy liquid was leaking out.
A peculiar sense of satisfaction warmed my chest.
Just as I was about to reinsert myself into her,
“St, stop… please…”
A faint, pleading sound escaped her lips.
I stopped briefly and turned my gaze toward her. The Lady Virgin Saint, thoroughly fatigued, rested her head on the blanket, struggling to breathe.
“You’re making me feel too good… I feel like I’m losing my mind… Just, please, give me a bit of a break…”
Even amidst her exhaustion, she emphasized that it wasn’t because she was feeling pain but because she was feeling good.
Still, she really did look like she had had enough. Since it wouldn’t be the only night, I thought it would be wise to let her rest for a bit.
“Do you hear? Please… beloved…”
Seemingly trying to convey her sincerity, she began to wag her raised butt.
Perhaps it was an instinctive response from a female in heat.
I watched silently at the lewd sight. With my member still inside her, each time her butt moved, a faint sensation coursed through my spine.
Was I imagining things?
Her slightly hazy, pale-pink eyes seemed to flicker with a faint fire as she glanced up at me.
“Forgive me, please? I already gave you my virginity… You’re so impressive, every time you penetrate, my mind goes blank… Hnnh?!”
Puff.
As I gently pushed in, her breathing became audibly rougher.
“Haa, haa.”
Looking into her expectant eyes, I couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.
Who in the world would call this woman a ‘Lady Virgin Saint’?
She was more aptly described as a ‘female in heat.’
And for that, it was even better.
With a crack, I slapped her buttocks again, causing her to tremble and moan in delight.
“Hnnk?!”
She was inherently promiscuous.
Like that, I spent hours indulging in her.
When I finally composed myself, it was already midday.
The bedroom, swept by a storm of passion, was in disarray.
No, not just the bedroom but the Lady Virgin Saint herself.
The prostrate Lady Virgin Saint could barely open her eyes, quivering. The white liquid that had overflowed from her private parts had mixed with her arousal fluids and blood to leave stains on the bed.
Did she get pregnant?
After all, she had kept provoking me yesterday.
I let out a faint chuckle.
Though I had seen her naked body enough to memorize it last night, I found my lust rising anew after just one night’s sleep. With her left completely vulnerable, any further misconduct wouldn’t meet with resistance.
I was about to swallow my spit and inch closer to her when…
“Beloved… hehe…”
The Lady Virgin Saint’s voice, soft as if in a sleep talk, froze me in my tracks.
She now wore a blissfully innocent smile, one so pure and vulnerable that I hadn’t seen it before.
I eventually let out a bitter smile.
After a brief kiss on her cheek, I adjusted her posture and lay beside her. It had been a long time since I had experienced such a hard-earned peace.
Didn’t I also have the right to enjoy?
That way, after far too many nights, I surrendered to a midday nap.
The night ends, and another night approaches.
As with everything, events are no exception.
Celin woke up gasping.
Her handcuffs and leg shackles immediately rattled as if in protest. A faint ray of light filtered in through a small window, a light she hardly recognized.
Night or day?
Since locking herself away in this cramped cell, even her sense of time had become ambiguous. I-an had pleaded to let her at least have a better room, but Celin couldn’t forgive herself.
What if she got controlled again?
Though no one was harmed last time, who could predict the future?
What if, someday, the blood of innocents would stain her hands?
The mere thought made the future seem terrifying. Celin lowered her trembling gaze to her hands.
The shackles were sturdy.
Only after confirming this did Celin let out a sigh of relief.
She then brooded about the scene she’d seen in her dreams.
It was strange.
Under the light of the moon, I-an and the Holy Lady had vowed their love to each other. Then they disappeared somewhere, followed by the sound of flesh meeting flesh and sweet moans echoing somewhere.
It was a sight that squeezed her heart tightly.
Celin was flawed. That’s why she couldn’t even stand beside I-an.
How could the most radiant woman take the place beside him?
Jealousy didn’t rise in her heart.
Instead, only powerlessness and inferiority weighed coldly on her chest.
At that moment,
“Not angry?”
Startled, Celin turned her gaze toward the source.
There she was—a girl with black hair and golden eyes, wearing an enigmatic smile.
Sitting casually on the edge of the table in the corner of the prison, the girl seemed perfectly at ease. Whistling and kicking her legs, she looked more like a mischievous kid on a picnic.
Clenching her teeth, Celin tried hard to ignore her voice.
Again.
Though she had once mistaken this girl for the real deal and caused chaos, in reality, she was nothing but a hallucination. Having fallen victim to a malevolent contract, Celin kept encountering these kinds of illusions.
“Hey Celin-oppa, you’re ignoring me? I even showed you what your beloved I-an was doing…”
“I never asked you to show me.”
Between clenched teeth, Celin managed to squeeze out those words.
Her gaze carried a hint of murderous intent. Still, the girl simply giggled, unfazed.
“Lack of spirit, sister… Did you know? Ever since that Arus whore clung to our I-an, my heart has been boiling with rage! If only it wasn’t for the orders of Lord Delphrium, I would have torn that woman to shreds already…”
Clang.
The chains rattled again as Celin curled herself up, covering her ears with her hands.
She then firmly shut her eyes, the reason clear.
She didn’t want to hear it.
Finally, the girl paused and wore a faint smile.
“I wonder how long you’ll last… I’m looking forward to it.”
As her body dissolved into shadows, her murmur lingered like an aftertaste.
“Finally, ‘envy’ arrives.”
That was it.
The Academy returned to stillness.
It was a silence as fragile as thin ice, bound to break at any moment.
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