Profession, Merchant Volume 8 Side Story III (Patreon)

Side Story – The Church Priestess III

Why did I say that? Well, I can’t just say, “It’ll be boring,” you know? So I thought of a reason.


“You submitted an application for a duel and fought a duel under those conditions. And since I witnessed it in the name of the one and only God, the prestige of the Andersen State Church is at stake if you don’t immediately execute the terms in the application.”


It’s a reasonable claim, even for me.


“Oh no, this can’t be true. I don’t wanna…”


What a beautiful expression. Her face is pale, and she is trembling slightly.


The merchant, on the other hand, seems somehow depressed.


What is there to be depressed about? Swallow your strange pride and quickly –


“If you don’t like it that much, I’ll leave you alone. This was your idea, to begin with. I don’t enjoy forcing a woman who doesn’t like it that much either.”


“R-really?”


This is absurd! Why can’t you say what you think? I can see in your eyes that you want to fuck this woman.


“No can do. We cannot tolerate such alteration of agreement.”


I screamed at once, but I didn’t know what to say that was unacceptable.


So I racked my brain.


“If you had just submitted the duel application form to the government office, that would be fine. But this duel was conducted under the notary witness of the Messianic Church, whom you, woman, even asked personally. Therefore, the conditions stated in the duel request must be strictly enforced, even if both parties agree to refuse the request. Otherwise, woman, you will have to face God’s judgment”.


I was so impatient that I made up such a story. I tried to scare her as much as I could, but was it too much for her?


“Guh… even though we have already agreed… ….”


“So what are you going to do now?”


The merchant asks.


“I-I understand… do what you want.”


It is done.


There was no mistaking it at that moment. The forlorn look on his face has disappeared, replaced by a perverted one, as if ‘Hyahaha, I can have sex with a beautiful girl!’ was written on it.


“Like I said, you don’t have to force yourself. I won’t do anything if you’re so unwilling”.


What is he saying at this stage of the game?


I really doubted his judgment.


Or rather, I can’t help but be impressed by the fact that he keeps saying it with such a sloppy face.


“Haven’t you heard? God’s judgment will come if we don’t do something, and the priests will attack us in droves!”


The female warrior refutes.


“Us? No. Only you. It looks like you didn’t hear what she said. It’s only you, woman, who will face God’s judgment. Isn’t that right, priestess?”


“That’s right.”


I nodded with a straight face.


“As for me, I’m not so desperate to have sex with you nor so perverted that I crave your body right away. In fact, I don’t care what happens to you because it’s your choice. But if you’re eager, I’d be more than happy to do it.”


I see. This man is not only a scoundrel, he is also infinitely mean. In other words, he wants her to beg him against her will.


Good God, I know it’s very unprincipled, but there’s nothing I can do about it.


I’ll let him do what he wants, just this once.


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The merchant and the female warrior began to kiss without incident, although, at one point, I wondered what would happen.


But what an obscene thing a real kiss is, by the way.


I had only ever seen it in a porn book.


I was so embarrassed when I heard the sound of real lips and tongues entwining like living creatures and making noises with saliva that I felt my cheeks heat up.


“Hey, priestess. What could a woman do to help a man get more excited about this sort of thing? I would like to hear your opinion, even if it is just in general terms.”


The merchant asked me this, and with my knowledge of shunpons, I quietly suggested ‘fellatio’.


However, the female warrior did not seem to know what fellatio was.


“Generally, fellatio is when a woman sucks on a man’s genitals with her lips,” I told her.


I gave her an earful.


Now, the female warrior pulled down the merchant’s trousers, exposing his hard-on.


My heart leaped as I saw a real male organ for the first time in my life.


It’s a strange shape. I wondered if the male genitals of the world were all so hideously shaped.


I see that the tip is indeed like a turtle’s head. However, on the reverse side of the glimpse, there is a horrifying vein, and it would be wrong to describe it with such a pretty thing as a turtle.


I can only wonder if men are not surprised to see it when they urinate or bathe.


It is so ugly and disfiguring that you’ll want to avert your eyes from it.


I even regretted that I had been foolish enough to try to appreciate them with a light heart, based on my image of them from a well-modified shunpon.


However, despite what I thought, both my eyes were glued to his male genitalia and would not move away.


It seemed to have some kind of magical power, as it contorted majestically without regard for its ugliness.


In contrast, the lips of the female warrior at the grasp of his fingers were cherry red and as fresh as a citrus fruit.


When the beautiful elasticity touched the ugly turtle’s head, the monster leaped up as if it were flailing.


True, it looked like a monster, a creature with a life of its own. But it was only an illusion since it seemed to be attached to the lower torso of the merchant’s body.


His shoulders twitch in reflex, and ecstasy begins to appear in his eyes.


After a while, the merchant begins to instruct the female warrior, and she, with her pretty mouth, sucks the black rod into her mouth.


The way her well-formed, rich cheeks get deformed and constricted, it looks as if the filth of the male genitalia is cruelly destroying the value of this beautiful girl, a lovely maiden.


The sound of her saliva, which she secreted in great quantities, also fatally marred her daintiness and stained her existence with obscenity.


Yet my chest was so strangely heated that I felt my heartbeat quicken violently.


Then, the beat and the heat went down from my chest to my stomach and then underneath it.


I could not understand what was happening to my body.


The scenery before me was so different from what I had imagined in the porn book that all I felt was ugliness and rejection.


Yet my breathing was rising and laborious, my face was burning hot, and something was stirring in the pit of my stomach.


At one point, I felt a slippery sensation between my legs, and I wondered impatiently if I’d wet myself in shock.


However, my priestess clothes showed no signs of coarseness.


However, when I rubbed my thighs against them, I could feel the dampness of my underwear clinging to my labia.


Ah. It was at this point that I finally understood.


That this could be what is called being wet.


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