Profession, Merchant Volume 10 Chapter 11 (Patreon)

Chapter 11 – Priestess, at the Land of Exile, IV

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The girl’s lips, moist as freshly ripened fruit, brushed against the merchant’s, and the centers of her eyes contracted to the size of sparkling jewels.


She is by nature a priestess who prides herself on her dignified and regal appearance, but the fluffy sensation created by his kiss is enough to make her hips bend like a mere city girl, even though she is far more powerful in terms of military strength.


Yes. She ends up propped up by the arms of a merchant who should be weaker than she is.


Their two previous kisses had both been initiated by the priestess, but this third time was different.


In fact, the merchant used even more force to violate the priestess’s delicate lips than the two kisses combined.


The suction of a kiss directly conveys the heat of your partner’s emotions. The stronger the suction, the more intense the emotion one feels for the other.


So when the priestess felt a strong pull from the merchant, her heart was filled with joy. That’s because she could tell from his enthusiasm that he desired her very much.


Well, there is a slight discrepancy in that this intense ‘heat’ is nothing more than mere ‘sexual desire’ in the case of the merchant, but that is irrelevant at this point.


Because for the priestess at this moment, an intense kiss = a strong feeling of ‘infatuation’ and intense heat of saliva from sucking her lips = intensity of his love, and nothing else.


Her usually stern eyes were closed so tightly that there was a slight tension in them. Her small shoulders, soft with silvery hair, were hunched, and the muscles in her fragile, thin neck twitched with the movement of her lips.


The priestess’s modest upper lip was puckered by the merchant’s vulgar, erotic-looking lower lip, and as their mouths parted, a faint glimmer of mixed saliva dripped between them.


“No, pwease… we’re still in bwoad daywight…”


The reason she was complaining, her lips slurring as if they were swollen, was because the merchant had put his hand on the hem of the priestess’s robe.


The priestess tried to stop him by grabbing his arm, but this proved no significant obstacle to the merchant. This is because her magical power is limited.


Meaning to say, the priestess’ slender arms, unable to exert her immense magical power, are weaker than those of the average woman.


Therefore, in the next scene, her prestigious navy-blue priestess uniform, embroidered with a white-winged emblem, is easily removed by the perverted trader without a second thought.


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As the priestess’s robes pass around her neck, her silver hair frizzes from the static electricity. As her slender arms hang free, the feminine lines of her body are revealed, curving like a bow. For a moment, the air is gently filled with the girl’s distinctive sweet scent, but it quickly dissipates into the fleeting beach breeze.


The priestess is not wearing an undershirt, and her undergarments consist of a beige, pearl-embroidered bra and panties, top and bottom.


Her pale limbs, though small, were surprisingly mature, not just slender, with sharply extruded collarbones and shoulder blades, a nubile belly, and a fair amount of flesh on her hips and thighs. However, because of their small stature, the scale of each of them was also small.


“A-are you sure you want to do this?”


The priestess asks for a final confirmation.


But the merchant doesn’t answer. Instead, he brings their lips together again and continues kissing the priestess, who looks up at him anxiously. He is probably taking into account the girl’s habit of becoming submissive after kissing.


The girl, who hasn’t yet developed guidelines on how to react to the merchant’s erotic kisses, which are rich in variety, such as lip stretching and sucking and tongue thrusting, couldn’t do anything. She just stood there, confused, her heart pounding.


Taking advantage of her dainty confusion, the merchant ran his hands around her as he kissed her, unhooking her bra with a skilled hand. As soon as their lips parted, the bra was pulled from her body.


“Ooooh. I knew it. Miss Priestess isn’t flat-chested all the way through.”


The merchant exclaims lightly, looking at the priestess’s breasts exposed to the sun.


“R-really?”


“Yes. They are well-formed breasts (the lowest adjective – well, better, best).”


“I see… so they are well formed (beautifully shaped)… I can’t believe it…”


There was a slight misunderstanding in the wording, but the breasts were indeed beautiful, though small in size.


The white, lovely bosom, like a small hill, was firm and elastic, and the peach-colored nipples, so vivid and lively that they reminded one of new shoots, were both well-behaved and upturned. Their appearance conveys an innocence that knows no flirtation, so much so that it is evident at first glance that the girl is a virgin.


Yet it is clear that her breasts, so innocent and unprotected, are on the verge of blossoming into a lewdness that will sprout and blossom at the slightest hint of opportunity.


Anyone would have been in a hurry to pluck the buds, but the merchant did not suddenly attack the breasts.


Gently, he embraced her whole body.


Mmm, mmm…”


The contact of bare skin against bare skin was pleasant, silky, and fluffy, enough to make the priestess happy. There was warmth, but the surface of the skin also felt cool.


Even the sensation of the merchant brushing his cheek against hers gave her a fluffy feeling.


The priestess was in bliss.


Meanwhile, the merchant, still holding the naked priestess in his arms, was carefully probing for incipient sexual sensations. His hands were placed behind her back, stroking her small buttocks with a kneading motion or chewing and sucking on her stiff shoulders that reflected the glare of the sunlight.


Slowly and gently, he stimulated her ears, their cartilage forming a geometric pattern, and her tense neck muscles with his tongue and lips. He also gently stroked the line of her back, which was arched in good posture.


As for why they are gentle and weak, well, they’re supposed to be weak. The weaker the stimulation, the more sensual it will be.


“Huh, ahaha. It tickles.”


At first, the priestess is showing signs of being ticklish. But gradually, she began to push herself away and turn her small body from side to side wistfully.


And as the merchant’s body lay on top of hers, breast to breast, her naked breasts rubbed against it as well, giving it a light caress.


It was a very faint and imperceptible sexual sensation.


Still, she felt it so strongly because both her small nipples were physiologically erect, ready to burst into a pleasurable eruption.


And then there were the priest’s thighs, which seemed to have a luster of their own, almost like a waxed mannequin.


His thighs were sandwiched between them, and the female genitals were pressing against his thighs through the panties. It was almost as if her crotch was touching his thighs directly, the only difference was that the panties obscured the shape of the inner crack and the healthy girl’s labia seemed to bounce back against his thighs.


The priestess was receiving faint sexual stimuli here and there. Despite that, she herself did not know where to focus her attention, for she could not perceive them as sexual sensations. Instead, her head felt light, and she felt as if a fluffy air was rising from beneath her chest and belly.


It was then that the merchant’s tongue trailed smoothly from the nape of the priestess’s neck to her collarbone and then down again.


There it flicked her right nipple.


“Mmmhp! Aaahh…”


The dainty nipple, which had been innocently erect, suddenly took on the color of lewd carnal desire, trembling with a purr.


And the moment it happened, all the vague sexuality that had been scattered around seemed to be swept into the priestess at once.


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