Profession, Merchant Volume 10 Chapter 13 (Patreon)

Chapter 13 – Priestess, at the Land of Exile, VI

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In his mind, the merchant was so happy when he saw the hairless female genitalia. But despite that, he only said things like, “Wow, that’s so cool,” and also things like, “This kind of thing is unique, and it’s very beautiful,” instead of speaking with what’s in is mind, which was going, “Uhyohyohyohyohyo,” like a perverted old man laughing while doing something inappropriate for young children to see.


All in all, despite his perverted thoughts, he thinks it’s more fun to bully girls who are depressed or embarrassed than to show them kindness or what’s real.


“Wow, there really isn’t a single pore. It’s so smooth.”


“P-please don’t stare at it so hard…”


After staring at the hairless mound, the merchant suddenly stands up.


“Um, what are you doing… Mmm… fuahhhh…”


Then he starts rubbing his already disastrously distorted manhood along the priestess’s delicate crack, which is even more prominent from the front.


What came next was a robust male organ, which had been through many a rough patch, breaking through the soft gap between the girl’s crotch and her curved, inwardly sloping thighs.


From here, the girl’s naughty fluids churned and lubricated the pussy, and together with the the fleshiness of the resilient genital lips and thighs, they caused a chain reaction that eventually provoked the slippery, raging penis.


Best of all, there wasn’t the tingling pain caused by the pubic hair.


Most of the time, when two genitals rub together, the pubic hairs get more or less tangled, and the resulting annoying pain cuts the pleasure in half.


But since the priestess’ crotch was hairless, his penis felt only elasticity, warmth and smoothness.


This pleased the merchant greatly.


As the penis slid back and forth between her thighs, he could see the head of his clitoris being gently pulled and rubbed.


Meanwhile, the priestess was clinging to him, breathing hard like a little dog, and her shoulders were shaking.


The way her shoulders were shaking, along with her panting and the tightening of her sides every time the penis went back and forth, is precisely the kind of reaction you would get from a simple, innocent girl.


Yes. The priestess was no different from that at the moment.


The merchant gently laid her down on the beach, ready to continue violating her body. The silver of her hair shone on the golden sand.


“No, don’t spread it out like that!”


The priestess’s white, porcelain-curved legs had just been vulgarly pushed apart like a baby having its nappy changed, ruining her girlishness.


But the merchant liked it so much that he began to rub his penis against the female genitals again.


The tip of the ugly glans brushed against the priestess’s delicate clit.


“Ahh, aahh, ahhhh! Fuuh! ….guh…”


As the man’s penis intensively teased the woman’s protruding pea, jerking and sometimes bouncing, the priestess’s girlish body shook flatly and jerkily as if a frog on its back had been electrified.


Her cheeks, which had been pure white, were on fire.


And her sharp, stern eyes were melting into ecstasy.


And if you rolled up the folds that protected the most important part, from inside the small, delicate, pale, cherry-red interior, a disgusting liquid would gush out and bubble like a holy spring.


“You’re so wet, Miss Priestess. You must have been a naughty person inside.”


While this was the kind of thing this man always said to everyone, it was a fact that the amount of love juices the priestess had was unbelievable. In fact, the amount of her love juices were so great that when he began to rub the open contents with his penis, they overflowed one after the other, even though she was not squirting, changing the color of the beach as they dripped.


“Mmm… haaa, haaa. Ahh… am I… really that wet?”


“Yes. Can’t you tell?”


“I-I don’t know.”


“Well, then take a look.”


Without warning, the merchant lifts the priestess’s sandy, plump buttocks with a jerk.


“Haaa, no, stop!!”


It looked as if she was in the middle of a vault, both legs thrown up into the azure sky. Her knees were close to the sides of her face, and it looked as if her genitals were being held out in front of her.


“Here. Do you see them?”


As expected, the priestess looked away at first. But at the merchant’s prompting, she looked back timidly.


“Muu… it’s a strange shape.”


“Oh? So this is the first time you have seen it yourself?”


“Uuu… why does it tingle so much…”


The priestess frowns at the shape of her own female genitalia.


And since it is upside down, love juices soon began to drip from her genitals onto her hairless mons pubis.


“It’s certainly very wet, but is that really what I’ve been secreting?”


“Of course it is. What else could it be?”


“No, I still can’t believe it. Maybe you wiped it with your bodily fluids earlier or something, I don’t know.”


“We both know that’s impossible.”


“No, really. I don’t remember releasing that much fluid. So it must be yours.”


And so the merchant played with her clitoris in this position to prove that it really belonged to the priestess.


Soon she came again, this time seeing the amount she had personally secreted.


“Haaa haaa haaa haaa….. I’m sorry I doubted you.”


“No, I don’t mind. I mean, as long as it felt good for you, that’s enough for me.”


“It’s frustrating, but it feels great. I didn’t think I could be put down like this by a weak, lame and disgusting person like you, whose only merit is to be a pervert.”


“But Miss Priestess likes me, doesn’t she?”


“Yes. I still love you very much.”


To which the merchant replied with an indescribable, subtle expression on his face.


“So, to be this sex friend you are talking about… which hole do I have to use?”


“This one right here.”


The merchant pointed to the priestess’s plump, hymen-covered vagina.


“A-are you kidding me? There’s no way it’s going to fit in that little hole!”


“Priestess.”


Having said that, the merchant clears his throat.


“I still remember the words I received from Miss Priestess before. If you give up, that’s the end of it.”


These were the words the priestess gave him, true, but not during a fierce business deal with a talented colleague. Rather, it was when he was about to give up after breaking the hymen of the female warrior.


“Don’t worry. It looks a bit tight, but as long as you don’t give up, it’ll all go in. It’s so wet.”


The merchant then concentrated his nerves and held his penis vertically in front of the vagina.


“W-wait. I’m not mentally ready yet… it’s scary.”


The priestess tried to grab the merchant’s arm to stop him.


She was successful.


But that did not stop the swing, and immediately the helmet-like glans kissed her delicate hymen.


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