Profession, Merchant Volume 10 Chapter 16 (Patreon)

Chapter 16 – Priestess, at the Land of Exile, IX

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And so, with this renewed motivation, the merchant has tried and tried to put up with it and keep quiet. But even he knows that his resistance won’t last long.


So when he realized he couldn’t take it any longer, he thought of something else. Something that would stop the priestess from moving, but wouldn’t make him look pathetic.


Then, an idea came to his perverted mind.


(What if I do the moving instead? That will stop her!)


Yes. This time, the already pathetic merchant decided to do something even more miserable – to push his hips up from below and sabotage the priestess’ movements, just to avoid losing.


All he needed was the right timing.


But just as he was about to do so, something interrupted him.


“Slurp, slurp, suck…”


It was the priestess.


And this time, before he knew it, she had already bent down and was licking something with her tongue.


That was none other than the merchant’s nipple on his left side. His only weakness.


“Uuuh, aahhhhh.”


Having targeted at his nipple, the merchant let out a pitiful, girlish, moaning cry that could only belong to him.


And as he was exploited in his weakness, his body grew weak.


But the priestess didn’t stop there.


From there, she moved her tongue in a complex movement unbecoming of a priestess; all the while her hips were still intact with his rod, maintaining the up and down movements.


It was completely unexpected that she could learn such complex techniques so quickly.


“Ahhann~”


The merchant gasped in surprise and shock.


“No, no more… please, not there… stop…”


He could not go on and immediately raised the white flag in surrender.


But it was too late.


“Ahh… just now… something hot is… and its twitching a lot inside…”


The merchant heard this, but could not answer.


Only then did the priestess stop, wondering what had just happened.


So she pulled out the penis.


And what did she see?


From the base of his genitals, where the outer skin was pure white and the inside red as a cherry, a horrible-looking liquid was oozing out, the color of which was transparent like clouds.


But when the priestess saw this, this time, it was her turn to be shocked.


“Just now, did you just [creampie] me?”


“Uuu, I’m sorry. Priestess.”


The merchant replies in a low tone.


At the moment, he feels utterly humiliated. He shrinks from the fact that he has been beaten in sex by a woman who was a virgin only a few minutes ago.


It was a terrible mistake he had made.


“……”


It was at this point that the priestess regained the sharpness of her eyes and stared hard at him, now in a pitiful state.


But in her mind, several thoughts collided.


Then, after a few minutes, as if she had made up her mind,


“Eh, it’s okay.”


she says these words along with a subtle expression on her face, as if she is trying to hold back the urge to relax her expression.


“Eh? But it’s dangerous, you know? After all, we don’t have contraception.”


“Don’t worry. As if your watery stuff would make me pregnant easily. Besides, haven’t you forgotten? We’re sex friends now. Sex friends.”


It was clear from the tone of her voice that she still needed clarification on the meaning of the word.


But for the moment, the merchant hesitated.


Because right now, the priestess was smiling very happily.


And he wanted that smile to last a little longer.


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“Priestess!”


“What is it?”


“I’m hungry.”


“Hm. Let’s eat then. Help me prepare the food.”


“Sigh… I really miss the days when eating wasn’t such a pain.”


Life on a deserted island was never easy.


Those who are tired of city life often say things like, “I want to live on a deserted island and not have to worry about human relationships.”


But such an idyllic world can only be achieved by people who have been raised on a deserted island since birth.


This means that people who have lived in a city, whose lives also depend on other people, won’t be able to stand it.


Because they have no self-sufficiency.


So whenever they would go hungry, the merchant would have to go to the sea to catch fish, and the priestess would have to go to the mountains to gather wild plants to eat.


Of course, the merchant, being a merchant, did not like fishing. The reason for this is that fish is easily spoiled and wouldn’t taste as good if it weren’t fresh. And even if they could ignore the difficulty of trading them, they would also have to deal with sharks or migratory birds stealing their catch.


“How long has it been since we were banished to the islands?”


“Two years, four months, and seven days.”


“ You even remember down to the exact date? How? And here I thought we hadn’t been here that long.”


“Well, it’s easy if you work backward from the day we landed.”


The priestess says something that doesn’t make sense, causing a question mark to appear over the merchant’s head.


“Sorry, I lied. The truth is, I don’t know that much about it. But I’d say it’s been about six months.”


“Still, it does not deny the fact that she really left us here for such a long time. That demon lord, she really screwed us over this time.”


“Huh? …Ah, yes, I guess so.”


“Anyway, we need to find a way to remove the collar that limits your magic power. Once we do that, escaping on this island will be a breeze.”


“Um, y-yeah, you’re right. In the meantime, I’ll look for something to eat. You stay here.”


“Really? Sorry for the trouble. And thank you.”


And so the priestess ran off into the mountains.


But instead of looking for food, she looked more like she was running away from something.


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