Profession, Merchant Volume 13 Chapter 11 (Light Novel Exclusive) (Patreon)

Chapter 11 – Miss Priestess, the Ever-Reliable “Big Sis” XI (Light Novel Exclusive)

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“Uooooohh! Fuhoo…”


I can’t help but make embarrassing noises when the priestess starts to lick me.


By the way, when people ask me frivolous questions like “What kind of woman do you like?”, “A woman who gives me a good blowjob whenever I want” would probably be my immediate answer.


But that doesn’t mean that I only prioritize a woman’s ability to provide sexual gratification.


It means that for me, a woman who is willing to give me a good blowjob is a woman with a sincere heart.


My father, who is also my mentor, once said: “First of all, a merchant must have the ability to clean properly. No matter how much you learn about life, it’s no use if you can’t do these basic things!” I remember him saying this to me with a sour voice.


So if a girl can’t do the basic thing of giving her partner a nice blowjob, no matter how much makeup and fashion she puts on her face, it won’t matter in the end.


Chuupu. Chupah, mlem, mrururumm… chupuh, chupoh, chupph….


If I were to follow my father’s teachings, then the priestess’ way of sucking my dick very pleasantly gets full marks.


Her blowjob is not the kind that makes you ejaculate, but she carefully licks and sucks every detail as if she were cleaning it, including the lining of the rising penis, the muscular shaft, and the running veins.


While she is weird in some parts, scratch that, she is weird in almost every way, she has a beautiful face, and adding this to the way she sucks a dick with full emotion is very sexy.


Not to mention, when she gets in the mood, she starts wiggling her ass as she clamps down on me.


The sight of that really excites me.


“Uu, ooh… hey, can I fuck your pussy again?”


“MMchub, chubuh, buchupp… mmu?”


They were very vulgar-sounding words, but the priestess’ eyes looked delighted.


What a beautiful face.


I made her turn around and grabbed her perky ass with a firm grip.


“Come here. Stick your butt out.”


“Ah. A-alright.”


And just like that, the girl’s raw butt was thrust toward the ceiling with a thud.


Even in this dim light, the most secret part of the woman’s body was clearly visible.


And the moment I thrust the tip of my manly cock into her, it was as if the world around me was filled with feminine softness.


Pcha… churup, churururp.


My girth slid smoothly, and soon, like interlocking pieces of machinery, our genitals were locked together.


A four-legged, bestial figure of a woman fallen to depravity.


As soon as my cock was inside her, she shook her buttocks and urged me to ‘thrust, thrust, thrust,’ which, in my opinion, made her value lower than a beast.


She was originally a noble saint, but now her holiness is ruined.


I didn’t move my hips for a while and looked at that vulgar figure.


I remembered the way she brushed her silver hair over her ears and stared at me with her sharp eyes, those gestures that looked ladylike from any angle and that I often saw during the day.


I couldn’t help but wonder if the woman below, wiggling her buttocks obscenely, was the same person.

After she made movements as if she was writing the letters of the alphabet with her butt, I, provoked by this, began to move my dick in and out.


Still, the movements inside her wall of flesh remained tight and in close contact with my member.


“Ahh, this is crazy. It feels so good.”


I murmured in amazement, and the priestess, seeing my reaction, smiled as if in response.


I could feel her vagina tightening even more than usual.


As I slowly moved in and out of that tight hole in a drunken stupor, or should I say an excited stupor? I whispered lines to the priestess that I could never say sober, like “I want to have sex with you all the time, priestess” or “I always thought you were cute, to tell you the truth.”


“No, stop! It’s embarrassing… ahhn!”


This woman is actually quite susceptible to such words that even though she’s the one proactively moving my cock in and out, I would make her cum just from that.


Squish, squish, shlck, shlock, splich, splech, plock, splock, splock…


The more I moved my shaft in and out, the more I could feel her pussy getting hotter and hotter.


But as if she wasn’t satisfied, she changed the angle of insertion a few times to feel it even more.


So many times that I imagined I had already scratched every part and spot of the folds of her pussy.


If possible, I would prefer to enjoy this experience as if I were sipping a fine wine.


Like slowly savoring the taste with my lips and that but with my cock.


But as she does this, blood rushes to my head, and in proportion to it, the extraction gradually picks up speed.


“Ihh, hiieee, ahieeen!”


Before I knew it, I was thrusting my hips up and down as well.


I felt invincible.


“Here I go! Take that! And that!”


“Hiee, hiee, heeeee! H-hey. Th-That’s… too much… Ahhhn! Ahiiiieen… eeeeiih, aheee… aheeee…!”


Hehehe.


To think the always cool and stubborn priestess is capable of making such wild screams.


It’s a good feeling.


But what does it mean?


I mean, if it’s the usual, our positions would gradually be reversed, and around this time, I would be the one who would be absorbed by the undulations in the priestess’s vagina.


While I was thinking about ejaculating outside to reduce the chance of pregnancy, the priestess wrapped her legs around me. It is the usual leg locking in the missionary position that forces me to ejaculate inside her vagina, which is very dangerous as it would guarantee a high rate of conception.


But I didn’t panic because, at this point, This is already a routine for us whenever she forces me to do it inside every night we have sex.


How’s that? Did I do well today? I really want to boast in my heart, but seeing that her true motive isn’t clear yet, I decided not to say it.


Still, strangely enough, my body feels full of power from the bottom of my belly, my mood feels refreshed, and my cock undulates even more viciously.


I felt like I could ejaculate right now, but I also felt like I could go on for a long time.


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