Chapter 15 – Episode 15 – Saint… Can We Continue? (3)

The saying that a saintess is no longer a saintess.
Growing up as a temple orphan, it would not mean anything lightly to her, who only experienced the life of a saint.

I guessed it, but when I heard it, I couldn’t fathom the meaning.

Hernán was about to ask the saintess if she would lose her clerical status, but she stopped.
If that was the case, it seemed like it would be difficult for him to endure.

“Hernan.”

The saintess gripped her priestly robe tightly and her mouth trembled.

“What I just said… Do you all understand what that means?”

“Understand.”

“I also talked about this with the hero. A bit more detailed.”

Of course it was.
Because the hero would know the saintess’ situation better.
Recruiting colleagues was the hero’s job, not Hernan’s.

“The hero listened to all of my story and did not bend his will.”

If they were close, they were close, if they were far, their eyes met.
The dark brown eyes of the saintess were shouting, “Please refuse me at least you.”

“Will Hernan do the same?”

There was no other way to refuse the saintess.
Without divine power, she is just a woman with a strong body, and her opponents are warriors and thieves with overwhelming physical abilities.

In terms of interests, as long as the hero had the upper hand, there was nothing he could do without helping Hernan.

“Holy Lady.”

Hernán opened his mouth to the saintess after finishing his short but bold thoughts.

“Karine is my lover.”

The saintess is just a colleague.

“Hernan…”

The saintess’ face turned pale.

Feelings of guilt rose up and he remembered the time he had spent with the saintess.
But he had no desire to break his lover’s will.

The relationship between the two is unstable now, but it hasn’t collapsed yet…

“Oops!”

When Hernan stood up holding her hand, the saintess followed suit.

“Let’s go to bed.”

There was no resistance.
Only the face of the saintess, who intuited the catastrophe, gave Hernán severe pain in his chest.

“Goddess… Please have mercy.”

The saintess was spread out on the bed.
Seeing such a saint, Hernán hesitated to take off his clothes.

The priestly uniform she wore was prepared for battle, so it was harder to take off completely than I thought.
If you drag it out like that, your resolve may be shaken.

“Just… Do.”

The saintess held onto her clothes as if she had read Hernán’s mind.

Hernán stared at the face enduring the tragedy and asked her.

“I’m really sorry, but… Can’t you lie down?”

I don’t have the confidence to keep looking at my face.
The saintess also fell on the bed without saying a word.

A large ass wrapped in dark blue clothes rose in front of Hernán’s face.

It was a dynamic scene because he was slightly shaking.

“Ah… !”

The saintess held her breath as Hernan grabbed her skirt.

Hernan also inhaled slowly and pulled up her skirt as much as possible.
When the clothes went up to the part where the belt was fastened, pure white underwear was exposed.

Even in the days when sexual desire was suppressed, there was a time when I thought that the saintess had big breasts and buttocks.
At that time, I was worried that it would be difficult to move.

“Please don’t press too hard…”

But now I think it’s very visually stimulating.

As Hernán slowly lowered her underwear while rubbing his ass, her saintess buried her face in her pillow and muttered something of her own.
She probably thought it was a prayer.

As Hernán listened to her murmur, he lowered her underwear down to her knees, revealing her virgin vagina that was not wet at all.
The place where the hair the same color as her hair was thick and neatly grown was cleanly closed.

Seeing her skinny condition, completely different from when she was Potina the Demon King, Hernan was puzzled.

Should I caress first?
Will I get wet from caressing?

But she couldn’t hold back just because she was worried.
Hernán took her own face there as it was.

“Whoops!”

Her prayers were cut off as the screams of her saintess came out between her pillows.

Hernán licked her genitals with her wet tongue and massaged her ass with her hands.
The saint of hers turned her hips around her, avoiding her tongue and her hand, but she didn’t shake much because Hernan was holding her.

She felt very strange licking between the legs of a woman whom she admired as a saint and who was with her as a colleague just a moment ago.

She was the same in that she did what she shouldn’t have done even in her 40s, but then it felt like she was getting involved in messing up her relationship.

Now, he is actively invading her existing relationships and defiling what shouldn’t be.
I felt such an immorality.

“Holy Lady.”

Hernán removed her mouth from under her buttocks of her saintess, who was covered in her own saliva and her love juices.
Fortunately, when stimulated, her juices flowed out.

Then it was time for the most important part of baby making.

“Please Hernan!”

As if she had a hunch about what was going to happen, the saintess cried out while lying on her stomach.
But she, too, was agitated because of her urgent situation, and she shouted at the moment, not in the sense of trying to do something.

No words followed as proof.
She just held her breath and braced herself for her next shock.

“I will put it in.”

Hernán thrust his fully erect cock into her cunt.

“Aww!”

Her sharp screams seemed to tear Hernán’s ears apart.

“Huh… Ugh!”

Hernán pushed in slowly and nonstop.
There was resistance from within for a while, but I tore it up and continued to go in.

Marina rolled up her bedspread and pulled her by the waist.
Watching her subconsciously try to avoid the pain, Hernán accelerated the insertion of her cock.

“Ugh…”

Finally got to the end
Unlike Potty, who didn’t go in until the end no matter how wet, Marina’s pussy gasped and swallowed all of Hernan’s things.

I stayed still for a moment, waiting for Marina to get used to her shock.
As her breathing returned to evenness little by little, Hernán pulled her back again.

“Oh!”

This time she shook her head violently.
Watching the blonde braid dance on her back, Hernán finished her first round trip.

“I will do it until the end.”

“To me … Don’t write.”

“Yes?”

There was no answer.

Hernán thought she’d ask later, and she went into full swing.
Marina’s body shook with her moans of pain.

Her breasts continued to sway as her big ass jiggled before her eyes.
Not only that, but everything that could be shaken, including her hair and priestly clothes, was shaken violently.

She had no reason to thoroughly enjoy it, so Hernan hurried her ejaculation, mechanically moving back and forth inside Marina’s still soggy pussy.

Marina, unlike her sharpie or potty, showed no sign of pleasure.
Like Hernan, he was just waiting for the moment of ejaculation.

“Ugh!”

That’s why at the moment of ejaculation, the moaning came out of Hernán’s mouth only for a moment.

“Ah…”

Marina let out her sighs and silently took her semen.
After pouring out most of her cum, Hernán removed her hands from her wide hips.

As she pulled her own cock out of Marina’s cunt, semen that hadn’t come out of her urethra sprayed over her clothes.

“It’s done.”

Hernán quickly lifted her undergarments that reached her knees.
The pure white underwear first became transparent, then red, and finally a muddy white.

“Hernan… Please don’t use honorifics for me in the future.”

Marina said it was all over, but she still lay face down on the bed.
Her voice was low and heavy.

“Is this what you just said? Why are you saying that all of a sudden?”

Marina, who was lying face down on the bed, slowly got up and picked up the priest’s hat next to the bed.

“I am no longer a saint.”

She looked at her own hat, then dropped it and took off her clothes.
The clergyman’s uniform, which had been completely taken off leaving only her undergarments, fell to the floor, dirty and white.

“So you don’t have to speak respectfully.”

Hernán noticed that too much had changed in a short period of time.

Looking at Marina’s face to confirm it, her dignity as a priest remained, but it was like the inertia of her life that she had built up over the years.

Could it be that she and her warriors have shaken her to the depths of her heart?

Hernan was not originally a negative person for change.
Rather, she was an ambitious young man who said that once she and Karine hold the heart of the kingdom, let’s change the dead country.

“Now… Call me Marina.”

However, after she came here, she gradually realized that change itself was not an easy task.
It was difficult to endure just the change of relationships in this place where there were only six people.

“Lady. Maybe wash first…”

“Because she is not a saint!”

She was hunched over on the bed, still wearing only her underwear.

“I don’t have a last name, so just call me Marina.”

Again she returned to her gentle voice, but her expression was dark.

Hernan fumbled up her own pants and got out of her bed.
She didn’t want to be here anymore.

She probably felt that this day would be difficult for her to forget, and Hernán bid her farewell.
It was time to return to her own lover.

“I-I’m just going back.”

Perhaps Karine told her to go to sleep, but she had intended to go back from the beginning.
Of course, considering the current situation, she would have gone back without even thinking about it.

“Do not go.”

What Marina said to Hernán, who was leaving, was very unexpected.

Doubting her own ears, she turned around.

“Sleep here.”

“But…”

“Please, Hernan.”

Hernán turned her feet toward her for a moment, but she stopped.

“Why don’t you at least wash up? Let me wash first.”

“Are you going to return to the hero after saying that?”

It wasn’t something I said in that sense, it was something that came naturally.
No, maybe she was right.

“Come here.”

Hernán couldn’t deny it any more.

“All right.”

Hernán went to Marina’s side, still using her honorifics.
She lifted the blanket and made a place for Hernán to lie down.

Ernan lay down on the spot.
She was extremely soft and uncomfortable.

“Why do you want to sleep with me? Is it because of the hero?”

Hernan asked as the lights went out.
She just said that she would prefer to sleep in silence, but she just couldn’t bear to ask.

“There is nothing left.”

Marina’s answer was concise.
But her meaning was complex.

It is difficult to decipher its meaning in the current state of mind.
Thinking so, Hernan closed her eyes and mouth.

And Marina was embraced in Hernán’s arms.

Hernan fell asleep thinking about the conversation he had with Saint Marina today.

* * *

In the morning, Hernán left the room with Marina.
She was wearing the clothes provided here.

Her skirt came just below her thighs, and her top was sleeveless, leaving her arms exposed.
Originally, the revealing clothes were tighter due to the size of her breasts and hips.

“Oh.”

The Demon King briefly admired Hernan and Marina following her.

“It’s provocative because a saintess wears it.”

She said she was wearing a sharpie, even though she was embarrassed to even call it clothes.
Marina just smiled helplessly and sat down.

Then she saw the food on the table and opened her mouth.

“I didn’t go.”

The hero looked at the table quietly and said.
Hernan did not answer and looked at the table.

A large pot was placed on the table.
Inside, a stew rich in ingredients was steaming hot.

“Isn’t this the food humans eat at the almshouse?”

The elf, who looked weak from starvation yesterday, was checking the stew for meat.

Even so, Sylnia glanced sideways at Marina from time to time.
She seemed to notice what Marina was doing with Hernán yesterday.

With this, everyone came out except for Potty, who was still convalescing in bed.

“This is the saintess’ favorite food.”

The demon king held out his palm while looking at the stew, which seemed to think more about nutrients and amount than taste.
It was as if he was trying to bask in the heat emanating from it.

When the hero confirmed that everyone was seated, he first distributed ordinary food.

There were a lot of dishes to share, so other dishes were smaller than usual.
There was no limit to the food placed in front of each of them, and everyone had to share the stew in the middle to avoid starvation.

When the distribution of the normal meal was over, the hero tried to grab the ladle.
It seemed like they were trying to serve stew in the bowl that came with it.

“Holy Lady.”

But Hernán grabbed the wooden ladle first.
The ladle was placed in front of Marina.

“Will you share some food with us?”

As Marina listened to Hernán, she looked back and forth between the ladle and the pot.

“Do you remember the last time you went on an adventure and stopped by a city that suffered a disaster?”

“That’s the neighborhood?”

Sylnia muttered as she recalled that time.

Everyone said that it would interfere with the journey and said let’s just go, but the saintess could not leave the poor people alone and spent her time.

“Would you like to share it with us as the saintess made food there and shared it with people?”

Marina grabbed her ladle.

“Hungry. The bunny girl inside will be waiting for you to bring food, right?”

The Demon King complained that he was hungry and told him to hurry up.

Marina, who was holding her ladle, suddenly stood up.

“Marina.”

The warrior called her name.
But she went straight to her room.

“What? Why are you all here doing so many weird things?”

The elf looked at him blankly, as if he was tired of being angry.

Marina soon came out of her room.
A hat was put on her head.

The hat was still not very nice because the cream had dried on it.
But it was still a priest hat.

“I will share it now!”

The saintess poured her ladle into the food and scooped it up again.
The warrior who received the steaming stew looked at Hernán.

Hernán asked the saintess a small question while accepting a bowl of food herself.

“Saint… Can you continue?”

The hero was silent, this time watching the saintess answer.

The saintess was silent for a moment, and after filling her bowl, she slowly opened her mouth.

“I will try.”