Chapter 87 – Chapter 85 – The Throne Is Too Narrow (7)

The body of a saintess who was adhering closely.
Hernán held his breath as the pressure felt all over her body.

As for her height, Karine and Silnia are on the taller side, and her personality is much tougher and sharper than them.

So there is no need to feel this pressure on the relatively docile Marina.

“Saintess, if you leave for a while…”

“I don’t have as much time as I thought. I hope you do it soon.”

However, the voluptuous and, in a way, quite fleshy body of the saintess brought more pressure and touch to Hernán’s body than simply being tall.

In addition, Marina’s unique soft and serious personality contributes to this pressure.

“Hernan… Don’t you like it?”

The temptation of a woman who has never acted like this before.
She is even more unbearable because she was originally a woman full of charm.

Hernán smelled the body odor of the saintess along with the fishy smell of her milk.

A slightly sour yet mild odor that rises from the folds of the flesh, such as under the breasts and under the armpits.

She opened her mouth, wondering why she hadn’t smelled this before when she mixed her body.

“Honestly, I am a bit perplexed. Why did she suddenly want to have children.”

“Don’t you have to have children to get out of here?”

“Of course, but…”

The last time Carine was pregnant, even after her saintess desperately said that she would get pregnant again, she hadn’t come to visit Hernan.

Naturally, she couldn’t help but assume that the saintess was very reluctant to conceive her.
And since there is no one forcing her to get pregnant like her Karine, she doesn’t even need to approach her.

So Hernán assumed that Marina was in fact not intending to become pregnant.

“Is that really all there is?”

Even as she felt the blood pump more between her legs than in her head, she brought out the question that came to her mind.

“Isn’t the saintess asking to meet now because she was worried that women would be offended just by looking for her room at night?”

“You’re right.”

The saintess replied by gently pushing her Hernán toward her table.
Her Nan, who was halfway seated at her table, hugged her and continued her conversation.

“And she thought of me continuing to pour her semen on the sharpie, so that… You made food that is good for your stamina.”

There was no answer from the saintess this time.
Instead, she climbed onto the thighs of Hernán, who was sitting astride her table.

The feeling of dampness that goes right through your pants.
Hernán hurried her words at the feeling of the juice wetting her clothes with her breast milk.

“If you’ve thought about it that far, don’t you know how women will react to the saintess’ pregnancy?”

If the saintess simply wanted to blend her body to soothe her loneliness, it would be understandable for her to meet secretly like this.

But getting pregnant is another matter.

Sharpie is already scheduled to suck Hernán’s semen every day.
That said, it makes sense that Silnia, desperate for her pregnancy, is due for her nervous response.

Now, not only is the competition over the time she spends with Hernan, the only man here, but the competition over her chances of getting pregnant is gradually emerging.

But what if the saintess’ pregnancy is revealed here?
Undoubtedly, there would be an unpleasant air flow toward the saintess who was secretly in love with Hernán.

Not to mention Silnia, she probably won’t be pleased with Potty, who secretly wants to receive Hernan’s affection the most.

“It’s not just loneliness or an obligatory move to get out of here, is it?”

Even as she said that, Marina’s behavior became more and more outspoken.

Her hand, which had been pulling her one-piece clergyman’s robe up to her waist, went to her hair this time.

Her hand moved swiftly, loosening her neatly braided blond hair.
The pigtails that she always tied up when she came out of the shower and held up well even during her sex.

As it was released, her long hair cascaded down like a golden waterfall.

“So you won’t do it, Hernan?”

The saintess shook her head slightly and brushed her hair that spilled in front of her behind her.
There was a slight tremor in her voice, but she continued her speech calmly with a soft smile.

“Can anyone now object to my wanting to have children, for whatever reason?”

Apart from the ramifications of her pregnancy, Marina’s claim was also correct.

As before, Hernan is not someone’s lover.

The time when he was a lover with Carine.
Women getting pregnant and having sex were all possible only under Karine’s supervision and permission.

At least, the only person who got away from it was the demon king, who had nothing to do with the authority of the hero from the beginning.

Now that Karine has reached the point where she can no longer exercise her authority over Hernán.
All the girls have access to him, while watching other girls freely hang out with Hernán.

However, just because Karine withdrew did not mean that they could freely mingle with Hernán.

“As Carine stepped away, she wasn’t the only saintess or women to have free sex options.”

Hernán was still braided, so she opened her mouth to see Marina’s slightly wavy blonde hair.

“I can also choose whether or not I have sex with someone.”

“Then with me…”

Hernan shook his head at Marina biting her lip.

“It doesn’t mean that I won’t do it completely. All of a sudden, a rational saintess is asking why she is doing this.”

“You must ask that… Oh!”

It’s not just about avoiding sex.
As proof, Hernán put her hand on the upper part of the buttocks of the saintess leaning on her.

His clothes had already been rolled up, so I could feel his soft, tight buttocks.

“Tell me why, and I will do it for you.”

Her other hand also slowly began to caress Hernán’s enormous breasts.
Her clothes were still wrapped around her on this side, but I could see her clothes crumpling and stretching along her breasts, arousing a strange excitement in her.

In an instant, the saintess dyed her face red and barely spoke her words.

“That brainwashing magic… No, it seems Karine’s bondage was not normal.”

“What do you mean.”

“Honestly, I couldn’t believe that Hernán survived the filthy politics of the capital together with Carine.”

Marina put her arms around Hernán’s waist, putting more of her weight on it.

“It’s the ability she showed during her adventure that is far from her political ability… It’s far, far away, and even here, I didn’t show very good at first.”

There was a brief moan in between her words.
Hernán said, thinking that moving his thighs a little had an effect.

“At that time, her head was full of thoughts of Carrie. Whether it’s because of her brainwashing magic or not.”

A bitter taste came up.
Was it because of the picture Karine had framed her just before coming down here?

Oddly enough, her mind wandered.

Even in order to forget her feelings, she questioned Marina, who subtly changed her words.

“So what is the reason?”

Marina flinched at Hernán’s hand as he gradually approached the secret place.
She opened her mouth and looked at her.

“I have a question for you.”

“Are you talking again?”

Hernan tightened his hand on his chest.
In an instant, white milk leaked out through the swollen clothes.

“Huh… ! No, I’m not talking about it. And don’t squeeze her breasts out of shame.”

The milk flowing down her clothes fell onto Hernán’s thighs before it was absorbed.
The milk mixed with the juice that was already soaking his thighs gave off a strange smell.

I don’t know if Marina smelled it too, but she opened her mouth, blushing even more obscenely.

“It means I have something to ask the demon.”

“… Are you saying you need a right to wish?”

Do you want to write a wish ticket?
Then it is understandable why she would want to conceive even at the risk of a conflict she might have.

The saintess affirmed and nodded her head.

“I guess so.”

The relief of knowing why.
And an inexplicable feeling of disappointment.

Feeling those two emotions, Hernán asked more questions.

“What is the content of the question? Situation outside? Are you trying to find out if the Demon King will be able to maintain his position even after he leaves?”

Hernán rubbed the hard object that had risen from his pants against Marina’s stomach.
The saintess followed that sensation and calmly raised her voice.

“Not like that. I’m trying to ask a more specialized and fundamental question…”

A professional and fundamental problem?

The question remains unanswered.
However, as her saintess was speaking her own intentions as she promised, it was her turn to act as well.

All of her hands, which had been massaging her breasts and ass, were tucked under her Marina’s legs.
She stayed still, not sure what Hernán was going to do.

“Lady. Would you put your arm around my neck and give me strength?”

“You mean… Wow!”

Marina was startled by Hernán, who suddenly stood up, and hastily put strength on her arm.
She, who soon became her hanging form, lost the initiative of her body, which she had been competing with so tightly, and frantically entrusted her body to Hernán.

Lifting her saintess holding her leg, Hernán led her toward her wall.
Soon, Marina’s blonde hair touched the wall and fluttered around it like a curtain.

Hernán, who smelled the faint scent of Marina’s blond hair, wrapped one of her legs around his waist.
Then, with her free hand, she lowered the pants that were cramping her cock.

“Tell me more about the technical and fundamental question.”

“Can’t we start by inserting it?”

Marina was already holding her back, breathing heavily.
But contrary to her wishes, Hernán pulled her back slightly.

“Can’t you start with the answer?”

Marina let out a sigh of defeat at the sly reply.

“I haven’t fleshed out the question yet either. All I can say is…”

The saintess sighed a little and moved her waist.
Hernán followed her flinch and ran over her body.

The golden hair that got tangled all over her body didn’t come off easily because of the damp clothes.

Unlike her hair, which clings to her whole body, her priestly uniform has already been stripped down to her breasts, and her clothing has lost its meaning.
It only covers the large breasts and arms, which only arouses men’s excitement.

“Only…”

Come to think of it, it’s the first time since her first night that she has sex with her in her priestly uniform.
She usually wore the everyday clothes she used during adventures or the daily clothes provided here.

This costume with the priest’s hat that forms one with this priest’s uniform has disappeared.
What does this priestly robe mean to Saint Marina now?

The saintess, who had been staring at her, finally brought up her story.

“The only thing to ask is that it has to do with our souls.”

Soul?
If it’s out of the blue, it’s out of the blue.
However, if the person who said it was a saintess who communicated with God, wouldn’t it be meaningful?

Hernan thought so and made eye contact with the saintess for a moment.

She averted her gaze, as if it was more difficult for a saint to answer.
Of course, Hernán and her stuck in the wall can only see the solid male body wherever she puts her gaze.

Her avoidance of gaze rather aroused even more shame, and Saint Lady Ji wrapped her arms around Hernan’s neck and put strength on her.

It was a sure sign that we were now going to have a physical conversation instead of a verbal one.

Hernán pushed himself inside her, pushing her flood of questions into her.

“Sigh!”

The saintess shuddered at the sensation and let out a groan.

* * *

A kitchen where food is already prepared.
All the lights have been turned off, so there is no place for heat to come up.

“Huh… Ugh!”

Nevertheless, one side of this spacious kitchen was filled with sweltering heat.

“Whoops, whoops, whoops… !”

The saintess took in the entirety of Hernán’s cock, and she shuddered violently.
Hernán poked at her innermost thickest part, feeling the folds in her vagina twitch as well.

“Eww…”

The saintess gritted her teeth and endured her groan that came with her climax.
Seeing her disheveled appearance, Hernan also splattered her semen in it.

Yesterday, the testicles supplied to Sharpie and emptied had been ejaculating for quite some time, as if they had been filled with baby seeds in the meantime.

“Ha… Ha…”

The saintess let out a painful breath and tried to suck more of Hernán’s cock, which had already swallowed her roots.

“Saintess’s clothes are very dirty. Go up now.”

Hernan said that and slowly tried to separate from her saintess.
However, the saintess moved Hernán’s leg in his hand and tightened his waist.

“Yet… This time… Isn’t it?”

“It is, but…”

Thanks to the saintess who had already finished cooking, she had relatively little time left.
However, as the wake-up time of women is flexible, the saintess may be caught while going up.

Especially if you wear clothes like this messed up with breast milk and baby juice, everyone will notice what’s going on without asking.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been with you, isn’t it? Just one more short run.”

Marina said quickly, as if she were trying to dispel his concerns.

As Hernán measured the remaining time, he wondered if he’d give Sharpie enough cum today if he’d been cheaper here.

But this time too, the saintess noticed his troubles and opened her mouth.

“I will make healthy food for you every day. Anyway, Hernan has good stamina and good energy, so if he only takes in nutrients… Huh? Go, don’t stab me suddenly!”

“I want to finish it quickly.”

Hernán supported the saintess and withdrew from her wall.
The saintess, who had at least been leaning her body to some extent through her wall, was taken aback and embraced Hernán’s arms.

“I’m not the light-hearted among women… You are definitely in good shape.”

She hugged Hernán so tightly that her face touched his chest and moved her waist slightly.
Hernan also moved his arms and waist in response to the movement.

“Ughh, huh, huh…”

She began her round-trip in accordance with the saintly voice that was slightly rougher than the other women but restrained.
To be precise, the two were tightly attached, and one side was hanging, so it was close to rubbing.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, huh, huh!”

In line with that beat, the saintess moved her entire body and dug into Hernán’s arms.
Then the rich blonde covered her body and face, hiding Marina from his gaze.

Feeling regretful about that, Hernán approached the table he suddenly saw.
He removed miscellaneous tools from the table and knocked Marina over.

“Eh, Hernan?”

“I will finish quickly.”

As he ran his hands through the flying flour, Hernán hit the back violently again.

“Oh!”

Marina bounced on her back, dripping milk and juice.
Then, the flour remaining on the table became wet with the liquid and clumped together.

When the voluptuous figure and the scene are combined, it even feels like kneading.

Hernán felt sorry for not being able to be virtuous for a long time, and admired the face of the saintess.

“You look too closely… Sorry!”

Marina was ashamed, but her body trembled at Hernán’s insertion.

Eyes slowly unfocused.
A mouth dripping with saliva.
A sweaty face with blonde hair that was originally well-groomed clinging to it.

Hernán ejaculated excitedly with a look on his face that he would never have imagined during his adventures.

“Ah… !”

The saintess held her flour in her hand and bounced on her waist.

Moments later, Hernán pulled out his stiff cock, and his semen followed.
It gives me a strange feeling to see such a liquid pouring out of a body that has been messed with flour.

It feels like making bread with cream inside.
It was a bit disrespectful to target a saint.

But at the same time, the consensual thing she had done had aroused her intense excitement.

Hernán woke up her saintess, imagining what every morning would be like in the future.
Now is the time to clean up.

* * *

“Huh?”

Sharpie snorted and looked at the food in front of her.
Hernán couldn’t lift her head and apologized.

“Sorry.”

The demon king smiled and looked at the semen, which was almost nonexistent compared to yesterday.
In fact, it was equivalent to putting a few dots on food.

“What… Hernando must have many circumstances.”

Sharpie shrugs her shoulders and picks up the bread.
She couldn’t help but hide her frown and managed to pass her food down her throat.

“Mmm, it’s worth eating, L!”

Sharpie, who usually hides her expression well, struggled to bring her out, as if her morning sickness was difficult to bear.
I felt sorry for that look.

“Sorry. I will make sure this doesn’t happen next time.”

Hernán sighed and vowed to wear only one foot in the morning.