Chapter 38 – Quon [Confession]

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Next day.

As Lyla asked, Cleon went out to the city with Quon.

While waiting quietly at the entrance, I met eyes with Quon, who was walking this way.

How long will it be for her to go out?

Wearing a little more care than the comfortable clothes you usually wear at home.

They say that if you use changing magic, your face and body shape will be less noticeable to people.

The destructive power of her breasts, which shook every time she moved due to the clothes that were slightly clinging to her body, was considerable.

“Ah, haha. This is the only appropriate street wear…”

“…Matches well.”

Saying so, I use the scroll given to me by Lyla.

A scroll of a portal leading to ‘somewhere’ in the city.

I got two round trips, and that was one of them.

A passage of magic that appears tearing through the air.

Beyond it led to the outskirts of the city, where there was little human traffic.

“…Then. Shall we go and come back?”

“Yes.”

Together with Cleon, Quon passes through the dimensional gate.

The two, hand in hand, passed through the aisle almost simultaneously.

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Cleon wasn’t as insensitive as him.

We know why Layla suddenly sent herself and Quon to the city.

It is a token of gratitude to Quon, who has been working hard for everyone in the mansion recently.

Knowing that she wanted to visit the temple, he asked Cleon.

That’s why there was no need to go straight to the market.

I just enjoyed a good time walking around the city I had visited for a long time with a light heart.

Or visit the dessert shop that Iona found when she was dragging herself.

He went as far as the adventurer’s guild and hid himself when a group of adventurers who seemed to recognize him came out.

It was as if they were venturing out of the mansion, which was their base, and into the city.

After walking around like that for half a day, the sun rises to mid-heaven.

City ​​of change. Because that’s where I used to live.

Even if it took a few days to visit, it would have been enough to visit all the places in that time.

Quon smiles happily and moves along with Cleon.

That last destination, of course.

It was a ‘temple’.

Quon returned to the place where he had always prayed and looked around.

How long had it been since he visited this place without a clergyman’s attire?

I got some relief from the fact that the faces of the people I saw didn’t change that much.

Then, tell one of the priests on duty inside about your business.

“Excuse me. I came to visit Mr. T.O.”

“Is that Mr. Tio? Ah. If it were him, he left the temple early this morning.”

At those words, Cleon and Quon opened their eyes wide for a moment.

“They say all of the wounds are healed, so there shouldn’t be any problems. Rather, they’re worried that the party’s request failed because of you…”

“That’s right.”

It was a bit unexpected, but what should Quon do as he looks back at Cleon? She made the same expression.

At that time, at the end of Cleon’s gaze, he saw yesterday’s blind priest.

“… Quon.”

He speaks quietly enough that only Quon can hear it, giving notice.

Then Quon, too, was to find the priest and brighten his face.

After thanking the priest who guided them, Quon goes to his master’s side.

Cleon waits for the two of them to end their conversation at a distance.

“…Galatea.”

[Okay. Is it okay if we block out the voices of the two of them?]

Understanding Cleon’s intentions, Galatea deploys her magic domain.

Controls that are so delicate that others do not notice them.

Thanks to this, the conversation between Quon and the Blind Priest is blocked from being heard by those around you.

When viewed from a distance, Quon’s expression changed moment by moment.

Laugh or reassurance or

Sad or be surprised

And before long, it became a little nostalgic face.

He was embraced by a blind priest who opened his arms.

After a while, Quon returns to Cleon with a slightly lighter expression.

“Thank you.”

Quon expresses his gratitude as soon as he returns.

Cleon’s expression became slightly subtle.

It was as if there were things I wanted to say but couldn’t.

Quon looked at Cleon for a while, then raised his finger and pointed to a place.

A confessional installed inside the temple.

“With today’s recompense. If you have any concerns, I’ll listen to them. Cleon.”

Saying so, Quon headed for the confessional.

And Cleon chasing after him.

Cleon still didn’t know what Quon was up to.

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Each enters the entrance of the confessor and the confessor and takes his seat.

This inside is a space completely cut off from the outside.

What happened inside cannot be known from the outside.

Cleon, who was the first to enter this place, was a little curious about the structure.

There is a Quon on the opposite side of where he is sitting, but he cannot be seen.

There is a small ‘confession window’ at a slightly lower position in the partition between the two.

When this was opened, all that could be said was the story beyond.

And after a while, after praying, Quon opened the confessional.

Her presence intensified with a rumbling sound.

“Magic Swordsman Cleon. What kind of confession are you going to make today?”

“…No, not really. I didn’t come to the temple to confess.”

“Then why did you look like that earlier?”

Cleon shut her mouth for a moment at Quon’s words asking if she had anything to hold on to.

And she finally said what she had been questioning her all along.

“Quon. Are you happy being with me now?”

“…”

Then, this time, Quon was silent.

“The current situation where you can’t go in and out of the city as you like while living in a mansion in a dangerous place.”

Cleon laughed self-deprecatingly.

“I was the one who made it that way. If you ever feel frustrated with your current daily life, feel free to tell me.”

Silence for a moment. And then Quon asks.

“What if we talk?”

“…If you ask Layla, I might take you back to her hometown.”

Unlike Cleon or Luti, Quon had a place to return to.

Although there is no Alban.

Her mother was still in her hometown.

It was not necessary to stay only in the mansion.

That she might be sacrificing her present life because of herself.

It was always a problem for Cleon.

“So…”

“So. Do you want me to go back to my hometown?”

Quon speaks first as if interrupting Cleon’s words.

The voice sounded a bit resentful.

“I’m not as capable of researching magic like Lyla, and I’m not as strong as Mr. Luti.”

Cleon, a little overwhelmed by that momentum, is unable to say anything.

“I’m not as light as Sasha. But I have my responsibilities.”

“Responsibility?”

Cleon responds to the word and asks a question.

Quon’s answer was a little different from what he expected.

“Yes. Cleon, blinded by Alvein, responsible for hurting you.”

“…”

Silence passed.

A little later, it was Kuon who opened his mouth again.

“I mean. Actually, it might be that he didn’t like Albain.”

“Quon…”

“It was natural to be by her side from a young age. Her mother always said that she had to protect Alvein.”

A voice that reminds me of old times.

What did she think of Albein herself?

And when did you get direction for that emotion?

“Like Alvein’s accessories. Leaving his hometown, going on adventures. Healing the injured Albain every time.”

The stuffy feeling that I felt on the other side of my chest every time.

“When I consulted Cleon about Alvein… You said that it might be ‘love’ with a slightly troubled expression.”

Cleon also remembers what happened back then.

The day when Albein was seriously injured by overdoing it again.

What you said to yourself with a painful face.

“Cleon’s answer…Was a poor excuse for me. Yes. I’d rather think that I’m in love with Alvein. No, I’m sure I’m in love with you.”

If I had to be by someone’s side for the rest of my life, I couldn’t bear it if I didn’t even love.

That’s why I tied a knot in my emotions and made myself blind.

If I had been a little more honest myself, would something have changed?

“… Stupid. It’s all over now and what I did won’t go away… I’m sorry, Cleon.”

That was Quon’s sin.

As a holy woman candidate, she was unable to present the path she should present to the hero of her holy sword.

I killed my feelings, deceived myself and ruined the relationship between the party.

She wounded a dear friend, and she twisted his heart.

Cleon is silent for a while at Quon’s confession.

“So. This is my confession.”

Sigh. And the sound of something rising.

And slither. I heard something over the confession window, the sound of a cloth flowing down.

“…Wait, Quon?”

Cleon did not understand for a moment what she was about to do.

Next moment. Until the skin-colored soft thing that fills the confession window reveals itself.

The size of the confession window was not that large, so Quon’s large breasts barely showed the valley.

“Cleon… Punish me. As much as you want. You can use this body.”

“…”

“If Cleon has any regrets… Let’s throw them all away with my body. I’ll accept them all.”

Quon’s Temptation.

No regrets or apologies.

It was only a part of the original mind for the two people who were connected by the imprint of control.

After all, when you mix your body, it leads from the deepest.

Because we could understand each other’s feelings.

That’s why the two covet each other.

If you have a heart you want to convey.

If you want to know

A sticky liquid flowed between the valleys visible through the confessional window.

She opened her mouth and saliva trickled down between Quon’s own breasts.

At the sensation of being soggy just by looking at her, Cleon felt her own object, which had grown in size, twitch and react.

As she was quietly seduced, she lowered her underwear and put the protruding penis between them.

Rumble…

What kind of face is the invisible Quon on the other side?

Get on his knees and bring his chest to the confessional window.

Using your hands to support your breasts.

Move your arms up and down.

Stimulate Cleon’s stuff.

Jurreuk… Thump. Jurreuk… Thump.

It uses the weight of its large breasts to sweep up the entire object and release it along with gravity.

Each time her gathered breasts were loosened to reveal her breastbones, slightly stained white by her own copper liquid.

Gradually. Gradually. Quon’s movement increased in speed.

At some point, Cleon brought his object as close as possible to her confessional window.

Her quon was making sure to wrap all of her own things around.

Even in that mansion, only Quon can cover all of Cleon’s large objects.

It was as if her entire body was wrapped in a large pillow that was both soft and elastic.

Jurreuk. Jurreuk.

As hydraulic pressure is applied to the entire column, the desire to ejaculate quickly rises when it moves.

“Quon… Keugh…”

Quon’s body flinched and reacted when the name was called.

Wow! Pew, purrureuk…!

Her whitish liquid spurted out and smeared between those breasts.

The semen that fills the space between the two peaks.

And when her hand falls off her chest…

Woe…

And the accumulated heat is released

Steam seemed to rise from the sticky white cobwebs that had accumulated between them.

Quon uses her hand to sweep up the semen that has collected on her own breasts and once it is in her mouth.

The act of being half-hidden and invisible to Cleon rather stimulated his imagination.

Eventually, when his chest was removed, Cleon also took his belongings out of his confessional window.

What appeared in the confessional the next moment.

It was the face of Quon with his mouth wide open.

To be precise, it was visible from under his nose, so I couldn’t see what was above him.

A mouth hole that seems to have been pierced through the white face.

Beyond that, a moving pink tongue that produced saliva incessantly.

And the black space that leads beyond it.

Cleon couldn’t stand it and put his object in Quon’s mouth.

“Ugh…! Churut, chuwup chururuuk… Churut”

A situation where they are mixing their bodies in a situation where they cannot see each other’s faces.

Cleon was a little taken back by Quon’s caress, which moved more violently than usual.

“Churururup… Purreuk chuut. Churruruth churrururruk”

Intense oral sex.

A woman’s body is stimulated by using her lips, tongue, esophagus, teeth, and the lining of the mouth.

I was hoping for Cleon’s semen.

“Haa… Churrrr.

“…Quon…!”

At Quon’s words that he will accept everything, Cleon’s stomach heats up.

When his cock swells ready to ejaculate in an instant

“Chururureut!”

Kuon’s mouth sucks things in again.

Before long, semen spurted out of Cleon’s object, which had reached its limit.

Purr rrrr

Gulp… Gulp…

“Jurlureup…Jurlureup…”

And semen pouring out like water from a broken faucet

Quon’s mouth sucks in everything with the momentum that won’t spill a single drop.

When the long ejaculation is over and Cleon pulls out the goods.

Quon opens his mouth wide to reveal that there is no more of his semen inside.

All I could see was her hot mouth, as if it were filled with the smell of the one she loved.

“Quon…”

The scene was so lewd that Cleon swallowed without realizing it.

Then, Quon once again removed his body from the confessional window.

This time he stuck his ass in.

Cuckoo… Cuckoo…

Did you stimulate it with your finger during oral sex?

Cleon could see her vagina, which opened and closed on its own, salivating.

And lively.

When he swayed from side to side and seduced him, Cleon’s object quickly regained its hardness.

Tsukkuk…

And Cleon’s glans touched the entrance.

With just that stimulus, Quon shuddered at the thrilling sensation that ran up his spine.

In order to accept the object slowly coming into oneself.

Squeeze your body against the partition.

Zuppufufu…

Cleon’s object that is inserted with an obscene sound that makes your ears tingle.

Eventually, the bodies of the two people connected at the deepest point stopped for a moment.

At the same time, they began to move in harmony with each other.

Jurrureuk… Fang

Falling down, sticking

Jurrureuk… Fang

Falling down, sticking

Insertion done at a slightly slower pace with each round trip.

It was also the reason that the partition could be broken if it was done too violently.

The act of not being able to see each other’s faces quickly took away the leisure of the two.

“Haa, yes…! Cleon… I feel good… Hehe, I’m sure this will happen in the confessional, ah… I’m going to hell…”

“…Then I’ll go with you. I won’t be able to go to a place like heaven.”

“If Cleon is in Hell… Oh no… !

All they see is the embarrassing part of each other.

That’s why it becomes a more explicit sex act.

The immoral feeling of making love and craving pleasure at the same time.

Add heat to the action.

Squeak… Thump… Squeak… Thump…

The movements of the two gradually speed up.

Sanctuary of God. In the secret room where you confess your sins.

Two people committing a mortal sin that only God can forgive.

“Haaaaa…” ! No, Cleon… ! Let’s go together!”

Fang Fang Fang Fang

A violent sound lingers in the confessional.

One last spurt that doesn’t care what’s heard on the outside.

“Yeah… Kuh…!”

Woorrrr…

Before long, the final eruption begins.

Cleon ejaculates with his object embedded in the deepest part.

And Quon, impaled by the pillar, wets the ground with tides.

Seeing the fluid seep over and under the screen, Cleon felt his object her harden once more.

“Yeah…♡ Whoops, can you still punish me…?”

The lure of a lustful woman.

The flame of desire that can hardly be considered a priest who guides people.

It spread inside the confessional.

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Finally. It was quite a while after the two of them came out of there.

Adventurers don’t often find confession centers, so there was no one waiting outside.

Cleon was just expressing his gratitude for Layla’s cleaning magic today.

If it hadn’t been for that, it would have been a daunting task to wipe Quon’s body covered in semen through the confessional window.

Of course, cleaning the inside of the confessional that was painted white.

Finally, I quickly wiped the semen from her hair.

When both of you are blushing in shame for being so distracted and preoccupied with the act.

“Oh my. Is Kuon still in the temple?”

How did the Blind Priest know? She talked to Quon.

“Ah!? Ah, yes! A little confession…”

“Hmm. I see, I thought I heard something in the confessional from earlier.”

Cleon used Galatea to create an area of ​​soundproofing.

…Anyway, instead of sight, this priest seemed to feel something like a ‘feeling’.

“Quon. About the person I love that I mentioned earlier.”

“Ah! Aah! I’m sorry! I have to go back now!”

Quon, her face flushed, takes Cleon’s hand her and heads towards the exit of her temple, as if to her visibly embarrassed.

The blind cleric slightly turned his gaze in the direction of the sound.

It was a bitter smile accompanied by a sigh.

“Cleon. Take good care of Quon.”