Chapter 218 – Year-End Party

Episode 218 – Year-end party

As I was giving a proper education to the cheeky Jammin and playing with the children, a saintly woman who had finished her business approached us.

“How are you both?”

“Yes. Nothing much happened.”

I didn’t feel the need to say anything, so I gave a cursory answer, but one of the kids shouted.

“Saint. “The two of you kissed!”

“Huh? “Kiss?”

“Yes! When my sisters and brothers asked me if I had a boyfriend, I told them we were dating and kissed them!”

The saint’s gaze returned to me.

Her eyes were full of confusion. Since he said a few days ago that he was just a colleague, it would be quite difficult to believe this.

“Young master. “Is this true?”

“Shall we change seats first? “It’s a bit too much to say here.”

“… Do we have to go that far?”

“It’s not good for children’s education.”

I pointed around.

The saint looked at the children surrounding her and nodded her head.

“All right. Follow me.”

After leaving the children with Deborah, we headed to the deserted backyard.

The saint looked at me and asked.

“Now please answer me. “Is it true what I said earlier?”

“Yes, maybe not.”

“What do you mean?”

“It means that truth and lies are mixed.”

As he continued to answer ambiguously, the saint frowned in frustration.

She placed her hands on both waists.

“Which one?”

“We are colleagues.”

This means that there was a kiss.

The saintess’s eyes widened in astonishment, as if she was shocked that even though she was not her lover, she kissed her without hesitation in front of other people.

She stammered and asked the question with difficulty.

“Well, is that okay? Ethically problematic…”

“It’s not like we have a lover in particular. What. “If a man and a woman in their prime who don’t have an owner get together, they might have to kiss.”

“Anyway, that’s…”

She made creaky movements like a broken robot, as if she couldn’t accept it with the way of thinking of a saint.

When I saw that, I suddenly felt playful.

‘I want to make fun of you.’

Even I might be surprised to hear this, but I can’t just leave it alone if the hitting feels that good.

I grinned and made a bombshell statement as if it was no big deal.

“It’s not that great. “I can do it with the saint too, right?”

“W-what? “You’re saying you’re doing this with me?”

“Yes. If you want to kiss me, tell me anytime. “I’m fine.”

“Uh, uh, uh… !”

The saint’s face suddenly heated up.

His red face looked like a tomato, as if it was about to explode.

When I see your beautiful golden eyes scanning my lips, I think you might be imagining kissing me in your head.

I took one step forward.

“Aaaaah! “I don’t like it!”

Then, the saint seemed to think that he was going to attack her lips, so he made a fuss and stepped behind her.

It’s impressive that it sticks to the wall.

Although I was satisfied, I looked like I couldn’t understand on the outside.

“Why are you avoiding it so much? “How great is a kiss?”

“I am a libertine! Young master is a libertine!”

“Me? “I have never argued with a woman’s heart.”

“You’re doing that to me now! “You don’t even take responsibility and you try to kiss me!”

This was a very interesting thing to say.

The saint’s remarks were ordinary, but they were the kind that could easily be distorted.

I deliberately misunderstood it and accepted it.

“Then, if I say I will take responsibility, can I kiss you?”

“W-what?”

“I’ll take responsibility, so do you want to kiss me?”

While saying that, I approached the saint.

As the distance between her and her grew closer, an earthquake occurred in her saintly eyes.

Soon, I got to the point.

I reached out my hand and held his soft cheek and whispered, lowering my voice.

“Iris. Close your eyes.”

“Ugh!”

A saintess rolling her eyes, not knowing what to do.

She was embarrassed and when I pressed my lips to hers, she was swept away by her mood and made the mistake of closing her eyes.

If you kiss a saint like this, you might actually be able to go straight to marriage.

Then, you can massage those fascinating huge breasts to your heart’s content.

‘It’s too bad.’

In addition to this, there was the advantage of being able to escape the possessor’s suspicions almost completely, but I couldn’t force the kiss.

Making all kinds of excuses to push Deborah away and end up with a saint is something she wouldn’t do.

I pounded the saint’s forehead with chestnuts.

Taaak!

“Aya!”

With a groan, the saint grabbed her forehead.

She shouted as if she was being wronged, with tears streaming down her face.

“Why are you hitting me?”

“Why then, saintess, does she close her eyes? “Did you ever want to kiss me?”

“Oh, no? This just happened to be…”

“How did it happen? Lady, how does it happen that she kisses a random man?”

“W-what do you mean! That’s because it’s Young master! It’s not like that with other men!”

What on earth does this mean?

Other men can’t do it, but I can? Even if I tried not to think about it, my mind randomly came up with one possibility.

‘Do you really like me?’

If you think about it, the saint showed quite a favorable attitude from their first meeting.

Even though I stared at her chest, she didn’t swear much, and when I told her it seemed like her head her she was injured, she even gave me additional treatment.

She even lifted her breasts and bounced them around to test if they were really okay.

It would make sense to say that it was all because he fell in love with me at first sight.

I opened my mouth with a sigh.

“Saint. “I’m sorry, but I have no intention of dating yet.”

“… Yes? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“Didn’t you just say that? Other men can’t do it, but I can. Doesn’t that mean you love me?”

In an instant, the light disappeared from the saint’s eyes.

Anger is burning inside her as she looks at me blankly.

“Not at all! Why do I love Young master?”

“Then you don’t like it?”

“I don’t hate it, but I don’t love it either! You flirt! “I even kissed Deborah!”

Puck! Puck!

The saint pounded my chest.

On the outside, it looked like a slender beautiful girl was going crazy, but she had always practiced boxing techniques and her fists were not of average power.

Even these light blows are mixed with a subtle trick, causing shocks to pierce her skin and reach her bones.

Perhaps the saint is doing this instinctively without any particular awareness. This probably means that her skills have been fully embodied.

I hurriedly grabbed the saint’s arm and stopped her as she was suffocating in pain.

“Please stop.”

“Let go! “I haven’t been hit yet!”

“If you get hit any more, you will die. Please stop.”

After repeating this several times, the saintess seemed to sense my sincerity and finally stopped.

She looks at my chest with a worried look on her face, as if asking when she gets angry.

“Did it hurt a lot?”

“In moderation. “If I had been hit two more times, my breastbone would have been broken.”

“It’s serious! “Stay still.”

The saint seemed to be sorry for her honest answer without any lies, and quickly placed her hand on her heart.

Her divine power flashes and she begins to heal the blow.

The pain subsided and my suffocating breathing regained stability.

It was that moment.

Jump up!

“Iris! Now let’s move to the restaurant… What are you two doing?”

Deborah opened her door and came in, asked her question, and then looked at us and opened her eyes.

The saint was greatly embarrassed.

“Oh! “Deborah.”

Yet her hands her do not leave her chest her. That’s because she hasn’t finished all of her treatment yet.

She worked as a saint for many years, and her obsession with healing reached a fanatical level.

Even if she receives the gaze of a jealous woman, she cannot stop treatment.

But fortunately, Deborah quickly regained her composure, perhaps realizing that she was undergoing treatment.

“We’re going to the children’s restaurant. Because I’ll be there first. “You can come there.”

Crash!

With those words, Deborah closed the door.

The saint, who froze for a moment, clung to me with a tearful expression on her face.

“What should we do about Young master?”

“What?”

“Oh, you might misunderstand! “Aren’t you worried about Young master?”

“Specifically? Deborah and I are not dating? “From the beginning, she said Deborah didn’t care what I did with other women.”

“Yeah, really?”

“Yes. So don’t worry.”

The saint was lost in deep thought, tilting her head as if she couldn’t understand.

I waited for her to calm down enough and then gently tapped her on the shoulder.

“Anyway, let’s go now. “It’s finally time to taste the long-awaited cake.”

“Ah! Yes Go, go!”

What was she thinking? The saintess blushed slightly and hurriedly ran out.

I shrugged her shoulders and followed her.

A little while later, when we arrived at the restaurant, there were children sitting in their seats and shaking with fear.

They are afraid of the fact that they will soon have to eat strange food.

The only children who were healthy were a very small number who had never eaten the saint’s food since they were still young.

Perhaps some of them will taste the saint’s food for the first time today.

Then, the cake finally appeared.

Grumbling─

The director of the orphanage approached, pushing a three-tier cake on a tray.

The children looked at the cake in shock, but when they saw that it looked surprisingly fine, they wondered what might have happened.

“Uh? What is it?”

“Did you really buy it?”

But the older children still stared at the cake with suspicion.

“Everyone, don’t let your guard down. Just in case.”

“That’s right. Because you have expectations, you are betrayed. “If you don’t have expectations in the first place, you won’t be disappointed.”

A famous line you’ve probably heard somewhere.

While watching her reactions, the saint rushed to help the orphanage director.

Place the cake in the center, cut it skillfully and distribute it on small plates.

Deborah and I distributed one to each child.

Soon, everyone got a cake.

“Now then, should we all say thank you to the saint? You must have had a hard time making the cake.”

-Wow…

-Thank you…

It was a voice without any gratitude.

Normally, the director of the orphanage would probably have said harsh words to the children, but he couldn’t bear to do that, so he quietly overlooked it.

“Then let’s all eat cake.” “It looks really delicious.”

The head of the orphanage lifted Eokten up, split the cake with her fork, and brought it to her mouth.

Her face looks like she’s taking poison.

The children even quickly averted their gaze as if they could not see the scene.

Finally, the cake disappeared into the mouth, and the daycare director, who had been tasting the cake with a chewing expression, opened her eyes wide and exhaled in surprise.

“Hmm? “Wow, is it delicious?”

She tasted her cake again to see if she could trust her own judgment.

And she concluded:

“Hey guys! Oh, come on and try it! This is a really delicious cake! Come on!”

The children’s faces are filled with bright smiles, as if they are not lying, and there is hope on their faces.

We start tasting the cake one by one.

“And! Delicious!”

“Sweet!”

“This is sex!”

The children each let out exclamations of exclamation and ate the cake like crazy.

The saint, who had been anxiously observing the situation until then, discovered those reactions and only then breathed a sigh of relief.

She expressed her gratitude to Deborah.

“Deborah. Thank you Thanks to this, I think the kids enjoy eating it.”

“What. All I did was give you the recipe. “There are so many people who can’t even tell me the recipe.”

“Still. Thank you so much!”

“Thank you, please keep the recipe well in the future. Then we eat too!”

Deborah and the saint exchanged friendly smiles before turning their attention to the cake.

I also slowly tasted the cake.

‘It’s delicious.’

It was a taste I had already gotten used to after tasting it several times, but it was even better when I ate it with everyone.

After the cake tasting, we came to the lounge.

When I looked out the window, the sun had set and it was dark, probably because it was winter.

“Luan! Then I’ll go first. I have to help Master. “They’re probably preparing food right now.”

“Uh, okay. Go. See you later.”

Meanwhile, Deborah left to prepare for the party, and it was a moment alone with the saint.

Suddenly, the saint stood up and turned off the magic lamp that illuminated her room.

“Saint?”

Let’s stand up and call out his name.

“Go, Young master. “Will you close your eyes?”

She asked with her face so red that the saint could be seen even in the dark of her room.

In this unusual atmosphere, I ended up saying something nonsense.

“It’s already dark?”

“Still! Close your eyes!”

“… I understand.”

I slowly closed my eyes, suppressing the pounding of my heart.

The view is blocked.

Sreuk─ Srureuk─

I could hear the sound of cloth brushing against my body.

I swallowed my saliva without realizing it at the sound that stimulated my imagination.

How long has it been?

A moment that seemed like an eternity passed, and the saint’s permission was given.

“You can open your eyes now.”

“…”

It was a strangely erotic voice.

As I cautiously opened my eyes to a feeling I never imagined I would feel from a saint, an equally unexpected sight came into my field of vision.

“Gasp!”

The saint was exposing her breasts.

She pulled up the front of her nun’s robe and held it in place with her lips, and her breasts were lifted up and supported with both hands and slightly exposed to me.

Instead of the innocent white underwear I saw the other day, sexy black lingerie underwear was difficult to accommodate the huge breasts.

The moonlight fell on the skin that the bra couldn’t cover, making it shine white.

As I was just staring blankly at her breasts, the saint muttered.

“Ma, do you want to touch me?”

“… Yes?”

“Chest. “Do you want to touch me?”

It was a shocking proposal.

I was worried about that sudden suggestion…

“Yes. “I want to touch you.”

I accepted it right away.

I declined last time and regretted it so much, but I can’t miss the opportunity this time.