Chapter 21 – Ia Reese (2)

One.

“Ah, ah…”

Fragments of a voice that could not even be spoken leaked from Paster’s mouth. It was a voice that matched his devastated expression so well that even I, who saw him, felt sad.
But now was not the time to be sad. The first thing to do was to provoke Paster, whose house was completely destroyed and his mentality was cracked.

This emotionally traumatic time is a good opportunity to shake things up.

People react emotionally when they are stimulated when their mentality is soft. I had never seen Paster so stunned, so it was clear that he would react like a fire with just a slight poke.

Then, just like he did to that bitch from Scar Late, he’ll give me a compulsory climax hell until I cry and pray.

I opened my mouth with a very mean smile at Pastor, full of expectations that I would definitely screw him this time.

“Now there’s no reason to charge Scar Rate for repairs? Anyone can see that it was me who broke Mr. Pastor’s house.”

Pastor, who looked down at the fragments of what used to be a house with empty eyes, turned his head at my words. A torrent of intense emotions swirled in his eyes, which contained me.

When I was watching Scar Rate earlier, I looked down with those eyes. When I took a step further from that state, it eventually exploded and started to crush her.

If so, there was only one thing I had to do. I started fanning his hot feelings.

“Everything you were going to do to Scar Layte earlier, you have to do it to me, right? That way you’ll be able to pay for repairs. Whoop whoop…”

It was so pleasant to be able to control him. Thanks to all the resentment that had been seething in my heart just a moment ago, honorific words began to come out again.

As expected, the person standing at the top should use respectful words to be dignified. So, let’s see how it turns out now.

As if to live up to expectations, Pastor opened his mouth a few times, then he asked me in a dry voice that seemed to contain his emotions.

“I-Ia Reese, why did you do this?”

It was as if he begged me to give him a good reason, because he would forgive you if the reason was good. I could feel how great the trust he had in me was.

A deep trust in me that I don’t give to other bitches. But… I can’t be more satisfied with a relationship that’s at the level of a trustworthy person.

It was a very difficult decision for me to lose that trust, but I was able to make a decision with tears in my eyes thinking that instead of losing trust, I gained his emotional behavior and various additional elements.
I still kept my mean smile on my lips, giving him an answer he would never want.

“You said it earlier. Mr. Pastor is so frustrated. Because I’m an idiot who doesn’t even know my heart. I couldn’t help it.”
“······Yes?”
“Okay, would you understand me if I said this? Hmmmm.”

Pastor was still sane. It was obvious that he would not show his anger as long as he remained rational.
So I decided to write a cheap, outdated meme that is completely unsuitable for such a serious situation.
A leisurely, mean smile was erased from his face for a moment, and he closed his eyes tightly and shouted at him with his fists clenched.

“Eh, if you don’t do this at least Mr. Pastor… You won’t even be interested in me!”
“…”

It’s a bit embarrassing to shout at this old age, but it seems to have been effective enough to make Pastor angry. Seeing Paster, who was trying to relieve his emotions through a conversation with me somehow, closed his mouth.

I asked Pastor, who was barely suppressing his anger, with a relaxed and mean smile on his face again.

“Maybe? How about it? Do you understand my heart now? Do you understand, you fool!”

Destroying the house, playing jokes that don’t work, even fainting without understanding the atmosphere. Even if a noble monk came, he would go mad and break the wooden table, and the three-level combo exploded on Pastor’s softened mentality.

“…”
“…”

Immediately after, a suffocating silence dominated the space. It was Paster that dominated the atmosphere of this space now. His head bowed, silently staring at the ground, he looked like a bomb about to explode.
I was convinced when I saw him tremble with his fists clenched. Pastor will be angry now.

His hypnosis app full of anger will emit light, and I will be thoroughly tainted by his obscene desire that has lost my reason.

The anticipation in my heart grew more and more.

I knew that if I didn’t expect anything, I wouldn’t be disappointed, but seeing such an angry Paster, I couldn’t help but get my hopes up.

As if in response to my expectations, which had been inflated like bubbles, Pastor’s mouth opened and a sigh of one syllable leaked out.

“······Under.”

A single syllable sigh contained fragments of all kinds of emotions. I couldn’t even guess how much anger Pastor was feeling right now.

One thing was clear, though, that now I was fucked. No, to be precise, I guess it’s true that I’m in a situation where I’m getting screwed.

Just imagining being forced to climax by an angry Paster made my womb ready to conceive a life.
After preparing for the correction, Pastor started to approach me one step at a time with his head lowered.

Turbuck. Turbuck. Turbuck. Turbuck.

I could feel his uterine orifice going down with each step he took. The existence of a strong male made Iariris a female who only thought of reproduction.

No, no, hey. Wake. You are not yet a sex partner. It wasn’t even set as a female to give birth to him. Don’t drink kimchi soup. Can’t you come to your senses even after being hurt like that?

Just like I did with Scar Rate earlier, I could have done nothing but send her into an orgasmic hell without having sex.

It’s not that it might, but it probably will. Paster hadn’t had sex yet, and he seemed to want to be with someone he liked at first.

Of course, it was the first time for me too, but the current Paster didn’t like me rationally. Even though it’s a hard fact to admit to yourself, it’s a fact. I had to admit what I had to admit.

Yeah, I’m not a professional kimchi soup drinker like Scar-Late. Low expectations can lead to greater disappointment. Be careful.

After that, I decided not to be disappointed even if the future I would experience was not sex. In the first place, the extreme uterine climax performed at the fingertips of the furious Paster was enough to make sense.
Just when I decided not to lose my original intention, Paster was right in front of me before I knew it.

···Gulp.

When I reached a distance where I could easily press my lower stomach with my hand, and a distance where I could closely observe his hot breath and every trembling of his body, I swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry when I thought that something really was starting now.

Like you’re tense.

······Uh?

The moment I thought of the word tension, my composure broke and I was overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Hey, are you nervous? I? No, that’s nonsense No matter what Pastor does, I have nothing to be nervous about. I can accept any sadistic act with a smile. Right?

Yes, I can accept whatever Pastor does. Even if your clothes are torn, even if you force your face down and trample on your head, even if you slap your exposed buttocks with your hand, you can welcome it with joy.

But why are you so anxious and nervous? The one in front is Paster. The Paster that I wanted and wanted so much, not anyone else. Why are you doing this when you’ve always been waiting for this situation?

My body trembled. There were also tremblings after being excited and in heat, but the main cause was a bigger emotion than that.

This feeling was exactly like the one I felt every day when I was very young and living in the slums. However, it was just a resemblance, and it was not an emotion that I would feel in front of Paster. I couldn’t.

Why am I afraid of Paster? That doesn’t make sense That could never happen…

At that moment, when I tried to deny the emotion that passed through my mind, my thoughts were cut off and undeniable anxiety revealed its presence.

‘Being like this with you is stressful for me.’
‘Pastor… I, don’t abandon me. Well, I’ll do anything…’

Fragments of Pastor’s conversation with Scar Rait came to mind. At the same time, I was able to imagine things I couldn’t have imagined when I was watching Scar Rate suffer.

What if Pastor says that to me too? Will I be able to withstand those hateful gazes?

I empathized with Scar Rate, who cried and prayed for being crushed by Paster. And in less than three seconds, I was able to answer my question.

······No, there’s no way I can’t endure it. If Pastor looks at me and says he really hates me, he’s going to be ruined like Scar Rate.

It was only after imagining that that I realized the reason for my fear. I thought he would be angry, but he couldn’t think of hating me. It was because of the blood rushing to his head.
Stupidly enough, I only realized it when I couldn’t pick it up again.

Wouldn’t it be forgiven if I begged that I would pay all the repair costs right now, and that I was really sorry? It’s a pasta He was such a caring, kind, and kind Pastor who was so kind to me…

When I thought that far, I remembered why Paster was so kind to me. His kindness came from his trust and dependence on me.
Having destroyed his trust, he no longer had any reason to be kind to me.
An apology might be accepted, but it could not restore the trust that had already been lost.

Oh······.

His hair was bleached white, and his lips and mouth were dry. Deep in the stomach, regret began to creep up with an open mouth.

What have I done. Oh, no. I have to apologize to Pastor. A little sooner, before it’s too late. Before you truly hate me…!.

My head was filled with thoughts of apology. As soon as I finished thinking, I immediately opened my mouth and tried to say sorry to him, but my voice was not coming out because my mouth and throat were dry.

“Ah… Ah…”

I urgently tried to increase the healing power, but it was already too late, Pastor’s arms were heading for my neck. The malice and anger I felt in his hands turned into horror and gripped my heart.

Are you angry enough to choke yourself? You hate me that much? Paster, oh no. Sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me…

Prison.

“······Uh?”

Contrary to the terrible expectation that he would strangle me to death, what came to me was a warm and cozy feeling wrapped around my face and back of my head.
Right after that, a very good smell came through my nasal passages, and the mild smell calmed my heart, which had been beating like crazy just a moment ago.
After the good smell calmed me down, I recognized what had happened to me.

Uh huh Hey, is this a true story…?

I was now hugging Pastor with my face buried in his arms.
When I came out in a dream, it was so dreamy that I was happy for the day.

Why? No, for what reason? Why am I being held by Pastor?

In my panicked ears, I heard Paster’s impressed voice.

“Aww…! Ia Reese, why are you so kind? Seriously!”

······What?