The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire - Chapter 249



249 – Epilogue. Beltane Has a Lot to Say. (3)

Like a kitten with its her neck her bitten by its her mother her her her, I couldn’t even move her her body her her her.

Strength or skill. It wasn’t a problem at that level.

From the slender arms that were currently wrapping around my neck, I could not feel the will to oppress me.

The restraints are so thin that it feels like they will just break apart if you swing your arm to shake them off.

However, as someone who had been hugging a woman who was strong enough to chew on a stone all day long, this kind of weakness felt even more uncomfortable.

“Sister. What the hell is this—!”

Mulkyung.

The words I spoke became a blur due to the dizzying feeling pressing down on my back.

A unique, small thrill when a soft, ripe female body collapses under the pressure of a man’s hard body.

Just this morning, I had tasted it to the point where I was sick of it while being in contact with the warrior, so I couldn’t know.

There was no doubt about it.

The nun was pushing her wide breasts towards me as if to say hello.

“Uh, how are you? Are you feeling good…?”

A question of unknown intent appeared in her mind as she became troubled by the unexpected situation.

Do you feel good? Rani.

The masculinity inside me that I couldn’t say no to was just vile.

Although it was sensuously similar to a pillow filled with a generous amount of cotton, the comfort of hugging the body was completely different.

The intense heat can be felt even through the thick monastic robes. A massive presence.

The sweet scent that no expensive perfume could match was rekindling a desire that had been extinguished at best.

“I haven’t taken the exact measurements, but the length of the compression bandage has increased. It’s probably about an inch bigger than last year.”

It got bigger!? There’s more!?

Lightning struck my mind when I heard the shocking truth.

Even with her compression bandages on her, the nun’s breasts, which were about the size of a child’s head, had become even more enlarged.

Putting aside the truth of what she said, is it really possible?

Of course, the warrior’s breasts had grown dramatically compared to last year, but they were probably still a little lower than the nun’s.

Even though I managed to suppress my s*xual curiosity, my intellectual curiosity took over and I could hardly keep my cool.

“Would you like to touch it yourself? If you are a Raiges priest, you can touch it as much as you want. It doesn’t matter…”

“Soo, nun!”

Just before another outrageous statement came out of her nun’s lips, she stopped her.

“Sister! Jo, just a little! Please calm down a little. Why on earth are you doing this…?”

I turned my back and came face to face with the nun who was standing behind me, and the thought circuit in her head that had lit up late went dark again.

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“····!”

There was a deep sense of embarrassment in the low breathing sound that escaped from the open mouth of her.

I barely managed to move my pupils, which were constantly shaking, and busily examined the absurd reality before my eyes.

The first thing I saw was a nun’s uniform with a quirky design that was wide open in the middle of the chest. It was two voluptuous lumps of flesh that were emphasized.

When I reflexively turned my gaze to the very masculine scenery, this time I noticed a piece of black cloth barely covering her navel, creating a clear contrast with her white thighs.

Bottoms were nowhere to be found.

The only thing that exists under the upper body of her, which is barely equipped with clothes, is pure white stockings covering the bursting thighs of her and a precarious garter belt tangled above them.

Therefore, the only thing currently covering the nun’s breasts was a thin piece of cloth hanging down from under her breasts.

“Ugh!”

I tried to close my eyes, but it was already too late.

The harsh scene from just moments ago had already been firmly engraved in my mind.

Where on earth did you change clothes?

Where on earth did you get clothes that don’t look like those?

Rather, is what I just saw really true?

The endless questions took away my cool-headedness, and such gaps in consciousness soon led to a lack of attention.

Crash!

The body that was sitting on the chair was swept away by an unknown force and fell to the floor.

I tried to raise my body reflexively, but the high pressure pressing down on my lower abdomen did not allow me to do so.

“Your complexion has turned red, your breathing has become rough, and your pulse has quickened. It seems that you are quite s*xually aroused. It is worthwhile to bring you these clothes in particular.”

“Extreme!?”

As soon as I could speak, pressure was applied again to my lower abdomen.

Even with my eyes closed, I was able to understand clearly.

There was a nun sitting on top of my body lying on the floor.

Even while wearing a vulgar nun’s uniform, which is worse than not wearing anything at all.

“Oh, dress! Please dress properly!”

Covering her face with her hands, she cried desperately.

It was an act of instinct that once again created a screen with both hands over my tightly closed eyes.

With only one line of defense, the eyelids, it was too trustworthy.

The scene unfolding before my eyes was so absurd.

“Joe, it was good.”

The nun, bouncing her body up and down, suddenly started muttering to herself.

Is it because of my mood?

The voice sounded slightly excited.

“How do you feel? Priestess Raiges. Even though my body is flat and insignificant compared to the hero, don’t you feel the taste of a special magic that is different from the hero… ?”

“····Yes?”

I was suddenly dumbfounded by the nun’s remarks of her, which went far beyond the expected range.

Is that all there is?

The persistent movement of pressing my lower body with his wide hips was further confusing my already confused mind.

“Priest Raiges’s thoughts. It is certainly a wonderful thing to spend one’s whole life looking only at one woman. I agree with that. Moreover, in countries outside the system, there is a tendency to despise the bigamy system itself, where a man marries multiple wives. It seems like there is, but why not think about it from a different perspective? Is bigamy really that bad? Is taking multiple partners at once something to be condemned?”

“····?”

Her head tilted as countless question marks appeared above her head.

The stupid things a stupid person says can be heard in one ear and passed over with the other, but the stupid things a smart person says have to go through a filter in the brain.

“If a man loves all the women he marries equally, and if all women think they are loved enough, isn’t that enough? Even if it’s not fair, there’s no problem. Each person feels differently about being loved. Isn’t that Why one insignificant touch can feel like a precious memory to someone else for the rest of their life?”

“Oh, yes, that’s right…?”

I answered the question when asked, but honestly, I had no idea what the nun was talking about.

It was unclear in what context this story came out.

He was hugged to me with his naked body. This time, you’re praising the bigamy system again.

Could it be that you drank medicinal liquor in broad daylight?

I was on the verge of having such a ridiculous thought.

“Furthermore, the fact that superior males dominate multiple females is a common occurrence in the natural ecosystem, the so-called law of Mother Nature…”

This was around the time when the nun’s praise of bigamy broke away from modern civilization and reached into the providence of nature.

She suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

Come to think of it, I think there was a situation similar to this before.

Oh, no way.

“Are you doing this because of the saint?”

“─!?”

At that moment, the nun started and her body trembled.

A simple and clear response that anyone can see that she has hit the nail on the head.

Now that I think about it again, it was a problem with a fixed answer.

The only time a nun who was thorough in everything showed such reckless behavior was because it was related to the saint.

Perhaps, seeing the increased frequency of nights out between me and the warrior recently, suspicions arose that I might abandon the saint.

It was unknown how such an idea developed into a story urging me to commit bigamy, but this solved all my biggest questions.

“Sister. I told you before. No matter how much I have officially tied the knot with the warrior, I am the saint’s exclusive guardian priest rather than the warrior’s husband. I swear to God. No matter what happens, I will never do anything for the saint. I won’t abandon you.”

“····”

After gently opening her tightly closed eyes, I continued to soothe the nun for a while.

The nun’s strange outfit her, clearly visible even through the blurred vision of her, hindered her her thinking of her, but she was much better than before.

“If it’s really necessary, I’ll consider temporary bigamy with the saint. I’ll try to convince the warrior somehow, so don’t worry. So, you don’t have to do something like this—”

“····Yo.”

“Huh? Sister, what are you saying now…”

“I…Am…”

At the sound of a faintly crying voice, my eyes suddenly opened wide, and thanks to this, I was able to see the nun’s expression of her, which I had not noticed until this moment.

A face stained red with shame.

Light pink lips that are constantly shaking, as if they are about to burst into tears at any moment.

Two slender hands desperately holding onto my chest.

“What about me…?”

That pitiful appearance was enough to once again block my ability to speak.