Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 219: Rest (2)
Chapter 219: Rest (2)
Chapter 219: Rest (2)
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I’ve never thought about it. But someday, I would have to.
After solving all the problems, someday, that is.
...Though Gilbert was blatantly disappointed when he heard that, he fortunately understood since he knew the current situation wasn’t great.
Afterward, my party and I returned to the VIP room. Helena headed off to discuss various matters with the upper echelons of the church.
How to announce the existence of the Saintess who appeared after 300 years, how to implement the policies decided during the meal, and so on.
The church would be busy with all this, so it couldn’t be helped.
Now that Helena was no longer just a simple priestess but a member of the upper class, she couldn’t be absent.
With a farewell promise to meet again later, we parted ways with Helena and entered the VIP room assigned to us.
Bang! Click.
Iona locked the door the moment it closed.
She clapped her hands lightly, her crimson eyes curving like a crescent moon.
“Attention, attention! Now begins the time to interrogate Yandel about what happened in the past three days! Everyone, take your seats!”
“Huh? What...?! Wait, hold on!”
Iona grabbed my shoulders and sat me down on a nearby sofa, despite my confusion.
The sofa was so large and ornate that it resembled a throne, but it was as plush and comfortable as its appearance suggested.
It even faintly emanated divine power, indicating it was a high-grade sofa with a blessing for mental and physical stability.
A treasure likely meant for the church’s VIPs...
Except for the fact that I was surrounded by women, who had crowded in around me.
Carla sat on the floor without hesitation, leaning her head against my left thigh.
Elisha squatted more modestly, resting her chin on my right thigh, looking up at me.
Iona perched on the armrest, pinning down my hand, and Faye sat on the opposite armrest, wrapping her arm around my neck.
Lastly, Iris climbed up onto my waist, positioning herself there.
At first glance, it looked like I was surrounded by five women, but in reality, I was trapped in a position where I couldn’t move.
With my escape routes blocked, Iona smiled brightly and began to speak.
“You know, I don’t particularly want to monopolize Yandel. I’m sure none of us do!”
“Oh, okay.”
“But if you neglect us, we’ll sulk.”
“...”
They all stared at me with eyes ready to puff up their cheeks at any moment.
I nodded with a small laugh.
“I understand. I wanted to talk when the person in question was present, but this is fine, too.”
I held Iris’s butt to keep her from slipping down. And the other hand was pinned by Iona, so both hands were occupied with their butts.
With that silly thought, I began to speak.
“Well, as I said, it wasn’t just three days of prayer. What happened was...”
This and that. Quack, quack, ducky quack.
I explained everything, from the Righteous Radiance transforming into a human form, to the suggestion of planting the seed of authority to maintain my blessing and grow Helena’s.
I only slightly altered the part about the system allowing translation.
“Well. With the power of recovery in place, we kept going without rest, so I’m not sure.”
“Gasp!”
Carla’s ruby eyes widened as she covered her mouth with her hand.
Iris continued, swallowing hard.
“Master. So is Saintess Helena now in the same situation as us?”
“The same situation? Oh, since I decided to take responsibility and Helena agreed, she’s now one of my women.”
“No, I meant, is the Saintess now also going to fall?”
“Don’t say such ominous things... If anyone hears you, they’ll think I only collect fallen women.”
“It’s not entirely wrong, is it? None of us here have backgrounds that are perfectly fine.”
“Sigh.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
“Anyway, that won’t happen this time. Didn’t you hear in the audience room? The cultists are targeting the Church of Radiant Radiance, and I warned them about it. Helena won’t fall.”
“Hmm. Then that’s good to hear. We don’t wish for anyone to fall, after all.”
Everyone nodded in agreement with Iris’s words, but none met my eyes.
What is this? Did they really mean it when they said I had a thing for fallen noblewomen? It wasn’t a joke?
As I stood there dumbfounded, Iona clapped her hands lightly, changing the subject.
Clap, clap.
“Alright, enough of that. Let’s end this topic here! Anyway, now that Saintess Helena is one of us, let’s take care of her next time we meet!”
Then, as she subtly slipped her hand inside my collar, she continued.
“Well, until then, shouldn’t we also try this ‘nun outfit play’ thing?”
Her playful tone carried an unmistakable hint of seduction. The others’ eyes also seemed to change slightly in agreement.
They seemed a bit upset that I had done it with Faye first... Skipping out here wouldn’t be right, but...
“...Could we save it for next time, Professor? Even with the help of the power, doing it for three days and nights made me feel like I was going to die.”
“Oh? Oh? I guess even Yandel has his limits after such continuous activity.”
Iona nodded in understanding, but her eyes grew even more mischievous for some reason.
“But did you know, Yandel?”
“Yes...? What is it?”
Trying to hide my unease, I responded calmly, as Iona’s lips curled into a sly smile.
She opened her mouth, revealing sharp fangs that gleamed between her lips.
“I haven’t had any blood for three days.”
“Oh.”
“If I suck your blood... won’t it get up?”
“......”
Yes, it would. Whether she sucked my neck or somewhere else, it would definitely get up.
Taking a deep breath, I looked straight ahead. As the saying goes, if you can’t avoid it, you might as well enjoy it. I steeled myself for what was to come.
With a determined spirit, I shouted boldly.
“Bring it on!”
Yeah. If I did it for three days, why not four?