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Chapter 208 - Things That Mix, and Inside the Church (See For Yourself☆)

I could hear the wet, squelching sound of a viscous liquid being stirred. I opened my eyes to see two white hills bouncing wildly. In time with their up-and-down motion, a pleasant wave originated from my groin and spread throughout my body, a pleasure that felt like it was melting my brain. I reached out for the two hills. The moment I touched them, a lustful cry of "Ahn!"

echoed.

They were large and soft. They yielded easily when I squeezed, but returned to their original shape when I relaxed. A magnificent resilience.

"Nngh…"

The owner of the hills gasped in time with the movements of my hands. The only ones I knew with breasts of this caliber were Myra, Laciel, and Aira, but this was different from any of them. Magnificent breasts, a narrow waist, a beautifully feminine body. She was straddling me, her sex tightly gripping mine. Each time she swayed her hips, the love juices drawn out by my member made an obscene sound.

"Nfuh… Have you awoken?"

It wasn't just her voice that was flushed. Her cheeks, shoulders, collarbones—her entire body was tinged a lustrous crimson. Her face, intoxicated with pleasure, drew closer. A lock of reddish-gold hair fell across her blue eyes. Her nose was high and elegant, and if I looked closely at her fair skin, I could see faint freckles on her cheeks. The braid she had tied back loosely had come undone, and her hair was falling over her shoulders. But above all, her lips were a ripe, luscious red.

Unable to wait, I lifted my head to meet her, but she pulled back as if to escape me. A faint smile played on her lips.

"Wh-why…"

Thinking she was teasing me, I wrapped my arms around her back to pull her closer. In that instant, she grabbed my head and pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue pried my lips open, and something slick and wet invaded my mouth. I tried to meet it with my own tongue, but an overwhelming amount of saliva flowed in. A sweet, body-melting liquid. I swallowed it.

Her hand still on my cheek, she broke the kiss.

"Lord Mash… I have dreamed of the day I could be with you like this…"

she smiled.

"Elisha…"

The one straddling me and grinding her hips was Elisha, the high priestess of Miglutt's Great Temple. Unable to hold back any longer against her repeated motions, I released myself inside her.

After I finished, I regained some composure and looked around. We were in a room. Now that the act was over, I felt a little chilly. There were no windows for light, so I couldn't tell the time. Candles were lined up around the bed, illuminating us. From the amount of wax that had dripped, I could tell we had been connected for quite some time.

"What is going on?"

"Ngh… Do you not understand? This is the Art of the Bedchamber,"

Elisha answered.

"The cycle of life. The act of cultivating health through the union of man and woman? Weren't you not supposed to finish?"

In my old world, I'd thought it was just some dubious legend. But as a virgin with no experience, I'd also thought it was a dream-like technique that tantalized my innocent heart. She rocked her hips, and a wet squelch echoed as my seed mixed with her juices. Even though I had emptied a considerable amount inside her, my member remained hard. It still wanted to thrust into her and feel pleasure.

"Releasing your seed is not a problem. Please, release as much as you like inside of me. By connecting like this, we are circulating and heightening our mana,"

she explained. She traced a finger along my side. It was where the arrow had been. There was no scar; the wound was cleanly healed. That's when I remembered the fight in the Crystal Garden. To be here with Elisha like this, I must have been brought to the church. I recalled that after losing the Great Temple, they were staying at the church in the human-controlled district. It should be close to where we fought. I tried to sit up, but Elisha pushed me back down.

"Famu…"

"She is fine. She should be sleeping in another room. No, she may already be awake."

"You didn't do this kind of thing to her, did you?"

Elisha laughed at my question.

"The Art of the Bedchamber is not a church technique. It is my own personal art. I would only do such a thing with you, Lord Mash."

She moved her hips. A wave of pleasure spread through me, and I could feel my member regaining its vigor as if I hadn't finished at all.

"Do you always heal people like this, Elisha?"

"I told you, only with you, Lord Mash."

I'd heard her, but I was curious how she had learned this technique. Voicing that question, however, seemed inappropriate.

"I always had the impression that clergy members dedicated their bodies and souls to God. You know, men as virgins, women as maidens."

"In that case, both myself and Myra, who serves you, would be failures as clergy."

"…"

"Were you hoping for a virgin?"

The way she asked implied that she was not.

"Honestly, yes. But…"

I thought of Cecily and Aira. What could I say about them? The thought of it burned in my chest, but they were who they were, and that included their experiences with other men. That said, if they found other men at the magic academy, I would never forgive them.

"…What's done is done."

At my words, her expression soured for a moment, and then she forced a smile.

"My first was my father."

"Does that mean there have been others?"

"N-no! The only men who have held me are you and my father."

She denied it, a little flustered. She was the same age as Myra and had become an archbishop. My mind conjured images of influential city figures, bishops with voting rights, but it was probably best not to pry.

"Was he your real father? Are you blood-related? You don't mean 'daddy' as in a sugar daddy, right?"

"I don't quite understand the term 'sugar daddy,' but yes, he was my biological father,"

she murmured, looking uncomfortable.

"That's exciting! I'd love to try that someday!"

"What are you saying?!"

Her tone was sharp and angry for a moment, but then her expression softened. "You're just saying that to comfort me, aren't you…"

I thought that if a daughter like Elisha were shaking her breasts like that, even a parent would get ideas, but I kept my mouth shut.

I felt like I shouldn't sleep with a child I had with Famu, but for some reason, I felt it would be okay with a child I had with Mizuki. That was because I recently had a huge fight with Mizuki where she screamed, "I have a father complex!"

I wondered if a child of someone with a father complex would also have one.

I wasn't serious. It was just a thought. I had to remind myself of that. But why did so many people with father complexes keep showing up? It made me suspicious, but they were admitting things they didn't have to. Perhaps they were using the shock value of their words to protect some hidden truth.

"In the world I lived in, incest was taboo. Is it normal in this world?"

It felt wrong to ask Elisha, who looked so bitter, but I had no one else to ask.

"It is not normal. The church teaches that relations with parents or siblings are forbidden. In fact, it is said that this rule was introduced by a transferee. Since you seem to share the same values, Lord Mash, it must be true. However, I hear that among the nobility, it is common for them to engage in such acts to preserve their bloodline."

It seemed the medical reason of recessive genes becoming more prominent wasn't widely known in this world.

"Is that the case for you too, Elisha?"

"No, that's not it. My father did not hold me to produce a child."

The conversation was getting heavy. My member was still inside her, energetically insisting it could go again, but I was starting to feel guilty.

"Were you in love?"

"That's not it either. I hated my father. He said he was teaching me the Art of the Bedchamber, but I think I was just an outlet for his sexual frustration."

"…"

I was at a loss for words. I hesitated, unsure if I should move my hips and seek her again.

"But my father's teachings were correct. Night after night, he pinned me down, taught me about men, and made me realize I was a woman. And now, I am connected with the hero sent by Lady Laciel. Through the mana flowing through your body, I can feel your arousal."

"You realized you were a woman?"

"Yes. I know the joy of being connected with you like this, Lord Mash."

She seemed to be getting flushed again.

We switched positions. I laid Elisha down and got on top of her. A mixture of semen and love juices dripped from her vagina, trickling down to her other hole and onto the bed. I couldn't believe I had produced that much.

"Lord Mash, I actually made you release inside me about four times while you were asleep,"

she said, looking a little apologetic.

"R-really?"

The amount should decrease with repeated ejaculation. Even with the vitality potion Cecily made, I had never been able to produce this much. I didn't want to think that she had had sex with me while another man's sperm was still inside her, and my penis, erect to the point of bursting, didn't feel like it had just finished. I was as aroused as if I had abstained from masturbation or sex for days.

I pressed myself against her entrance. Elisha looked up, watching as we were about to connect. Unable to wait, she lowered her hips and moaned, trying to swallow me.

"Lord Mash, have you ever been conscious of the circulation of mana within your body?"

It was what Maryanne had taught me. I nodded.

"I will send my mana into you from the point where we are connected. After you let it circulate through your body, please return it to me. I will also refine mana within my body and pour it back into you. With that, we will create a cycle of mana."

"A cycle of mana… is that the Art of the Bedchamber?"

"Exactly. I was surprised when you mentioned the cycle of life earlier, Lord Mash. You see through everything, don't you…"

She gazed at me with enraptured eyes. Then she slowly closed them. I sucked on her lips as I guided my penis inside her. A warm, wet sensation enveloped me. At the same time, an indescribable pleasure washed over my body.

"Ah, ahh… Lord Mash…"

She writhed, and our kiss broke. I chased after her lips again. And I thrust my hips.

"Nnh, nnh, nnh, nnh!"

She writhed in time with my rhythm, and with each movement, pleasure welled up inside me. My body filled with a warm energy. I obsessively sought her lips, tracing them with my tongue, returning her arousal along with my saliva.

"L-Lord Mash…"

"What is it?"

"Let's reverse it. Please pour yourself from yours into me. I will return the favor with a kiss."

"…Was it unpleasant for you?"

"N-no, not at all. It's just that I want to be thrust into like that."

She nibbled on my earlobe. Then she traced a line of kisses along my cheek, drawing closer to my lips. Her teasing movements were unbearable, and I thrust my hips impatiently.

"Ahn!"

she cried out in a sweet, ripe voice. I thrust again and again just to hear that sound.

"Lord Mash. I want to travel with you, just like Myra."

She latched onto my lips. The tip of her tongue, rolled up and pointed, poked around inside my mouth. The incredibly sensual play of her tongue was melting my brain. I grabbed her breasts and thrust my hips in a frenzy. Mana coursed through my body again and again, flowing into her and returning from her. The cycle repeated, creating a loop of pleasure, and a strange sensation of becoming one with her began to bloom.

"Elisha…"

"Mash, come! Put all of you inside of me!"

I had already reached my limit. I thrust deep and poured my seed into her deepest part.

"I-I'm cuuummmmiiiing!"

It was hard to believe how many times I had already finished, as my member pulsed and ejected semen. She clung to me, her legs wrapped around me as if to accept everything.