The Pious Priest's Sinful Collection - Chapter 30 🔞
Theodore stepped up to the window and opened it, letting in the fresh air. The fluid grace of his movements betrayed a familiarity. This wasn’t the first time he’d done such cleanup.
Daphne clicked her tongue in disbelief at the space, now so pristine it was as if the heat from earlier had never existed.
‘He’s capable of that and yet when I’m the one begging for more, he pulls away?’
He touches, yes, but never goes further. No penetration.
Like some kind of twisted charade, all tease and no resolution.
‘He keeps lighting the match but never lets it burn down. I’m the one left smoldering to ash.’
His restraint made no sense to her. Dangling temptation just out of reach, again and again — it was no different from the predators she’d known on the street. The ones who promised food if she ran their errands, always taking advantage of her quick hands.
At first, they kept their word. A moldy roll here, a half-eaten skewer there.
But once she knew what even scraps could taste like, they gave less and less. And she, too afraid of losing even that, stayed quiet.
Until the day she didn’t.
She’d snapped — lunged like a cornered animal, biting and clawing until she left one of them half-deaf, his ear hanging in tatters.
That same fire was now simmering low in her gut — hot, slow, ready to explode.
‘He accuses me of being cursed by the devil, and yet he pleasures himself just as wantonly…’
She hadn’t even been able to bring herself to a penetrative climax ever since he had taken away her darling. And that was just the beginning. Because of him, her body was now unable to reach climax just from her fingers. It had learned more exhilarating pleasures and had forgotten how to be satisfied with less.
‘Am I supposed to be the only one left aching like this forever?’
She didn’t want that.
How much longer was she supposed to stay in this perpetual state of “wait,” with such an impressive thing right in front of her?
‘…Like hell I will.’
She couldn’t take it anymore. Daphne clenched her fists tightly. When she turned around, the hallway before her was empty.
Now that she thought about it, it was always like this. Every time she came here, the hallway was eerily quiet, as if the master of the place had deliberately ensured that no one else would come through.
Only after she entered the office and began her liturgy studies did she begin to hear a little bit of noise.
“…”
So, if he wouldn’t cross the line, wasn’t it just a matter of her crossing it instead?
Tormented day and night by unrelieved arousal for days on end, Daphne failed to notice that her thoughts had taken a turn for the irrational.
‘If I push him down, doesn’t that solve it?’
Yes. That’s it. That’ll do!
Having made up her mind, Daphne burst into Theodore’s office without hesitation.
“…?!”
His golden eyes widened in an instant. She couldn’t tell if it was because he was startled by what he had just done, or because she had barged in late. But one thing was certain — seeing the look of surprise on his face gave Daphne the smallest, faintest sense of satisfaction.
Clack.
She wedged the back of a chair under the doorknob to keep anyone from entering, then reached behind her to begin unfastening the buttons of her blouse.
“…What are you doing…!”
Theodore noticed that she was trying to take off her clothes and approached her quickly in surprise.
The priestess’s habit was a one-piece dress that could be lifted and lowered by the skirt, but to reveal the upper body, the entire garment had to be taken off, so it took time to put it back on.
That’s why he had only been lifting up her skirt all this time…
Theodore reached out to stop her, but Daphne was much quicker. She had already succeeded in undoing the buttons and opened the priestess’s habit to reveal her bare chest.
Her large brxxsts spilled out of her underwear before Theodore’s eyes.
“…!”
Every ounce of fat on her body went to her brxxsts, and they greeted him greedily. The moment her pure white brxxsts, shining milky white, showed off their pink nxxples, Theodore felt a tingling sensation down there again, even after the generous ministrations he administered upon himself earlier.
