ALL NOVEL Chapter 88
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〈 Episode 88 〉 The Wedding That Won’t Be Blessed (4)
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Just when all the air in my mouth was about to expire, the Saintess finally lifted her lips from mine.
”Phew, puh····! B-bleh! W-wait! Mmph! Oof! Ugh!”
But it didn’t take long for me to realize that this was merely a brief reprieve.
The Saintess’s tongue soon sneakily pushed into my mouth, stirring up my consciousness that had just begun to settle.
”Huff! Mmph, phew! Mmph!”
It felt like a thick jelly, soaked in rich honey, was busily bouncing around my mouth.
I strained to move my body, desperately trying to escape this delightful trap, but…
With her hand gripping the back of my hair and her palm brushing my forehead, the Saintess twisted her tongue as if my feeble resistance was nothing but a joke.
”Mmm! Huh!”
”Phew! Huh?”
Like a parent scolding a child, the Saintess suddenly chastised me.
The roles had completely flipped in this absurd situation.
Even though I had the perfect opportunity to stop her, I couldn’t muster a single protest—my brain froze as I couldn’t fully accept this bizarre turn of events.
Clack! Clang!
Even in this hazy awareness that felt like thick fog, the strange sensations from my joints were alarmingly clear.
Both arms suspended in the air. My knees kneeling on the floor.
Like someone had sewn me up, the semi-transparent chains entangled around my body didn’t allow me a shred of freedom.
Even a slight tilt of my neck made me feel as if I was drying up inside.
A doll in a child’s playing house, controlled entirely by a tiny hand.
No words could capture my current state more perfectly.
”Ugh!”
Just then.
The Saintess gently lifted my chin with her index finger, locking eyes with me and gazing deeply into my eyes.
For a moment, I thought time had stopped.
But the drool dripping from my mouth like the sand in an hourglass reminded me that time was indeed passing in this dreamlike space, and that illusion quickly faded.
Still, I wished it could stop.
From the depths of my heart, I desperately wished and wished.
The Saintess’s Rubellite-colored eyes filled my field of vision.
The emotions shimmering in her mysterious gaze warned me that this was only the beginning.
”Hah····. Hah····. S-saintess. Please stop····.”
”Welna.”
”S-saint····.”
”Welna.”
”W-welna····. P-please stop····!”
I tried to push the Saintess away with as much firmness as I could muster, but the whiny sound escaping my lips was far more pitiful than a dying sheep.
”Can’t you hear me!? Welna! Right now····! Hah····! W-wait!”
”····”
All the strength left in my body exhausted, even my shout ended up as a feeble whine. My options were limited.
There was no other choice.
At this point, I had to use my last resort.
Despite the mysterious chains embedded in my muscles preventing me from moving even a finger, my mouth was, for some reason, relatively free compared to the rest of my body.
Self-harm.
The Saintess is terrified of my body getting hurt, even if she’s unaware of other dangers.
If I bite my tongue hard enough to draw blood right then and there, it would surely dampen her unexpected rampage.
It was a card I never used due to her emotional tendencies to worry about safety, but with her purity possibly on the line, it was no time to hold back.
Fortunately, contrary to common beliefs, humans don’t die from biting their tongues.
I knew this because I had tried it once before.
The blood gushing down my chin would pool, and the pain from my tongue would be considerable, but that kind of wound would heal later with a prayer.
But.
”No way.”
”Ugh!”
My attempt was swiftly thwarted by the Saintess’s finger rushing into my mouth like an arrow.
”Heheh♪”
”W-wait, Saintess····?”
With her index finger pushing gently against my lower teeth, the Saintess smiled cheerfully, surrounded by an ambiance so sinister that I couldn’t adequately describe it with my limited vocabulary.
Fingers are supposedly one of the weakest and dullest parts of the human body, if not considering the eyes.
On the other hand, a human’s bite force is about 70 kg. If it sinks into bone, even a fragile finger would be easy prey.
If just a tiny bit of timing had miscalculated, her finger could have ended up in two pieces, yet the Saintess casually messed with my teeth like a pianist playing a melody.
Eventually, she spoke to me.
”Onii-chan. Welna is not a child.”
”····!”
Chills shot through my body, and a realization struck me like a needle.
This was a trap. A meticulously laid trap to evaluate whether I had any intent to rebel against her.
”Then let’s go again····.”
”W-wait! Wait! Not now! People! People are watching! Huh?”
The excuse that popped into my head, rushed out in earnest, turned out to be quite decent.
We had a firm promise never to engage in any skinship in front of others.
So this narrow church, filled with guests celebrating the union of couples, was definitely not a suitable place for sharing affection.
”It’s fine.”
”What do you mean, fine····? Ugh····.”
With a nonchalant phrase and a gesture pointing somewhere, a chill that felt like ice ran through me unexpectedly.
All the guests who had been lively just moments ago, were now turning toward us, smiling brightly, and covering their eyes with both hands.
If I hadn’t seen them moving just a moment ago, I would have thought someone had set up mannequins in this secluded church.
”What the heck is th—Mmph! Hah! Ugh!”
My attempt to gasp out in shock was once again silenced.
Because of the Saintess’s posture gripping my face tightly, my retreat within my mouth was also sealed off.
I wrung out the last drops of life left in me, but the Saintess treated my feeble resistance like part of the entertainment, briefly laughing as she slid her tongue back into my mouth.
Gulp. Gulp.
Thick saliva, incomparable to any honey, slipped down my throat with sinister sounds.
That was when I started to notice.
The fiery spark of rebellion inside me was dousing in that fragrant droplet, gradually fading away.
”Phew····.”
”Hah····. Ugh! Aah····. H-hah····.”
Even a moment’s break for the Saintess to catch her breath kept my body closely pressed against her, preventing any rest for my mind or body.
Was there really a way to escape this quagmire of pleasure?
No, come to think of it, why did I want to escape from this supreme bliss?
I found it a relief that my entire body was restrained.
If I were granted freedom of movement now, who knows what I might do to the Saintess, driven by the primal lust that was half-consuming me.
It felt like my mind was gradually breaking under this unbearable pressure, akin to a crushed can, overwhelmed by pleasure and joy that felt otherworldly.
”Let me go?”
”Hah, hah····. Huh?”
Perched on my legs, the Saintess wrapped her arms around my neck, whispering sweetly into my ear.
”From now on, if you promise to say ‘Welna’ for the rest of your life, I’ll let you go.”
”F-forever····.”
In a state where I was completely engulfed by an unmanageable pleasure, grasping the meaning behind her words felt almost impossible.
”From now on, just talk to me as ‘Welna,’ just hug me as ‘Welna,’ and just say you want to snuggle as ‘Welna,’ and I’ll let you go.”
With expectant eyes sparkling, the Saintess clutched the ring box she had taken from me.
The fact that there was an end to this exquisite hell felt profoundly moving and simply heartwarming.
But.
”Say it.”
Why, I wonder.
With just a single word, I could gain my freedom, yet my foolish lips remained stubbornly motionless.
”Say it.”
Even though that coarse voice rung in my soul, demanding my choice, my lips felt as heavy as a ton, refusing to part.
I didn’t even know what the source of this resolute feeling was.
Perhaps it was just a vague sense of duty that as a respectable person, I shouldn’t condone the Saintess’s misguided choice.
So I sank my teeth hard into my lower lip, bowing my head to express my strong rejection.
”····”
That moment was the last time my consciousness maintained even a flicker of clarity.
”Priest─!”
Before the Hero’s urgent voice called out to me, my consciousness was completely drowned in that sweet, sticky quicksand.
An enchanting yet dizzying, exhilarating yet terrifying pit.
If the Hero’s bright voice hadn’t pulled me out from that place, what would have happened?
Just thinking about it made my heart chill, reminding me of just how deep and vast that pit truly was.
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