Chapter 0
Prologue
“Saint, I did well today, didn’t I?”
Before she could even voice her protest, her mouth was silenced. He had licked the nape of her neck like a beast, and now he pressed his lips against her ear and whispered.
“W-Wait…, ah….”
“Praise me. Tell me I did well.”
“Y-You did well… So….”
“Stroke my hair, too.”
What was so difficult about that? If it meant calming him down, Leshia was willing to do anything.
Leshia hurriedly stroked Tiherit’s hair. She even threaded her fingers deep into his soft hair, rubbing it gently in her palm. A low moan began to escape Tiherit.
Had she touched one of his wounds by mistake? But what he did next proved that his wounds were the last thing on his mind right now.
“I think I could come just like this.”
“…Huh?”
“Because I like the sound of the Saint’s voice so much…”
Tiherit looked slightly drunk. His eyes were even half-lidded as he caught his saliva-moistened lower lip between his teeth, then began subtly rubbing his hips against hers.
What he wanted was painfully obvious. Even the place he pressed against with his hard length was so uncannily precise that it was almost unbelievable.
“Mm, ah…!”
As though he had eyes down there, he kept pressing insistently between her thighs.
The unfamiliar sensation made her lips part on their own, and her body trembled uncontrollably. When he began moving his hips faster, even her breathing grew ragged.
This was getting out of hand. She had to make him stop somehow.
“Wait…. That….”
“…Saint, I want to do it. Just like in the Scriptures…. Hmm?”
“No, that’s all…. Mmph!”
She had almost blurted out that the Scriptures were all fake.
But that disaster never came to pass. Before she could get the words out, Tiherit had swallowed her lips in a kiss.
Tilting his head slightly as he leaned in, he enveloped Leshia’s lips with his warm, soft ones. He lingered there, savoring the sensation, then lightly sucked on her lips before turning his head the other way and pushing his tongue deep inside.
At that moment, Leshia spread her fingers wide where they had been clutching Tiherit. She no longer had the presence of mind to process what she was feeling.
It was her first kiss.
And at the same time, every nerve in her body seemed to shut down.
In contrast, her lips and tongue became more sensitive than ever, her senses surpassing even her usual concentration by far.
She felt every single movement of his soft tongue. The searing heat, the slick saliva, the wet sounds, even the soft moans of pleasure — she felt all of it.
The absurd part was that she didn’t mind any of it.
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