Chapter 33: Corruption and Rebirth 2
A ray of light coming in through the gap in the closed window awakened his consciousness.
The next thing he felt was the touch of fingers lightly tugging at his earlobe and the sensation of a thin cloth gently rubbing his right ear hole.
"――――"
His left ear felt awfully clear.
His left cheek was pressed against the pillow and Christo's body was rolled onto his side.
His room, which he could see from the bed, was completely different from the previous night's mess, with garbage collected and the floor, which was supposed to be dirty with two people's bodily fluids, had been cleansed.
"Good morning."
Patricia's flat voice shook from above.
Rather than being flat, the tone of her voice sounded like she was concentrating on something.
When he moved his eyes, Patricia was looking into his right ear, wrapping a cloth around the end of a thin stick and picking at the ear hole.
She is wearing Christo's white shirt with all the front buttons unbuttoned.
Her sweet breath touched his cheek and whispered, "Please don't move for a little while longer".
"Good morning."
“For the second time, good morning. ......Yep, it's done. You can now move."
A cool, refreshing chemical is applied by a dexterously moving cloth.
As if the finishing touches had been completed, Patricia, who had been covering his head, stood up.
"Would you like some water?"
"Yeah."
He raised himself from the bed.
His slacks were undone and his upper body was naked.
Only a tie was wrapped around his neck.
Patricia just watched Christo drink from the water bottle the way a chick looks at its mother.
(The earlier ear cleaning was dangerous.)
Christo puts the bottle back on the bedside table.
(If Patricia had wanted to kill me, I could have been fatally wounded in my human form. That would have been a little troublesome.)
"Ah, where are you going?"
Christo stands up, and Patricia's panicked voice follows him.
Two nights ago, Christo had brought her in, and they had sex around until noon the next day, when they both passed out from physical exhaustion.
When Christo woke up, Patricia was moaning the name of her dead son, so he hugged her, wiped away her tears, and kept on soothing her, saying, "Don't worry, I'm here".
Then her attitude became what it is now.
"I have to go to the bathroom."
"Is that so."
"Are you okay?"
When Christo asked, Patricia's eyes widened a little, then she smiled sadly.
"Yes, I'm fine. I understand the reality. But please let me escape from reality for a little longer. Please."
"Any escape with you is always welcome."
With these words, he went to the bathroom.
When he got back after fetching water, Patricia was lying on the bed, sniffing the sleeve of her shirt.
Christo sits on the bed.
"Come to think of it, why am I shirtless?"
"I think it's because you took it off two nights ago."
"Then, where is it now?"
"...This shirt smells like Christo."
"No wonder. It's the shirt I was wearing."
"Hey, Christo."
The woman gently hugs him from behind.
The smell of a woman's sweet hair is present.
It is the smell of Patricia's own hair, not drowned out by perfume or soap.
His arms lean their weight toward the warm bed.
Corruption―― the word flashed through his mind.
White sunlight is streaming in through the wooden frame attached to the window.
From the outside world filled with light, into the dark and warm bed.
When his back easily landed on the bed, a lump of fat was pressed softly against his right shoulder.
The white, seductive woman's legs were raised to block out the sunlight and slowly fell to his lower body, entangling him like octopus tentacles.
Her white, smooth arms also wrapped around his neck, and her left ear and cheek were gently caressed.
"Nhh, fufu..."
The voice of a sixteen-year-old red-haired girl tickled his ears.
Even her breath was clearly penetrating his brain because of the ear cleaning.
The bed creaks and Patricia's body is on top of him.
She was wearing nothing but a white men's shirt, which was unbuttoned, so her soft skin was pressed against his entire body. The smell of a woman becomes more intense.
Patricia's fingertips, lined with neatly trimmed fingernails, peek out from the sleeves of her large, oversized shirt. Her fingertips brush against his ungrown beard.
From his point of view, he could see Patricia's frayed red hair, her beautiful face, and her large white breasts crushed into his chest. Her breasts had a deep cleavage that would be difficult for Melvina or Gwendolyn to create.
She opened her fleshy lips and extended her red tongue and began to lick his collarbone.
The slimy, warm tongue licked the line of his collarbone relentlessly.
Perhaps Patricia was sexually aroused, her cheeks were already flushed.
"I think I like to be on top of a man."
She smiles as she pulls her lips away from the collarbone.
Patricia stares at him with eyes moistened with s*xual desire.
"Nice. I don't mind being ridden either."
“A strange person. But I'm glad you and I are compatible."
He doesn't think he's that strange.
The only person who would be offended by a big-breasted beauty like her would be Count Netzel, who only likes small-breasted women.
"Hey Christo."
Patricia's well-shaped chin digs into his chest.
Her moist breath touched his chest.
Her round hips float up and a cool hand grips his penis.
"Ejaculate in my mouth or inside my vagina, please."
His penis was trapped between her thighs.
He could feel the smooth flesh of the woman.
The top half of the penis was tightly pressed against her soaking wet slit.
The girl's thick pubic hair was tangled around the penis, as if trying to keep it out of the sea of flesh.
"Ooh!"
"You mustn't let it out. It would be a waste."
"What you're saying and what you're doing are two different things."
"Eh? Fufufu, I can't hear you."
"Ooohh."
Her thighs rubbed against each other.
Occasionally her hips would rise and fall as she handled the penis up and down.
From the side, it looked as if Patricia was thrusting the penis into her.
While rubbing her thighs together to tease the penis, Patricia stroked his cheeks and ran her tongue over his collarbone, neck, and chin. A number of shallow, fine, gentle kisses were dropped, so as not to leave any marks.
"Nhh... kiss*... kiss*... it's Christo's fault... haa."
A red tongue crawled over the collarbone.
The lewd crack that adheres to the top of the penis has already become a mess.
“Since Christo licked my armpits, my propensity got warped.”
"Oooohh."
"If you ejaculate outside, you will be punished."
Even as she said this, the tightening of her thighs became even tighter.
They moved alternately as they rose from Patricia's calves down and blocked the sunlight.
It's the motion of lying face down on the bed and moving back and forth with a jerking motion.
The surface of the penis between her thighs was rubbed, making an obscene sound, partly because it was wet with her love juices.
Patricia's fingers, sticking out from the sleeves of her sloppy shirt, dug into his shoulders.
Pressed down, she took the protruding bone of his throat between her lips and licked and sucked on it.
"Guh! It's coming out!"
"Anh"
Spurt*, spuuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuurt*, spuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuuuuurt*!
Spurt*, spurt*! Spuuuuuuurt*!
"...Nhh. Mou."
Patricia's index finger poked his cheek.
"Hey. I told you not to let it out, right?"
“You were the one who prompted me to ejaculate, you know?”
"I don't remember. I was licking your neck and you let it out on your own.
"There's no way that's the case."
"I'm happy that you ejaculated due to my body. But I told you that if you let it out outside, you would be punished, so I will punish you."
As Patricia said that, she moved her upper body forward in the manner of a push-up―― covering his entire face with her ample bosom.
"Mugu..."
Buried in the natural sweet-smelling fatty flesh.
Patricia's arms moved, opening a gap where breathing was somehow possible.
He felt an erect nipple on his right cheek and lips.
On the other hand, the still-ejaculating penis was trapped between her ankles and feet.
"I am so dexterous with my toes that I can draw pictures with my feet. I once won a gold medal in a local competition."
"Oof."
"I still think about it. I still wonder what the other painters who were beaten by my feet would look like if they knew the truth."
"You are the worst."
"Calling me the worst, that's terrible. I'm going to give you a rub, just so that Christo will change his mind about your previous statement, and I happen to be a woman who likes cock-sama. Please let me know if it hurts."
"Ooh!"
He was terrified of having his testicles rubbed by someone else's feet, but Patricia's foot movements were gentler and more dexterous than he had imagined.
She pinched the testicles from both sides and lifted them up with her toes. Just the movement of her toes was enough to weaken his body and make him less inclined to resist. Patricia let out a small exhale of pleasure as she suckled on the nipple that was being offered before her, but she quickly recovered and gently stroked the head, ears, and jaw line. The northern nuns also gave him a nursing hand job, but not a nursing foot job. Or rather, it is correct to say that none of them could do it due to physical reasons such as muscle strength and flexibility of the body.
Probably, there are only a few people in this country, besides Christo, who can get a nipple-licking foot-job from a beautiful 16-year-old girl.
Even though she was not playing with his penis, the mere rubbing of his balls was enough to make his penis erect and he was already ready to ejaculate.
"Nhh, does it, hurt?"
"Yeah."
“I'm a little nervous because it happens to be chilly. But your cock is very hot...... it is amazing. It just let out so much, but it's still standing so majestically."
The first joint of the thumb of the foot is bent and crawls along the back of the erected penis.
The pressure was applied to squeeze the semen out, and his hips involuntarily extend.
He rolled Patricia's erect nipple with his tongue, and he, who had buried his cheek in her hair above his head, let out a hot exhale.
"Does my breasts taste delicious?"
"Yes."
“Fufu, good boy. I'll make your cock feel good, too."
"Ooh!"
The semen-soaked penis was rubbed wetly on the backs of her legs.
At first, Patricia was trying to handle it between her toes, but she couldn't because the penis was too thick. However, she was exquisite in her application of force, using the joints of her toes to provide sharp stimulation, and rubbing the meaty trunk as if she were applying finger pressure with the backs of her feet.
He could feel Patricia's abdominal muscles, lower back, and other supporting muscles being strong.
It was a feat she was able to do because of her strong torso and excellent sense of balance.
His testicles were also being squeezed with the back of her other leg, and in no time at all, he felt the boiling white fluid spurting out of the tip.
Spuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuurt*! Spuuuuuuurt*!
Spurt*, spuuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuurt*! Spurt*! Spurt*!
"……Hot……"
Patricia, who was holding down his head, muttered in an ecstatic tone.
She looked at her own soggy feet and then kissed Christo, who licked and sucked her breasts.
"You let it out outside again."
"Yep."
"It's a waste, so I'm going to put it inside now."
"Okay."
Patricia sat up.
Her sweaty red hair hangs over her shoulders and chest.
Perhaps annoyed by the hair, she moved her white arm and brushed it back.
In the midst of the white ray of sunlight, her gorgeous hair shone like crimson jewels.
"So much wasted semen..."
The shoulders of the girl in the sloppy shirt rolled up, scooping up the reddish-black penis that was spewing semen and squirming.
Patricia was sitting on Christo's lap with her thighs closed, but her green eyes turned invitingly, and she slowly opened her beautiful legs, aware of his gaze.
"Ooh."
"You have a very muscular and very tasty-looking cock. I'm going to take it."
"Ooohh."
"Aーnh."
Patricia's secret cleft is a beautiful peach color, different from the one before her rebirth. The girl's own fingers split open the cleft, which looks dirtier and lustier than Melvina's, perhaps because of the pubic hair. He had the illusion that the air leaking from her secret hole was touching the penis that was placed in front of it.
Patricia looked down at him with a lustful expression.
Her pouty lips are half open and her red tongue is crawling.
She pushes his penis forward and at the same time, she lifts her hips a little―― swallowing the penis at once.
"Nnnhh" "Guh!"
"Nh, amazing... It's strong, rugged, and hot like a hot iron rod. I'm going to fall in love with your cock... Nhh."
Patricia's butt touched his crotch and weighed down.
She adjusts the weight with the strength of her legs and torso, so he doesn't feel any pain.
It is tremendously exciting to be confronted with an obscene slit of flesh deeply sucking a penis in front of him.
Patricia's lower body was straining and her vagina twitched.
A movement to milk the semen out of the urethra.
Her folds shuddered inside, and he jerked involuntarily.
"Cristo"
Patricia leans over.
His head is held from both sides and his lips are sealed with her lips.
Her mouth, which was only moistened with water, smelled of Patricia's thick scent.
He tasted and smelled every inch of her body.
It seems that Patricia is being developed, and he was also being developed.
The smell of her saliva and the feel of her tongue reflexively make the penis erect to the maximum.
"Nhh, that's amazing... I can't believe it's still growing inside."
"Patricia."
"Eh? Hya."
He hugged her shoulders and swapped positions.
She said she preferred to be on top of a man, so he thought he would just let her do whatever she wanted, but alas, he couldn't hold back. Patricia, who was lying on her back on the bed and being covered from above, looked surprised, and then―― after making a complete bitchy face, she tangled her legs around his hips.
"U-um..."
"I will move. Okay?"
"Yes. But, um. I have one request."
"What is it?"
Patricia puts her hands under his armpits and squeezes him, putting her arms across his back and over his shoulders. Then she put her nose to his chest and sniffed it.
“Please hug me tight. I want you to fuck me that I will break, that I will forget everything."
"――――"
His vision is tinged with sexual desire.
He hugs her shoulder and holds her head with his other arm.
He sucks roughly on her pursed lips and starts thrusting his hips into her.
"Nh, nhh, nfu, nhh, nhh, nnh, nhhhh."
Thump*, thump*, thump*, thump*――――.
Occasionally, Patricia's love juices and squirts overflow, making vulgar sounds.
The room begins to fill with the smell of her lewd fluids, which is sweet yet soothing.
Patricia was voluntarily twisting her tongue and straining her legs to assist him in his movements.
He thrusts in and out again and again, pulling the penis out again and again.
Patricia's shoulders shudder as he pulls it out.
She seemed to be repeating light climaxes over and over again.
At first, she climaxed only externally, but gradually she began to climax only with vaginal stimulation.
A large amount of sweat erupts from her body, soaking his body and the futon.
Christo suddenly stopped moving his hips.
He reached for the water bottle on the desk by the bedside.
"Ahh. Don't stop. Please do more."
Patricia clearly begged.
The red-haired beauty, who looked so graceful, innocent and lovely, was begging for it.
He took a mouthful of water and poured it into the slutty girl's mouth.
Patricia obediently drank it down.
While drinking, the honey overflowed from the secret hole, and she was shaking my legs and climaxing.
"Cough*, cough*, cough*…… move, please. Cock-sama, please. I want you."
"Kuh, what a lewd girl. You need to be punished!"
"Nah, ahh, ah, anh, ah, ah, ah, aaahh."
Patricia shakes her head from side to side.
The feeling of her hair rubbing against the palm of the hand holding the back of her head continued.
"Amazing, ah, ah, ah―― ahh. It feels good, it feels good."
She screamed like a madman.
The "Muma's Cradle" is surrounded by a barrier, so her charming voice would not leak outside.
“Nahh! T-theree. The back of the clitoris. More, rub it more."
"Like this?"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aaahhh."
Patricia's back arches.
The fingers that are hugging his shoulders are tightening, and her nails are digging into them.
Her legs that were wrapped around his waist tightened tightly.
"Guh, it's coming out"
"Anh!"
Her muffled voice echoed.
Instead, the inside of its mouth, which had taken the penis up to the base, began to move with a violent peristaltic motion. It was the movement of a succubus's vagina, as if she were licking and sucking the penis.
Patricia's red tongue comes out and licks his collarbone and pectoral muscles.
The movement heightens his arousal.
Spuuuuuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuuurt*, spurrrrrrrrrt*
Spuuuuuuuuuurt*, spuuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuuurt*! Spuuuuuuuuurt*!
"Nhh, nhh, nhh."
Patricia was grinding her hips as she continued the peristaltic movements of her vagina.
It was as if she was sucking all the semen that was being excreted from his testicles.
As he lays on top of her, breathing heavily, Patricia, who was licking his collarbone, whispered to him, "Hey".
"What is it?"
"Kiss."
"Alright."
"Nhh……"
Their lips met.
Patricia's kisses were fiery.
His lower body still clamped down, and her mouth caught his tongue and handled it with her lips, scraping saliva from the surface of his mouth.
"Ufufu. Your taste has been memorized."
"That's a nasty way of saying it."
"Can I have some water?"
"Water bottle, water bottle."
"Wait."
Patricia traces her lips with her finger and makes a flirtatious expression.
The men at the Holy Sword Academy―― and even Setanta had never seen her debauched face before.
"I wish you'd let me drink it by mouth."
"It can't be helped."
"Nahh."
Patricia stuck the fingers of both hands into her mouth and spread them out to the left and right.
As expected, her beauty was distorted and looked funny―― not. She was just plain cute.
When he poured water into her mouth, Patricia contracted her vagina in ecstasy.
This woman might be quite a pervert after all――.
"Ah. Just now, did you think I was a pervert?"
"I did. When I first met you, I thought you were a modest, innocent, and pretty young lady."
"Do you not like naughty, perverted women?"
"There's no such thing as a woman I don't like. Some men may be turned off by a certain degree of perversity, but I can usually accept it."
"You're a pervert too."
"Well yeah."
"Good. I think you and I will be together for a long time."
Patricia smiled and pulled Christo down on the bed, then climbed on top of him again and rained kisses down on him.
× × ×
In the end, he spent the rest of the evening having sex with Patricia, eating portable food when they were hungry, and cuddling and sleeping when they were tired.
S*x.
Eating.
Sleeping.
S*x again when they woke up.
They were like beasts in heat.
However, if a young and healthy female like Patricia is next to him, it would be crazy not to become a beast in heat.
The goal of comforting the heartbroken girl with s*xual pleasure had become a mere pretext halfway through.
"S*x was such a fun and pleasurable experience."
Patricia, curled up in a small ball in Christo's lap, who is sitting on the bed against the wall, muttered.
The window is open.
While gazing at the twilight sky together, slowly immerse themselves in the fatigue of s*xual satisfaction that has finally arrived.
Christo's hand was between Patricia's legs.
He is gently stroking her secret part that has been overworked for the past two days.
It is not a way of touching that evokes s*xual pleasure, but a caress that rubs and massages the entire lower abdomen where pubic hair grows.
Patricia also occasionally narrowed her eyes in pleasure.
"We can have [meals] whenever we want. I welcome s*xual acts other than [meals]."
"Me too. I enjoy doing things with you very much. It's fun, it's cruel, and it feels so good. It makes me forget about everything...... I am a heartless person."
"It's a survival instinct that all living things have. If you think about the death of others, you will be drawn to death. Without considering their own limitations, they repeatedly do reckless things, and one day they will join the ranks of the dead. You, as a living being, are mentally superior."
“Christo, no matter what I say, you will interpret it in a good way. No wonder Mel is so smitten with you."
"Are you in love with me too?"
"If it weren't for Mel, I would have liked you to come to the Lowell family. It's a flaw that you're a demon, but I don't think there's a better warrior than you."
“Lowell family, huh?”
Christo kissed Patricia's hair.
Then Patricia also kisses his cheek.
"Setanta will not survive. What are you going to do after he dies? Are you going back to the Lowell family?"
"In the first place, I am supposed to be dead. Before I can go back, I need to walk down the street in broad daylight, you know?"
"No, if you want, I'll take care of that. Continuing to be the wife of the hero family...it may be difficult, but if you just want to continue your academy life as Patricia Lowell, I can make arrangements for you to do so.”
"Really? But that would mean that I would appear in front of the king, lords, and bishops when I had unexpectedly returned alive, you know? My body is now a demon. I spit the seed of the holy sword and cannot use the holy arts. If I were to be physically examined, I would likely be placed on probation."
"I can make sure that doesn't happen. You have more allies than you think."
"I-is that so..."
"What are you going to do?"
Christo asked. Patricia thought for a few seconds and shook her head.
"Please give me a little more time. I don't have the courage to make a quick decision. I feel that if I go back, it will only cause pain for my father and mother. I cannot continue my marriage with Setanta, as I cannot use the holy arts, and in the worst case scenario, before he dies, I may be subjected to a trial for s*xual impotence in front of the nobles. That is something I would like to avoid."
Marriage is a sacred contract between a man and a woman for the purpose of procreation.
A male-female pair is chosen by the holy tree, and the holy tree permits the pair to procreate.
Basically, the only way to dissolve the marriage is for the other person to die.
Divorce is not permitted.
In principle, any act that goes against the selection of the holy tree is not allowed.
However, there are often cases where this is not the case.
For example, when the wife of the hero is s*xually impotent and cannot bear a child.
In such cases, a "religious trial" is required, in which the male-female pair selected by the holy tree is said to have been mistaken.
This is the trial for s*xual impotence.
While many nobles were watching, a tent was drawn on the altar and the couple who wanted to divorce entered behind it, and after a few minutes, the archbishop, peering behind the tent, shouted. “This man and woman cannot procreate! The Holy Tree wrongly selected! Therefore, the marriage is dissolved!".
"It is a disgrace, you know. Even if Setanta is a well-known fact, if I make such a farce, I'll be easy prey for newspaper reporters."
"Yes... It will be a nuisance to your father, mother, and the surviving vassals of the hero house."
“Setanta will soon cease to be the hero. Then there would be no point in bothering to dissolve the marriage with him. The s*xual impotence trial is a shameful thing, and I think it is better to leave the marriage until he becomes a holy tree and dies."
"A devil talking about human feelings... it's the end of the world."
"You're a devil, too."
"I am."
Patricia chuckled in Christo's arms.
She had looked like a broken doll when he brought her here, but it was good to see her smiling more often like this.
"What are you going to do about Melvina?"
"I want to reveal to her that I'm back. She was crying terribly, right? Protecting that child's smile is one of the few motivations I have left to live. If I may be so extravagant, I would like to stay by her side and watch over her."
"I understand."
“She says she will leave after she graduates from the academy because she will be a nuisance to the hero family. She says she's going to be an adventurer or something......"
“If Melvina really wants to be an adventurer, I will help her, but basically I don't want her to be an adventurer.”
"Building a country, right? I see. So you want to build a country so that you can live a life without any inconvenience, and so that she won't have to suffer in the future."
"I'm going to need your help to build a country―― Instead of staying cooped up and having s*x all the time, it would be good to get out and do some work. The sun will be setting soon, and with a hood over your head, you won't be recognized."
"Is this my first assignment? Well, it's better for my mental health to do proper work than to do nothing. Please tell me whatever you want, Christo."
Christo nodded and took her off his lap, got off the bed, and rummaged through the suitcase.
"Here is the contract. As long as I hire you, I will pay you well, and I'm going to give you the same benefits as the merchants in the royal capital."
"I-it's long... And the handwriting is small. It seems to describe your character."
"Please sign it if you're okay with it. As it says there, I will try not to let you commit massacres of civilians on the human side. On the other hand, can you kill civilians on the demon side?"
"Yeah... I have burned lower-class dragon race settlements and elf settlements several times in operations. I can do it if it's from order. But, yes. I used to despise them as they are different, but when I changed, I am just the worst kind of mass murderer.”
"Oi, oi, I'm not going to get into a debate with you about what justice is."
“I know. I'm still part of the military."
Patricia quickly checked the contents of the contract, received a pen from Christo, and signed it. Her signature was in the name of Patricia Lowell, not Patricia Lou.
"Well then, for now, can you wear Melvina's clothes for the rest of the day? I'll get you some clothes tomorrow."
“That child's clothes... I wonder if it will fit in."
"Melvina is not without breasts. It may be a little tight, but if you loosen the strings around the chest part, it will be fine. It would make you look a little sloppy."
"I'll have to make sure I don't break it on a mission."
"I don't think we'd be moving around so violently if there wasn't any incident. ――We'll meet downstairs in 30 minutes."
"I understand."
Patricia nodded and jumped off the bed.
It seemed as though she was about to leave Christo's room, but before she did so, she kissed Christo on the lips. The gesture was very similar to Gwendolyn's.
"Again... if I can't stand it anymore, please take care of me."
"Yeah."
“It’s a secret from Mel.”
Patricia's green eyes seemed to glow mysteriously as she whispered in the twilight.
She felt guilty for betraying her sister-in-law.
However, after having been with her for a long time, it is fading away.
Instead, her expression showed an exaltation caused by a sense of immorality.
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