3 – Holy Lady. You shouldn’t do this. (2)

Bird Kiss.

A fresh kiss where the lips are lightly brought together, like little birds chirping their beaks.

I don’t know who came up with it, but I thought it was a very well-made name.

The sight of her pecking at my skin with her pale pink lips like ripe cherries was just like a newborn bird.

However, it is not a cute parrot, but a crow that eats dead bodies. At least that’s how it looked to me at this moment.

”My Lord. I’m your finger Just young…”

”side.”

”Everyone, under your authority… will bring rest to all on earth…”

”side.”

”That glory, ugh, everyone…!”

”side.”

”Dedicated to you···· Küu, saintess! Hold still for a moment!”

”side.”

Going crazy.

Every time I tried to recite a prayer of healing, the echo of a strange waveform that seemed to interrupt it constantly disturbed my self-consciousness.

A clumsy kiss that is mysteriously sensual yet has a pathetic feeling that tickles the back.

I was embracing a decadent beauty that seemed out of this world, to the point where I wondered if every move was a trick of God to completely melt away my pathetic rationality.

The silky white hair had not lost a single handful of its original brilliance, even though it was carelessly tousled over my body.

The mysterious weight pressing down on my thighs was constantly awakening the senses of my body that I had been trying to scatter while stimulating my inner thoughts.

An ecstatic feeling of floating, as if someone was forcibly digging up the veins of sexual desire buried deep in my thoughts.

It was an ordeal of fascination that he would never have endured had he not been trained to suppress his emotions during his training as a priest.

”Holy Lady!”

I hurriedly got up to get rid of the disturbing thoughts in my head.

Then, like a child caught secretly eating cookies by her parents, the image of the saintess quickly hiding her red hands stained with terrible scars behind her back and looking at me came into my field of vision.

that rude attitude. I knew very well what the disgruntled look meant.

That is, the expression of the will of death, ‘If you do not lower your body altitude so that I can kiss you, I will not let you heal this hand’.

I will welcome you. really.

”Lady. Didn’t we make a promise! Except for the lips, anywhere on my body you kiss will not matter this time, so please cooperate with me in treating my hands in the meantime.”

”····”

”But isn’t it the case that you don’t even give me a chance to finish reading the prayer, and keep sticking your lips like that! Even more so, from a while ago, until he secretly twisted the angle toward my lips… If you keep doing that, you won’t be able to concentrate on prayer. What will you do if you continue to delay the treatment time and lose an indelible scar on your hands…!”

”····”

The mental strength to lift the floor had already dried up due to the unfamiliar roar.

Cheer.

Suddenly, Soji felt cold.

What if the fact that a scar was engraved on the noble saint’s body leaked out?

It was clear that the level of punishment to befall me would be something abyss beyond my modest imagination.

Therefore, it was necessary to heal the scars on the saintess’ hand as soon as possible, and to completely destroy all other evidence left here.

I didn’t do anything, but even if the saintess did self-injury, there was no way other believers would believe it straight away.

No, even if they believed me, all the believers would try to tear me limb from limb for the crime of aiding and abetting the saintess’ self-harm, so nothing would change in the end.

”I’m going to do it…”

”ha····.”

I don’t know if you know my anxious feelings like this.

Looking at the saintess who rushes at me like a bulldozer and only tries to satisfy my greed, I suddenly think of the nightmare-like words that used to haunt me in my childhood along with a wave of annoyance.

Oppa, are you meeting me for this?

Yeah, it must have felt like this.

When I was in my previous life, it was a good thing that I came to understand even a little bit that it was a woman’s mind that I couldn’t even fathom the decision of a piece.

The current situation, which could be considered the source of this thought, had not changed, so it was not much comfort.

Or more than that, I couldn’t understand why she was so obsessed with something as trivial as my lips.

It had been a rare occurrence for the saintess to be absurdly obstinate, but in normal cases it was sorted out within the compromise line I had drawn.

The figure of the saintess stubbornly expressing her will to this extent was a new side of her that had never been seen before.

Could it be that they have awakened to the tree frog instinct peculiar to children who want to do more than they say they cannot become adults?

Please, please bear with that.

”····Saintess. That’s all you need to do… Give me your hand quickly…”

”I will… I’m going to do it…”

As if frightened by my resolute attitude, the saintess hesitated and stepped back.

Even in the midst of that, there seemed to be no intention to break his stubbornness.

Anyone who sees it will think I’m trying to steal her valuables.

It’s me who is exploiting the precious breakfast time.

oh shit After all, this morning’s breakfast should be made with one potato.

I’m happy to live, I’m going crazy very just

Tick tock. Unlike my fluctuating heartbeat, I turned my gaze toward the wristwatch that still sang in a regular melody.

9:30. The breakfast hour had ended in the old evening, and there was no point in delaying it any longer.

I can’t help it. In this case, we have to use the last resort.

”Welna. You promised your brother.”

”····!”

In a normal case, the guardian priest who should protect the safety and authority of the saintess even at the risk of her life speaks inappropriately to her, much less pretending to be a family member by calling herself ‘brother’ in a vulgar way.

Even if he was immediately stripped of his title and beheaded, he would not be able to question anything, even though the nature of the crime would amount to a serious crime of disrespect.

For me, the title ‘oppa’ has enough merits to be willing to endure the aforementioned demerits.

It was a so-called magic word.

”A promise is something that must be kept unless there are unavoidable circumstances. Because Wellna did what she wanted to do. This time, well, I have to do what oppa wants to do. My brother wants Welna to calmly accept the treatment of the hand.”

”Ahh····.”

”My brother doesn’t keep his promises, I hate me.”

”Ahhh····! Ahhh!”

For the first time, she expressed her feelings of agitation at my words and actions.

That meant that the words I uttered as ‘brother’ were that much for her.

Her pitiful behavior, as if she was constantly looking at me while glancing at her injured hand and at my face, stimulated my desire for protection.

The negative ions from the irritation that blew away precious breakfast time lightly exceeded the amount of emotion.

Swoop.

”····great.”

It will be like that sooner or later.

There was no sign of being somewhat ashamed, but at last the saintess calmly extended her injured hand to me.

After that, everything went smoothly.

He offered prayers and performed healings. No sabotage came in this time.

The saintess’s wounds had healed neatly, and the traces of blood that had been scattered around had been neatly cleaned up, so it would be safe to say that the wounds were finished without any complications.

Someone might say something like this to me.

If I had just used my brother’s chance from the beginning, everything would have gone smoothly.

It is a reasonable suspicion. In fact, my opinion is not very different.

but.

Asking a girl of this age, with a difference in age, to do this or that while arguing with her brother, honestly, seems like something a parasitic brother who lives close to a woman or a male prostitute would do, so the feeling of mental resistance is no joke.

Sensually, it was the most similar to how I felt when I looked at my acquaintances who were sometimes a bit too shy, or when I saw Japanese idols who spoke in the third person by saying their names.

how to say Should I say that it feels like I’m playing house with a healthy adult whose mental age is about 5 years old?

It may be difficult to experience the subtle sensation of tickling your back unless you experience it yourself.

Anyway, with this starting point, I safely overcame the crisis that may have been the biggest hurdle in my life.

The kissing commotion today was like a kind of small happening caused by the wrong selection of children’s books.

If we pay attention to the censorship of children’s books from now on, an unfortunate incident like today won’t happen again.

Above all, children get bored of anything quickly. It was clear that what happened today would probably be erased from the saintess’ mind by tomorrow.

One day, less than a few days later, my carefree thoughts were shattered without even a trace remaining.

”Holy Maid… It’s breakfast time…”

”I’m going to choke.”

Lord.