Saintess - Chapter 30 - Belle Reservoir

Chapter 30

Translator: Yonnee

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Raon kept his lips upon the woman’s chest for quite a while as he suckled her nipples, perhaps intending to stay there for the longest time possible.

Even when the person underneath him was deeply slumbering, it was with Raon’s ministrations that she slowly reacted lewdly as the minutes went by.

Just one glimpse at her was enough to tell him about her current condition.

Raon had only caressed her plump bosom a little, but the obscene saintess was already leaking out prec*m so profusely that the sheets were soaking wet.

His fingers, as they were relentlessly caressing her nipples, soon slinked down the curves of the woman’s waist. And eventually, those fingers found the sensitive little bud buried between her soft petals.

As he teased her slowly hardening nub, the woman trembled in her sleep as more fluids flowed out of her entrance.

“Are you feeling it even if you’re asleep right now?”

There was no way that the sleeping Agnes would have heard him, but Raon nevertheless continued to whisper into her ear.

With the way she writhed beneath his touch, it looked as if she was about to wake up any second now.

The man’s thick fingers dug into the woman repeatedly, entering her back and forth—back and forth—pressing against her soft inner walls.

He did this repeatedly, grinding into her sensitive parts, then as he reached a spot that was particularly elusive, the woman’s walls tightened to the point that it bit down on his fingers.

Reaching the peak of her arousal, Agnes poured out even more c*m. Her eyebrows were knitted together.

With such profuse fluids gushing out of her, her insides convulsed many times around Raon’s fingers. She felt even tighter than before.

He thrusted in and out of her several more times, then after doing so, he slowly pulled out his fingers.

Then, the c*m that had accumulated inside her flowed out at once.

Just as the man’s long fingers glistened with the evidence of the woman’s climax, so too did the sheets beneath them both get even more soaked.

Not being able to wait any further, Raon positioned himself over Agnes’s entrance, the tip of his manhood touching Agnes now. Then, slowly, he pushed himself in.

The warmth he was now surrounded by was so overwhelming. It felt as if just putting it in was enough to push him over the edge.

“…Agnes. Hah, you’re too tight.”

The tightening walls around the man’s pillar made it swell even further.

He dug into the woman’s warmth in one fluid movement, burrowing himself into her with their hips clapping together.

The man let out a beastly huff, and he proceeded to roll his hips with such fervor like a rutting wolf.

“Nngh… An, answer me.”

But instead of an answer to his plea, only the sound of the man and woman becoming one, over and over and over again, could be heard loudly.

Whenever her inner walls enveloped his member so completely, the veins on Raon’s forehead would throb so visibly.

Pop!

As he pulled himself out of Agnes, prec*m shot out to her two round mounds.

Raon stroked himself violently.

It was only a short moment that he took himself out, and he soon put his pillar back into her, rhythmically pounding into her repeatedly.

As his movements became rougher each time, the woman’s c*m kept pouring down between them, soaking Raon’s thighs.

From above, Raon bowed down over Agnes’s abdomen, breathing roughly and loudly.

He imagined Agnes moaning like a cat in heat.

Instead of dead asleep like this, he imagined her moaning with a high-pitched tone, her eyes wide open.

He imagined the obscene saintess seducing him coyly, moving her own hips over him.

The woman’s inner walls were so tight around the man’s pillar that it was on the verge of suffocation, but it now convulsed and writhed around him, making him lose his mind even more.

Raon’s broad upper body leaned down over Agnes.

Like a predator biting down on its prey’s neck, he closed his teeth over the woman’s slender neck as he continued ramming himself into her.

“Kgh, I’m c*mming.”

Such a dirty word slipped out of Raon’s lips.

Who would have thought.

As this man was blinded by desire and desire alone, it was impossible to imagine him to be Count Raon Toulouse, the venerated nobleman who had taken the values of asceticism as his life’s creed—away from earthly desires, away from impurities, away from women.

But now, one look at him would make one think that, rather than an austere man, he was no different than a rutting beast who was preying upon a vulnerable slumbering woman.

The glow of the rising sun streamed through the window, pouring down on Agnes’s body.

Agnes’s body had been shaken to the point of disorder, but even as she was the very picture of dishevelment, she was ever so beautiful.

Raon began to feel angry.

How shameful must he be? He markedly regarded her as a dirty, filthy woman, but the next moment, he would unhesitatingly begin to regard her as beautiful.

In the end, Raon drowned in self-hatred, and he began to shed tears.

“Huu, open your eyes, please. Open your eyes and look at me.”

Before he knew it, his clean cheeks became covered with tears.

The area around his eyes reddened, and as he looked down at Agnes, his gaze was bleak.

He resented everything, and yet his resentment was devoid of any substance.

At the end of the day, it was he who made the order to give Agnes sleeping pills. He had no confidence in himself—he wouldn’t be able to look into her eyes.

And, at the end of the day, it was he who committed the grave sin of taking the sleeping woman who was under the influence of drugs.

“Agnes…”

Agnes’s name continued to flow out of his lips, and so too did tears continue to flow down his cheeks.

I don’t wish to violate Agnes. I want Agnes to want me, too.

His tears were brought upon this terrible disgust directed at himself, and they trickled down upon Agnes’s clear cheeks.

“It’s… It’s all for the sake of verifying how thoroughly obscene you are.”

He cried out loud and clear, giving up on whispering with a low voice.

His actions visibly showed how desperate he was. He looked as if he was truly trying to wake Agnes.

Sadly, however, Agnes did not wake up.

Still under the tight grip of slumber, still tragically unaware of all that was done unto her.

And, this would all translate into guilt to Raon, coming back at him in full force the very next day.

No matter how much he tried to believe that this was for the sake of heeding God’s will, Raon had reached a point where he was no longer capable of forgiving himself.

This was a tremendous sin.

Even if he were to confess all of his sins, even if he were to spend his whole life repenting— Let alone receiving God’s forgiveness, he would never be able to forgive himself.

“Hah, ah— ah!”

His climax was not that far off.

Though he was shedding tears, he never stopped pursuing pleasure.

The erect manhood thrusted into the woman’s entrance once again.

He dug into her inner walls with so much force that he burrowed himself to the very hilt.

Thrust!

After an animal-like groan, Raon let go of the dam holding his seed and spilled it all into her.

This was already the second time, but Raon effortlessly lifted Agnes’s body up, still keeping himself deep inside her.

As he moved her up with him below her, opposite of their position earlier, Agnes drooped and fell into Raon’s arms like a marionette on loose strings.

Raon reached down with both hands and placed them over Agnes’s buttocks, spreading them wide.

Then, he began to move Agnes’s hips up and down.

What now leaked copiously from the place in which they’re joined were their combined fluids.

Thrust!

Once again, the hardened manhood was pressed wholly into Agnes.

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