A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 169: The Saint in the Underground Cave (3) **

Lev was truly taken aback by the saint's sudden advance.

Now that he had not escaped danger yet, Lev was seriously concentrating on his scouting role. As of now, he was not a Pannamchung Lev, but a simple veteran scout Lev.

The reason she covered the saint with her clothes was purely out of consideration to keep her from getting cold.

But who would have thought that such consideration would make the saintly woman horny.

She couldn't complain about how she got into this situation, because she was the one who sprayed perfume with her assistant every night. It was Lev's own karma.

-Slap, slap...

Another sound of water appeared in the hot spring where only Lev was. The sound of water gradually came closer to Lev, and then something soft and elastic was placed on Lev's back, and then it fell hastily.

"S-sorry. I can't see anything... "

During this adventure with the hero party, she showed a lot of indecency due to her lack of actual combat experience, but the memory of the saint, who was a high-ranking member of the church, was not lost.

It was a bit problematic that what she was doing with her good memory was remembering the location of the water sound Lev made and helping her bathe naked.

"Saint. Do you really think I can do this on my own? "I don't even wash it thoroughly, I just rub it with water, so I wonder if it will even help."

In the meantime, Lev never said the words 'I don't like it' or 'I don't need it'.

"It's okay. It's true that it's a little embarrassing, but it's even more shameful that her life was saved and nothing helped. ... And since we can't see each other anyway, it's okay."

'... I thought I said I could see a little bit. Isn't it?'

Lev had certainly said that right after falling into the hole, but the two had already forgotten such trivial details due to the forced march that took place until they found this hot spring.

Anyway, Lev could now see the saint's naked body. She is not clearly visible, and only the curves and edges are visible like a silhouette, but even that is enough to appreciate her body.

Her saintly body, which did not hide her violent body that was always hidden under her nun's clothes under the pretext of her darkness, had a different charm from the other colleagues in her hero party.

Unlike Serena with her sculptural body, Silpierre with a slender beauty, or Berti with her cute taste, she is an inclusive beauty with a deep maternal instinct.

Although Lev was fondling her saintly body every night, it was his first time seeing her naked. Because it was difficult to take it off and put it back on, I only lightly removed and fiddled with the part that needed to be trained on her.

"Mr. Lev?"

The saint, who had never dreamed that her Lev was admiring her own body, said as if she was puzzled by her lack of response.

"Ah. Sorry. "I feel a little sad."

"Hehe. It's something to be thankful for. Then, could you please come this way?"

At this point, the scout lev had no choice but to change into the pannamchung lev. No, it would be rude not to change.

The saintess also felt that her reverence's state of mind had changed from 'embarrassment' to 'lust', but she didn't particularly mind because it was something she had expected from the moment she said she would help him take a bath.

She believed that even if she had turned to 'sexual desire', she was a saint and Lev would not have raped her. The Lev she had seen so far was someone who at least did not forcefully attack someone who refused.

The Rev that the saint did not see was a slightly different person than she thought, but she was not wrong in that she did not force insertion.

– Slap, slap.

Lev could hear the sound of approaching water.

The sound of water started in front of the saint and gradually got closer. As she got close enough to feel the water shaking, the sound of the water did not subside, and it occurred to the saint that even her rev would not know where she was.

The saint thought that she was just moving in the direction of where she last heard her voice, but that she did not know exactly where she was.

The speed of her rev getting closer was faster than the saintess opening her mouth to reveal her location, and the two finally collided lightly.

– Talk.

... No, it was too light a stimulus for my body to have been hit.

The saintess, who had closed her eyes tightly in preparation for the collision, slowly opened her eyes when the shock did not come as much as she had expected. Of course, there was nothing to see.

However, she felt something around her abdomen.

As I felt the warmth beneath her thighs as they were immersed in the hot spring water, something slightly soft was touching her navel.

'This... What is it?'

With her vision completely blocked, the saint instinctively stretched out her hand to find out what it was.

The part that touched the stomach was soft, but the thick, long cylinder-shaped thing below it was hard, and if you held it with a strong hand, you could get your fingers into it, even if it was just a little bit.

What was certain was that it was an object the saint had never seen before in her life. The saint rubbed it with both her hands, squeezed it hard, and tapped it gently, but she could not identify it.

Still, seeing as Lev didn't say anything, it probably isn't a dangerous item...

As soon as she thought about it, she remembered something that she only knew as knowledge.

Cylinder, hard, hot, slightly soft at the end... And, in front of her, Lev.

Then this... ?

"... Uh, uh, uh... ? Haha... "

The saint finally reached her stomach, and when she realized what it was that she was touching as if she were dealing with something magical, she felt her face light up.

'I, that, that, the man's, that...' !!!'

I should have said something, but my head, which was in error due to excessive shock, could not form sentences and only made meaningless sounds.

In her confusion, the saint was startled and almost screamed when someone placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Holy woman, calm down. No, well... I understand your feelings. "It's like an accident, right?"

Lev sweetly said it was okay, but there was a smile in his voice that he couldn't hide.

"S-sorry! I, that... Male period... "

'Touching another person's genitals without permission is a crime.'

The saint, who only knew what was so obvious and common sense, did not notice Lev's smile and apologized hastily.

If a beautiful woman the size of a saint touched her with or without permission, there would be a legion of men who would rush to her and say thank you even if she tried to kick her, but in terms of sexuality, it was unthinkable for a naive saint.

And Lev, whose bully switch was turned on, had a hunch that if he did well, he could take advantage of this situation.

"Are you okay. The saint didn't do it on purpose either."

"Well, even so! I came to help and did something like this... "

"Uhm... If you're that sorry... "

Lev deliberately paused. As if he was really worried about her saint.

"Let's do it this way. Since the saint touched my things, I also touch her things. "Then it's fair, right?"

"Yes? Well, that's... "

Even in my confused state, I could tell that it was clearly strange. She knew that no matter how saintly she was, the sexual value of a man's body and a woman's body was not equal.

Lev added quickly before he could say no.

"Of course, I will only touch your breasts, not your genitals. "You can't pollute the virgin's purity, right?"

Since I originally touched the male genitals, it is right to let me touch the female genitals. However, Lev said that he would endure it with his heart for the sake of purity.

Just breasts? Not a penis? If that's the case...

It was natural that the breasts were low compared to the genitals. That alone moves my heart a little, and there's even a fancy excuse that it's for the saint's purity.

It was Lev's ploy to deliberately use a word tailored to a saint's level, such as 'feminine', rather than the usual vulgar words like 'pussy' or 'fucking hole'. Subconsciously, the saint came to accept the act as something like a transaction rather than something obscene.

Is this right emotionally? The saint's heart was shaken little by Lev's words, which although rationally did not seem to be a big problem.

"Well, if that's the case... "

Finally, the saintess nodded.

"Good. Then I will touch you. With this, the saint doesn't have to feel guilty for touching mine?"

"Yes? Yes... "

It was clearly the saint who was touching her breasts, but for some reason, Lev was saying it as if he was 'touching her breasts for the saint's sake.' Although the saint doesn't know it, the first time his cock touched the saint's abdomen, it was Lev who put it on purpose.

She had a body that she had never allowed to others in her life. She knew that every man she met glanced at her breasts, but she had never even revealed her breasts to a man, let alone touched them.

The saintess stiffened her body while simultaneously feeling the tension and pounding of her chest being allowed to do so.

However, no matter how long I waited, I could not feel the man's cruel hand.

The place where Lev's hand touched was her saintly shoulder. Lev, holding her saintly shoulder, lightly pressed her down. The saint's body was caught off guard and immersed in the warm hot spring water without resistance.

"Huh?"

The saint let out a puzzled voice at something that was beyond her expectations. Before she knew it, Lev went behind her and gently massaged her shoulders and said.

"Saint, you were so nervous. Ruler. Let's warm up first. "There is warm water at best, but is it okay to be so stiff?"

"Yeah... "

I was touching her breasts just a moment ago, but suddenly what did I hear? The saint was puzzled, but she soon relaxed and surrendered to the warmth that penetrated her cold body while she was struggling.

The temperature of the water was just right, reaching up to her chest, and her shoulders were being massaged with exquisite hand movements.

It was only for a moment that the saintly woman's body, which had been extremely tense, relaxed from fatigue.

She opens or closes her eyes anyway, it doesn't make a difference, so the saintess comfortably closes her eyes and enjoys this sensation. At this moment, she can forget all the complex things about being naked with a man and having her breasts allowed. There was

Of course, just because her saint forgot, her promise to grant her breasts did not disappear.

This is when the saint is at her most unguarded, and when she naturally allows naked skinship, even though it is said to be just her shoulder. Lev waited for that moment and gradually expanded the area being massaged.