A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 170: The Saint in the Underground Cave (4) **

Lev's massage gradually expanded its scope.

From massaging the shoulder to massaging the forearm and again to massaging the shoulder blade.

Occasionally, her hands that were massaging her collarbone would lightly touch a part of her ample breasts, but the saintess didn't mind.

I also allowed him to massage her breasts, but there was no reason for her to make a fuss as it was just a light touch. Aside from that, she couldn't help but flinch every time her fingers touched it.

And Lev's hand immediately reached the abdomen, which beautifully displayed the convexity unique to women... While heading... This time, her forearm was pinched by her saint.

"Aya?!"

"Not there!"

Even if she allows her breasts, her belly fat is not allowed.

Even though she was a saintly woman with a body that didn't seem to show any flab no matter how much I pinched her, there was a line that she couldn't allow as a woman.

"No, does she say no because there is something wrong with the saint?"

"Hehe, you said something nice to hear."

"Yes? Then... "

"But that doesn't work."

"Oh my gosh, it doesn't work."

Even though Lev was rejected, he joked around cheerfully. The saint did not really dislike such jokes.

Lev's hand, which had been rejected from her abdomen, seemed to return to her shoulder...

Suddenly, she grabbed her faithful sacred power pouch.

– Hibb.

The saintess was startled to the point of hiccuping for a moment, but she didn't show any further reaction.

Lev's hand rested lightly on the pouch of her holy power. She said she was squeezing her breasts, but her grip, which did not apply any force, was more appropriate to say that she was covering her breasts rather than touching them. Just like a bra.

'This... Are you touching it? You're touching it, right? But I have this and that... That... She played with her hand in a foolish way, but compared to that, can she be said to have touched this thing that doesn't move at all? But once I touched her hand... '

A heated debate took place in the saint's mind whether this amounted to touching her breast.

Since the promise was, 'I will touch your breasts as much as you touched my cock,' I had to respond differently depending on whether I could judge this as touching my breasts.

After a heated discussion, I said, 'This is touching the breasts. The saint concluded with, 'Normally, I would not have permitted this act.' Then she opened her mouth resolutely.

She tried to open

I need to open it...

The saint suddenly realized that her body was in her Lev's arms.

A heat different from that of a hot spring was felt around the cleavage of her buttocks. Even if you pretended not to notice, it was difficult to not notice the arms wrapped around her from behind and the strong muscles of the man on her back.

In the end, the saint said something different from what she had originally intended.

"Re, Mr. Lev?"

This is not it.

As a saint representing a religious order, she must firmly draw the line, saying, 'I think you've touched me enough. Could you please stop?'

Every time I smelled his manly body scent, which I mustered up all my willpower to open, I lost my will and just hesitated, unable to form a sentence.

What on earth was he thinking, what did it mean, that was the only thing that came to mind and then disappeared.

Even if you try to feel your heart through "Mind reading," What you feel is 'sexual desire.' However, the saint, who had seen countless couples who loved each other with feelings of 'sexual desire', could not tell whether the sexual desire was truly a dirty desire or pure love. This is because, in the first place, sexual desire and love are emotions that cannot be distinguished, like cutting with a knife.

The saint's reaction to being hugged by Lev was like that of a fresh-faced virgin coming into contact with her crush.

Of course, the saint did not have feelings for Lev. At least until she fell into the hole.

Her first impression was that she was a bully who needed to be kept on guard, and as she traveled with her, her abilities improved, even as a trustworthy companion. However, if you asked her if it was love, she could definitely say no.

However, after falling into the hole for two days, no, I don't know the time, so I can't even guess how long, and the saintess's heart changed rapidly.

In the darkness, where she couldn't even see her own hands waving in front of her, except for her divine power, her physical abilities were at an average level, and she was the only opponent the saint could rely on.

Even in the midst of her desperate danger, the person who led her by her own hand as if it was no big deal and tried to cheer her up with the occasional humor.

It was natural for the saint to become dependent on Lev.

What she became dependent on was,

Dependence, as the saying goes, the saint's feelings were dependence.

She was not love.

However, the saint did not know how to define this feeling of not wanting to be separated from the other person and feeling safe when they are together.

The saint, who objectively understood the emotions of others through her "Mind-reading skills," Actually had a weakness for her own subjective emotions.

Her emotions were confused, and her trained body was reacting to Lev's body odor, making it difficult for the brilliant saintly woman's reason to function properly.

Of course, Lev, the famous Casanova, understood the situation to some extent. She didn't think it would work this well.

When the saintess showed no reaction, Lev realized that her plan had worked and carefully moved her hand.

"... !"

In Lev's hands, her saintly large breasts change shape here and there. Her breasts were constantly going in and out and being massaged, but her hand movements were not violent, and she was gentle to the end.

"The saint, her breasts are very soft."

"... There's no need to say that."

"But look at this, the size is great, the shape is pretty, and it's also sensitive."

"Sensitive, so... "

Although she denied it with her mouth, the saint also felt an unknown sensation on her breast being touched by her reverend.

Even a saint with no sexual experience could understand that the sensation was pleasure.

No, even though she had no experience, the saint's body had been trained to the point where she could feel pleasure.

"Whoa... ?"

The saint's voice mixed with heat, and the nipples began to harden little by little.

Lev, who had an enviable history with women, keenly sensed this change and changed his method of caressing her.

Massage the entire breast, focusing on the nipples.

I twirled my areola and teased it. Although not as much as the nipple, the areola is also an erogenous zone. Every time Lev's fingers touched her, the saint could feel electric pleasure.

And just when she thought she was sufficiently accustomed to areola stimulation.

Tak!

"Ugh... ??!"

When her nipples were stimulated, the saint's body trembled with a thrilling sensation different from that of the areola.

Lev flicked the nipple quickly, scratching it with the tip of her finger.

The saintess twisted her body and tried to run away, but she was already in her Lev's arms. The saint could not escape, and her voluptuous breasts were violated.

"Ugh? Lev, what is this... ?"

"Huh? "You like it here?"

Kuuk.

This time Lev pulled on her nipple as if milking her.

"Haaa?!"

Every time Lev's thumb and her index finger were applied, a moan came out as if a switch had been pressed.

The saint could not understand why her body felt so good.

It felt good when Lev touched something. It felt good to touch her somewhere else too. The saint was unable to come to her senses under the touch of her reverend, who seemed to know her body intimately.

Before she knew it, the 'only as much as you touched the dick' rule had long since disappeared from her mind. I didn't have time to think about such things.

The saint just held her chin high and trembled as Lev touched her.

Because of this, the saint did not even notice that her own legs were secretly opening. It was an instinctive movement in response to her pleasure.

Lev, who could see her even in the darkness, took advantage of her confusion and reached out to her.

Clearly, this is an area that was not promised. No matter how much the saintess was struggling with her pleasure, it was clear that she would rebel if she was touched.

In that case, we just need to make her not have the spirit to protest.

Lev increased the speed of her fingers flicking her nipples.

A short moan escaped her as she pinched and flicked her nipples at a rapid pace.

Lev, who was assessing the state of the saint, thought that she was suitably ripe.

Kuuk.

She pressed and twisted her clitoris with the hand she had secretly placed between her crotches.

"... Yes ???!!!"

In the meantime, she often touched her saintly breasts, but the area she mainly trained on was the clitoris.

Her clitoris, which had grown pitifully large due to the pleasure she felt from her breasts, delivered stimulation far beyond her saintly expectations.

So much so that her mind turns completely white.

The saint covered her mouth with both hands and trembled, unable to hold back her moans.

Clearly, there was still no light in the cave, but sparks flew in front of my eyes.

As far as the saint was concerned, she could not come to her senses from the orgasmic pleasure she was experiencing for the first time in her life.

Lev took advantage of this opportunity and attacked the saint's weaknesses here and there, continuing to increase the lingering effects of her climax.

When the afterglow of her climax finally subsided, the saint rested her weight on her reverend's chest.

"How was it?"

The saint, whose entire body was weakened by her orgasm, was unable to properly deny Lev's mischievous question.

"... "I don't know."

She just gave her vague answer.