A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 171: The Saint in the Underground Cave (5) **

Two days passed.

It was only two days, 48 ??hours, but the situation changed dramatically during that time.

The most important thing is that I was able to connect with my colleagues.

The method was ridiculously simple. When sending beef jerky as food above, a note was included and sent.

Of course, it was too dark to read the writing, but Lev's senses were enough to read the contents just by looking at the pressure marks made when writing on paper.

What I found out was very hopeful. A passage leading down has been found and is being explored.

There is no problem with food, and there is enough water. Although there were wild demons wandering around occasionally, perhaps coming to drink water, they were not a threat to Lev.

It won't be long before Lev and his saint will escape from here.

And, at the same time as the situation changed dramatically, the relationship between the Rebbe and the saint also changed rapidly.

Even if the situation stabilized, light did not appear in the cave, so the two still held hands tightly.

Especially at night, I had to almost hug him while I slept. Unlike the Rev, whose outline is vaguely visible, once the saint loses her Lev, it is difficult for her to find it on her own.

In fact, at first, according to the saint's opinion, the two slept separately, but when the saint woke up alone in the middle of the night, she could not overcome the feeling of extreme loneliness and woke up her rev by screaming.

From then on, the saint slept quietly next to Lev. Even if she couldn't see it, she kept her reach when she stretched out her hand.

I was literally with Lev 24 hours a day.

Since I always walked around with Lev and always smelled his body scent, my already trained body steadily responded.

The result is now.

The Reve and the saint were sitting by the hot springs, soaking their legs up to their knees and enjoying a warm foot bath.

There was nothing else to do anyway, and I already had enough resources to last until my colleagues came, so there was no need to move somewhere else.

Naturally, the two chatted with each other to kill some free time.

We're going to talk anyway, so we can take advantage of the hot springs we already have.

However, as the time they spent together increased, the saint's body gradually became estrous.

The saintess knew that her body was not in a normal state, but she never imagined that the cause was her heat. All she knew was that when Lev touched her, the heat boiling inside her body calmed down a little.

It wasn't just that I was calmed down, but I also felt a faint, pleasant feeling in my lower abdomen.

Because she didn't like that pleasant feeling, she would pretend not to notice even when Lev subtly touched her under the pretext of giving her a massage.

That was yesterday.

And today.

"Can I catch it like this?"

"Okay. You can squeeze a little harder. Yes, just right."

-Tap, click, click...

The saint was holding Lev's cock and shaking it.

Today again, Lev tauntingly touched her saintly body. However, the difference from yesterday was that she finally started massaging her breasts.

Even though the thrill of each massage of her breast sent shivers down her spine, the saint tried to reject her Lev's touch. Because she had no intention of allowing it that far.

Then Lev said as if it was nothing.

"Then you can touch mine too, saintess?"

It was a ridiculous statement, but there was already a precedent for the two to have made a deal with the same content. Even though the context back then was reversed.

But if I were to reject it now, the transaction I made back then would have been a bad transaction.

And even putting aside those excuses, more than anything, her heart pounding loudly every time she smelled Lev's body prevented her from rejecting the deal.

As a result, the sacred hand that had always prayed to God was now concentrating all its attention on gripping and stroking Lev's cock.

"It's like squeezing out the roots of a pillar. From the root to the glans. Okay. As expected, saintess, you learn quickly. Now, this is an award."

– Sigh!

"Huh... ?"

Lev gently squeezed her nipples as she followed what her saintly teacher had taught her.

Feeling the pleasure she felt from her nipples and feeling that something she had been longing for was being fulfilled, she obediently followed Lev's instructions and started learning techniques for handling her cock.

"Good. Like that... Now just speed up. Don't relax your hands!"

"Yes, yes!"

The only person you can rely on in the dark, the person who makes you feel good, and the person who makes you feel dizzy every time you smell it.

The saintess forgot her status and position and increased her speed, shaking her cock as her rev told her to do.

When her hand, which had reached up to her cock, stroked her cock until it hit her pubic bone, Lev's 'sexual desire' responded greatly.

If you caress her testicles with the hand that is not holding her dick, that will also stimulate her sexual desire.

It was a great comfort to the saintess, who had been suffering from a sense of indebtedness and feeling indebted to Lev for helping her with her every move since falling into the hole, but not being of much help. Because she clearly conveyed the feeling of joy just by leaving her body and moving her hands.

"Saint! Put your palms on the tip of her cock. Okay. ... It's cheap!"

"Yes? It's cheap... !!"

I flinch.

The shaft of her cock, which the saintess was holding tightly, trembled and spewed lukewarm white liquid into the saintess's hand, which was waiting in front of her urethra according to Lev's words.

It's not just slippery, but it's not sticky, and it feels like something fluffy but flowing. Although the saint was surprised by what she felt for the first time in her life, she did not stop waving her hand as Lev said.

After a moment that seemed like a long time to the saint, Lev's ejaculation stopped.

"Whoa... It was cheap, it was cheap. "Saint, I felt good."

"Yes, yes..." If so, that's a relief... "

For the first time in her life, the saint was watching a man ejaculate. Even though she didn't see it with her eyes, she could clearly feel it with her senses. Even now, she didn't know what to do with the semen that was filling her hands.

'This... It's called semen. I had the knowledge... '

Without realizing it, the saint brought her semen to the front of her body and touched it here and there to check how it felt. As a saint, she had a normal curiosity about the opposite sex, just like other women her age.

After touching, rubbing, and rubbing against her, the saint finally brought it up to her nose to smell her.

Hmm...

"... Tsk, wow??!"

With just one breath, she reached climax, unable to withstand the pleasure rising from her lower body.

The climax was so unexpected that Lev was surprised.

"W-what?! "Saint, are you okay?"

– Tuk.

Lev, who was hurriedly getting up to check on the saint's condition, ended up touching the saint's arm. Her hand, which was filled with semen, was right in front of her nose.

The impact of Lev's touch made her hand fly up and cover her face. It looked like he had stuck his nose in her semen.

Just smelling her semen brought her to climax, but when her semen entered her nostrils, the saint could not come to her senses.

She just continued to spray her assistant, lost in the pleasure of her orgasm.

When things got to that point, Lev was also able to understand the situation.

I never thought that a perfume that I thought was good if it works or not would have this effect. She was extremely embarrassed, but she had to do something in a hurry.

But what should I do?

The saintess tried to pinch her nose to avoid smelling it, but that didn't mean she couldn't smell it, even though her nose was filled with semen.

The saint was in pain, struggling with her ever-increasing sexual feelings. He was rubbing her thighs, squeezing her breasts, and making her gasp.

Lev remembered seeing something like that. No, it was something I saw secretly often.

It was a reaction often seen by a woman addicted to poison, whether she was caught in a bad trap by a gangster or covered in her own bodily fluids while fighting a monster.

Even though she trained tirelessly every night, how could her semen act like a medicine?

That question came to mind, but anyway, the phenomenon in front of me said so, and I couldn't deny it.

Fortunately, she knew her solution.

In the meantime, the saintess finally lay down in a disgusted manner and began masturbating. Until now, she had no idea what masturbation was, so all she could do was follow her instincts and touch her pussy, but her body, which was in heat, seemed to be producing enough pleasure from that alone.

As Lev looked at the saintly woman, he strengthened his resolve.

I didn't mean to do this.

She planned to train her clitoris so that it would twitch at the mere touch of her panties, and then wait until she felt like she wanted the man to eat her.

She had no intention of using such drug-dependent or foul methods.

But what, even though the effect was unexpected, it was Lev himself who decided to use her perfume.

She had to take responsibility for her own mistakes. If you think about it that way, it seemed like a responsibility worth bearing at least if there were some setbacks in the process.

In the end, the goal of eating it was achieved.

Lev didn't even know how to masturbate her properly, but she placed her cock on the back of her saint's hand, who was rubbing her own labia.

I wonder if there was something in that intense heat, and the saintess stopped her hand in a daze, not even seeing what was touching the back of her hand.

Is there any other way?

None.

If she didn't smell it, if she smelled it but didn't put her face in the semen, if she did, if the semen didn't get into her nose.

There were plenty of opportunities, but they were all past opportunities.

As far as Lev knew, there was no way for a woman addicted to the drug to recover on her own until she reached this state. I heard that if you leave her alone, she will pick up fallen tree branches and try to penetrate her pussy.

Cock was the special medicine and the only medicine.

He removed the saint's hand covering her vagina, spread her labia, and placed his cock against her hole.

Just touching the tip of her glans made her vaginal opening flutter, urging me to come in quickly.

Lev stopped in her position and said that if he only strengthened her waist, he could take her virginity.

"Saint, I'm really sorry. Is there really no other way to do this? It's not that I'm trying to satisfy my greed... "

– Squeak!

"... Huh?"

A sudden feeling of slippery, sticky, and warm pleasure from the dick.

Before Lev had even finished speaking, the saint shook her waist and offered up her hymen.