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Profession, Merchant Volume 13 Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2023-11-28 16:48:39 +0000 UTCChapter 2 – Miss Priestess, the Ever-Reliable “Big Sister” II
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Yes, that’s right. Even if I take the lead at first, for some reason, before I knew it, our situation would be reversed, and I would always end up the one moaning like a girl.
For example, look at me now. Before I know it, I’m in the humiliating position of being on all fours with my purified buttocks sticking out in front of the priestess’ face!
What is more, her soft, warm tongue and lips are licking all over my asshole!
“Ihiiiiee…hieeennn!”
I let out a pathetic cry from the corners of my mouth.
The fact that a beautiful 19-year-old girl is licking all over my asshole is like being forced to elicit intense pleasure and shame from me.
After that, the priestess runs her right hand around my cock from below in a businesslike manner, where from there, as if she were milking a cow, she begins to jack off my penis.
Fap, fap, fap. Fap, fap, fap…
Churup, slurp, mchap, mchupp…
The petite girl’s tongue continues to dance over my sensitive asshole.
Her silver hair is blowing around my ass and thighs, and it feels so nice and soft. Also, the rhythm of the fapping is almost constant and even mechanical in contrast to the passionate movement of her tongue.
The fact that the rhythm of the cock stroking is so constant probably means that she is determined to make me ejaculate, because this makes my desire to ejaculate accumulate, and if you change the rhythm of stroking at once, I would immediately feel the urge to release my semen.
In other words, if the rhythm is irregular, like fap-fap, fap, fap-fap, it will create a kind of “surging feeling” and the subject’s arousal will increase. But that is it, and the feeling will go back to zero after a while because the subject will be too focused on the friction caused by the movements.
So if you want to make your dick ejaculate at the end, you have to keep a certain rhythm, like fapfapfapfapfapfap, regardless whether your hand gets tired or not, and you have to be very calm. I think it’s the same for girls, but since we have different attachments under our crotches, I can only deduce it in theory.
Fapfapfapfapfapfapfapfap…
This priestess…
I don’t know if she has animal instincts or not, but as if she had found out about me, she started squeezing me in a certain rhythm, trying to force me to ejaculate.
And to think she was a virgin until the last time! If this continues, I’m going to ejaculate as quickly for real!
Resist, me, resist!
Chupp… churrp… slurp… mlem…
And just when I had boosted my morale in my mind, she did this, giving my asshole a good lick, so I sprawled out and gave in.
It felt so good that I don’t care what will happen anymore.
“Kuh, haaa, haaa… I, I’m cummiingg. U, uuuuu…!!”
Spew! Spew! Spew♪
The priestess’s hands squeeze my sperm out of me as if it were part of the daily routine next to gathering edible plants or catching fish.
“Haaa, haa… wheeze, wheeze…”
“Huh, you’ve let out quite a bit. Seems like you’re enjoying having your butt hole rimmed so often.”
You don’t have to say that out loud!
I wanted to retort, but since I was too exhausted to say anything because I had just had a big ejaculation after a long time of endurance, I couldn’t say anything.
“You should rest for a while. I’ll get some water.”
The priestess, however, was not bothered by this and immediately went back to her usual mood.
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First of all, and before you say anything, I’m a merchant, so it’s normal for me to think about this sort of thing. But have you ever thought about the original inspiration that led people to create something called “money”?
It is often said that money was created as an alternative to barter, but to me, that is not true.
For example, there are uncivilized tribes in this world that are not yet part of civilization. They live a primitive life of hunting and gathering in the deep mountains and jungles where the influence of magic and civilization has not yet reached.
Even then, when they give something in such an uncivilized society, they do not “exchange” it for something else. Rather, it is more because they are willing to do or give something to the people around them.
This is not a silly story about people in primitive tribes being simple, warm-hearted, and nice people.
This is because, in the first place, if a person does something for you, you’ll feel like you “owe” them something. On the other hand, if you do something for them, they will feel that they “owe” you something. People in uncivilized societies have a smaller social scale and simpler shared religious beliefs and assumptions. As such, they understand this sense of “owing” and “borrowing” from each other through memory.
This sense of “borrowing” and “lending” is, to me, the origin of money and barter.
Of course, as society expands and becomes more complex, the relationship between borrowing and lending becomes more complicated and can no longer be relied from memory. As such, money became the quantification of this relationship, which has led to the establishment of standards with political power as authority that we use today.
Of course, the invention of money has created a host of other problems, but this is where the actual value of the merchant comes into question.
What I meant to say is that if I follow this pure principle, then I must say that I am now a very poor person.
I owe the priestess so much, and yet she doesn’t owe me anything.
This tribe of just the two of us – just me and the priestess – is suffering from a terrible social inequality.
This is because I don’t have to work, while the priestess literally keeps both tribes running. I am unemployed, that is, if I follow the tamest description in the book.
But I, too, am a world-renowned (?) merchant. As a merchant, I must somehow find work on this deserted island. Only then will we regain our relationship as equal sex friends!
Of course, if it’s work, it has to be something that benefits the other party. It’s no good if it’s just something like digging a hole and then filling it up again because there’s no use for it.
In short, it has to be productive or beneficial to both of us.
I know that there’s also the saying, “It’s better to dig a hole than to do nothing because the hole may come in handy later,” which is a kind of proverb to scold lazy bums who don’t want to work. But that only works in larger societies and only for short-term projects like construction and such, not here, where the only beneficiaries are me and the priestess.
It will be a tripping hazard at best.
So, if I had to choose what to work on, I would rather choose something that would benefit the both of us.
So I decided to ask the priestess first.
“Hey, Priestess.”
“Huh? What is it?”
“Is there something you want me to do?”
“What?”
Then the priestess fidgeted, blushing her cheeks that are now tanned, for we are spending more and more time under the sun.
But that is good news. Because it means there is something she wants me to do in this situation.
“I’ll do anything. Just tell me.”
“I-I see. In that case…c-chuu me.”
The priestess said and pursed her lips forward in my direction.
Chuu, chuu…
As she commanded, I pecked the puckered lips of the priestess with my own. Hers felt soft and sweet.
Chu, chu, chu, chu…
“Hehe, ehehehe.”
Then the priestess smiled with satisfaction, tossed her silver hair, and ran toward the mountain with a spear made out of wood, hunting and foraging as usual.
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