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Profession, Merchant Volume 13 Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2023-11-28 16:48:18 +0000 UTCChapter 1 – Miss Priestess, the Ever-Reliable “Big Sister” I
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The priestess and I are still exiled to the deserted island.
When I was arrested in Newland for some obscure misdemeanor and brought here, my first thought was, “The demon king’s secretary has framed me!” and I lamented in my heart.
This woman has been bugging the mining equipment technicians in my employ a lot lately.
Of course, I was on guard against her headhunting. But being locked up like this meant that the city had no boss, and thus, my human resources were as good as unguarded. And with the other side having a flexible national power… let’s just say it was my fault for underestimating their capabilities.
On the other hand, I thought that if their purpose were to headhunt my men, they wouldn’t leave me stranded on this island for such a long time.
I was sure that even without the men, I was still a valuable asset to the secretary and the demon lord, and they would soon pardon me or something and bring me back. Of course, by then, the engineers I had hired in the city would have been absorbed into their ranks.
And then there is the priestess who was exiled with me.
I had known this girl for a long time (though I only just remembered). At first, I actually thought she was cute, but when I found out that she liked me for some reason, I suddenly felt embarrassed and began to avoid her. We had an awkward relationship after that.
To be honest, I didn’t really want to meet her, you know, before things got so serious that I wouldn’t have a chance to go back. But then the priestess suggested that we become “sex friends” instead.
After making me think that my embarrassment would be neutralized if we were in such a complicated relationship, I was finally convinced to agree. Before I knew it, I had stuck my penis inside the priestess and made her lose her virginity.
I had always secretly thought she was cute, and it felt great when I had sex with her.
Looking back on it now, I think I wanted to take her virginity from the moment I first saw her on the highway to Andersen.
But sadly, this is the part where I stop reminiscing and start facing reality.
Here I am, on a deserted island. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to run, and no one to save us…yet.
At first, I felt carefree, especially during the first and second days of my exile, as if I were in a tourist resort on vacation. But in the days that followed, after I was confronted with the inescapable reality of “hunger,” the seriousness of my situation and the punishment of being exiled to the island became more and more clear to me. It was very difficult to survive, especially on the following weeks, because I did not know how to make ends meet in the wilderness.
That’s why my first thought was that I was lucky that it was the priestess who was swept away with me. If it had been a female warrior, she would have just complained that she was hungry. If it had been a holy knight, she would have tried to help, only to make things worse than they already were, which would have been an additional worry.
In this respect, I was surprised by the priestess’ strong survival instinct.
In just one week, she had adapted so much that she would take off her priestess uniform and, like a mountain girl, run into the mountains and fields in just her underwear to look for food. In the mountains, she would hunt beasts. In the sea, she would catch fish, and in the fields, she would pick wild plants for us to eat. She could even find bodies of water like streams that I didn’t know existed for us to have a safe drink.
She is a super-elite young lady of missionary descent, but her adaptability is so outstanding that my pride as a man felt threatened.
Speaking of my pride as a man, right now, I have a serious problem.
That is, because she is far too outstanding, I have no roles to play.
What I mean is. Right now, I feel so useless!
Every time, the priestess was:
“The sun is up, so I’m going to the mountains to hunt. Don’t worry. You can still sleep.”
And then,
“Hey, are you hungry? If you’re hungry, I’ll go back to the sea.”
And then there was also,
“Mmm, your penis is erect. It’s bad for your health if it accumulates, so please use my ass to relieve yourself. Don’t worry, it’s purified. After all, I’m a priestess.”
And after that.
“Okay, okay, I’ll clean it. Now that you have ejaculated properly, you should be able to sleep well.”
And so on.
Like a terminally ill patient, she made super-extreme efforts to take care of me, to the extent that even I, who crave such a dream, find it frightening.
And just like that, after about a month, my three basic needs of appetite, sleep, and sexual desire were satisfied without me having to do anything.
To the extent that I don’t even need to masturbate with my right hand anymore. That’s because the priestess pulls my penis out every time it gets erect, even if I don’t say anything.
I thought the situation was bad if it were to continue, so I tried to masturbate by myself at least once.
However, as I was bending over and jerking off, the priestess discovered me, and that caused a lot of commotion, well, between us.
“You!”
“‘Hiie!”
“If you wanted to ejaculate, why didn’t you tell me?”
“No, no. It’s that… I see that Miss Priestess is always busy, so I think it would be better to… you know, do it on my own once in a while…”
“No, you’re lying! You must have gotten tired of my body. You’re just too afraid to say it!”
“That’s not true!”
Her attitude is as if we’re a couple already in a marital crisis, with me playing the role of the husband who’s already tired of his wife.
First of all, I’ve never been bored with a girl’s body in my life.
But the priestess’ sharp eyes were filled with tears regardless, which made me very uncomfortable.
“Okay. Fine. Show me your tits. We’re sex friends, after all.”
Only when I said this did the priestess “I see” begin to smile as if relieved.
Thank goodness. I had chosen the correct answer.
Although I had a cool tone when I said, “Show me your tits,” like a domineering husband, I wasn’t as “authoritative” as you think.
Because every time, the priestess would always be in control, as if being “sex friends” was just an excuse for her to play with me.
Yes, you heard right. She is the one playing with me.
Well, it’s not like I don’t agree with it. Even if I don’t act like a man, I’m okay as long as I get to suck her breasts. Especially the priestess’s slightly swollen breasts are extremely sensitive, so if I flick them with my tongue, she’d immediately feel like she’s about to cum.
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