GILF Hunter

’Ugh...’

Held in Ian’s arms, Frenda twisted her body as she felt a strange sensation.

It was an unidentifiable feeling, one she was experiencing for the first time.

He was simply stroking her stomach, yet she couldn’t understand why such sounds were escaping her lips against her will. Frenda herself didn’t know the reason.

Ian’s touch slowly caressed Frenda’s lower abdomen as if exploring it.

Every time he did, something unknown seemed to well up from deep inside her belly. It felt like an itch, yet also like a simmering heat.

Ian had certainly said... it would be something pleasant.

But what Ian was touching was just her stomach.

Perhaps because she had never even considered it ’that kind of place,’ Frenda found the sensation in her lower abdomen incredibly foreign.

’Ah, mm... wait a second. Something’s strange...’

’It doesn’t hurt, does it?’

’W-well, no.’

Every time Ian’s hand passed over and firmly pressed a certain spot, Frenda felt her body react with startling intensity.

The leisurely movements continued to stimulate her inner abdomen, and the ticklish sensation rising within her body grew steadily stronger.

Frenda still hadn’t realized Ian’s true intention behind this.

Entrusting her body to Ian’s embrace, Frenda eventually couldn’t contain her curiosity and asked him.

’W-what exactly is this?’

’It’s a massage.’

As he said.

Frenda had expected to experience something a step further than last time... but what Ian was doing now appeared to be a normal massage.

Feeling a bit puzzled, Frenda asked Ian again.

’H-have you done this often?’

’Actually, it’s my first time doing it myself, too.’

’Th-then... am I your first?’

’...I suppose you could say that.’

It was a bit odd, but regardless, he was trying it for the first time for her sake.

Even though it was just a simple play on words, Frenda felt a small, satisfied smile cross her face upon hearing that.

Just then, Ian’s hand, which had been wandering her lower abdomen as if searching for something, came to a halt.

And then... Ian’s hand pressed down firmly, applying pressure to Frenda’s stomach.

At that moment, Frenda felt a jolt surging through her insides. It felt as if an electric current had passed through her.

With a loud moan, Frenda’s body jolted upward.

’Hya-ang!’

’Looks like it’s this spot.’

’W-wait a minute...’

Finally, Frenda realized that what Ian was doing was no ordinary massage.

...No, thinking about it calmly, it was hard to call it an ordinary massage from the start. How could kneading a priestess’s stomach so freely be considered a normal massage?

In any case, Ian’s intent wasn’t simply a general-purpose massage to rub the skin and relax muscles...

It seemed he intended to stimulate somewhere deeper inside, within her belly.

As the jolting sensation bloomed inside her stomach, Frenda finally realized exactly where Ian was touching.

Again, with a firm press.

Ian’s fingers pressed steadily against Frenda’s lower abdomen.

That touch passed through the soft skin and reached the inside of her belly.

A small, faint pressure reached that place where nothing had ever touched before.

And receiving that continuous, ticklish stimulation, Frenda’s womb began to react gradually.

It was an instinctive reaction that surpassed Frenda’s will.

’Ngh, ugh...’

Her womb throbbed.

However, for Frenda, who had lived her life as a priestess from the monastery until now, it was a mysterious, unknown sensation.

An instinctive craving for a man’s member, something she had never experienced before. Frenda began to suffer from that unidentified thirst.

For Frenda, who had faithfully guarded her purity since becoming a priestess, it was a desire she had no way to satisfy and no way to even identify.

Frenda clamped her mouth shut and tried to endure it, holding back her voice.

’Haaa-ang...’

But every time Ian’s hand pressed her lower abdomen, that throbbing sensation continued to grow like a rolling snowball.

It wasn’t something that could be endured just by keeping her mouth shut.

Frenda twisted her body and pleaded in a pitiful voice.

’N-nooo... stop...!’

’...Should I really stop?’

Of course, Ian already knew from experience... that the word ’stop’ often meant ’do it more.’

When Ian actually paused his hand for a moment, Frenda grabbed Ian’s sleeve tightly and spoke.

It was an answer that came out unconsciously before Frenda could even think of it herself.

’Ah, no... more...’

Frenda realized it instinctively.

This wasn’t just the next step... it was a pleasure that a pure virgin should not know, skipping several intermediate stages.

Her womb, heavily stimulated by Ian’s delicate hands pressing her lower abdomen, was pounding as if it were ready to conceive a child right this instant.

Ian reached out with his other hand and grasped Frenda’s trembling breast.

As he slid his hand inside her underwear, his fingers brushed against her hardened nipple.

When he flicked it with his finger, Frenda’s hips arched, and the priestess let out a moan she definitely shouldn’t have made.

Through the sensation in his fingertips, he could feel Frenda’s trembling growing stronger.

Frenda thought she had to stop Ian’s hand, but her body had already half-escaped the control of her reason.

’Ah, ah... h-ha-aang!’

Like a full cup overflowing when a single drop of water falls into it, the pleasure that had finally reached its limit erupted and overflowed.

Frenda’s waist jolted violently.

It was a massive pleasure, incomparable to anything she had experienced before.

The fluid that flowed out intensely soaked the stone floor.

And as if to further encourage it, Ian’s hand did not stop even during that.

Press.

Every time Ian’s hand applied pressure, Frenda twisted her body, let out cute moans, and sprayed her fountain.

The pleasure continued to surge out as if squeezing her insides.

’Haat, huff... uuu.’

How long had she been screaming?

It was only long after Ian’s hand had stopped that Frenda’s moaning and trembling finally began to subside.

If the streets hadn’t been so noisy because of the festival, some people passing by the nearby alley might have heard Frenda’s voice.

Burying her face in Ian’s chest, she caught her breath for a long while.

After finally coming to her senses and lifting her head, what found Frenda was a belated sense of shame.

It was because she could finally think about her current state from an objective perspective.

A shameful sight, sitting in Ian’s arms with her legs spread.

Underwear that was completely drenched.

The damp traces of climax left clearly on the floor.

Even the memory of the moment she moaned while twisting her waist.

Each one was a memory so shameful she couldn’t bear it while sober.

Frenda, with her face still buried in Ian’s chest, murmured in a crawling voice.

’Ple... please take responsibility for my purity.’

’...I haven’t touched your purity yet, though.’

’...Really?’

Could this... really be called having kept her purity?

To that question, Ian could not return an answer.

At any rate, no divine punishment fell.

＊　＊　＊

Ian and Frenda came down the stairs of the watchtower and into the alleyway.

It was dusk when they entered, but now the sun had long since set, and it was late at night.

Just how much time had they spent up there?

Frenda’s face turned red again as she inadvertently recalled what happened above.

’It’s... too late to see anything else.’

’Ye-yes... that’s true.’

During the festival, there was plenty to see even at night.

Frenda had also been slightly looking forward to hearing rumors about the night market... but it was too late to go around there now.

So, they had no choice but to head back for today.

However, she didn’t feel any regret.

Ian and Frenda walked side by side through the streets, which had become considerably quiet compared to the evening.

Frenda walked cautiously with a very awkward demeanor, her face flushed.

It was because she was extremely conscious of her attire.

’U-um... it’s not strange, is it?’

’From the outside, you look perfectly fine. Don’t worry.’

’Ngh...’

Frenda clutched her clothes tightly as if she were very worried.

Since it was late at night, there weren’t many people on the street, but there were still a few wandering around. The glances of those passing by bothered her immensely.

...It was because she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath her clothes.

Frenda’s underwear had become completely soaked as if she had fallen into water. Since she couldn’t head back wearing that, Frenda eventually had to come out dressed without her underwear.

Walking the streets without wearing underwear.

Ian told her that nothing showed from the outside, but she couldn’t help being embarrassed.

As they walked along, the two of them soon arrived near the temple.

Ian asked Frenda, who was walking beside him.

’Were you satisfied today?’

’Ye-yes. It... felt good.’

’...I meant the festival sightseeing.’

’Ah.... Yes! That was good too!’

Frenda, having misunderstood Ian’s words, answered flusteredly.

Finally, in front of the temple entrance.

Frenda greeted Ian, who had seen her off.

’Thank you... for today, Captain Ian.’

Frenda, bowing her head with a bright red face, stole a glance at Ian’s face and added in a small voice.

’...Next time, I’ll ask of you again.’

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