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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Reincarnation (1)
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Creak, creak—
The bed frame let out intermittent squeals. It had to bear the weight of two people, after all.
The blanket lay tossed on the floor, and the pillow wasn't fulfilling its role much either.
Only the bedsheet, stained with sticky fluids, stayed firmly in place.
I gripped the hand of the woman lying beneath me tightly, letting out ragged breaths.
Her beautiful apricot hair was messily splayed out as she looked up at me.
It was a look so far removed from her usual neat appearance that it bordered on lewd.
Every time I moved, her waist twitched faintly, and when I thrust deeper, her body shuddered with pleasure.
For someone with such sharp, picky eyes that slanted upward, her reactions were surprisingly honest.
I suppressed a chuckle that threatened to escape and lowered my head slightly.
I intended to tangle my tongue with hers, her blue eyes staring clearly up at me.
Thud.
Before my lips could touch hers, a pale hand rose to stop me.
As the rising heat abruptly cooled, she moved her lips.
"No kissing."
"...."
"...We're not really dating, are we?"
I furrowed my brow and thought to myself.
Well, that's true.
Since she put it that way, I had no right to force a kiss. I gave up on it obediently and changed direction slightly.
Still pinning both her hands down, I lowered my head a bit further.
At first, she just looked at me curiously, calmly.
"...Ngh, eek?!"
But she couldn't keep that composure after what came next. I bit her nipple, and a sharp scream burst out.
She reflexively grabbed my head to push me away, but it had little effect.
I ignored her feeble struggles and focused on tormenting her breasts.
Starting from the nipples, licking around the areolas, nibbling, teasing. I gave her just enough pain without breaking the skin.
When I lifted my head midway to check her reaction... she was glaring at me with teary eyes, lips pressed tight.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I'd gone too far.
"...You're such a childish guy. No one else like you."
She murmured it so softly it was barely audible, then grabbed the back of my head and yanked me into her chest.
Feeling the soft bounce, I buried my face in her breasts in a daze.
Her voice continued.
"Childish, pathetic, bad personality. If you take away your decent looks and divine power, there's really nothing worth looking at about a guy like you...."
"...."
"The fact that you, of all people, took my virginity... it makes me so ashamed."
She added "So," and lightly tickled near my neck with her fingertips.
A pointless chill ran down my back, stiffening my body.
"At least satisfy me. I really didn't want to say it, but you─ you're talented in bed."
Then, as if getting revenge, she lightly nipped my earlobe. Nom.
The sensation igniting from my nape made me clench my fist slightly.
She was chewing on my ear like it was a tasty snack. Suddenly, I seized her waist hard.
...She wants satisfaction? Then I'd give it to her with all my heart.
"...?"
As she blinked at me questioningly, her body held tight, I immediately thrust my hips forward, driving deeper.
Squelch!
The slick member slid in without resistance, thanks to the flood of her juices.
Her eyes widened for a different reason this time, her pelvis bucking sharply.
"...H-heuk!"
She exhaled a held breath explosively. After panting to catch it, she kept blinking hazily.
But I had no intention of waiting for her to adjust.
I pulled back again, then timed it deliberately as she swallowed—thrusting in once more. Squelch!!
"──?!!"
This time, she couldn't even let out a short moan, her head snapping back.
Tears welled in her eyes, and her grip on my hand tightened fiercely.
Slap!
Another round trip. Flesh smacked flesh loudly, splattering viscous fluids everywhere. Sweat and love juices, probably.
"Heup, hek! Hyaaak!?"
She was already half out of her mind.
Her eyes burned with intense lust as she interlaced fingers with me, mouth agape in an 'ahh'.
Her heaving chest was a bonus.
...This woman who always stood so primly against me was now pinned beneath, unable to hold back her moans. The fact thrilled me addictively.
Now I couldn't finish first until she surrendered.
Call it pride. I gritted my teeth, fighting the mounting urge to come.
The bed still rocked, the sheets growing filthier as time passed.
Night wore on. The moon rose, stars spread across the sky, but before I noticed, dawn approached.
Until then, Lete Heresia and I continued our lustful lovemaking.
Once two priests had tasted intercourse... their fall was already irreversible.
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I woke up slamming my head into another world. The kind with swords and magic, empires and churches, heroes and demon kings—a full-blown fantasy setup.
Accepting my reincarnation wasn't hard.
My last memory was of my soul leaving my body—an unpleasant scene no matter how you spun it.
Out-of-body experience, I guess. No idea if souls really exit like that at death, but anyway, I was reborn.
Luckily—or not—this strange world posed no big hurdles to living.
At first, it was daunting and a bit scary. No one to rely on, and I couldn't even understand the language.
By around ten, I was a back-alley beggar thug, pickpocketing to survive.
It wasn't sustainable, but even reincarnators don't just die off.
A child richly blessed by the divine.
Surprisingly, I had a talent others lacked! A priest visiting the alleys for charity and outreach stroked my head and said that.
"This child might have the qualities of a saint," she added.
...My heart pounded like crazy hearing that. Saint. Ah, such a pure, beautiful ring to it.
I didn't need anything else. By then, I'd figured out how this world worked enough to know the prestige priests commanded.
After years scraping by in alleys since arriving, light finally dawned on my path.
Of course I'd think that.
Thank you, God.
That was when faith in the Sun Church sprouted in me. A corrupt, selfish seed, sure, but so what?
Humble beginnings lead to grand ends. As the scriptures of my past life said.
Even if my faith started twisted, I'd live a proper priestly life.
With that resolve, I followed my benefactor eagerly.
My beggar pals cursed that not all priests are pure, maybe it'd be for weird experiments....
But luckily, she truly was an impeccable priest.
For instance, within the Sun Church, she's called "the Foolish One"—but not as an insult.
She's so upright, incorruptible, inspiring admiration like the Fool archetype that she's dubbed "the Foolish One."
...Anyway, the story veered to my benefactor, but back to the point.
Right. So, reincarnator Evan Lane entrusted himself to the Sun Church around age twelve.
Started as a low priest for two years, showed divine power talent and rose to high priest for another two. By sixteen, officially selected as one of the Saint Candidates.
A rocket ride up the ranks. Unprecedented growth in divine power helped.
Unlike my harsh childhood, the world started looking beautiful bit by bit.
My benefactor Israfeel—who'd cared for me, an orphan in past and present life, like a parent, mentor, even siblings.
Not just her presence, but church life overall satisfied.
Only issue: never made close friends my age....
But who cares?
First few years, I tried socializing hard, but now I'd half-given up long ago.
Friends? As if.
Israfeel's worried glances, treating me like her troubled little brother, hurt—but what could I do?
Blame the highborn cartel kids who saw commoners like trash.
Damn bastards.
And joining the few commoner groups? They shunned me as orphan beggar trash anyway.
At least proving skill wasn't hard.
So just coast, climb fast, snag a spot in the Sun Church.
That mindset for Saint Candidate duties.
And four years passed.
"...Damn it."
I sensed the slump hitting.
Why the hell does divine power have slumps?
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