The miner sucked Rosé’s lips and nibbled on her protruding n*pple. The soft flesh quickly turned rough.
The man who painfully sucked on her lower lip couldn’t help but bite into the n*pple. But soon, he was replaced.
“Each person gets five minutes! Once you’ve sucked enough, move aside!”
The next in line was Belric, a thirty-five-year-old widower. Although he looked intimidating with coal dust all over him, his deep emerald eyes revealed that he had been a handsome man since birth.
It was his first time looking at a woman’s bare chest since losing his wife. In an instant, the face of his beloved wife disappeared.
“Ah… Saintess.”
The pure saintess, who had never embraced a man even once, stood before him. Despite that, a sense of guilt for getting an er*ect*on, along with a desire to defile her, surged within him.
Belric gathered both of her br*asts together and pressed his face between the valley.
Her abundant br*ast fat cleansed his face thoroughly like holy water. She was a woman sent by God for him.
“I will do anything for you, Saintess.”
“Huff, huh!”
The saintess’s plump lips were swallowed in an instant. Belric, holding her br*ast, pushed his tongue deep into her throat.
It was overwhelmingly forceful, enough to push her head back. Saliva overflowed in her mouth. Eventually, unable to contain it all, it trickled down to the breastbone.
“Ha, haa… No, stop!”
Belric’s hot breath settled heavily on her chin. Saliva continued to flow over his tongue. Not only her lips, but even her cheeks, were covered in the man’s saliva.
Without even a moment to think it was dirty, his tongue slipped in. Beyond her palate, it went in deep enough to block the airway.
“Hmmh, uh, huuh…!”
“Hooh, well done… haa, keep going like that.”
Belric rewarded Rosé, who struggled to endure his tongue, by sucking on her br*ast, as if giving her praise. The plump flesh squished messily in his large hand.
“Haa, next time I will embrace you, Saint.”
His time with her was up. When he pulled away his lips, sticky saliva stretched out like a thread.
Rosé’s resisting pupils clouded over. It was clear that she had also enjoyed this filthy kiss.
“Huh… hmmng.”
Rosé staggered as she looked at the long line in front of her. Over twenty people had lined up.
‘Surely I don’t have to kiss each of them for five minutes…’
As she thought it couldn’t be true, the next man in line grabbed her br*ast.
Aahng!
The man pressed his er*ect c*ck against her belly. He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her chin.
The twenty-year-old man couldn’t hide his ar*usal. Breathing like an animal, he pushed his tongue in from the beginning.
“Huh, hmph! Hummh!”
Oh, the saintess’ n*pple is standing. How cute. The miner mumbled as he sucked on her lower lip vigorously. His er*ect c*ck pressed against her from below.
Her panties were soaked from how excited she was. Rosé panicked and tried to pull her hips back, but she was quickly held in place.
“Did you grow your br*asts like this to share them with men?”
“Huh, ahng!”
“Is that also God’s will? To grow the saintess’ br*asts?”
The br*asts squished ungracefully under his rough touch. The man sucked on her protruding n*pple with his fingertips.
With her br*asts this big bouncing around, I don’t know how the priests managed to endure it all this time. Maybe they just sucked on her br*asts during worship all along. Even though they’re priests, they’re still men after all.
“Next time it will be me who gets inside you. Saintess. Do you understand?”
Rosé looked up at the man with dizzy eyes. The opponent changed once again.
The man with abnormally large chest muscles wasn’t handsome, but he was so rugged that you would think he was an ogre if not for his appearance.
“Sir Miner, please, huh, let me rest a little.”
Exhausted, Rosé pleaded as she clung to the man’s arm. Due to the rapid succession of miners coming on her, her lips and n*pples were too numb.
But the man gave no response. He just pushed his tongue into her ear and squeezed her b*ttocks tightly.
“Ah! Ahhng!”
His thick fingers teased the crack on her a$s while touching her perineum. As soon as his sharp nails poked between the folds, they grazed against her cl*t.
Seeing how w*t she was getting made him think her p*ssy was getting excited. He estimated the position of her cl*toris and teased the hole. His middle finger slipped into her v*gina along with the fabric.
“Aahng! Aaaahng! No!”
The man held onto Rosé with one arm as she collapsed and wiggled his finger roughly. Some people crowded around to watch.
As the cloth pushed inside and got wedged tightly in her v*gina, Rosé trembled with weak legs and tears streamed down her face.
“Huh, ahng, hmmng, please… Sir Miner…”
Even without anyone saying anything, the miner pulled out the fabric from inside Rosé’s v*gina. The fabric was soaked in a round shape. The scent of her p*ssy filled the air.
“You’d like me to scratch your hole, right? Spread your legs wider.”
“Sir Miner… Huh..”
Rosé grabbed the miner’s shoulders and slowly spread her legs. As he kneaded her b*ttocks like kneading dough, he pulled aside her p*bic hair soaked in w*tness. The moment everyone saw her dripping w*t p*bic hair exposed, they collectively held their breaths.
“F*ck… it’s dripping down.”
As he inserted a finger deeply into her p*ssy, it seemed as if he was waiting for something; a trickle of juices dripped heavily. His index finger also entered alongside his middle finger into her p*ssy. Her tight inner walls squeezed his fingers tightly as he pushed them out of the hole.
Rosé’s mind became hazy. She felt good; that was all she could think about.
“Huh… ahng! Sir Miner… My p*ssy… feels weird…!”
“I’m going faster now. Hold onto my shoulders properly.”
As soon as Rosé hugged the miner’s shoulders, his fingers began to move roughly back and forth. Fl*ids burst out as he rubbed against her perineum.
Her inner walls contracted sharply. As his rough bumps rubbed against them, water gushed out profusely. The area around her v*gina became red with congestion due to the rapid back-and-forth movement. It felt hot down there. Tears began to well up from the fullness of sensation.
“Aahhng! Ahhng! I’m going to come. Sir Miner… Huh…!”
As she approached cl*max, Rosé shook her hips vigorously on her own. But the man’s turn ended here.
The man kissed her cheek as if to say, ‘endure a bit longer’ then turned aside. Soon after, a new miner embraced Rosé in his arms.
“Do you want me to suck you, Saintess?”
“Please, Sir Miner….”
“Then lift your skirt so we can see your p*ssy hair.”
Ah, but…
Rosé hesitated as she looked at the miners staring at her intently. Each of them had a bulge in the front of their pants.
It felt like they would undo their pants buttons any moment and pounce on her. Their lecherous gazes were both menacing and enticing. She wanted to run away, but at the same time, she wished they would roughen her up quickly.
“Sir Miner… huh, hurry…”
Rosé finally complied, lifting the edge of her skirt. Even though her cl*toris wasn’t touched, it tingled as if electrified. Her hole throbbed, wanting to be licked.
“Lick it in the front, Sir Miner. Please…”
“F*ck. So this is a saintess.”
Despite his cursing, the man’s lips rose obscenely. The man who squatted as requested inserted two fingers into her v*gina and gently circled her cl*toris with his tongue.
Her p*ssy poured out the pent-up fl*id, and her cl*toris swelled up quickly.
“Ah… Sir Miner, I like it. Oh! It feels like I’m going to…!”
When she mentioned that she was about to cl*max, his fingers quickly moved up and down. Water splashed out. The onlookers chuckled as they watched the puddle forming on the floor.
“If that’s a saintess’s p*ssy juice, then isn’t it holy water? Those priest bastards must feast on it every day.”
“Those bastards probably drink it straight from the source, right? Just licking it makes them burst like that.”
“They must have eaten her out hundreds of times already. Some of us can’t even have one woman. Bastards.”
After that, the miners continued gossiping about the priests among themselves, but when they saw Rosé trembling uncontrollably, they held their breath.
She was on the verge of cl*max. Her hardened n*pple quivered in the air. Her b*ttocks trembled as if she had just peed.
“Did she just get f*cked without knowing whose it is?”
“I bet she likes it without even knowing whose d*ck it is.”
The miners waiting in line grumbled while chewing on tobacco leaves. Some had already lowered their pants in preparation.
Rosé belatedly regained her composure and lowered her skirt. The men were fidgeting with their pants in anticipation as they approached her.
This would disrupt business. She had only gathered ten sheets for each of them, so she couldn’t provide them with twenty sheets worth of service.
And now she would have to receive reviews and sell goods at the neighboring mine! Rosé warned the next man in line as she embraced him.
“Hey, ten sheets are for lips! It’s for lips!”
How did it come to this? Rosé pondered while calculating money in her head.
It started out as ordinary, like a coupon for a chicken restaurant, but now it had become a s*x mileage that could grace the front page of a newspaper.
‘No. Perhaps it’s a good opportunity?’
Yes. Let’s try to think positively. Sell goods, gain stats. It could even make up for the declining stats from job activities.
“I need to collect twenty slips to allow my service! Do you understand!”
Rosé wiped her saliva-stained lips and shouted. Seeing them lining up again, it seemed like they understood her words well.
The miners took turns following the order and kissed Rosé’s lips. And after two hours had passed, Rosé’s lips became moist like ripening apricots.
Only after having her n*pples quickly sucked by the next man could Rosé regain her empty bag back.
‘It was a fulfilling day, indeed…’
With darkening eyes, Rosé looked up at the setting sun. The day was fading away like that.
This was the arduous life of a laborer.
Rosé headed home, covering her w*t a$s. Her empty bag swayed along with her b*ttocks.
* * *
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
