2.1

For several days, Helena frequented the treatment room, tending to the minor injuries or illnesses of the villagers. She also engaged in light conversations with Isaac, occasionally brushing his shoulder in a playful attempt at seduction.  

“W-what are you doing…?”  

“There was some dust on you.”  

When Helena replied nonchalantly, Isaac’s reddened face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, which she found adorable. For her, Isaac still seemed like a child, even though he was now a grown man.  

One day, as they walked down the corridor together, Helena subtly brushed her hand against Isaac’s. Startled, he quickly pulled his hand back and hid it behind him.  

“W-why my hand…?”  

“Oh my, it was just a passing touch while walking, but you’re treating me like a pickpocket? That hurts my feelings.”  

“That’s not what I meant.”  

His flustered reaction as he tried to explain himself made him appear so innocent, almost enough to make her want to tease him more.  

“So, does that mean I can hold your hand?”  

Helena took his hidden hand and clasped it tightly in both of hers. Isaac, unable to pull away, simply let his hand fidget in her grasp. He truly looked adorable.  

As their relationship seemed to grow closer, Helena thought of a small but clever move to take things further. Although it was a rather traditional tactic, it was surprisingly effective: the classic “falling into a man’s arms” strategy.  

Helena, carrying a box of herbs, noticed Isaac approaching the treatment room. Pretending to trip over something, she staged a fall.  

“Ah!”  

“Huh?”  

Both of them tumbled together, and though it would have been perfect if their lips had accidentally collided, Isaac’s sturdy lower body prevented such an outcome. Holding the herb box in one hand, he instinctively wrapped his other arm around Helena’s waist as she fell into his embrace. Startled, he quickly stepped back from her.  

“I-I-I’m so sorry!”  

“Oh… it’s fine. Thank you for catching me.”  

Isaac, his face flushed red, fumbled to hand the herb box back to her. His trembling hands caused the lid of the box to rattle slightly. The softness and warmth of a woman’s body, which he had embraced for the first time, left an indelible impression on him. Realizing he’d entertained an impure thought, his heart raced wildly.  

“H-here it is…!”  

As Isaac handed over the box, the rattling sound of the lid betrayed his nervousness. Helena chuckled softly at the sight but also felt a tinge of frustration.  

“Isaac.”  

“Yes?”  

“You’ve been told you’re clueless about women, haven’t you?”  

“H-how did you know?”  

Placing her hand over his trembling one, Helena felt the warmth of his palm spread through her own.  

“Because you’re oblivious even when someone is openly trying to seduce you.”  

“W-what? Seduction?”  

Isaac blinked his deep green eyes slowly, as if trying to process her words.  

How long would it take to win over such an innocent priest and make him fall in love? 

Helena pondered this for a moment before deciding to employ her ultimate tactic.  

* * *  

On a night when only a thin crescent moon guarded the darkness, Isaac awoke to a gentle touch caressing his cheek. His vision was hazy, as if shrouded in mist, and his mind felt foggy, as though he were dreaming. Yet, the owner of the touch was unmistakably clear.  

Fiery red hair that flowed like dancing flames, eyes reminiscent of chocolate opals, and skin as pale as moonlight adorned with an enchanting smile.  

“Helena… Dr.…?”  

Isaac had thought that only Ippolita could possess such beauty, yet here he was, unknowingly calling out Helena’s name. The woman, whom he believed to be Helena, brushed her rose-red lips against his cheek, tickling him. Once again, the scent of roses wafted through the air, lingering at the tip of his nose.  

“Ugh…”  

His body, as if broken, felt heavy and immobile. Before he realized it, the woman had straddled him, leaning forward as she grazed her teeth along his neck. Through the thin fabric of his nightgown, he could feel the softness of her body. For the first time in his life, he experienced the sensation of his body heating up. He wondered if this was punishment for having embraced her earlier that day and entertaining improper thoughts.  

“P-please, stop.”  

As he exhaled a breath laden with heat, the woman raised her pale hands and began unbuttoning his nightgown, one button at a time. When his firm chest and well-defined abs were revealed, she slowly traced her fingers over them, savoring the sensation. Isaac struggled to comprehend what was happening.  

“It’s alright. This is just a dream.”  

Her low whisper almost made him believe her. Yet, it couldn’t possibly be real—it was inconceivable that Helena would climb to the second floor of the chapel at this late hour to engage in such behavior. When the woman cast aside her single layer of sleepwear, her pale, curvaceous n*ked body filled Isaac’s vision. At some point, his manhood, now fully er*ect, had risen beneath his undergarments. She seated herself atop him, her hips pressing against him.  

“Ah—still… this isn’t… right.”  

He furrowed his brows as he spoke, his voice strained by the dangerous stimulation. However, the woman ignored his protests, subtly moving her hips to intensify the sensation. With each movement, her bouncing chest tested the faith of even the most devout priest. Isaac wanted to close his eyes, but even that small act seemed beyond his control. He clenched his fists, or at least tried to, but his body refused to obey.  

“Isaac. Follow your instincts. It’s just a dream, isn’t it? Even the Goddess cannot see you here.”  

The sweet temptation, as intoxicating as the thickening scent of roses, finally broke his reason. As if possessed, he reached out and grabbed her chest. The arms that had felt as heavy as iron chains when resisting her now moved as lightly as feathers. Though a voice deep in his mind screamed that this was wrong, the soft, pliant sensation in his hands stirred a dark desire from the depths of his heart.  

“Ah—Isaac.” 

How could his name sound so lascivious? Isaac, responding to the seductive call, grasped her br*asts with both hands, playing with the pink, er*ect tips. Though it was his first time touching a woman in such a way, it felt strangely familiar, as if he had done it before. The more he touched her, the more she arched her back, seeking something from him. The pressure of her movements caused his manhood to throb, filled with blood and unbearably hot.  

“Hah…”  

Isaac, finding his previously heavy body suddenly light, sat up and licked the hardened peak he had been squeezing. Though no liquid flowed, he tasted a sweetness that seemed to linger on his tongue. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he licked and licked at the stiffened tip, his thirst growing until he began to suck on it as an infant might. It was as though he were savoring a fruit sweeter than the ripest peach in midsummer.  

“Ah, hngh—”  

The moans of the woman ringing in his ears only further disoriented Isaac’s mind. Though he was a Priest, he was still a man. Yet, he had never once reacted to the advances of women, leading him to believe he lacked any s*xual desire. No, he had thought that he had already dedicated his body and soul to the Goddess, leaving no room for such feelings. However, the appearance of this alluring stranger had undoubtedly awakened the lust he had long forgotten. The sheer intensity of his desire, even in a dream, was terrifying.  

“Hngh…!”  

As the constant teasing of one spot caused the peak to swell, he finally moved away from it, trailing his lips up her neck before capturing her lips. For some reason, touching her lips felt far more dangerous than when he had touched her chest.  

Their lips met and parted several times, creating wet smacking sounds. When her soft tongue slipped into his mouth, he was startled. But soon, he began to suck on it as though he would swallow it, and then explored her mouth with his own tongue.  

“Haa…”  

A moan escaped her lips, and a drop of saliva trickled from her mouth, sliding down her chin. After indulging in her lips for a long while, Isaac finally pulled away, only to push her down onto her back. This time, he was the one on top. Her red hair spread out across the bed, creating the illusion of the sun rising.  

“This really… is a dream, right?”  

“Of course. Don’t worry.”  

In this dreamscape, where even the Goddess could not dare to look, Isaac let go of the last shred of his reason. He cast aside his undergarments and positioned himself between her thighs. His gaze fell upon the red forest below her navel and the glistening valley slick with clear liquid.  

“Here—”  

When she used her hand to part the valley herself, pink flesh and a small cave revealed themselves. As Isaac tried to recall the act of intercourse he had only ever heard about, his instincts took over. Grasping his member in his hand, he brushed it against the entrance of her womanhood.  

“Yes, just like that—hngh…”  

The already well-lubricated entrance smoothly swallowed his member as if drawing it in. Inside her was slick with liquid, yet tight and burning hot. Pulling back slightly, he then thrust deeper into her, burying himself further.  

“Haaah…!”  

Her moans grew louder, and the wrinkled inner walls of her body clenched around him, gripping his member. The woman’s entire body trembled, seemingly overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion of something so large. Her legs, which had been dangling from her hips, wrapped around his waist, urging him to go even deeper. The snug, clinging sensation of her inner walls made him want to lose himself completely and thrust recklessly.  

“Haa… Helena…”  

She—Helena—looked lovingly at Isaac as he called her name. Her pheromones saturated the small room, and thanks to their hallucinatory effects, no one would be able to hear or see what was happening here. Not even the Goddess, who watched over all creation.  

“Hngh.”  

Isaac, now fully sheathed inside her, paused as if savoring the sensation before slowly beginning to move. Wet, squelching sounds echoed from where their bodies were joined. As the blood surged through his member, his desire became uncontrollable. Panting heavily, Isaac thrust deeper and harder.  

“Ah, ahh! Hngh…!”  

The fluids from their joined bodies mingled, and with each thrust, lewd sounds echoed throughout the room. Overwhelmed with arousal, Helena whispered breathlessly into Isaac’s ear, unable to suppress her scattered moans.  

Isaac, finding her legs wrapped around his waist uncomfortable, lifted them onto his shoulders and gently pinned her down. With the new position making it easier to move, he gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. His now fully swollen member pressed against the folds of her inner walls, brushing against them with every motion.  

“Hah, hngh! Ah! Hah, hhngh!”  

Somehow, he had found her most sensitive spot, and his heated member relentlessly rubbed against it. Her flushed lips spilled continuous moans of pleasure. Isaac, too, was driven by the unfamiliar ecstasy coursing through his body, chasing after its peak without direction. Far from subsiding, the sensation only burned hotter. Not knowing how to cool it, he was overcome with the primal urge to crush the entrance and stuff his entire length, including his sac, into her.  

*Thud! Thud! Thud!*  

“Ahh! Hngh, ah! Ngh!”  

“Khh.”  

The wet, squelching sounds gradually turned into the sound of flesh colliding, and what had started as careful movements had become rough and frenzied. Their excitement only intensified. Their body heat, already warm, became scorching, and their voices, caught in the grip of instinct, mingled to the point where it was impossible to distinguish whose moans were whose.  

Isaac released a torrent of s*men into the tight flesh that refused to let go of him. The pleasure of ej*culating inside a woman for the first time sent shivers down his spine.  

“Urgh—.”  

“Hngh…!”  

Almost simultaneously, the two reached their climax, clinging to each other as tightly as they could. Their hearts pounded wildly, as if they had been running without rest. Isaac, feeling another wave of desire rising within him, tried to move his still-embedded member, but the sharp sensation at his neck and the sudden darkness that overtook his vision stopped him.