Thank You For Being Trash

Chapter 68: After Everything Is Over (4)

The lower priests bowed their heads and greeted Kamiki in unison. Kamiki stopped the lower priests from bowing with a gesture, and he lifted my face from the floor with his tiptoe.

“Prayer is showing sincerity with the body. It’s not like you get it while lying on the floor.”

As he beckoned to me, he lifted the cloth of his priest uniform and showed his erect p*nis. I slowly approached him and lowered my entrance to his genitals. I chased pleasure, shaking my body in his genitals that stabbed deep.

“Ha-aht…. hang. Hahk! Hu-uht.”

Even the slightest movement made his genitals pierce deep into ecstasy. I put my hand on Kamiki's shoulder and shook my body while he let out a quick breath and put on a troubled face.

“Ah, I am not the one to pray for today.”

I closed my eyes and continued to work on my waist. I couldn't hear him. In fact, I didn't even have to listen to him.

“Huhng… huht. Ah! Ah—!"

“Kuu… hoo. For the person who would become the Empress revealed this… It's a curse of the empire. Since you’re to be so lewd like this, the child to be born may not be the Emperor's child. ”

It was an insulting remark. Nonetheless, I let go of the obscene words he uttered at the pleasure that ran through my body.

It wasn't even that psychologically damaging.

Kamiki raised his hand and pulled my chest. Strength entered my body, he tightened and loosened the bottom, chewing on his p*nis as he let out a long wet breath.

“It's also a lascivious and wonderful body.”

As he stood up, my body tilted at the sudden movement before he grabbed me with one hand, and I fell. He stuttered and pressed his lips to my chest. When he chewed on the n*pple carefully and raised it from the bottom to the top, I reached a climax once with the stimulation that came from above.

As I trembled on top of him, Kamiki lifted me up and pulled me off him.

Perhaps he hadn't finished, his pillar was still bulging. He pushed me, drooping from ecstasy, onto someone else. Fumbling hands ran over my body. He grabbed me by the waist and brought me down to his erect p*nis.

Grabbing my thighs, he lifted me up little by little from the bottom. Having already reached my climax, my strength was relieved and I buried my face in the shoulder of an unknown priest.

“May God bless you.”

Kamiki bowed with his hands together and stimulated the n*pple. My body became tense again. He held the buds with both hands and turned it.

At the same time, the sharp stimulation felt at the place where it was being squeezed, running tension over my body. He bit and licked the n*pple that stood upright with his lips while I put my finger under it and gently stimulated myself.

Excitement flared up again. I began to move in pursuit of the lack of stimulation.

“<>Uh…”

“Prayer, sincerely!”

He urged me to move, eyes twinkling like fanatics, and I hurriedly shook my back at the vague stimulation I felt from below. It felt good to be filled inside. The fanaticism that had been unpleasant was erased by pleasure.

I let out a quick breath and moved.

“Huhng…uht! Ung—annh!"

The squelching sound, breathing and groaning filled the room.

Kamiki brought the holy water that had filled under the stone statue and slowly poured it over my body. Soon, a priest below came deeply inside, and I had s*x with a priest in another prayer room and received s*men inside my body.

Then, I had s*x with another person.

When I opened my eyes, I was already in Kamiki's bedroom and he made me stand on the railing of the terrace as my legs trembled mercilessly.

It was a moonless night.

He pulled out the anal beads stuck in my buttocks, and as the things that had been stuck for a long time fell out, I reached a light climax. The male priests' s*men, which I had received today, was continuously pushed out along with the bursting juice.

“Today’s prayer was perfect. Then, tomorrow too.”

Kamiki laughed.

The second day was also a series of such s*. Whether he was trying to humiliate me or if the purification ceremony was really going on like this, all the priests behaved like that, so I didn't know which one was the truth.

I just gave up thinking. After all, what remained for me was a thrilling pleasure. I had s*x without thinking.

So did the third day.

He brushed my cl*toris, which was swollen from frequent s*x, before licking his lips under the spurting love liquid.

Starting from there, he rode to my stomach to my chest and my fingertips. Kamiki, who licked every inch of my body, even the anal, hugged me and put me in a bathtub filled with holy water. After taking off his priest uniform, he followed me and hugged me from behind.

An erect p*nis reached my rear.

“S*x in holy water purifies to the depths.”

As the body was filled, holy water and his pillar were pushed into my entrance. Every time he moved, holy water overflowed inside. It was barely overflowing and rocked inside.

“Huhng…uht—! Aang! Ah!"

The splashing sound filled the bathroom.

I felt strange about his genitals coming in and out with the holy water, so I pulled myself out.

Was Kamiki intentionally trying to fill up the holy water inside? He pulled it out deeply and put it in at once, and the holy water overflowed inside. He then grabbed my arm as I was trying to escape and pulled me in.

“Not everything has been washed inside.”

That was how he spurred his waist again until he came inside. He came inside, and I thought it was over. I reached out my hand to the end of the tub and tried to get out. However, Kamiki hugged me by the waist and inserted his finger into the anal.

“There is still one place left.”

It was a series of s*x without knowing why.

On the fourth day, the body of God they claimed was the s*men of priests. I swallowed the s*men endlessly like that. The taste was so sweet that it was worth eating. And on the fifth day, I had s*x with Kamiki to show off to people around me to prove my sincerity.

Half of the purification ritual was s*x. We had s*x again and had a beastly time. It seemed that among the priests here, there was no one who did not sleep with me.

It was eventually the last day.

Even on the last day, I was busy moaning under Kamiki. Even when the prayer room door burst open, he was busy moving his waist as if he didn't care who was coming. They were all in cahoots anyway, so I didn't care who came in either.

“The last blessing is a kiss.”

The corners of Kamiki's mouth went up in an arc.

“Ha.”

A low laugh.

It sounded familiar.

When I turned my head, I could see Distria standing there with his eyes shimmering with anger. He pulled out the sword hanging from his waist. He used it to cut through the air. The person with eyes wet with excitement collapsed.

Blood soaked my chest.

Behind the open door, the priests followed him with quick steps. No one could easily open their mouths to the tragedy that had already occurred.

Distria took off his robe and put it on me before lifting me up.

“God is watching. Fear that he won't forgive you—"

Distria swung his sword before one priest had finished speaking.

Drop, roll.

The head fell off. He covered my eyes with one hand.

"Declare war on Michaelo Temple."

An angry voice came out of his mouth as he laughed bitterly.

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Before leaving the temple, Distria killed all the priests he met. They prayed every day and didn't even know how to hold a sword, so their pure white priest uniform was stained with blood.

He put matters in his hands. The two escorts he assigned to me who brought me to the inn were also cut in the head in an instant, along with the maids who were in charge of my clothes and hair makeup.

Red blood soaked the floor.

Distria rubbed his forehead with one hand.

“Arne. Who has treated you carelessly?”

He grabbed me by the shoulders as the temple became an uproar. I heard the sound of hasty footsteps. When I tilted my head to look at him and smiled, he let out a deep sigh. He left me at the inn and went out the door.

The look on his back looked dangerous.

As I tried to hold on to Distria, my weak legs collapsed. I looked to the side. Four corpses, who had met a cold death, were lying on the cold floor, unable to close their eyes. They were the ones who smiled and moved for me until just yesterday.

“Uhh… uugh.”

I didn't want to be in the same room as them. I wanted to hold the doorknob and open the door. I smelled blood. It seemed that the outside of the door was blocked by something solid, but as I tried hard to open it, it wouldn't open.

I knocked on the door with a thud.

“Huff…”

I didn't want to be here because I didn't feel anything about their deaths. When I saw myself unable to react when I saw a dead body, I got a sense of shame.

I knocked on the door again.

Some screams were heard outside the door. Somehow, the expected result made me gulp in silence. It was a time when I was immersed in pleasure. Although there was coercion, it was true that I felt good. My hand holding the doorknob trembled before eventually letting go of the doorknob.

Why did he prevent me from trying to live a life immersed in pleasure?

I stared blankly at the door as I leaned against the door and waited for Distria to come. I brought my legs together and buried my face in my lap.

Time passed and a small chuckle came.

Footsteps walking were approaching here, and Distria opened the door. The scent of blood wafted through the door. The blood-soaked Distria approached me. There were bloodstains as he walked towards me.

…How could he do this to me?

“I killed them all, Arne.”

He held out his hand.

Distria stared blankly at his outstretched hand though I didn't even think of taking his hand. I just blankly looked at the hand that was out to me.

“Ah… uh.”

I couldn't imagine how many lives those bloody hands took.

Drip.

Blood dripped from his fingertips. Behind him stood two men who appeared to be his escort knights as blood also dripped from the tips of their swords and eventually created a puddle.

They were still alive until just yesterday.

I grabbed the clothes that Distria had put on me, and I pursed my lips. I wondered if I had the right to say that to myself.

I bit my lips.

I didn’t hold his hand as I grabbed the bed and got up myself.

“Why…”

“Arne.”

“I am fine. It doesn't matter if I sleep with someone.”

I faced Distria. Was this because my overworked legs were trembling in pain, or was I trembling in fear…?

“You made me like this.”

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