Saint's Prison - Chapter 51

Overlapping Voices

I hold Amal close.

She rubs her face against my chest and wraps her arms around my back.

“…Andy-sama.”

“Hmm, what is it?”

“I am devoted only to you.”

Amal smiles, seemingly lonely.

It seemed as though she didn’t realize she was smiling.

“If I am allowed… No, even if I’m not allowed.”

Her cold body…

I press my body against hers, without any gaps, as if to warm her.

“Please let me stay by your side…”

I heard overlapping voices.

There was only one Amal. I thought it was a strange expression. I must be tired.

I looked at Amal. Why do I feel this sense of unease? She’s Amal, no matter how I look at her. The scent of a blooming flower, a ripe fruit. Amal’s scent. A reassuring, familiar smell.

An ambiguous sense of discomfort. She’s Amal, yet she’s not. I just feel an increasing sense of impatience.

“Amal, you…”

As I tried to continue the sentence…

Suddenly, I felt dizzy.

My vision distorted.

It flickered on and off.

I couldn’t stop shivering.

My consciousness was rapidly fading.

Ah, this is when I lose consciousness, I thought detachedly.

I couldn’t stand anymore and leaned on Amal.

For some reason, Amal laughed happily in the darkness.

“…I swear eternal love, and I obey you, and I will protect you.”

In the darkness, only that voice was heard clearly.

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“Where is this…”

My consciousness awakened.

Looking around, I was in a familiar room. My bedroom.

Amal is sleeping next to me, holding my arm.

…Was that a dream?

I gently untangle Amal’s hand and slowly sit up.

I sighed to calm myself down.

I wiped the sweat on my cheek with my clothes.

After wiping, I wondered…

…Am I wearing clothes?

That’s right.

If that was a dream, I should be naked. I fell asleep naked after holding Amal last night. So, if I’m wearing clothes, that’s a contradiction. I must have put on clothes when I left here. That’s the only way to think about it.

…So, did that really happen?

I look at Amal.

She’s sleeping soundly, breathing cutely. The unease I felt in the corridor is not there. She’s the usual Amal.

When I lift the blanket, her transparent white body is revealed. The first thing I see is her ample breasts. Her tight waist accentuates them even more.

Did Amal carry me here when I lost consciousness? But, I can’t imagine she could do that with such thin arms.

She called someone to carry me. Normally, that would be the case, but due to the vow, the people of the monastery can’t talk to Amal.

(Then, how did…)

I watched Amal for a while. After some time, Amal woke up.

“Hmm, yawn… Andy-sama.”

“Ah, good morning.”

“Hyan, good morning.”

She wriggles.

Following that, her breasts bounce. The two pink peaches are clearly visible. Of course, she’s not wearing anything on top or bottom.

…So erotic!

it’s cute.

“Hey, Andy-sama.”

“Hmm, what’s up?”

“Every morning… The first person I see is Andy-sama, and I feel so happy.”

“Ahh, I see. Well, thank you.”

“I love you. I love you. I want to push you. Andy-sama, mm.”

She closes her eyes and offers her lips. A silent request for a kiss.

When I place a hand on her chin and tilt it upward, I lightly overlay my lips on hers. Then, Amal happily rubs her lips and nibbles.

Ah, it’s no use. She’s too cute.

I glanced at the window. It’s still dim, and the full dawn has not yet arrived. There’s plenty of time. I decided to give in to my desire immediately. Once I made the decision, my body agreed. I hurriedly undress. Then, I stroke Amal’s cheek and plead.

“…Hey, is it okay? I’m sorry to ask this in the morning, but I can’t stand it anymore.”

Hearing that, Amal smiles gently.

She wraps her arms around my neck and lightly kisses my nose. A lip sound, “Chu,” can be heard. And then, she showed a smile indicating that she accepts everything.

“Okay, go ahead. I am your woman. Anytime, anywhere, please enjoy me to your satisfaction.”

I couldn’t help it and covered her with a rush. I tried to shake off the previous night’s Amal and etch the current Amal into my memory.

Escapism is extreme.

But I couldn’t help but do so.

The girl’s voluptuous voice echoed in the room.