How many times had I climaxed? The room was filled with the scent of lust. I crawled out of bed and grabbed a water pitcher from the table. The ceramic pitcher held clear water that sloshed gently. After repeated bouts of sex, it felt like all the moisture had been drained from my body. I guzzled the water, feeling it slide down my throat.
Finally catching my breath, I turned to the bed.
"Hah... ugh..."
Erina writhed on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her hips fully exposed as she moaned. Between her legs, pink flesh pulsed obscenely. White fluid trickled down her thighs—my handiwork.
Was it the third time? Or the fourth? By then, Erina had lost all reason, reduced to moans as she surrendered her body to me.
"Haa..."
Erina tried to lift herself, gripping the pillow, but collapsed again. As she strained her legs, semen flowed backward, streaming down her thighs. Watching this, I felt a stir in my loins once more.
Without hesitation, I climbed back onto the bed and grabbed Erina's firm buttocks. Her elastic flesh reshaped itself under my touch, molding into a perfect form. Her parted lips quivered, tempting me. I thrust into her without delay.
"Ahh... hmm..."
Erina trembled, lifting her waist slightly, but offered no further resistance. Could she even remember this moment? To me, she was no more than a sex toy. Her waist, drained of strength, was forced to rise and fall in sync with my movements.
"Hikk... hek... haakk... haa... eek... aah... ugh..."
Erina gasped, her body twitching with each moan. With every thrust, her walls tightened around me. Truly, she was the ultimate pleasure. My already hypersensitive member was on the brink of release. I slammed into her once more, climaxing deep inside her.
"Aahh... ugh... ah... aah..."
Erina buried her face in the pillow, her moans fading into a whimper. Her smooth spine glistened with sweat. I swallowed hard. This couldn't go on. Seeing her face buried in the pillow, I felt another stir in my loins. She was a temptress, a demon in human form.
I quickly cleaned myself and donned my priest robes. I covered the nearly unconscious Erina with a blanket and left the room. If I'd stayed any longer, I would've gone at it again. Sex was great, but I needed to take care of my health too.
I rushed to the bathhouse. As I soaked in the tub, the reality of what I'd done to Erina sank in. Last night still felt like a vivid dream. Her face, reluctantly yielding; her arms and legs clinging to me as she moaned; her jawline quivering with each climax. Even in the bath, my arousal wouldn't subside, so I splashed water on myself to cool down.
I had to scrub myself in the bath for a long time to get rid of the scent. Only then could I finally go to bed.
****
The next day, the territory began full-scale restoration efforts. Siri and Ira, the accounting officers, were busy drafting estimates for the reconstruction funds to be sent to the royal palace. I, too, was swamped, sorting through the influx of refugees from neighboring territories.
The recent revival of the Demon King and the subsequent monster invasion had devastated several nearby territories. Some had lost their homes entirely, and in the worst cases, even their lords had perished. Displaced citizens were scattering in all directions, seeking refuge.
Guards and knights patrolled regularly during this chaotic period, wary of potential attacks on the village. The pile of refugee documents sent by the guards was already towering. I sifted through the papers, separating the necessary refugees from the useless ones.
For instance, an 89-year-old would be discarded—unable to farm or contribute labor. But a 20-year-old could be put to use anywhere, so they'd be accepted. Able-bodied citizens were assets, one by one.
However, sorting them by such criteria conflicted with my role as the High Priest of the Grand Divine Church, a position that demanded compassion for the weak. As the High Priest, I couldn't openly reject the elderly or disabled. Our territory, being the southern headquarters of the Grand Divine Church, attracted those who believed I would accept them when other territories would not.
If I expelled the elderly and disabled here, accepting only the young for labor, the reputation of the Grand Divine Church would plummet. Building a reputation takes years, but destroying it takes mere seconds.
As the High Priest, the donations and upkeep funds were too substantial to forfeit. Caught between principle and practicality, I agonized over my decision.
Knock, knock, knock.
Just then, someone knocked on the door. I thought it was Siri.
"Who is it?"
".....It's me."
"Ah, Princess."
An unexpected visitor appeared. I'd been deep in thought about principles and practicality, but now I decided tonight's task would be to ravish her. With over 100 strength points, lifting an elf like her would be child's play.
Erina glared at me, her face flushed.
"What is it?"
"...You're a despicable, lecherous man."
"The Princess enjoyed it too, didn't she?"
"I, I never enjoyed it! You're spouting nonsense. How could you treat someone like that, like a—like a dog..."
"Like a dog?"
"Like dogs mating—forcing me to get on all fours..."
"I distinctly remember you shouting, 'Harder!' Was I mistaken?"
".....You misheard."
"I see. So, what brings you here today? Morning sex is a bit inconvenient."
"Don't think I'm here for your filthy antics!"
Erina shouted, her face bright red, as if she might explode. I was in the middle of processing documents, so I asked firmly. Unless it involved the bed, Erina was exhausting to deal with, so I needed to be decisive. With the pile of work before me, the sooner she left, the better.
"So, what's the matter?"
"Th, that... um..."
"What?"
"I... I'm not as filthy as you saw yesterday... It was... it was just too disgusting, so I... shouted..."
Erina still refused to admit she'd surrendered to me. I wanted to crush her pride completely. I organized the documents and asked casually,
"But we'll continue, right?"
Erina hesitated, then nodded, her lips trembling with embarrassment, though her eyes glared at me.
"Y, yes..."
"It's work, after all."
"Right... it's work..."
Erina looked disgusted, still unhappy about having to sleep with a half-elf like me. But once a line is crossed, it's crossed again and again.
As Erina turned to leave, she noticed the pile of documents and asked,
"What are you so engrossed in?"
"Lately, many refugees are arriving in the territory. I'm sorting them."
"Sorting? You mean selecting?"
"Yes. The more non-working population, the greater the burden on the territory."
Non-working populations generally have fewer assets. Refugees unable to work have even fewer. Since they can't work, the assets they can bring are limited.
"The High Priest of the Grand Divine Church selecting refugees—the heavens must be laughing."
"My role as a lord takes precedence over my role as High Priest. If the territory falls, the southern Grand Divine Church falls too. The refugees at the territory's borders already exceed our capacity."
"I never knew you to be such a cruel man."
"Did you know me?"
It wasn't strange that Erina knew me. After all, she was acquainted with Peta Sirius, a former hero, and knowing a father means knowing something about his son.
"I knew your father. Naturally, I know about you. From what I've heard, you weren't this violent and vulgar. What changed you?"
"Violent and vulgar, you say."
I chuckled, but her words weren't entirely wrong.
Erina looked genuinely curious. I, too, was lost in thought. She was right—I was violent. Reflecting on my past life, I'd been a decent person.
I had a cute younger sister and worked hard, juggling a convenience store job and early morning newspaper delivery. I'd occasionally drink with friends and complain about life, but people called me kind.
Thinking back, even I doubted myself.
Why am I so violent now?
"Well, does a person need a special reason to change? They can change for trivial reasons too. Haven't you ever had a bad day just because the morning coffee was terrible?"
"If your change can be explained by something so trivial, I wouldn't have asked."
"Expecting others to understand what I can't explain myself is selfish."
"Fine. You're a strange person."
Erina shook her head and left. The door closed, and I returned to my work. I mixed in a few elderly refugees inconspicuously and finalized the list of accepted refugees.
I drafted a letter to the Grand Divine Church, explaining that due to territorial circumstances, we couldn't accept all refugees. The work was so hectic that I soon forgot why I'd become so violent.