Chapter 83.1 – The Last Sacrament

「Hmm, hmmmm…..」

Drained as if her batteries had run out.

Lying on the round pink bed, Ria’s eyes gradually regain light.

It looks like she has woken up.

「So, Asama’s descent is over?」

「Looks like it.」

The round bed with pink sheets was no longer rotating.

I’m sure I’m already familiar with Ria’s underwear but, why does it look strangely lustrous?

「Haa, so this is what it means to break the psychological resistance to women.」

「What’s the matter with you?」

I started to feel erotic!

「No, it’s nothing. Are you feeling okay?」

「Yes, I feel better than ever. You have completed the sacrament and now, you are a certified first-class hero. You can even compete with Archbishop Nicholas. Takeru will also feel the overflowing power.」

Yeah, I can already feel that overflowing power you are talking about but my lower body is kind of congested.

This isn’t good. Ria, who’s only wearing underwear, has reached out to me while those are swaying.

「Can you pull me up?」

「No, get up yourself.」

Ria’s teary eyes intertwine with my gaze. I can see the pattern. If I try to pull her hand up, she’ll just pull me down.

And yet, I can’t help but touch Ria’s hands, which are as smooth as white porcelain.

My heart, which was always cool, is acting like a man in puberty.

My heart starts to race. The more I try not to let her know what’s happening to me, the more my breathing becomes ragged, and I’m even sweating cold.

Even with her bra on, Ria’s chest is overflowing and I can’t help but stare at it. I wonder what her cup size is.

I know how Ria feels, how pleasant will it be if I touch those soft flesh with my fingers sinking on them?

「Damn it, devil inside me, go away!」

「W-what’s wrong? Takeru….」

Ria held my forehead with her hand and seemed to be a little taken back with my battle with lust.

It’s your goddess’ fault!

No, it’s not Asama’s fault. Perhaps I’ve always been a helpless erotic guy.

The faint scent of a woman rises from Ria’s skin, mingling with the scent of beeswax. That made me can’t get the naughty pink fantasy out of my head.

I sigh. I guess I’ve been taking it easy so far.

Anyway, if Ria finds out about my current state of mind, it could be fatal. I have to get out of this danger zone as soon as possible.

「I can’t open it….」

「I don’t think it was locked.」

Maybe it took quite a lot of physical strength to let Asama use her body. When she got up from the bed, her voice was a little cozy.

I push and pull the door but I won’t even budge.

She said she’s going to lock me in for a certain amount of time but, how long exactly?

If Ria found out about my situation, there is a high possibility that I would be attacked. And if she does, I’m not sure if I can resist anymore.

「Help me think how to open it. Don’t you want to get out?」

「Ah, Takeru is kind of aggressive today.」

No, I just can’t get out.

It’s important to pretend that I can still afford to stay here so I sat down on the bed, pretending to be as calm as possible. Ria sat down next to me.

「It’s a shame that this room is only used for ceremonies.」

「Yeah. I can say that this is the perfect room for lovers to whisper love with each other in peace. The bed is nice and fluffy too.」

As usual, what Ria is saying sounds inexplicable. Where did the pretense of a holy room go?

It’s my evil heart that makes Ria’s tone sound so lovely and seductive.

「Takeru, actually, I’m not sure if I should point it out but it has been ongoing for a while.」

「What?」

「Should I really say it?」

「Just say it.」

「Well, the front of your pants is….」

「Whoah!」

The front of my pants, which I usually wear, is in “hard” trouble.

I thought that she was going to attack me but Ria’s cheeks flush red, and she even played with her fingers.

「I guess it was good that I set out the mood. The sacrament is over but if Takeru says otherwise, I’m ready.」

「Ahh….kill me」

I’m disappointed with myself to react this much to Ria’s underwear.

My heart could endure but I’m not sure about my body.

「Ah, I’m fine so get dressed.」

「Ah, the wings haven’t disappeared yet so I can’t wear them.」

There are still white silver wings that Asama had sprouted on Ria’s back.

It’s true that she won’t be able to wear clothes with those wings. I wonder how angels live.

「However, they are beautiful wings. It’s an honor for me to be able to wear the holy wings of Asama.」

Ria came in front of me, asking me to look at her wings.

They are beautiful wings. They have a mystical tint on them and if an ordinary woman were to wear them, they would look like they are cosplaying. They look great on Ria, who has the innocent beauty of an angel when she’s not talking.