Unlike the male protagonists, Bilau doesn't know my weaknesses or things to exploit.
Because I set it up roughly!
Besides, in what sense is he the most purely crazy in the story?
It was only the second day, but I was getting anxious. But I was used to the dark side and the human lie detector.
I'm not an amateur who expresses my emotions to this extent.
“Ouch, it tickles.”
I hid my distorted face with the excuse that it tickled.
But Bilau was so absorbed that he couldn't stop sucking my index finger.
“Ugh.”
He was holding my hand and making me extend my index finger to touch the base of his tongue.
The red tongue and the flesh inside the mouth were a little, actually quite stimulating.
The sight of a neat man with no desires at all coveting my fingers was much more tiring than I expected.
The priest's appearance was so serious that it almost seemed pious. If only he hadn't blushed and twitched his eyebrows, as if he were aware of it.
“Excuse me, priest.”
"Hmm..."
You punk, don't moan.
In the midst of all this, it was truly amazing to see Bilau open his mouth wide without even shedding a single drop of saliva.
“Hmm.”
Soon, a glimmer of joy began to rise across his kind-looking face, and the red alert was prepared to sound.
Don't let it cry.
I put my thumb into Bilau's mouth and pinched his tongue between my thumb and index finger.
“Ugh.”
The pain had definitely taken effect, as Bilau's eyes returned to focus.
“It tickles.”
I responded calmly, and he obediently bit my finger, which he had been sucking. Then he stood up.
“I see. It tickles...”
Unlike yesterday, Bilau, who didn't write down my reaction, opened the door and went out.
“Just a moment,” I said, trying to catch Bilau, but I saw it.
Something about the priest's robes was bulging out.
...Is this okay?
That night, Bilau came into the room late. In the morning, he smiled at me as if nothing had happened.
“...One hundred and seventy-nine, one hundred and eighty.”
The door opened three minutes after the priest left the room.
As expected, the hallway was quiet, and I quickly headed to the library.
“Welcome, God.”
The priest smiled at me and paid his toll by rubbing his lips hard with the palm of his hand.
“Don’t disturb me, yes?”
"Yes yes!"
The priest, whose focus had been lost, nodded hurriedly. I passed the priest, who had picked up his glasses that had fallen to the floor, and went up to the second floor, where the book I had been reading yesterday was located.
I searched through the data diligently, but nothing new came up.
It was just that the things I had been thinking about were put into print.
"Oh my god."
I sat down in my seat.
As I got more and more information about going home, and the more it became concrete in my head, I had to admit it.
This place is clearly a world within a book.
"However..."
What does that bastard, Bilau, plan to do with me?
“Did you ever say you would send me back?”
I realized it only after I said it.
That guy only said he would hide me; he never said he would help me get back.
Damn it.
I can't help but swear.
I quietly returned to my room, and fortunately, Bilau didn't seem to notice my departure.
The priest sucked my finger, then the next day he touched my arm, then the day after that, my foot... He looked at my body and touched it like this.
The alarm almost went off here and there, but luckily, I was able to get through it.
“It’s really amazing.”
“What is it?”
“You and I are both human, and yet we can be so different.”
This knowledge buff seemed incredibly pleased, and when I asked him for some wine, he readily brought me more. He even seemed curious about how I perceived wine.
“I will feed you today.”
He even offered to feed me.
“I can eat well by myself, right?”
“This is today’s observation topic.”
Bilau was already holding a spoon and a knife, so his words were a warning. It was uncomfortable, but it didn't really matter, so I nodded obediently.
Perhaps because of his calm disposition, the priest fed me food without spilling anything.
But it felt very different from when Shish fed me rice.
It's thrilling when Shish gently smiles and feeds me with his hand...but that's not important right now.
“The bread is really delicious today.”
I quickly changed the subject so as not to reveal my agitation.
The bread was actually really delicious. Unlike their usual plain bread, it was filled with cream. And it was even called corn cream bread?
“If you like it, I’ll bring you more.”
"Great."
I slowly spread out three fingers, then quickly spread out two more. The priest nodded, his eyes narrowed.
While Bilau went to get some bread, I emptied the bowl to prevent him from continuing to feed me.
“Did you eat too quickly?”
As I stared at the empty bowl, something caught my eye: a stack of papers containing Bilau's notes about me.
I glanced over it as it was spread out neatly on the table.
"Uh?"
Most of it was within the range of what I expected, but the day he sucked my thumb and today were a little different.
Since I was the subject of observation, I was the subject of the record, but in two cases, unlike other records, the subject was Bilau himself.
Especially the day he sucked my thumb showed me that the bulging front I saw wasn't an illusion, and the record from just now also had some strange content.
Why do you feel excited when you feed me?
Even when you see me eating and sleeping well, do you feel happy? Why?
What the heck, I feel like I'm being really bred.
"Ha..."
A deep sigh escaped me without my consent.
Shish, Dietrich, and Yuno also forced me to live a similar life, so this kind of life is not unfamiliar to me.
But perhaps it was because, except for my first encounter with Shish, I never felt my life in danger? I felt much more at ease than I do now.
Who set up Bilau as a scholarly priest who is good at night work?
Yeah, me.
Of course, the night is the most important thing in this novel! Why did you do that, my past self?
“Night work is the hardest. I miss seeing Shish.”
I covered my mouth at the story that came out without me knowing.
You want to see a man who is always trying to eat you?
I think I'm crazy.
I slapped myself on the cheek to bring me to my senses, and at that moment, Bilau came in.
“What are you doing?”
The priest came over in a hurry, put the bowl down on the table, and grabbed my wrist.
“You must have hit yourself so hard that your cheek swelled up so quickly... Please wait a moment.”
Bilau frowned and checked my condition, then sternly declared.
“You mustn't do anything like this again while I'm away. Do you understand?”
"Yes."
I nodded hurriedly, feeling like something big would happen if I didn't listen.
A moment later, Bilau arrived with cold water and a towel. He sighed softly and spoke in a warning tone.
“You brought this upon yourself.”
"Yes?"
“It means that I am irresistible when I touch you.”
After finishing speaking, Bilau cupped my healthy cheek with one hand and held a towel with the other. As the cool towel touched my cheek, my head felt clearer.
But Bilau, he's really handsome.
Compared to the three men who looked flashy, he looked plain, and I didn't think much of him, but when I saw him up close, he was really handsome.
Straight eyebrows set against transparent skin, slightly open lips, and a tongue visible between them.
I used to laugh out loud, saying that the best priest was the one who had a pure face but did evil things. Did I do well or badly?
I was laughing self-deprecatingly when something soft touched my cheek.
I was about to protest what was happening when a strange feeling took hold of me.
It's similar to how Yuno puts magic into it, but it feels subtly different.
“Just a moment!”
I hurriedly pushed Bilau away.
Magic doesn't work on my body. Then what about divine power?
Even if this knowledge-crazed man finds out, he will be even more stubborn towards me.
"I'm fine."
“But the most effective way to reduce swelling is with divine power.”
Bilau rose from his chair and approached me as I backed away. If I got caught, it would be over.
“That! I!"
I closed my eyes tightly and shouted.
“I like it better when the priest touches me with his hands!”
I added cautiously, opening my eyes slightly.
“With cold hands.”
The priest opened his eyes wide for a moment, then smiled with his eyes forming crescent moons.
“If that’s what you want, I’d be happy to.”
Billau, who had just dipped his hand in the cold water, took a step toward me. The shadow of a priest, a head taller than me, fell upon me.
A cold hand seemed to cup my swollen cheek, then began to gently draw circles.
“I didn’t know you liked this kind of thing.”
What do I like?
I wanted to ask this, but I thought it would be better to let the misunderstanding continue rather than make a fuss about pouring divine power into Bilau, so I kept quiet.
The priest's empty hand lightly touched my waist, and my body was immediately pulled forward.
“Are you feeling refreshed?”
"Yes."
“By the way, why did you do that?”
“Uh... I feel stuffy just staying in my room.”
The priest seemed to be wondering if the excuse I gave was valid.
“There won’t be anyone out and about now, so would you like to take a walk?”
Actually, I wanted to sleep, but since it was the story I brought up, I nodded as if I was happy.
Then the priest smiled and hugged me.
I thought that was it, but the next action was the problem.
“Let’s do this because we might get caught.”
Bilau lifted his dangling priestly robe and placed it on me.
That is, it was as if Bilau had hugged me and put a white cloak over me.
A graceful voice descended upon my head, my vision washed out by white.
“Since you are leaving on your own accord, today’s contact is unavoidable.”
Bilau, this guy, was he really this vile?
Because I set it up roughly!
Besides, in what sense is he the most purely crazy in the story?
It was only the second day, but I was getting anxious. But I was used to the dark side and the human lie detector.
I'm not an amateur who expresses my emotions to this extent.
“Ouch, it tickles.”
I hid my distorted face with the excuse that it tickled.
But Bilau was so absorbed that he couldn't stop sucking my index finger.
“Ugh.”
He was holding my hand and making me extend my index finger to touch the base of his tongue.
The red tongue and the flesh inside the mouth were a little, actually quite stimulating.
The sight of a neat man with no desires at all coveting my fingers was much more tiring than I expected.
The priest's appearance was so serious that it almost seemed pious. If only he hadn't blushed and twitched his eyebrows, as if he were aware of it.
“Excuse me, priest.”
"Hmm..."
You punk, don't moan.
In the midst of all this, it was truly amazing to see Bilau open his mouth wide without even shedding a single drop of saliva.
“Hmm.”
Soon, a glimmer of joy began to rise across his kind-looking face, and the red alert was prepared to sound.
Don't let it cry.
I put my thumb into Bilau's mouth and pinched his tongue between my thumb and index finger.
Waaaaaah!
The pain had definitely taken effect, as Bilau's eyes returned to focus.
“It tickles.”
I responded calmly, and he obediently bit my finger, which he had been sucking. Then he stood up.
“I see. It tickles...”
Unlike yesterday, Bilau, who didn't write down my reaction, opened the door and went out.
“Just a moment,” I said, trying to catch Bilau, but I saw it.
Something about the priest's robes was bulging out.
...Is this okay?
***
That night, Bilau came into the room late. In the morning, he smiled at me as if nothing had happened.
“...One hundred and seventy-nine, one hundred and eighty.”
The door opened three minutes after the priest left the room.
As expected, the hallway was quiet, and I quickly headed to the library.
“Welcome, God.”
The priest smiled at me and paid his toll by rubbing his lips hard with the palm of his hand.
“Don’t disturb me, yes?”
"Yes yes!"
The priest, whose focus had been lost, nodded hurriedly. I passed the priest, who had picked up his glasses that had fallen to the floor, and went up to the second floor, where the book I had been reading yesterday was located.
I searched through the data diligently, but nothing new came up.
It was just that the things I had been thinking about were put into print.
"Oh my god."
I sat down in my seat.
As I got more and more information about going home, and the more it became concrete in my head, I had to admit it.
This place is clearly a world within a book.
"However..."
What does that bastard, Bilau, plan to do with me?
“Did you ever say you would send me back?”
I realized it only after I said it.
That guy only said he would hide me; he never said he would help me get back.
Damn it.
I can't help but swear.
I quietly returned to my room, and fortunately, Bilau didn't seem to notice my departure.
The priest sucked my finger, then the next day he touched my arm, then the day after that, my foot... He looked at my body and touched it like this.
The alarm almost went off here and there, but luckily, I was able to get through it.
“It’s really amazing.”
“What is it?”
“You and I are both human, and yet we can be so different.”
This knowledge buff seemed incredibly pleased, and when I asked him for some wine, he readily brought me more. He even seemed curious about how I perceived wine.
“I will feed you today.”
He even offered to feed me.
“I can eat well by myself, right?”
“This is today’s observation topic.”
Bilau was already holding a spoon and a knife, so his words were a warning. It was uncomfortable, but it didn't really matter, so I nodded obediently.
Perhaps because of his calm disposition, the priest fed me food without spilling anything.
But it felt very different from when Shish fed me rice.
It's thrilling when Shish gently smiles and feeds me with his hand...but that's not important right now.
“The bread is really delicious today.”
I quickly changed the subject so as not to reveal my agitation.
The bread was actually really delicious. Unlike their usual plain bread, it was filled with cream. And it was even called corn cream bread?
“If you like it, I’ll bring you more.”
"Great."
I slowly spread out three fingers, then quickly spread out two more. The priest nodded, his eyes narrowed.
While Bilau went to get some bread, I emptied the bowl to prevent him from continuing to feed me.
“Did you eat too quickly?”
As I stared at the empty bowl, something caught my eye: a stack of papers containing Bilau's notes about me.
I glanced over it as it was spread out neatly on the table.
"Uh?"
Most of it was within the range of what I expected, but the day he sucked my thumb and today were a little different.
Since I was the subject of observation, I was the subject of the record, but in two cases, unlike other records, the subject was Bilau himself.
Especially the day he sucked my thumb showed me that the bulging front I saw wasn't an illusion, and the record from just now also had some strange content.
Why do you feel excited when you feed me?
Even when you see me eating and sleeping well, do you feel happy? Why?
What the heck, I feel like I'm being really bred.
"Ha..."
A deep sigh escaped me without my consent.
Shish, Dietrich, and Yuno also forced me to live a similar life, so this kind of life is not unfamiliar to me.
But perhaps it was because, except for my first encounter with Shish, I never felt my life in danger? I felt much more at ease than I do now.
Who set up Bilau as a scholarly priest who is good at night work?
Yeah, me.
Of course, the night is the most important thing in this novel! Why did you do that, my past self?
“Night work is the hardest. I miss seeing Shish.”
I covered my mouth at the story that came out without me knowing.
You want to see a man who is always trying to eat you?
I think I'm crazy.
I slapped myself on the cheek to bring me to my senses, and at that moment, Bilau came in.
“What are you doing?”
The priest came over in a hurry, put the bowl down on the table, and grabbed my wrist.
“You must have hit yourself so hard that your cheek swelled up so quickly... Please wait a moment.”
Bilau frowned and checked my condition, then sternly declared.
“You mustn't do anything like this again while I'm away. Do you understand?”
"Yes."
I nodded hurriedly, feeling like something big would happen if I didn't listen.
A moment later, Bilau arrived with cold water and a towel. He sighed softly and spoke in a warning tone.
“You brought this upon yourself.”
"Yes?"
“It means that I am irresistible when I touch you.”
After finishing speaking, Bilau cupped my healthy cheek with one hand and held a towel with the other. As the cool towel touched my cheek, my head felt clearer.
But Bilau, he's really handsome.
Compared to the three men who looked flashy, he looked plain, and I didn't think much of him, but when I saw him up close, he was really handsome.
Straight eyebrows set against transparent skin, slightly open lips, and a tongue visible between them.
I used to laugh out loud, saying that the best priest was the one who had a pure face but did evil things. Did I do well or badly?
I was laughing self-deprecatingly when something soft touched my cheek.
I was about to protest what was happening when a strange feeling took hold of me.
It's similar to how Yuno puts magic into it, but it feels subtly different.
“Just a moment!”
I hurriedly pushed Bilau away.
Magic doesn't work on my body. Then what about divine power?
I'd bet three of those corn cream buns over there that the probability of you not listening converges to one hundred percent.
"I'm fine."
“But the most effective way to reduce swelling is with divine power.”
Bilau rose from his chair and approached me as I backed away. If I got caught, it would be over.
“That! I!"
I closed my eyes tightly and shouted.
“I like it better when the priest touches me with his hands!”
I added cautiously, opening my eyes slightly.
“With cold hands.”
The priest opened his eyes wide for a moment, then smiled with his eyes forming crescent moons.
“If that’s what you want, I’d be happy to.”
Billau, who had just dipped his hand in the cold water, took a step toward me. The shadow of a priest, a head taller than me, fell upon me.
A cold hand seemed to cup my swollen cheek, then began to gently draw circles.
“I didn’t know you liked this kind of thing.”
What do I like?
I wanted to ask this, but I thought it would be better to let the misunderstanding continue rather than make a fuss about pouring divine power into Bilau, so I kept quiet.
The priest's empty hand lightly touched my waist, and my body was immediately pulled forward.
“Are you feeling refreshed?”
"Yes."
“By the way, why did you do that?”
“Uh... I feel stuffy just staying in my room.”
The priest seemed to be wondering if the excuse I gave was valid.
“There won’t be anyone out and about now, so would you like to take a walk?”
Actually, I wanted to sleep, but since it was the story I brought up, I nodded as if I was happy.
Then the priest smiled and hugged me.
I thought that was it, but the next action was the problem.
“Let’s do this because we might get caught.”
Bilau lifted his dangling priestly robe and placed it on me.
That is, it was as if Bilau had hugged me and put a white cloak over me.
A graceful voice descended upon my head, my vision washed out by white.
“Since you are leaving on your own accord, today’s contact is unavoidable.”
Bilau, this guy, was he really this vile?
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