Chapter 28 | Extra Chapter

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This is another possibility of chapter twenty-two¹, this is a branch, not main text, not BE, but [counterattack²] pay attention! [Counterattack] Attention! Don't enter if you don't like it, don't tell me. A simple Q and A for ky's sake:

Q: The first post didn't say there was a counterattack, why is there a counterattack?

A: The first floor said HE, and there are four BE branches. It's all the same. As soon as the non-main text is finished, just skip it if you don't like it. It doesn't affect it.

(T/N: If you're too lazy to scroll all the way down, it means a changing in position. Lemuel, the bottom, is going to top Enoch)

Q: Didn't you reply before that there wouldn't be a counterattack?

A: I replied that I didn't hate that, but only hated the statement "if you're stronger, then you should top", and I started to pinch them later, so I applied for a ticket. There's no should or should not, only cute or not cute. Please tell me, don't point your pitchforks, be grateful.

-Have you read the above warning and are ready for the counterattack?

A. No → No update today, check it out next time!

B. Yes → Continue below

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"Why?" Lemuel asks, "What did you do?"

Enoch remains silent.

It wasn't a silence of refusing to answer, Lemuel even saw a little confusion in it, like his inquiry was something strange, that he should've understood- yet Lemuel didn't understand at all. Because of intercourse with the same sex? Because of some inexplicable ordinance in the church? Lemuel felt powerless. He felt like he had never really touched the priest's world, just like how mortals could never really touch the clouds in the sky.

The priest didn't stand up, he still knelt before the cross, before Lemuel, waiting for the anger of retribution to fall. It suddenly made Lemuel frustrated. The anger was still there, but for a moment, frustration overshadowed it, like an ice cap forming on the top of a volcano. This repressed pain made Lemuel want to scream, break something, turn around and leave, and put the quilt over his head so that he can just close his eyes and sleep. He did close his eyes, wiping his face, and laughing self-deprecatingly.

A. "What right do I have to take care of you." → See Chapter 22

B. "Do you want pain?" → Continue below

"You want pain?" Lemuel says, "Then I'll give you some pain."

He grabbed Enoch by the shoulder and pushed the priest to the ground. Enoch doesn't resist, quietly lying on his stomach until Lemuel began to take off his pants, the demon rips off the remnants of the priest's trousers. He grabs his hair, presses his face down on the ground, and drags him into a kneeling position. Enoch looks back in astonishment, like he just realized that the other doesn't want to physically hurt him, but to do something else.

This scene is like one that happened on a bathroom floor a long time ago, only that the positions were now switched. In fact, it's actually completely different from what it looks like. Even though Lemuel is stronger than Enoch, even if his sharp claws are fixed on the priest's head, a prayer would be all it takes to reverse the situation. The sentences were already formed on the tip of Enoch's tongue, like frost forming on a glass window.

"Are you going to pray?" Says Lemuel, like he expected it, "Like before?"

Enoch stops.

"Go ahead. No, you don't even have to say it, just saying it in your head can make me curl up on the ground. You can kick me like a dog, you can tell me not to move. And I can't move. Whether you want to fuck me, kick me, or pour holy water in my bowels. Guess what that feels like? No, you wouldn't know, and how could you know, you're a great fucking priest and I'm a demon, aren't you? You can do whatever you want to me and I have no fucking way to fight back, so be happy!" Lemuel growls, "Come on, do it again!"

Enoch shrank, his expression almost fearful. He opened his mouth but said nothing, like a fish out of water. Lemuel knew that he wouldn't resist again.

Lemuel did it on purpose, he was undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage, and you've got to use whatever you have to gain a little edge for yourself, mean or not, wandering thugs aren't fucking knights. He tried, he won, and the victory brought no joy.

God. Enoch, as powerful and ruthless as a deity, as docile and tame as a slave, cannot be defeated by the powers that can crush gold and stone but can be bound by a light language. Lemuel thought incredulously, how could there be such a person? He was as innocent and pure as a child, and as old-fashioned as a monk. Lemuel didn't understand him, and the sense of powerlessness returned.

What else can I say? Language now fails as his medium.

He moved again, the expansion was hasty. No matter how careful a demon's claws are, it's still too sharp. Instead, it was better to come directly. Lemuel hardened his cock and got to fucking.

It really hurt.

Insufficient expansion, lack of lubrication, the genitals forcibly opened the hole, squeezing into the tunnel. Such invasion wouldn't be comfortable, but this wasn't for comfort. Lemuel didn't stop, he fucked fast and hard, he grabbed the priest by the back of the neck, like a leopard clawing on its prey. Enoch struggled to adjust his breathing, trying his best to get used to it. It's not as painful as the whip, just too fast, he was pressed so hard that he became a little breathless.

The pain travelling through his body is very strange, like a wound being repeatedly crushed without pause. His internal organs were squeezed together in the collision. It wasn't like the other pains, it was nauseating, like his body was being plundered. Is this how Lemuel used to feel?

He doesn't want Lemuel to suffer this, Enoch thought, If he had known, he wouldn't have done it, no matter how comfortable it was. He wouldn't trade Lemuel's pain for his pleasure. it's not worth it. Then the priest thought about those healed wounds, the repeated sexual assaults, the multiple objects, the bottle caps... he felt doubly sad.

It must've hurt, even more so. "I'm sorry", a cliché that had been said countless times on various occasions, naturally appeared in Enoch's mind at this time. He understood the meaning of the sentence. I'm sorry you suffered this, I'm sorry, he thought sincerely. But these words have been said too many times, they have depreciated, and even if they are spoken in a sincere tone and without any hesitation, they still cannot convey Enoch's current mood.

Relatively speaking, the pain he inflicted on himself is irrelevant and even reassuring.

Enoch did something wrong, he let down God, he let down Lemuel, shouldn't he be punished? He got pain and punishment, so his sins were repaid to some extent, and eventually, the pain that disappeared was superimposed, and the eternal crime was dissipated. What a worthwhile exchange. It was the way Enoch's world worked, and it was so familiar that it gave him peace of mind. And in a secret corner of his heart, he enjoyed the touch at the back of his neck, the hand that's pinching his crotch, against his thighs, and the rapid breathing above his back. It's much better than the frigid whip, Lemuel is with him, which is good. Enoch wished he could see Lemuel, but that wouldn't be punishment.

Things became quite strange. The raped person looked at peace, but the person who forced him frowned tightly. Lemuel can see Enoch's profile, the priest's expression is almost serene he's only panting slightly, it's just this little sign that told him that he's not praying, but is being fucked. This is a face that's used to accepting pain, accustomed to being holy and dignified in the face of pain, the face of a fucking martyr.

Lemuel felt sick for a while, under what kind of environment could such a person grow? He thought: What did those bastards teach you? What did they do to you? Lemuel couldn't take it any longer, his penis slid out and became as soft as Enoch's.

Candlelight flickered on the small table in front of the cross, Lemuel stepped forward and swept the candle to the ground. The flames went out with a leap, and he pulled Enoch up to put on the table with his back.

The confessional was dark, thanks to his demon blood, Lemuel could still see. He saw the welts on Enoch's back, as well as the bloodstains that had dried up. He leaned down and carefully kissed the skin around the wound, licking the blood away.

He slides down his entire back, leaving wet trails down and down, down the ravine all the way to the perineum. His tongue lingers under Enoch until the priest let out his first moan. Enoch tried getting up but was pushed back.

"Don't worry, Father," Lemuel told him. "I'm forcing you."

His tongue is like a fish, like a serpent, whispering into Eve's ear. Lemuel is experienced and skilled in this matter, he can play dirty enough, and Enoch, all the sexual pleasure he's been born with is tied to Lemuel. Almost immediately, desire sprung up, and the desire raged. It was extremely fast, like Pavlov's dog³.

The priest is making some less solemn noises, as if choking. He turned his head frequently, unable to see anything in the darkness and instead exposing his expressions to the devil. He had an erection, both of them, and Lemuel's cock became harder than before. He stood up, the head of it against Enoch's groin.

He slid his cock into the priest's buttocks, down his tailbone to his perineum, wet with saliva and fluid. Enoch's back arched because of eagerness, he licked his lips unconsciously. Lemuel suspected that he himself didn't know what he was longing for.

Lemuel changed his mind before inserting, he'd fuck him well, but not here, the priest laying in front of the cross looked too much like a fucking sacrifice laid on a table. He pulled Enoch up, kicking the table over, and taking the priest to the ground. Lemuel sat down by the wall, leaning against it and spreading Enoch's legs. He placed him on top of him.

After being tortured and pleased, the hole that had previously pushed away foreign objects gradually relaxed, and using the weight of Enoch's body, it engulfed Lemuel smoothly. They leaned face to face so they wouldn't touch the wound on Enoch's back. Lemuel supported Enoch's hips, lifting him and putting him down.

This was just a small movement, incomparable to his actions just now, but it made Enoch suddenly lean back, almost toppling him over. Lemuel grabbed him but didn't stop. He heard the priest gasp sharply and saw his blue eyes open wide.

Enoch grabbed Lemuel's arm. It was so strange, the tingling sensation that rose in his body, it isn't right. The owner of the arm didn't seem to understand that he meant to stop, he instead began to change angles. When Lemuel thrusted in the right position, the seemingly non-existent sense of strangeness suddenly increased, almost making him weak.

"Wait, this isn't right," Enoch grips him tightly, steadying his trembling tongue, "Stop! That's not right..."

"It's right." Lemuel laughs, "This is how I feel... let me show you."

He'd already found the right position, adjusting the angle every time he rose and fell, inserting himself fully inside the cavity. "Ah!" Enoch calls out. He made a choppy and hasty voice, not coquettish, but like a person who's afraid of cats suddenly finding a wild cat rubbing at his feet halfway through, at a loss and panicked --This association made Lemuel almost burst out laughing.

"Why are you so surprised?" He bit Enoch's ear and vaguely says, "If I wasn't happy, then why would I usually sound like that."

Ah, pleasure, so it is. The unfamiliar wave sweeps through Enoch, and he went up and down in it. Only at this time did he realize that there's also a pleasure, but it's more intense and ferocious. He quickly approached the limit and stayed there, making him irritable, almost tortured. It was a thrill, and upon realizing it, horror followed. The punishment has unknowingly changed its nature, turning into another pleasure.

What am I doing? In the confessional room, before the cross, once again indulging in intercourse? Fear comes back, and the guilt makes Enoch's stomach twitch. His heart froze fast, but his body didn't. Lemuel jolted him, caressed him, kissed him, his sinful tongue rolling over his ears and cradling his nipples. He's like a pot of soup that's been stirred, only that the heat rises and doesn't drop. Every nerve is boiling with joy, how can his heart and brain, pieces of meat immersed in this hot soup, bear to be alone? It's too much, too much, and he can't concentrate...

"Breath, Enoch," Lemuel says erratically. "Take it, take me."

He's almost there too, but there's someone to take care of. He stroked Enoch's chest comfortingly like one would a frightened child, but his movements didn't slow down at all, they went faster, deeper, and without mercy. Lemuel can see Enoch's fear, and what he didn't know is entangling the priest again. No, don't think about it, Enoch can only have him in his head when they're making love, even God shouldn't be given an inch of space.

Lemuel gripped Enoch like a hare that had begun to flap again. He pulled it out and then dipped in, listening to the other party gasping like he was about to die. "Don't be in such a hurry, there's enough for you to eat." Lemuel covers Enoch's mouth and says in his ear, "Squeeze me out, good boy, you're amazing..."

Enoch's damp breath landed on Lemuel's hands⁴, the demon uttered indecent obscenities, but it made him feel hot, his body shrank uncontrollably. Lemuel snorts, biting his neck and ejaculating inside him. The demon stopped thrusting and took hold of the priest's throbbing cock, Enoch orgasmed as soon as his fingers touched the thing.

The priest made a muffled sound in Lemuel's palm, and Lemuel suspected that it might've been a scream, it made him regret forgetting to let go earlier. He let go and Enoch coughed and breathed shakily, no longer looking in danger of suffocating. Lemuel looked at him without blinking, openly and unabashedly. Only he can see him, what a rare opportunity.

Enoch gasped in the dark, his mouth slightly open, his expression vacant from the aftermath of the orgasm. When the priest is well-dressed, he's as holy and handsome as the sculpture of angels, right now his sweat-soaked hair was stuck to his forehead, so lovely. He looked sexy and embarrassed, but at the moment Remuel only thought him cute.

So he hugged Enoch.

Lemuel couldn't see Enoch's face, but he could feel the body in his arms relax. The priest became as tight as a rock when he orgasmed, but soft as melted butter when he embraced. He rested his chin on Lemuel's shoulder and hugged him greedily, like a little girl finally getting her teddy bear.

This is the benevolent place of darkness, which overshadows everything, and the gaffes and absurdities of the clergy seem to be allowed. Lemuel was taken aback by this warm response, since, in fact, Enoch hardly hugged normally. He once suspected that the priest had an addiction to cleanliness, and so didn't like physical contact very much, but at this moment Lemuel suddenly realized.

Enoch didn't hate physical contact, he loved it, but he needed "permission". He had to be touched to touch other people, he had to be kissed to dare to kiss someone, it was part of the rules that came out of nowhere and bound him so hard. This guinea pig, who had been constantly punished by electric shocks, didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunderous pool when he grew up and even regarded it as his own nature. Lemuel hugged Enoch quietly, but he felt like a volcano erupting inside.

The cross hangs on the wall, behind the priest, the demon gave it a middle finger.

Go to hell, bastard. I'm going to drag your noblest and most innocent servant to the ground, and guess what? I want to set him free. You've taken everything from me, I've taken him, what can you do? What else can you do to me?

Blasphemous thoughts were churning in Lemuel's heart. He hugs Enoch like he hugged his crying sister from many years ago, staring at the broken wine bottle and the growing pool of blood on the floor. He was filled with a ruthless desire for protection that made him strong and fearless.

I'm going to take him, Lemuel thought without thinking, I'm going to take him.

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Notes:

1- This post was a continuation of the previous post which was Chapter 22, but for [my] convenience's sake I treat each separate post as its own separate chapter unless it's really necessary. The novel was published on a forum so it's like that.

2- You probably already know but it means changing positions, specifically the bottom topping. since Gong/Top is literally 'attack' in Chinese, counterattack means being counter-acted upon or simply put being topped by their (not necessarily) bottom.

3- Pavlov's dogs were trained to eat at the sound of the bell (?), so the moment they hear the bell ring, their bodies would respond like they were eating. It's an allegory of his body's almost systemic response in face of pleasure brought by Lemuel.

4- Google was quite unhelpful and very confusing, might not be this because I can't comprehend whatever the fuck it gave me

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PastTimer: Almost couldn't finish this on time T T I'm going to start uploading every day now, pray for my sanity please and thank you