The clear fluid coated her small face, which could be entirely cupped in one hand. It glistened on her eyes and cheeks, flushed with unavoidable arousal, and even on her delicate chin clenched tight with tension.

He deliberately smeared her secretions across every corner of her face, ensuring she could see and smell the evidence of her excitement.

“S*xual intercourse isn’t shameful. Being aroused isn’t embarrassing. Though I do find those who lose all self-control and tremble pathetically rather ugly. But you’re different. Compared to those filthy bitches with no sense of dignity, JeJe, you’re remarkably pure.”

Words one would never expect from a High Priest continued to pour from Shahan’s mouth, seemingly without self-awareness. He focused solely on melting JeJe’s resistance, on opening her up and forcing his way inside. His dark desire was filled with nothing but the wish for JeJe’s unconditional submission.

“Now, entertain me. Stop crying.”

Shahan halfheartedly consoled JeJe while raising his lower body. His outstretched hand roughly grabbed her chin and pushed it downward.

“Ugh, mmph!”

“Get on your knees and suck. Put your heart into it—use all your strength to service what will soon bestow favor upon you. Who knows? After today, you might develop a taste for men. Then you might display the shameful behavior of sticking your backside out in front of me every day. JeJe.”

His two phalluses, tilted at an angle due to their formidable length, stretched across JeJe’s brow and the bridge of her nose. Teardrops pooled at the corners of her downturned eyes, ready to stream down her cheeks if she closed them.

Shahan considered rubbing himself against her thoroughly wet cheeks but abandoned the idea. For some reason, he felt strangely dirty.

Though he had quietly suppressed his anger at JeJe’s impudent behavior before, he had never felt “dirty” until now. Perhaps this thought followed the same pattern as when he called women who had eagerly serviced him “filthy bitches”—simply following his stream of consciousness. Or perhaps the unidentified emotion blackening his heart prevented him from thinking clearly.

Shahan merely smiled, glaring at JeJe with a thoroughly distorted expression.

“Why are you crying?”

“Hnngh, hnnk, uh… hic.”

JeJe, who had been looking up at Shahan with contempt-filled eyes, now turned her gaze completely away, staring only at the wall. She drew her legs together and hiccupped repeatedly, refusing to look at him.

Watching her, Shahan felt an unbearable sense of humiliation and revulsion. He felt like he had become no different from those filthy mongrels who shamelessly displayed their arousal beneath the altar.

He hated acknowledging this humiliation, yet JeJe’s gaze clearly conveyed it. Every time he clenched his fist, he felt the horrific sensation of dozens of insects gnawing at his fingertips and crawling upward.

“I asked why you’re crying.”

“…It’s disgusting.”

“What?”

JeJe sniffled softly. Only half an hour had passed since their bodies first intertwined. Is that truly how you feel? Or are you just babbling nonsense, intoxicated by the ritual incense without even realizing it?

Having already abandoned any attempt to understand JeJe, Shahan mechanically moved only his lips to ask, “Am I disgusting to you?”

“Disgusting… A person like the High Priest, hnnk. You’re just pretending to be God’s representative… wearing a mask, hic, that doesn’t suit you…”

Her breathing came in gasps. JeJe covered her mouth with both hands and coughed lightly.

“…Go on.”

“You’re just a bad adult who forcibly, hic, ugh, st-strips girls who refuse and knows only how to grope their bodies, hnnk.”

“…”

“A r-r*pist pretending to be refined.”

Shahan fell silent momentarily. Something in his mind seemed to shatter into hundreds of fragments—his solid, transparent, absolute personal space that no one had ever dared to invade.

Despite his slightly trembling jaw, his voice emerged surprisingly calm and composed. “Don’t provoke me.”

“Y-you’re a filthy and vile High Priest.”

“Speaking to me like that won’t do you any good, JeJe.”

“A h-h*rny dog.”

“Shut your mouth.”

“People should know what you’re really like… pretending to worship God while being an unclean beast. No, worse than a beast… AACK!”

Strong knuckles viciously grabbed the silver hair strewn across the white pillow. JeJe, greatly startled, struggled and thrashed about trying to escape.

Barely suppressing the urge to slap her face, Shahan let out a restrained laugh.

“How dare you run your mouth so recklessly. I understand perfectly how you see me. Then I shall treat you accordingly from now on—don’t complain.”

He tightened his grip, forcing JeJe’s head back. As she moaned, her lips parted, and he simultaneously thrust both of his phalluses into her mouth. Pushing aside her squirming, resistant tongue, he drove them deep into her throat in one motion. He wanted to ravage her impudent voice and the vocal cords that had spewed such words.

He wanted to keep her gagged until she begged for forgiveness, long enough to make her sick of it.

“Open your mouth wider.”

“Ugh, mmph! Ack, ughk, mmph!”

The objects filling her mouth writhed like living snakes, stabbing her delicate mucous membranes and violently probing beneath her tongue.

“You’re no different from me—just another filthy beast sucking on an unclean creature’s parts. Right? Open wide, I’ll feed you plenty of what you want. Every time you bare your teeth, I’ll pull out your hair.”

Shahan forcibly widened JeJe’s lips, which stubbornly refused to part. Her snow-white teeth and crimson lips, opened like flower petals, came into view. Between them, his two organs moved relentlessly.

Each time the firm yet soft appendages touched the base of her tongue, sounds of suppressed nausea erupted from her small throat.

“That’s right, like that… You’re taking it well.”

“Nng, mmph, mmb… mmph.”

“How much easier this would be for both of us if you’d done this before I had to ask. Yes, use your tongue too. Haah…”

He deliberately pushed JeJe’s head down beneath his legs and continued thrusting his hips. The occasional glimpses of her small crown and thin bridge of nose between his thighs filled him with immense satisfaction.

The urge to climax rose unbearably. Though he had received oral pleasure dozens of times before, this felt distinctly different. However, for his first release, he wanted to be inside JeJe’s lower parts.

When he unconsciously checked the time, he realized an hour had already passed. He began to understand why JeJe’s resistance had intensified.

Still, Shahan had no intention of stopping. Though it was earlier than expected, he planned to finish this today. If JeJe’s impertinent attitude didn’t change, he would subjugate her like this.

“In the end, you’re just a lewd wench sucking my member, JeJe. Looking at you now, you’re no different from other women.”

He looked down at JeJe’s face and murmured in a low voice, seemingly rationalizing to himself. Naturally, he didn’t feel particularly good about it.

He had believed that taking this girl would restore pleasures he couldn’t find anywhere else. He thought it would quench his s*xual desire along with his hunger and thirst.

But why? Why did he feel so utterly filthy?

“Still nothing has emerged.”

Neither on her plump white b*ttocks nor among her silver hair flowing like the Milky Way. The animal ears and tail Shahan had expected were nowhere to be seen.

He mounted JeJe’s upper body again, overlapping their bodies. Planting both hands on the sunken bed sheet, he looked down coldly at JeJe trembling beneath him.

“It would be difficult to insert both at once into such a narrow hole. JeJe, I’m being considerate of you right now.”

Shahan spread JeJe’s legs apart and positioned himself between them. His two er*ect organs swayed heavily at his waist. His firm fingers bound her slender ankles like shackles.

Her feet, white and soft like a baby’s, still offered feeble resistance in his grasp. Imagining her inner walls clinging to his member and greedily sucking it made his mouth water involuntarily.

Shahan stroked his swollen organ a few times before gripping the head and fitting it into her slightly opened entrance. He placed his other equally er*ect member along the path from her private parts to her anus.

JeJe released a muffled moan at the sensation of the rigid involuntary muscle rubbing up and down.

“You’re desperate to be fed, aren’t you?”

Though he wanted to cleave her wet inner walls and thrust his desire inside without hesitation, Shahan refrained. Instead, he took a deep breath to calm himself, then rubbed his member in circles against JeJe’s lower entrance. He savored it slowly.

The soft flesh clung stickily to his dry gl*ns, mixed with her fluids.

Then Shahan pushed his hips forward into her, taking his time, extremely leisurely.

“Ungh, ah, hnng, ah…”

Her insides contracted wildly even though he hadn’t fully entered. Shahan frowned and pulled his p*nis back.

“You must be tense after going so long without intimacy, JeJe.”

Despite her wetness, she seemed to be in pain, making it impossible to thrust in recklessly. He had no choice but to move back and forth, gradually widening the passage.

“The pain is momentary, so bear with it a little.”

Massaging JeJe’s tightly contracted lower abdomen, Shahan attempted entry again. JeJe whimpered softly.

Seemingly aware that resistance was futile, she neither hurled harsh words at him nor pushed him away with her feet as before. She simply kept her eyes closed, her face thoroughly scrunched up. Her thighs, spread wide in his large hands, trembled finely.

Shahan gritted his teeth, suppressing his desire to thrust his hips wildly between them.

But then—

“High Priest Shahan! High Priest! Are you in there?”

A familiar voice echoed from beyond the tightly locked door. JeJe and Shahan, their bodies intertwined behind the bedroom curtain covering the bed, turned their heads toward the door almost simultaneously.

Unlike JeJe, who stared anxiously over Shahan’s shoulder, he continued pushing his p*nis deeper into her interior, which had just begun to relax.

For Shahan, only JeJe, with whom he was currently having intercourse, mattered; he had neither the inclination nor reason to care about anything else.

“Seeing how distracted you are by that noise, you must be in less pain now.”

Shahan, who had been continuously caressing JeJe’s lower abdomen, removed his hand and lightly tapped her cheek. JeJe, looking dazed, finally fluttered her eyelids and turned her gaze back to Shahan.

“It hurts down there.”

“Still?”

“Yes.”

“I still need to go deeper. Is the pain severe?”

“My throat is dry from crying too much.”

“I’ll have a servant bring water.”

“It’s difficult.”

“What did you do to deserve rest?”

“Couldn’t we take a short break and continue later? I’ll keep my legs spread obediently.”

JeJe, now considerably more docile than before, asked in an emotionless voice.

“That’s not possible. Do you think that makes any sense?”