Chapter 1 (Part 4)

The Atheon Temple, located in the center of the city, was the oldest yet most grand and majestic temple in the Kingdom of Aca.  

This sacred and solemn place was visited daily by countless nobles and commoners alike, but one specific location at a particular time always drew a crowd.  

Even now, many people were lined up in that spot: the confessional. Normally, it was a place to confess sins one couldn’t share with others, but not during this time.  

“I’ve committed an unforgivable sin. The moment I saw you, I wanted to divorce my husband and love you instead. So, Priest, please accept my heart.”  

It was a confession disguised as a love confession.  

The man, with his radiant black hair, deep blue eyes, and handsome features, wore a troubled expression.  

Shaking his head with a look of pity, his appearance was both pure and decadently beautiful.  

“I’m sorry. I’ve dedicated my life to God. I cannot accept your feelings.”  

The man turned the lady away with words of rejection and moved on to the next confessor. While he expected words of repentance, the next confession was no different from the previous one.  

“I desired you in my dreams. And now you’re standing right in front of me.”  

“That was just a dream. It would be best to distinguish between dreams and reality.”  

Once again, the man had to politely reject a confession directed at him.  

The following confessor was no different.  

From then on, every confession he heard in the booth contained impure words that didn’t suit the sacred temple. All he could do was repeat, “I’m sorry,” endlessly, changing only the person he addressed.  

Sweating from the endless rejections, the man’s name was Ian Beaufort, known as the ‘Flower of Atheon Temple.’  

His beauty was so exceptional that one could believe he was the reincarnation of a flower. His face was flawless, combining purity and decadence into a harmonious contradiction.  

Women flocked to the temple daily, hundreds at a time, just to catch a glimpse of him, whose beauty inspired admiration at first sight.

Thus, it was only natural for the confessional to turn into a time for confessions of love, rather than repentance, whenever he was in charge.  

The problem was that, even though the schedule of who would be in charge of the confessional was not disclosed to outsiders, people somehow always found out.  

The fact that such confidential information spread meant that there was a spy within the temple. However, the temple did not seem intent on catching the culprit. Instead, they extended Ian’s hours in the confessional.  

Originally, he was supposed to spend about five hours a day there, but now he had to remain in the confessional from early morning until darkness fell. It seemed the temple was turning a blind eye to the situation to attract more visitors.  

For Ian, who had devoted his purity to God and had no interest in women, this situation was merely embarrassing.  

However, it wasn’t particularly difficult for him. He simply found it bothersome. In fact, Ian was dealing with something far more challenging than this.  

Despite his seemingly perfect exterior, Ian had one problem. The dark circles under his eyes revealed that he could not sleep properly at night.  

Ian lived a more disciplined life than anyone else. His daily routine consisted of two regular meals and devout prayers, leaving little time for anything else.  

Even his bedtime was fixed. After finishing his day’s work and as darkness fell, he would go to bed, but strangely, he could never sleep deeply at night. Waking up repeatedly, he would find that morning had arrived before he knew it.  

It hadn’t always been like this. At some point, he began experiencing sleepless nights.  

This year marked the fifth year.  

For the first one or two years, he could endure the sleepless nights. In the following years, he managed to hold out with his strong stamina. During that time, he prayed to God to allow him to sleep well.  

However, by the fifth year, his stamina had run out, and his body began to suffer. He had reached a point where he could no longer endure with prayer alone.  

Thus, he sought permission from the temple to visit a doctor.  

‘What is the reason I can’t sleep?’  

‘I’m not sure.’  

Even the doctor could not determine the cause. As a result, his insomnia could not be easily cured. He visited every renowned physician he could find, but his condition showed no improvement.  

What on earth am I doing wrong?  

Ian could not understand why he was being subjected to such trials when he lived entirely for God. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he had devoted his entire life to God.  

He had never entertained impure thoughts or engaged in reckless behavior. Some people reportedly wandered before becoming priests, but Ian had never done such things.  

From the moment he decided to become a Priest, he had lived a devout life, keeping only God in his heart.  

So, what was the issue that caused him to suffer from such severe insomnia?  

He wanted to believe this was also God’s will, but as the pain grew worse with each passing day, Ian no longer had the mental capacity to think that way.  

Gradually, a personal desire began to surface within him: he wished, just for one day, to sleep soundly.  

Just as he was pondering whether to seek help from someone else, a welcome visitor appeared before him.  

***

“Do we really have to go this far?”  

“Of course. Unless you’ve thought of another good idea, let me know.”  

“Uh, I haven’t.”  

Cecilia sighed deeply as she looked at the object in Rasilia’s hand with a flustered expression. In her hand was a large d*ldo.  

The grotesque object, which made Cecilia’s heart race just by looking at it, was part of Rasilia’s plan. She had come up with two methods for Cecilia to seduce the Earl.  

1. Pretend to have a coincidental encounter while he stayed at the mansion and seduce him.

This plan was possible because Cecilia had not yet met Earl Beaufort. If he knew she was Rasilia’s sister, he would never fall for her seduction.  

2. If the first plan failed, sneak into the Earl’s room under the cover of darkness when everyone was asleep and satisfy his body.  

These were the only two plans she had in mind, but they required a lot of preparation.  

First, Cecilia needed to learn some skills: how to seduce a man and how to satisfy his body.  

Eye contact, gaze control, and gestures… These were manageable, but the latter plan posed a problem.  

“Here, use this.”  

The tutor handed Cecilia the d*ldo.  

“How do I use this?”  

Cecilia examined the object, turning it over in her hands. Having seen it for the first time today, she had no idea what it was for.  

“It’s a tool modeled after a man’s g*nitalia. It’s used for practicing techniques to seduce men.”  

“Kyaaaa!”  

Startled by the mention of a man’s g*nitalia, Cecilia dropped the d*ldo from her hands.  

“Sister! How can you be so shocked by something like this?”  

Rasilia picked up the fallen d*ldo and placed it back in Cecilia’s hands. Rasilia’s nonchalant reaction to the grotesque object seemed unfamiliar to Cecilia.  

“Rasilia, aren’t you surprised?”  

“What’s there to be surprised about?”  

“Don’t tell me, you…”  

At that moment, Rasilia smirked mischievously. Her expression suggested she had already experienced everything.  

“Don’t tell Father!”  

She winked with one eye.  

“…”  

It might not have been a big deal to her, but Cecilia was deeply shocked.  

If their father found out, it would undoubtedly cause a huge problem. While virginity wasn’t a necessity for marriage, Viscount Bucklew would surely have emphasized his daughter’s purity to potential suitors.  

“What if Father finds out?”  

“Well, I’m not pure anymore! That’s why I said I can’t get married.”  

Thwack!  

At that moment, a wooden stick interrupted their conversation. Cecilia and Rasilia stopped talking and turned to face the tutor.  

The tutor in charge of their s*x education was Madame Rozes, who had been responsible for teaching them etiquette since they were young.  

Madame Rozes was helping the sisters because she had built a close relationship with them over the years and was known for her discretion.  

“Enough with the chatter. Let’s continue the lesson.”  

Madame Rozes frowned deeply, shaking the d*ldo in her hand.  

“Yes.”  

Cecilia and Rasilia answered in unison, shifting their gaze to the dildos in their hands.

“If you have any questions about this d*ldo, feel free to ask.”  

Rasilia appeared to have no further questions, but Cecilia was different. She was full of curiosity.  

“Are they usually this big?”  

“This is an extra-large size, so it’s big. Normally, they’re smaller than this.”  

“Exactly. This is just a model. They’re not actually this big.”  

Rasilia added her explanation to Madame Rozes’ statement.  

“Then isn’t it unnecessary to practice with something this large?”  

“Sizes vary, you know. And practicing with something this big will make the real thing less surprising.”  

“Miss Rasilia is correct, but I also prepared this size because I hope both of you meet men at least this size. If it’s too small, you won’t get the proper feel.”  

“…”  

Cecilia’s face turned bright red in an instant. Her blush spread all the way to her ears, but Madame Rozes and Rasilia seemed completely unfazed, to the point where Cecilia’s reaction seemed odd.  

“It might be embarrassing at first, but you’ll get used to it. In real situations, you’ll face even more than this, so Miss Cecilia, you should start getting accustomed to this d*ldo.”  

“…Yes.”  

With her face burning red all the way to her ears, Cecilia lowered her head deeply. As she blushed in embarrassment, Madame Rozes continued her lesson.  

“Let’s start by putting it in your mouth.”  

“M-my mouth?”  

“Yes.”  

“Do I really have to?”  

“Yes.”  

Cecilia asked Madame Rozes with a tearful expression, but the reply was firm.  

Sitting next to her, Rasilia casually put the d*ldo in her mouth, so Cecilia mustered her courage and did the same.  

It felt strange, but seeing Rasilia sucking on it nonchalantly, Cecilia had to endure.