Chapter 5 (Part 3)

“Enough.”  

When their lips parted, Ian whispered in a low voice into Cecilia’s ear.  

“Ahhh!”  

Soon after, his head tilted back. His Adam’s apple bobbed as thick, white liquid spilled from his member. Breathing heavily, Ian let out a shallow moan.  

Normally, it would have ended there. But he felt a sense of liberation from something, and he didn’t want to stop.  

“Ugh!”  

Ian reached out, grabbed the back of Cecilia’s head again, and pressed their lips together once more. Though she struggled in surprise, it was futile. He pulled her waist closer and continued the kiss.  

“Mm, mmph!”  

Being completely ignorant about s*x, he only brushed his lips against hers without going deeper or using his tongue. It was simply their lips pressing together, their rough breaths mingling.  

And yet, even such a shallow act from him made Cecilia’s body heat up.  

Because it meant that this man was losing control of himself and acting purely on instinct.  

As a result, Cecilia didn’t know how to process his transformation. She was confused.  

At the same time, just seeing his provocative behavior, unable to control himself after awakening to his s*xual desire, made her feel a strange sensation. The guilt of having aroused lust in a priest left her dizzy.  

Moreover,  

What kind of man even smells this good?  

The smooth, soft taste of his lips and the scent wafting from him captivated Cecilia. She even felt an urge to slip her tongue into his mouth and share a deep kiss.  

Before her desires grew any stronger, Cecilia pushed Ian away. Perhaps he thought they had kissed enough because the hand gripping the back of her head loosened, and he easily pulled back.  

No words were exchanged between them as they gasped for breath. They simply stared at each other, their cheeks flushed.  

“Ah…”  

Ian was the first to recover. Despite being the one who initiated the kiss, his face clearly showed regret over his actions. Seeing him like that, Cecilia belatedly realized something was wrong.  

“I-I’ll be going now.”  

Feeling too embarrassed to face Ian any longer, she hurriedly left the lounge.  

That man is dangerous…  

As their meetings continued, Cecilia began to feel this way. Because he had something about him that captivated women.  

Unconsciously, he would act in ways that seduced others, constantly crossing a precarious line.  

If their relationship continued like this, it would be dangerous. Unless someone was completely asexual, no woman could stay by his side with her sanity intact.  

It was strange not to fall for him when such a dangerously attractive man was nearby. The problem was that she might be the one to make the first move.  

How long can I hold out?  

The more Cecilia got involved with Priest Ian, the more she felt that she was at a disadvantage. She was merely a helper to him. They had no special relationship, so if she allowed herself to desire more, she would only end up hurt.  

When she first made the contract with Ian, she should have built a solid wall around her heart and completely steeled herself. But now, it was too late to build that wall.  

***

“Ahh. Hngh. Aahh!”  

She had only gone to help him m*sturbate, but Cecilia now found herself pinned beneath Ian, overwhelmed with pleasure.  

And when she saw the growing lust in his eyes, she realized once again that something was going wrong today.  

Is this really being resolved?  

As her body heated up, she recalled what had just happened.  

At first, she had been using her hand to touch Ian’s p*nis. She had planned to skillfully use her hands to satisfy him. But now, it seemed that wasn’t enough for him anymore.  

Just as she wondered if her hand techniques had reached their limit, Ian’s gaze shifted, and once again, he began kissing her.  

When she suddenly came to her senses, she found herself lying on a wide sofa. Ian, who had climbed on top of her, was now pressing his lips against hers, leading to the current situation.  

He kissed her aggressively, pressing his lips against hers with unrelenting force. Unfamiliar with this passionate side of him, Cecilia hesitated to resist.  

Sometimes, she thought it wouldn’t be so bad to enjoy the pleasure he gave her. But she was still slightly dissatisfied that he hadn’t yet used his tongue for a deeper kiss.  

Cecilia grabbed the buttons on Ian’s clothes. As she undid them, the skin hidden beneath was revealed. What she thought was a thin frame was actually covered in lean muscles. Just like his beautiful face, his body was stunning.  

A body without an ounce of excess fat—this is unfair.  

Receiving Ian’s gaze as he looked down at her after their lips parted, Cecilia felt like she couldn’t keep her composure. She had only intended to tease him a little by unbuttoning his shirt, but instead, she found herself entranced by him.  

As she stared at him blankly, Ian suddenly sat up and positioned himself between her legs.  

Huh?  

Sensing the situation taking a strange turn, Cecilia tried to sit up, but Ian stopped her. Instead, he spread her legs wider, causing her body to lean back.  

“Stay still.”  

As she struggled, a low voice whispered into her ear.  

Looking flustered, he began rubbing his member between her legs. Even through the fabric, the hardness of his p*nis was unmistakable. Heat radiated from the spot where they made contact.  

“T-This is…”  

Just as she was about to say that this wasn’t part of their contract, she met his gaze, filled with *rousal. Seeing him consumed by desire, Cecilia felt like her breath was stolen.  

Unable to bring herself to stop him, she stayed still, and he began to move slowly and cautiously.  

Every time his imposing member moved between her legs, the stimulation on her sensitive area sent waves of pleasure through her.  

Dry humping. Who would have thought she’d end up doing something akin to animalistic mating with Priest Ian?  

She knew she should stop this absurd act, but Cecilia couldn’t resist. His lust-filled eyes were so seductive that she couldn’t fight back.  

Instead, she wanted to offer her body to him. No, she thought it would be okay for him to go even further.  

As she relaxed her body, his movements became more intense. His swollen member moved back and forth between her thighs. Even though there was no direct contact, the heat radiating through the fabric was scorching.  

Pinned beneath Ian, Cecilia felt as though her body was melting.  

The lewd sound of fabric brushing against skin was so erotic that just hearing it made her wet. Though there was no penetration, it felt as if they were having s*x.  

Even this was absurd, but what was even more absurd was how her underwear kept shifting to the side every time his p*nis brushed against her.  

The rougher his movements became, the more her sensitive area was teased, coming so close to direct contact that the sensation was almost unbearable. It felt as if her entire body would melt.  

Even though it was just through clothing, the overwhelming pleasure made her wonder—

What would it feel like if he actually entered me?  

A sudden question formed in Cecilia’s mind.  

“Hngh.”

As the speed of his rubbing gradually increased, her mind went blank. The heat that had been concentrated in her lower body seemed to spread throughout her entire body.  

His movements, as if riding a rhythm, were both natural and sensual. It was as if he instinctively knew how to make Cecilia feel good.  

What was absurd was that, even amidst all this, Ian seemed to feel shame. He bit his lower lip tightly, as if trying to endure the pleasure. 

Could a gaze filled with such anguish be so seductive?  

Cecilia reached out her hand toward the man, who wore an expression that seemed to blur the line between pain and pleasure, and wrapped her arms around his neck.  

Unable to control his excitement, Ian’s hips moved even more vigorously. Cecilia’s body shook along with his movements.  

“Mm!”  

Even though the room was soundproof, she couldn’t fully trust that fact, so Cecilia covered her mouth with her hand. But when that didn’t work, she bit down hard on Ian’s shoulder.  

Her teeth left marks all over him, but Ian’s rationality had long since disappeared, so he didn’t even notice. He looked like a starving beast.  

It seemed like he was feeling pleasure now, but he still looked pained. The strange thing was that, even though he was the one moving his hips, he looked as if he was the one being overwhelmed, with tears welling up in his eyes.  

Just the sight of the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes made it seem as if he was crying pitifully. It was enough to make Cecilia feel as though she was the one dominating him.  

Why is he crying after being the one to initiate this? If he’s going to cry, he shouldn’t have started this in the first place.  

She wanted to tell him to stop, but the decadent atmosphere surrounding him paralyzed her rationality, so she couldn’t bring herself to say it.  

Thus, all Cecilia could do was lie beneath Ian and feel the pleasure he gave her.