Chapter 5 (Part 4)

When cloudy, white liquid spurted out, Ian’s intense movements finally came to a halt.  

“Haa, haa.”  

Breathing heavily, he sat up.  

Why did he look so sinful, drenched in sweat like that? 

Even though Cecilia had essentially been used as his tool for release, she didn’t feel bad about it.  

Ian hurriedly adjusted his disheveled clothes and caught his breath. Then, suddenly, he grabbed his head with both hands and groaned in anguish. It seemed the guilt was hitting him belatedly.  

What is with him, acting all tormented after being the one to do this?  

And yet, his *rousal hadn’t subsided. His member was still standing tall.  

Cecilia was at a loss for words as she watched Ian, whose rationality and instincts seemed to be completely at odds.  

A small sense of resentment began to rise within her, but it quickly dissipated when she saw his sorrowful, moist eyes.  

Especially with his flushed cheeks, clenched teeth, and trembling lips—he looked like a painting. 

Why did he look so innocent…? 

She didn’t know.  

If someone saw them now, they’d think Cecilia had been the one to pounce on him. This contradiction made her feel both uncomfortable and not uncomfortable at the same time.  

It was enough to make her want to say, ‘You’re the one who initiated the humping, Priest.’  

“Fine. I won’t come here anymore. Is that what you want?”  

After a moment of hesitation, Cecilia chose to end things with him rather than argue.  

Though it was disappointing to think she’d have to give up what she had monopolized during the nights, seeing his face made her feel that it was the right thing to do.  

In fact, in this situation, not meeting him anymore was the best choice for the future. Sneaking here every night while avoiding others’ eyes wasn’t easy.  

Her heart pounded so much that she felt like she wouldn’t survive at this rate. So, seeing him act as if it were all her fault, she thought it might actually be for the best.  

“That’s not acceptable.”  

However, Ian shook his head firmly, refusing her suggestion.  

“Priest, didn’t you just despair over your actions earlier?”  

“It’s despairing, but I think it’s necessary to cure my insomnia.”  

Seeing him say this, his cheeks still flushed like peaches, Cecilia found herself nodding unconsciously.  

This man had a strange ability to make even illogical statements sound reasonable.  

“Please leave now.”  

As Cecilia stared at him in disbelief, the man, who had been speaking so earnestly just moments ago, suddenly turned cold, as if their business was done.  

“What? Oh, okay.”  

Cecilia was stunned by the way he had gone from being so desperate to so indifferent.  

What a lustful, shameless priest! Am I just a tool to cure his insomnia?  

He had pleaded so desperately before, but now he was looking at her as if she were some shameless woman.  

Though it annoyed her, Cecilia couldn’t say anything because, in the end, all of this had started because of her.  

A man who touched her all over when filled with lust, only to draw a clear line as soon as it was gone.  

She wanted to hate him, but she couldn’t.  

Even as she called herself foolish, Cecilia knew she would come running whenever Ian called for her.  

***

“What am I supposed to do?”* 

The empty chapel.  

After sending Cecilia away, Ian chose prayer over sleep. The thought of the profane acts he had committed today made him feel like he didn’t even want to sleep.  

Ever since meeting Cecilia, the beliefs he had held onto so firmly were gradually crumbling, and his anguish grew deeper by the day.  

Yet, Ian continued to meet Cecilia under the excuse of curing his insomnia, ultimately committing acts unbecoming of a priest.  

And then, he had even gotten angry at her….  

How pathetic.  

He couldn’t believe himself, having done something akin to animalistic mating just moments ago.  

The moment he lost control, he had lunged at Lady Bucklew without even realizing it. No matter how he thought about it, his actions made no sense.  

This meant that the s*xual desire slowly creeping into him was beginning to consume his body. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before it completely controlled him.  

What had started as a way to treat his insomnia had become secondary.  

Recently, he had been sleeping well enough not to worry about his insomnia anymore.  

“I’m falling further into corruption.”  

Ian thought that what he was feeling now was nothing more than a temporary desire.  

He believed his mind was simply clouded by lust because of a woman who was like a temptress.  

Despite failing to suppress his desires every time, Ian could do nothing but pray desperately to God.  

He believed that, if he prayed every day, the day would come when he could suppress himself.  

“Please, do not let me fall into temptation. Help me maintain my rationality at all times.”  

But no matter how much he prayed, his aroused body showed no signs of calming down, and his mind remained filled with lewd thoughts.  

Most of all, he couldn’t stop thinking about his lips, which had touched Cecilia’s.  

Her lips were soft and moist….  

Even as Ian prayed, thoughts of Cecilia filled his mind. He couldn’t forget the sensations he had shared with her.  

***

“Have you noticed that Priest Ian has been acting a bit differently lately?”  

“Oh, I think so too. He used to have such a pure and pious image, but now he exudes this fatal decadence.”  

It was a morning like any other, yet the conversations between the ladies had changed.  

Normally, they would complain about having to attend prayers or gush about how handsome Priest Ian was, but not today.  

It seemed that the increasing time Ian spent relieving his s*xual desires had begun to manifest outwardly, mixing decadence with sensuality.  

As a result, even the other believers had started to notice his transformation.  

In turn, his changed appearance was now captivating even more women than before.  

He had always stolen the hearts of many ladies, but this time was different.  

His previously restrained demeanor had turned seductive.  

Even though he wasn’t intentionally trying to seduce anyone, his mere presence was enough to draw the attention of any woman.  

“It’s such a shame that he’s taken a Vow of Chastity.”  

“The priest is a sinner. He’s guilty of stealing the hearts of women.”  

Each lady added her own lament, but Cecilia, who was standing nearby, felt too unsettled to listen to their conversation properly.  

She felt as though she was the reason for his change.  

Their meetings, which had started as once every three days, had become irregular—sometimes four days, sometimes five, then back to three.  

He claimed it was to test the effects of his insomnia treatment, but Cecilia didn’t believe him.  

She thought it was more likely that he spent those days wrestling with his lust, only to summon her when he couldn’t resist anymore.  

Why did she think this? Because his actions were becoming more intense.  

She had thought the humping would end after the first time, but it hadn’t.  

Instead, his desires seemed to burn even hotter, and he began changing positions during their humping sessions.  

When Cecilia faced away, he would rub his hard member against her from behind.  

When she lay on her stomach, he would press himself against her from above.  

And, of course, he didn’t forget to face her directly while doing it.  

At the same time, he left traces of his lips all over her body—everywhere except her chest and the most intimate places.  

Why does he avoid the most important spots…?

Cecilia knew why he avoided touching her chest, so she couldn’t bring herself to say out loud, ‘Please suck on my br*asts too.’ Every time, she simply swallowed her disappointment alone.  

But sometimes, she couldn’t help but wonder why he deliberately avoided it.  

They’d already engaged in acts so similar to intercourse that it wasn’t much different. So why would he avoid something as trivial as touching her chest?  

What kind of belief was he holding onto? She couldn’t understand.  

If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to stop the humping altogether? But she couldn’t bring herself to say that because the sight of him losing control and pouncing on her was so alluring.  

He was the one who initiated it, yet after pouring out his s*men, he would tear up, and seeing his teary eyes made her feel like a sinner. At the same time, an odd sense of exhilaration rose within her.  

However, once she left the lounge and her rationality returned, anger surged within her. She began to feel annoyed by the man’s selfish behavior.  

How long do I have to put up with this?  

Until now, Cecilia had endured Ian’s fickleness by looking at his beautiful face. Whenever she felt frustrated, his pure and serene features would melt away her feelings like snow.  

But not anymore.  

Recently, just being in contact with Ian was enough to make her private area wet.  

That meant her body had already surrendered to him.  

What if my heart falls for him too?  

Cecilia couldn’t confidently say she wouldn’t fall for Ian. In fact, if this relationship continued, she felt certain her heart would be stolen as well.  

So, Cecilia realized it was time to end things with this man who possessed the charm to captivate women.  

If she waited until her feelings deepened, it would be too late.  

Fortunately, the temple’s event was nearing its conclusion. Until then, she had to protect her heart at all costs.  

The best way would be to convince herself. She had to remind herself that monopolizing Priest Ian was a sin.  

He was a man who should remain noble and pure for everyone. Yet here he was, being corrupted by her hands….  

That couldn’t happen.  

Cecilia shook her head.  

Before she left, she needed to restore Priest Ian to his former self. That would be the best choice for everyone.