Chapter 6 (Part 4)

As he continued to thrust, sweet nectar began to flow from the tight space. This made the inside even more slippery, allowing Ian to thrust deeper and harder.  

He roughly pushed apart the contracting walls, penetrating deeper with each motion. Repeating this, the once-tight space began to loosen slightly.  

Perhaps because the pain had subsided, Cecilia also seemed to be feeling pleasure now. Ian’s thrusts grew faster.  

With each thrust, Ian’s body became more excited. The greater the pleasure, the faster his movements became.  

It felt like something that had been missing was finally being filled. Overwhelmed by his immense desire, he seemed to lose all reason, continuing to thrust wildly.  

“Ah! Ahh!”  

The thrusting grew rougher, and with each movement, Cecilia let out continuous moans.  

Just as his mind filled with the thought of wanting to stay tangled like this forever, Ian reached his limit.  

He released everything he had been holding back inside her. The traces of his suppressed desires overflowed, filling her completely.  

Cecilia, too, felt a white-hot explosion in her mind as her body arched before collapsing onto the bed. Her inner thighs trembled slightly, as if in spasms.  

Still caught in the waves of pleasure, Cecilia’s chest heaved. As she basked in the afterglow of their union, she looked at Ian in a daze.  

She thought it would end after one round, but his gaze told her otherwise.  

“I…”  

Before she could say anything, Ian spread her legs again, pushing himself back inside.  

Even though she had just cl*maxed, accepting him again wasn’t easy. A dull pain spread through her, making it hard to breathe. But he pushed in regardless, thrusting his hips forcefully.  

“W-wasn’t it over?”  

“Since we’ve already started, it would be a waste to stop after just one round. I don’t know how much it will take to cure my insomnia, so I intend to go until the end.”  

Though she had been the one to seduce him first, Cecilia now wanted to stop. But it was clear from the look in his eyes, filled with deep desire, that he had no intention of stopping.  

I’ve awakened his dormant instincts…  

It was only then that Cecilia realized her mistake. But it was too late for regrets. Now, it was time for her to pay the price for her actions.  

“Ah! Ahh!”  

As his p*nis roughly stirred her insides, Cecilia’s body shuddered, and muffled moans escaped her lips.  

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Ian’s neck. Every time he hit her weak spots repeatedly, her mind went blank. All she could do was cling to him tighter and let out more moans.  

And so, caught in the whirlwind of pleasure, Cecilia had to continue intertwining her body with Ian’s until she was completely exhausted and fainted.  

* * *  

I’ve broken my vow of chastity…  

Early the next morning, Ian woke up alone in the resting room and realized the situation he was in. Drunk on the ecstasy he had felt for the first time, he had lost all sense of reason, only to realize it too late.  

Until now, he had justified his impure acts as attempts to cure his insomnia and resist temptation. But not anymore.  

Even the advice to maintain a pure heart had been ignored. No, he had known from the start—ever since he had made strange demands of Cecilia.  

He wanted to blame his actions on succumbing to the seduction of a promiscuous woman, but he couldn’t.  

“This can’t be!”  

When he noticed the bloodstains, he realized that the woman he thought was promiscuous was actually a virgin. It felt as though he had been seduced not by a devil, but by a pure saint.  

What kind of misunderstanding had I been under?  

All this time, Ian had mistaken a chaste woman for a fallen one. He felt ashamed of himself for having made such absurd assumptions.  

“Lady Bucklew…”  

Her name escaped his lips like a sigh, filled with guilt.  

Why had I judged her so hastily? 

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for Cecilia.  

***

Could his insomnia truly be cured? 

Early in the morning, after leaving the resting room, Cecilia enjoyed a good sleep. During the events, she had to follow a fixed schedule, but attending post-event prayers was relatively flexible.  

She only needed to pray twice a day at her chosen times, which was more convenient than before. However, her body felt significantly uncomfortable, perhaps due to the aftermath of their union.  

Her entire body ached as if she had been struck repeatedly, and every time she moved her hips, she felt an excruciating pain, as if something might snap.  

Is this the aftereffect of intercourse?  

When she left the resting room, she hadn’t realized she was in pain. It must have been because she was so tense, moving carefully to avoid being caught by anyone until she reached her quarters. Once she returned, she had fallen asleep immediately, oblivious to the pain.  

Well, considering how much Ian Beaufort tormented me, it would have been strange if my body were fine.  

As she recalled the events of the previous night, Cecilia’s face turned bright red. She waved her hands in the air as if to chase away the embarrassing memories and then lay back on the bed.  

Soon after, Cecilia fell asleep again.  

After resting her body and recovering from fatigue, she stepped outside and spotted Ian exiting the chapel in the distance. She carefully observed his expression.  

I hope his insomnia is gone…  

Since she couldn’t confirm with her eyes if his insomnia had improved, she could only hope.  

She prayed that their intercourse had completely cured his insomnia.  

A day passed, then two, and then three. On the fourth day, with no word from Ian, Cecilia began to feel hopeful. She thought she could now leave the temple with peace of mind.  

But contrary to her expectations, the day after she felt relieved, Ian summoned her again. It was exactly five days after they had shared their union.  

When the appointed time came, Cecilia made her way to the resting room where they always met—a place she had grown so familiar with that she could now find it with her eyes closed.  

***

“Has your insomnia not been cured?”  

“No…”  

Ian lied in response to Cecilia’s question. He hadn’t called her to cure his insomnia. He simply wanted to experience that blissful sensation once more.  

In truth, Ian had resolved not to summon Cecilia again. Out of guilt for misunderstanding her, he had vowed not to use her anymore.  

But his resolve didn’t last long, and here he was, calling her again.  

“But I’m sleeping better than before. So, if we mix our bodies just one more time, I think I’ll be completely cured.”  

As a priest, he shouldn’t harbor such thoughts, but strangely, it felt as though a dam he had kept locked inside had burst, leaving him unable to restrain himself.  

His body refused to obey his will, and as a result, Ian made excuses to himself. Now that he had lost his chastity, he thought it might be better to follow his instincts.  

He convinced himself that by pursuing physical desires, he would eventually feel the emptiness of it all and then genuinely regain a noble heart.  

Given the circumstances, he had no choice but to speak lies. This was the only way to enter her again.  

***

“How could you… do this to me?”

As he thrust his hips, Ian poured out words of resentment. To an outsider, it might have looked like Cecilia was the one seducing him, but that wasn’t the case.  

Her body was already covered with marks left by Ian. If she didn’t normally wear dresses that covered her neck, the traces would have been immediately noticeable.  

Someone might mistake these marks as evidence of his desire to claim her, but Cecilia didn’t think that way. She simply saw them as signs of a man who had lost all self-control.  

The man before her was no longer the clear-eyed deer she once knew but a predator consumed by desire.  

As she whimpered and sobbed from the pleasure and ecstasy, Ian reached out and kneaded her br*asts.  

His graceful hands moved delicately, reshaping her soft mounds with each touch. As he rolled the hardened peaks between his fingers, he sent even greater stimulation through her.  

Yet, Ian’s face looked pained. If it was so difficult for him, he could have stopped, but he didn’t. He was likely unable to handle his own overwhelming desire.  

Who was the one who said we’d do this just one more time!  

Cecilia felt indignant. During their first time, he had worn an expression of pure bliss, and now, after feeling guilty, he had the audacity to blame her. It was too much.  

She resented Ian Beaufort for his selfishness, but her feelings didn’t last long.  

Even as tears glistened in his eyes, he moved his hips like a b*ast in heat. Cecilia couldn’t tear her gaze away from him.  

Despite his beautiful face, the muscles hidden beneath his priestly robes captivated her.  

She wasn’t sure if it was because of his tall frame and naturally broad build, but she thought he had the body of a perfect creation.  

The contrast between his handsome face and his solid physique, combined with the image of him intoxicated by lust, paralyzed her reason.  

At that moment, all she wanted was to forget everything and lose herself in the waves of pleasure.