PROLOGUE

T/N: since this is a re-upload and i’m too lazy, i’ve decided not to italicize and bold some sentences since it would take such a long time and i would get bored. thank you for your understanding.

PS. also, volume one’s translation is not so good this was one of my early projects. i hope you understand (·•᷄∩•᷅ )

“Mi-Mishael….”

I looked up at the man who climbed onto me without even blinking. His vivid red eyes, filled with an intense red light, seemed somewhat dim, and beyond them, it felt like a burning fire was raging.

The man in front of me was a trainee of the religious order. He was destined to become an official priest and later, with his immense power, would become a high-ranking figure in the kingdom, revered by all as a symbol of holiness and nobility.

He was dressed in the off-white robes of a novitiate, buttoned up to the neck. Not a single wrinkle or blemish could be found, and his monastic robes looked as pure and ascetic as the priests themselves.

However, his lower body, snug against my thigh, revealed something large and solid. Though there should have been several layers of fabric such as undergarments and trousers, I could clearly feel the heat emanating from that area.

The identity of the outline, which I had already seen in person several times, was clear in my mind even without looking at it. And I also knew what state it was in now…

“So, I mean, right now, this is…”

In fact, I was having a hard time understanding the situation I was in.

Why was Mishael here?

I was definitely visiting the suburban country house owned by my prospective marriage partner, arranged through my father’s introduction. My last memory was thinking about how he invited someone from afar, just not to show up in the end; so I turned away from the water they offered to quench my thirst and chose the words I wanted to say as soon as he showed up…

When I opened my eyes, I found myself on a bed that appeared to be on the second floor of the villa, and it was Mishael, not my mysterious suitor, who awaited when I awoke.

Mishael, who had come into our family as a whipping boy, took in the confusion on my face and immediately displayed a pitiful expression, looking crestfallen.

“Miss, are you angry?”

“No, it’s just that… I can’t understand the situation right now…”

I had the feeling that I should be angry, but I couldn’t help being weak in the face of Mishael’s struggling appearance. I had spent a long time sincerely working for Mishael’s well-being, so that he would not bear a grudge against our family and seek revenge, just like in the original story.

So, I calmly waited for Mishael’s explanation.

“I had no choice, Miss.”

Suddenly, Mishael slowly raised one of my hands, which was loosely spread on the bed, and brought it to his face. The look on his face as he rubbed his cheek with my hand was truly devastating.

“Miss… What should I do now?”

His eyes gradually welled up, and his clear red eyes, as though set with the finest rubies, shimmered. The puffy bags under his eyes and the cheeks tinged with a faint blush… His silver hair, neatly combed, made his porcelain-like face, which was now filled with various shades of color, look truly decadent.

Ah, no, decadent isn’t the right word.

What a blasphemous word to describe someone who was who would become one of the priests who would devote himself to the flowery throne path of the protagonist by bringing down the mace upon the lesser things of the kingdom.

But considering the things that had happened between him and me, it was not difficult to interpret Mishael’s face. Besides…

“I, who desired to become a priest, have dared to lust after a woman and have fallen into corruption….”

I grew even more aware of his bare presence touching against my thigh.

“Shouldn’t the young lady take responsibility for someone like me?”

I’m dying to bury myself in your p*ssy right now……. The next words he whispered in my ears sent a chill down my spine.

Before I could react, Mishael’s lips landed on my ear. With the tip of his sharp tongue, he traced the depths and curves of my ear, lightly nibbled on it, tickled the back of my ear, and gently bit my earlobe…

“Hm, umh…”

“Haha, Miss, your ears turn red so easily… I’m sure the flesh inside your p*ssy is undoubtedly just as red.”

No, I mean, where did you learn that kind of language?

You’re supposed to become a priest.

Unable to desire the original protagonist due to his own humble status, he engaged in the role of a subservient male character, who, as a priest, listened to all her worries, wielded the authority of a court official, and resolved all the obstacles to the heroine with kindness and steadfastness.

“Hm, Misha… el…”

As I tried to comprehend the current situation, which seemed completely wrong from the start, I responded obediently to Mishael’s kisses, which were descending lower and lower. From under my ear to the nape of my neck, along my collarbone, and finally… I had no hesitation in response to his hand gliding over my chest, feeling a slight embarrassment.

So, how did this happen…