Was it because of the tense atmosphere outside? Mishael, who barely managed to speak, was already on the verge of shedding tears.

Seeing his pale face and the slight lines under his eyes reminded me of that time. It was quite erotic… Ah, no. I forcefully swallowed my dry saliva, trying to express my pent-up feelings.

Somehow he understood my silence. And despite the fact that he might be in pain, Mishael continued speaking.

“Actually, I volunteered for the charity gala because I thought I might get a chance to see the lady… I wanted to discuss this matter with you… You’re the only one who knows my secret. But I can’t express it in a letter.”

“I see.”

“Yes, um… Since that day, my condition has worsened.”

I was taken aback by his words. Could it be that I mishandled the situation that day which led Mishael to realize his lust?

No, it couldn’t be… He was too ashamed and tortured by it until the end, so he couldn’t have done such a thing.

“What should we do…? If our ridiculous situation is discovered here and now…”

Mishael’s teary eyes looked at me. The beautiful man’s moist, innocent eyes were mesmerizing.

I discreetly glanced at his lower body. Underneath his navy blue robe, tied once at the waist with a string, was a…… well, um…….

‘If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have noticed, but now that I do, it’s obvious…’

Yes, I can’t let others see this obscene act, especially Princess Daniella…… No one, right.

“Follow me.”

I grabbed Mishael’s sleeve and looked around.

“Mishael, where is the quietest place in the Grand Temple?”

“What?”

“The most secluded place, so to speak. Or perhaps the place assigned as your temporary lodging.”

“Th-th-that, why…”

“We’ll just have to do with this place, today. I will take care of it in a hurry.”

Of course, he could always make an excuse of being sick and let him rest, but we have to be careful because today could be the day when he and Princess Daniella meet each other for the first time.

Unaware of my devious plan, poor Mishael was dragged along with hesitation.

***

“Uh…!”

Maybe it was the second time, but Mishael accepted this bizarre treatment more willingly than the last time.

I felt his embarrassment; I could feel him holding back, trying not to ej*culate easily. But he shouldn’t, as his lingering er*ction would only cause him pain. I stood with my knees in front of him in the chair, eagerly grasping and rubbing his hideously large thing today.

“Hmm, ugh…!”

I don’t know whether he was embarrassed by the way his face contorted in pleasure or because he was afraid of unintentionally moaning, but Mishael turned his head for a while and covered his mouth with one hand, tears streaming down his face.

To alleviate his suffering as soon as possible, I squeezed his pillar with all my might and moved my hand faster. Even though the pressure was more intense than last time, my hand became painfully sore, but for the sake of quickly finishing this, there was no choice.

The veins running down his pillar finally seemed to tingle, and his already tight gl*ns swelled even more.

I quickly wrapped his gl*ns with the handkerchief I had prepared in advance. Mishael had brought back the handkerchief that I used last time after washing it, not knowing that it would be used for the same purpose again.

With one hand holding the handkerchief and the other vigorously shaking his sturdy pillar, I could see his scrotum was starting to bulge, and then… a gush of white liquid gushed out of the opening.

In an instant, the prayer room was filled with a pungent smell.

Yes, that’s right. We’re in the prayer room.

In a private prayer room located in the residential area of ​​the Grand Temple, which is not open today.

The novitiate who hadn’t yet become an official priest who’s dealing with a persistent er*ction. And I, an ordinary person, who’s helping him with m*sturbation.

Mishael sat on a hard single wooden chair accepting my treatment and, just like before, exposing his thing through his pants. It wasn’t comfortable for me either. The single prayer room was so cramped that the dress I had carefully put on was wrinkled, but the situation was urgent, so I had no other choice.

I folded the handkerchief with my trembling hands and wiped off his slightly softer gl*ns.

“…I brought it, thinking that I might have a chance to see you, but I didn’t know it would be used like this again…”

“No, it’s okay. It was useful anyway.”

I retorted in an indifferent tone in response to Mishael’s lifeless words so that he wouldn’t feel sorry anymore. Perhaps because of the location, my touch, my touch was impatient as I wiped the surface of his p*nis. As I pulled his p*nis with the dry side of the handkerchief, thoroughly wiping away everything that had spread on the surface and what remained in the urethra.

I could have left the odor in the prayer room to air out, but I couldn’t have Mishael walking around with this fishy smell right now. Just in case, I carefully wiped his softened p*nis one more time.

“Okay, should we leave now?”

After firmly holding the handkerchief to prevent s*men from dripping, I stood up from my seat and tidied my messy hair.

“Well, um….”

“Ah.”

When I looked down at Mishael, his limp c*ck, which had diminished to the length of my palm… seemed to have regained its former… magnificence. I let out an embarrassed sound.

“Wha-what.”

Was it wrong to wipe it so meticulously with the handkerchief? Or had Mishael become accustomed to that level of stimulation?

His throbbing thing rose menacingly again, slightly tilting upwards, the engorged gl*ns seemed to mockingly look down at me, as if to tease me.

“Oh, Miss… Sorry. This, um…”

“Uh, it’s okay. It’s not something you did intentionally.”

“…….”

“As you said, it’s a chronic disease…”

Oh, what should I do? My hand that wanted to retort didn’t have the strength it had earlier, as though it had exhausted all its power.

I restlessly kneeled on the spot and lowered my head…

“Miss…huh!”

I swallowed Mishael’s thing just like that.

Mishael, who was about to let out a moan, had his mouth tightly shut. The stimulation must have been much stronger, as he almost let out a loud moan, but I didn’t want him to make unnecessary noise and get caught by someone else.

Honestly, I don’t know what possessed me to do this. It seemed that a sense of duty had taken over my mind, and I couldn’t let Mishael encounter the protagonist in such a devastated state.

I sucked on Mishael’s tightened gl*ns once again. Even though I wiped it meticulously with a handkerchief, the traces of the previous ej*culation didn’t completely disappear, leaving a disgusting sour taste in my mouth.

But this wasn’t the time to dwell on such things. I firmly gripped the base of Mishael’s pillar with both hands and vigorously moved my head up and down.

No matter how deeply I swallowed, more than half of the base still remained, and the thick tip was not only touching my uvula, it was almost blocking my throat. Although a reflexive wave of nausea washed over me, I forced myself to endure and sucked on the shaft energetically. I could feel tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

“Huh, M-Miss….”

“It’s okay. This way is faster. Doing it by hand didn’t work.”

After responding mechanically, I looked up at Mishael without taking my mouth off his p*nis. Perhaps because the scene looked strange that Mishael’s c*ck twitched again, and his face turned red.

This was not the right time. Once again, I lowered my head and swallowed Mishael’s p*nis. I sucked on the gl*ns as if I were sucking on candy, and with my tongue, I lapped on the lower part of the shaft up to the urethral opening. Below that, with my hand, I stroked and squeezed the root… Saliva flowed from my mouth down to his pillar, making a squishy sound as I hit Mishael’s scrotum, and the friction sound from my hand stroking the base of his p*nis started to resonate.

While concealing my lips, I sucked with as much force as possible, causing my jaw to ache.

In the meantime, Mishael seemed to have somewhat adapted to this situation, and the reflexive jerking of his body in protest had gradually subsided. The sound of him suppressing moans deep in his throat, the sound of me sucking on his p*nis, and the sound of my saliva flowing along his shaft and rubbing against my hand filled the prayer room.

He helped me brush my hair to one side. My hair was roughly falling off as I hastily bobbed my head up and down, and it seemed uncomfortable. As soon as my neck was exposed, the sweat I had as I endeavored in this confined space evaporated and I felt much cooler.

“Ah, Miss… it’s really, really…”

Squelch, squelch… The moist friction sound of my salivating mouth colliding with scrotum continued for a while.

Does he no longer deny the pleasure caused by this act? Instead of stopping me, Mishael now began to grunt and moan, seemingly intoxicated by excitement. Soon, his hand, which was caressing the nape of my neck, began to slowly descend and lightly stroke my half-n*ked back.

Perhaps he needed somewhere to lean on to endure the overwhelming pleasure. His touch, as he stroked my back and shoulders, became more intense. Perhaps because this act, taking place in the chapel, was so obscene and treacherous, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of arousal.

“Ah, uh…”

The handsome man’s moans were quite handsome. I felt his moans seeping into my ears and his strong touch encouraging me, and I became even more engrossed in appeasing him with my mouth. My cheeks sucked his gl*ns so hard that they turned pale, and I poured all my remaining strength into rubbing his base. As I slathered his balls with my saliva, I fervently wished that what was inside it that was causing Mishael’s p*nis to er*ect would cease to exist.

Some time passed like that. Perhaps because the stimulation was even more intense than it had been with my hand, it didn’t take as long as before when I noticed the surface of the pillar trembling…

“M-Miss, it’s, it’s okay….!”

The moment my lips pressed against his surface with my teeth clenched, an indescribable tremor ran through his skin. At this moment, I moved the hand that was grasping the pillar even faster, and a thick fluid burst out from his urethra.

With his gl*ns still inside my mouth, I could feel something lukewarm and fishy. It was really bitter and tasteless, but…….

“Miss, sp, spit it out quickly!”

Ignoring Mishael’s flustered words, I swallowed what was in my mouth. I tried to pass it over as quickly as possible without touching my tongue, but the lingering bitterness made the back of my tongue feel rotten.

“Why…”

“Hmm, urgh! Well, we should be committing a perfect crime.”

“But…”

“I told you, didn’t I? There’s nothing I won’t do for you.”

I repeated the words that I had brainwashed him with over the past decade, and showed him my villainous smile. I thought I swallowed his sticky cum with one gulp, but it seemed like a little came out.

Then, I found a dry part of the handkerchief and softly wiped the corners of my mouth.

“……Huh.”

“……”

“Mishael, you…”

I couldn’t figure out what was happening anymore. Mishael had regained his length and volume, and his expression seemed like he was about to cry.

“Miss, I, also…”

Ha, it’s not easy.

No matter how composed and austere Mishael is, why was there something completely different below the waist? He tried his best to restrain himself, but was his manhood always… this lively?

Or… even though I was trying to provide a quick solution out of good intentions, did I ultimately awaken his desire?

‘Mishael, who had never reached out or held hands with the protagonist he considered his destiny…!’

I was overwhelmed by a strong sense of responsibility and self-loathing. With the thought that I had to resolve this somehow, I tried to reach out once again…