I Thought You Were A Sweet, Kind-Hearted Person!

CHAPTER SIX.
Climax

Flash, rumble… Crash!

After lightning turned the indoors white, it didn’t take long for thunder to follow. It was as if to visualize the shock I was about to receive…….

I mean, what? L-l-low, lower… lips?

‘Just now, what did he say…’

d*ck, p*ssy… So the sound that came out of Mishael’s mouth was… Was that right?

I couldn’t regain my composure from the shock of the thunder and the words that I assumed came from Mishael’s mouth. Mishael, who was looking at me, smiled brightly with rounded eyes, and his red irises shone strangely.

Mishael, so he could make this expression too…?

“When thunder strikes like this, it reminds me of the old times. When you were young and couldn’t easily fall asleep when there was thunder and lightning, I used to hold your hand tightly.”

“That, yeah, that’s right. That’s how it was.”

Surprised by Mishael mentioning their childhood at such an embarrassing moment, I willingly got caught up in those memories.

“If you held my hand and told me it’s alright, then I would fall asleep quickly.”

“That’s right. Today too, I will put you to sleep, Miss. But…”

At the tail end of his words, a bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of Mishael’s mouth.

“I can only think of sleeping with you in a different way.”

After saying that, he adjusted his grip, clasping his long and firm finger between my slender fingers.

“Even now, I’m holding your hand… That tightly p*ssy of yours is all I can think about, Miss.”

And then, instantly, he pulled my hand towards his crotch. The destination of my hand was… his p*nis that I’ve touched, sucked, and had inserted inside me before. As usual, his p*nis was hard and swollen.

And by ‘as usual,’ I mean…

Confusion spread across my face, and Mishael quickly wore an apologetic expression.

“I must be broken… Miss.”

His eyes instantly reddened, as if he was about to shed tears. Perceiving his appearance in a melancholic light, I unconsciously swallowed my dry saliva.

“Since the day you first touched my d*ck, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Oh, no, it’s not like that.”

“Yes. Even though you were just trying to calm my condition… Whenever I think of you, my d*ck stands up and throbs…”

The words were spoken in a deadpan manner, but something about the word in the middle made me wonder if I hadn’t heard something wrong earlier……? Could it be that in the Kingdom, they use that kind of expression to break the solemnity around s*x…?

“And then, at the last festival…”

Soon, Mishael tilted his head even further and spoke in a whisper.

“You sucked me off, and you even swallowed my cum.”

“That, that… “

“I liked it so much… I keep thinking about it and it’s driving me crazy.”

“…….”

“It was so good, I came instantly.”

“No, Mishael, that was your first…”

It must have been your first time… These words faded away from my faltering lips. It was good in a way, but was that really the kind of thing…… Mishael would indulge in?

“That’s right. You’re always right, so it must be true…”

Mishael, who murmured like that, leaned his head a little again and positioned his face properly in my line of sight. The noble features of his face, like the statue of a god sculpted by the greatest artist of the time, was somehow dripping with color. Was it because his face looked pale due to the lightning flashing outside the window? Or maybe it was because what was in my hand was constantly twitching and asserting its presence.

Mishael slowly moved his hand and brushed my hair behind my ear. The touch of his hand subtly brushing against the hair around my ear sent chills down my neck.

“So Miss if we try it properly this once and I still keep having such desires…”

“Properly…?”

“If I resolve all my curiosity but I keep thinking about you, I will inevitably become corrupted… So, Miss, won’t you take responsibility for me?”

“Me? No, that’s… “

Well, even if it’s not me but another woman… I was taken aback when I had that thought, that any woman would be okay.

In fact, when I thought of ‘another woman,’ the first person that came to my mind was Daniella, the protagonist of ‘Wildflowers.’ But I immediately felt uncomfortable. It resonated with the relief I felt when I confirmed that Mishael showed no particular interest in Princess Daniella when he saw her in the previous event.

The image of Mishael that I had in my mind until now was someone who admired the protagonist but never indulged in lust. But now, is it because of me that he has become corrupted?

If that’s the case, then even if the bag is ruined¹…

‘Doing it only inside…… is that right?’

Why, there was also a saying about keeping quiet about my past life. So if I keep my mouth shut, there shouldn’t be any problems with Mishael’s steady rise in the Order as intended.

Perhaps I spent too much time thinking about Mishael’s situation, because once I started, my self-rationalization cascaded like dominoes.

‘The original Mishael had this illness, but I wonder how he managed to overcome it somehow.’

Maybe I caused this problem needlessly by trying to solve it on my own… So, did I twist the original story a little too much?

I’m not sure what accountability Mishael wants from me… but I’ll try to handle the consequences of my actions as much as I can. The damage may have been done, but hopefully this will satisfy his curiosity and help him overcome his condition.

‘You see, today’s events must remain a secret. We don’t have much time left until your priest promotional exam. So, you must never let others find out. People might misunderstand.’

‘I see. I was just keeping my word to Mishael.’

I nodded my head in approval, not realizing that all of this was rationalizing my desire to do it again with him.

At that moment, it seemed like Mishael was satisfied with my response. He rested his chin on my shoulder and began unfastening the buttons of the dress that tightly clung to my back, one by one. Although he’s never undressed me, perhaps because he had been watching me change clothes for a long time, he smoothly untangled them without fumbling.

Gulp. The sound of my pounding heart echoed in my ears.

Once again, I truly realized how close we were. His full shoulders just below my chin, our chests almost touching, his strong arms wrapped generously around my back……. I felt trapped in his heat, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

On the other hand, due to the close proximity between us, something I had once tasted and enjoyed was pressing against my lower abdomen.

Would it be possible to fully experience it this time…? Mishael said he wants to enjoy it even longer this time…

As I got lost in that thought, Mishael had already unbuttoned all buttons and carefully removed one shoulder of the dress. All that remained was a thin chemise dress and the corset worn over it…

“Ah, Miss…”

“….Hmm!”

“Really, really… really white.”

As Mishael’s lips pulled at the tip of my ear and lightly nibbled on it, a tingling sensation spread along my earlobe, carefully managing the pressure to prevent any pain.

“How white the nape of your neck was when you lowered your head in the chapel and said you would suck my c*ck off…”

“Mm, Mi…shael…!”

As Mishael’s fingertips brushed against my neck and momentarily hovered just below my throat, they continued to slide down. That sensual tickling sensation followed down my spine like a domino, pooling in the depths beneath my navel.

Meanwhile, his lips traced along my ear, earlobe, beneath my ear, and teased the deepest part of my collarbone one by one.

“I wanted to kiss you here, leaving my mark and clutching your body tightly, but I was worried about hurting your delicate collarbone.”

Is Mishael saying these things because he’s excited? For someone with such big and strong hands, all he could do was run errands for me, not martial arts. At best, he knew how to roll up his sleeves.

While he was talking, his fingers at my back managed to swiftly untie the lace of my corset. Then, with a flick, he threw the corset far away.

“Ah, Miss…”

Mishael stared intently at my body for a while. In the place where the suffocating corset disappeared, only a thin chemise remained, clearly revealing the contours of my upper body.

“It’s much more beautiful than I imagined.”

“… Huh?”

Imagined…?

Well, it wouldn’t be unusual for Mishael to be immersed in obscene fantasies ever since I first helped him. And it wasn’t strange for me to be the only subject of his fantasies.

He bowed his head and pushed me down. He exposed my chest by lifting the edge of my clothes, then gently sucked on my n*pple through the thin layer of fabric. The feeling of the unfamiliar texture soaked in saliva left a strange feeling on my skin. While the chemise was soft to the touch, the repeated suction made the thin fabric cling moistly to my n*pple.

“Mmm…”

Soon enough, Mishael cautiously played with his hand, slowly cupping the sagging flesh of my br*asts on either side and squeezing them as if to carve out the contours on his hand. With each movement, the moist fabric moved back and forth, arousing a tingling excitement on my n*pple.

“Ah, Miss… how… um… it feels like this.”

Mishael caressed my full chest with both hands, alternately sucking and nibbling on my n*pples, their dark hues now visible through the damp fabric, and chewed on them meticulously. Each time he sucked or bit, the slightly delayed movement of the clinging fabric caused a strange sensation to bloom at the peak of my chest.

A tingling sensation ran down my spine, and it felt like something was flowing below.

‘This is crazy…’