“Miss, did you know?”

“Hmm…?”

“If I put it back in… it will go deeper.”

“What…?”

Where on earth did he learn about this stuff? No, how did he become so skilled in the first place? Clearly, until not long ago… he would feel embarrassed even about having morning erections, and he didn’t even know how to m*sturbate.

That was definitely the case…

Because he couldn’t forget what happened last time, had he been reading the Kama Sutra in the meantime?

And those… ‘moaning’ and ‘sleeping’… How did he learn all that?

If that really is the case…

‘I was wrong.’

I thought about it before, but experiencing it first hand made me realize how great my sin was. I thought I had simply introduced him to the pleasures of ej*culation, but I made Mishael aware of the pleasure of having s*x with someone else.

“Miss, I guess this… must be a problem, right?”

Perhaps because of my contemplative look, Mishael’s face immediately turned grim again.

“I’m the one who forced myself on a first-timer like you, Miss, doing what I wanted without asking for your consent. And now I’m only thinking about taking advantage of you again…”

“Mi…Mishael.”

“But please believe me. It’s true that I have fallen… that I’ve lost control of my lusts to the point where I can no longer serve my god…….”

Mishael wore a face that seemed on the verge of shedding tears. As if he were trying to be affectionate, he showered me with heartless bird kisses on my cheeks, on my chin, my earlobe, along the nape of my neck, and trailed down towards my collarbone.

“It’s as if my very essence has imprinted upon you, like a baby bird imprinting on its mother.”

Then our eyes met once more. He had a sorrowful expression on his face, as if tears could flow at any moment.

Once again, I have long regarded Mishael’s physical and mental well-being as if it were my own life, so his pained expression was the most effective way to convince me.

Above all, I had decided to forget any reluctance towards having s*x with him.

In fact, when I thought about it and the original work separately, it felt like a certain feeling that I had been ignoring was raising its head…

“F-Fine! Let’s give it a try first. Let’s talk again after you’re satisfied.”

“Is that really okay…?”

Mishael smiled as if he had been waiting and slowly slid out of me. The swollen tip of his er*ect c*ck came down, scraping against my vaginal wall, and what was left of his lukewarm juices dripped down.

But Mishael didn’t move immediately. He just stared at the place I’d just come from in awe, as if he was looking at some otherworldly wonder.

“Miss, this…”

“Hmm?”

“There’s a mix of what I did and what you did.”

W-what we did…. His surprising choice of words made me hesitate for a moment, but I couldn’t come up with anything to add. It was clear that Mishael would blame himself, saying it was because of his humble origins.

While I laid there, confused, Mishael lowered his waist and buried his face into my groin.

No way.

“M-Mishael…!”

But thankfully, his lips were heading elsewhere. It was my inner thigh, right beside my groin, where he pressed his lips. Since it never saw the sun, the kiss that settled on the whitest part of my body felt rich.

“Even if I make it red… no one will know, right?”

You can’t even show Jen…. Mishael spoke hoarsely and sucked in my delicate flesh fiercely. He sucked hard enough to make her bruise. Unsatisfied with just one, he continued the deep kiss, again and again. As his kisses approached the center, the vibrations of my flesh moved down to the center, layer by layer.

In other words, a p*ssy that hasn’t cl*maxed in a very long time was being stimulated by his lips that were wandering nearby. It didn’t take long for the tickling to fade away, replaced by a tinge of excitement.

In the intense heat, I unconsciously arched my back, but Mishael didn’t seem to mind as he continued to kiss me. Chu, chuu, chu, With a subtle sound, the sensation of his lips sucking up the flesh continued at a leisurely pace.

“Ha, Miss…”

His hot breath parted my pubic hair. I could feel it coursing through my v*gina before I could do anything about it. I wonder if he noticed the blush on my face.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be tangled up again soon.”

Mishael said this and covered my p*ssy with his palm. He wiped away the flowing wetness with his palm and rubbed it against my cl*toris.

“Hm…!”

“Miss, I guess it doesn’t matter if it’s my c*ck or your p*ssy juices, it all tastes good to you.”

You’re eating it well. I thought my head would turn completely white from all the nonsense I was hearing.

“Yes, just like that… It’s bright red here too, just like your blushing face, Miss. When you suck my c*ck, your mouth was just as wet.”

Mishael continued to talk incoherently as he kept stroking my lower lips with his palm. With squelching sounds, he spread the cum mixed with my juices, creating a slippery friction. His pubic hair rubbed against my l*bia a beat too late, and it was only a matter of time before I felt a rush of excitement along my cl*t. My swollen cl*toris, which was already stimulated without pause, was also engulfed by the pleasure. The more he rubbed his hand over my p*ssy, the more heat built up, and soon my l*bia were trembling slightly.

The deeper it went, the more intensely painful the place where Mishael’s tip had stabbed again and again. I started wishing I could be deeply penetrated again.

No, for now, it might not be a bad idea to reach the peak of pleasure like this… When I thought about that, I couldn’t help but feel like my v*gina clenched.

One corner of Mishael’s mouth, which had been carefully exploring my hole, curled upward in satisfaction.

“Miss, now…”

“Ah…”

“Rather than doing it with my hand, I should use my c*ck.”

Perhaps he saw the regretful look on my face when his touch has stopped, Mishael crinkled the bridge of his nose and laughed, lifting me to my feet.

“Since your p*ssy wants my c*ck so badly, I’ll give it to you right away…”

I didn’t even have the energy left to be embarrassed by his vulgar words anymore.

“I want you to shake your as$ erotically.”

Having said that, his gentle touch turned me around and made me lie face down on the bed. In the meantime, he brought a pillow from the bed and placed it under my waist. Thanks to that, I didn’t need to struggle to prop myself up with my arms, and I was able to be in a position with my as$ raised high like he wanted.

“Hmmng…!”

What went into me from behind was Mishael’s finger. His hooked finger calmly scraped along my inner wall. The things that had been stuck between my vaginal folds dripped down.

“I want to be so close to you, Miss. I don’t want to leave any space between us.”

“Hngg, o-okay…”

I don’t know where Mishael learned these from in the first place, but I felt like I was half giving up. The other half of me was… excited at the thought of having Mishael’s d*ck inside me again.

“Ha, Miss…”

Mishael, who looked like he was going to insert it right away, bowed his waist and lay flat on my back. A smooth kiss instantly poured down my spine. The touch of his moist lips on my sensitive skin reawakened the shivers that had been settled deep within me, whether from my earlier climax or from the way he had just stirred my inner walls.

“Here too… I want to leave my mark.”

“The…there…”

“When I return to Parma, I will become the lady’s personal attendant instead of Jen, Miss.”

“Mi…shael…”

“Then, no matter what marks I leave on you the Miss’ body, no one will notice.”

“……”

“I’ll just go as far as here for now… But I’m going to put my lip marks all over here. Right below the lady’s chest, on your neck, in the groove between your br*asts that tightens when you wear a corset, even on your neck… I will leave all my traces.”

He said he was going back to Parma, that he was going to wait on me… As I listened to his affirmative future plans in a direction I had never thought of before, I shuddered slightly with every touch of his lips.

“Then those high-minded bastards won’t dare to cast a disgusting glance at you, Miss.”

Who are you calling high-minded bastards?

“Hngg, Miss.”

Mishael was still stroking my p*ssy while he said that.

“You don’t have to look at me like that… I’ll feed you soon enough.”

I wanted to defend myself and say that I didn’t provoke him, but with my as$ high and my head pressed down, I couldn’t come up with a proper retort. Besides, I could feel my v*gina throbbing under his fingers, probably because of the pleasure running down my spine.

Soon after, there was a rustling sound from behind. Mishael, who had been fumbling with the front of his pants the entire time, had removed them completely.

Mishael’s thighs, which had been difficult to see because of the training clothes that reached down to the thighs…. was as big as my waist. No, now that I think about it, when I straddled him at the chapel, I felt pretty secure…?

What, did this guy come to the Grand Temple to only train his physical strength? Who wouldn’t think he’s capable of subduing any back alley just by looking at him?”

While I was trying to ease the embarrassed feelings with such a joke, Mishael, now completely n*ked, gently stroked his towering c*ck.

It was surprisingly fascinating. Something that big was sliding in and out of me…….

He must have read the embarrassment in my gaze, because Mishael leaned in again, his chest pressed against my back. His hair, which had grown long enough to cover the nape of his neck, cascaded down my back and tickled me.