“That’s right, miss. I will take care of everything.”

I heard a pleasant chuckle in his thick throat as I leaned my head against him. Little by little, as he hugged me tightly with his strong arms, I felt a lightness spreading through my body, my strength now returning to my fingertips and toes.

‘No, this is… Is he using his holy power for something like this?’

When I reflexively realized that I should save my energy, I avoided getting angry and I only scolded him in my head. Slam! Mishael thrust into me forcefully while remaining in the seated position.

“Ah-huh…!”

“Now I know where you’re feeling it, Miss…….”

He lifted my waist again, and my body trembled. I involuntarily slipped out of him, only to be pulled deeper by gravity. The wavy red hair, which had been neatly trimmed just before leaving the house for the marriage meeting, now sprawled messily.

“Instead, please take full responsibility for me.”

Responsibility, that, what did I have to be responsible for……. With the gradually throbbing pleasure, my head felt light, making it difficult to think clearly .

“I feel like I can’t live without being with you. Now that I’ve imprinted myself on your p*ssy like a newborn baby…….”

The only thing that was certain was that…… Mishael never tired despite the continuous thrusts and penetrations, and so I moaned, blaming myself for saying something pointless.

***

When I regained consciousness, it was deep into the night. When we first started our lovemaking, it was still daylight and there was a thunderstorm.

It was worth it. After that, Mishael placed me on top of him and then laid on top of me again and again. He tried so many different positions to an extent that made me wonder how he knew, and drove me persistently to climax with his extraordinary c*ck, c*mming and hardening right back up right after. Occasionally healing me with his holy power.

It was insane.

My last memory was lying on my side, him raising my thighs up and nudging me, saying that it was narrower and more stimulating if I kept my legs together…

I don’t know if I hated it or not, and I don’t know if I was forced to do it or not.

I must have blacked out, since the cycle of his climax and er*ction had seemingly stopped by the time I regained my senses, greeted by a pitch-black night.

“Miss, are you awake?”

“Mm…”

And then, as if that wasn’t enough……. As I lay there with him holding me from behind, Mishael’s c*ck was proudly showcasing its presence behind my butt.

Now, there was no point in arguing about whether he was corrupted or not.

Mishael… cannot become a priest.

Of course, it’s not that the church’s doctrine emphasizes the physical purity of priests, and it’s not that he lacks the qualifications, but still, someone like this… shouldn’t become a priest, right…?

Someone who’s virile enough to get an er*ction a half dozen times a day and has no intention of restraining it……?

Perhaps this is not the 「Path of Wildflowers」 but rather some parallel universe called ‘Den of Wild Animals’, something like that?

I was expecting for Mishael to pounce at me again, so I got up and went out of the bed. I put on a nightgown he had prepared while I was asleep, just in case I heard him say something about my backside looking appetizing or something.

Gulp, the sound of Mishael swallowing his sleep sounded like a sigh.

As soon as I opened the window now fully stained by the night, the sound of rain poured into my ears. The raindrops didn’t seem very heavy, but since it had been raining continuously since morning, the ground was likely to be soaked.

“Ah, I need to go home…. What am I going to do.”

“What are we going to do.”

Mishael, who approached without me noticing, hugged my shoulders from behind.

“You can sleep deeply here today and leave tomorrow. Hans returned with the carriage around the time it started raining earlier.”

“Hans?”

Hans, the name of the coachman who brought me here.

“When he asked if there was a stable earlier, I said there wasn’t, so he had no choice but to leave and asked me to take care of you, Miss… I’m sorry. There is no proper stable in this house….”

“No, that, what…”

“If it rains heavily, Hans will come back.”

After he said this, Mishael nibbled lightly on my earlobe. This was also one of the areas where he had marked during our numerous bouts, sending a shiver down my spine and a lukewarm trickle on the area between my legs.

There were times when he inserted it after wiping away the previous cum, and there were also many times when he did not, so I couldn’t even guess when Mishael came inside me. The good news is, as someone with so much holy power as Mishael had, he could always use birth control if he wanted to…….

“Mishael.”

“Yes?”

“Did you plan today’s affair with my father?”

“Well, that….”

Mishael coughed and cleared his throat as though he was taken aback by my unexpected question.

“Surely Father didn’t want to arrange a marriage meeting between me and you.”

“….”

“Let me guess, did you mention that I’ll be staying out overnight…?”

“Ah, no.”

I wondered if the words ‘staying out overnight’ sounded so impure before. Mishael jumped up and suddenly returned to the familiar person I knew.

The shy, nervous one, that is.

Mishael buried his head on my shoulder from behind and mumbled, looking as though he was embarrassed.

“That’s… I provided counseling as a man to another man.”

“Counseling?”

“After all, the head of the family is an adult…… So I wondered if he would know about my situation.”

That’s true… Although my father and Mishael didn’t have a good relationship, Mishael lived in the Holy Kingdom throughout his time as a novitiate. There would be no one he could consult about this except for the people from Parma.

“Besides, since he only loved the lady’s mother all his life… I felt that he might not propose strange solutions.”

“Mm.”

Well that was an accurate judgment. Even though my father had his share of mishaps, he kept his lower body clean. I know that in my heart, and according to the information the Black Wings found out behind the scenes.

“So, did Father tell you to do this?”

“Ah, no…!”

Mishael sprang up again. I turned my shoulders to face him. His cheeks blushed, which was typical of the anxious and quiet Mishael.

“It’s not that, but… it could be a symbol of giving my whole life to only one person. I want to tell the lady honestly…”

“So that’s why I told me.”

“T-T-That’s… because it hurts too much, there’s nothing… I can do…”

Mishael hesitantly replied, looking at my reaction. It was hard to imagine that he was the same person who had relentlessly badgered and talked dirty to me a few moments ago. There was a pitiful expression on his face.

“Also, if we become lovers… this is natural… they say s*xual compatibility is important.”

I chuckled as Mishael continued to ramble on.

What’s the point of criticizing him for having a conversation with our bodies rather than a conversation with our minds. Anyway, Mishael had constant erections, his chronic illness showed no signs of improvement, and I had absolutely no intention of sharing this secret with anyone.

And, although it was because of a specific area, for the past two months, I found myself thinking about Mishael every day, and I started feeling a little different about him.

‘If it weren’t for the fact that he’s going to be a cardinal and a mace to Princess Daniella, Mishael is a worthy son-in-law.’

And not to mention his appearance. It perfectly suited my values of ‘having a natural encounter.’ As for his status, there was no problem with it as long as he was ordained a priest. Instead of working in the Holy Kingdom, he could serve God as a secular saint.

Besides, if Father and Mishael had such discussions, it would be reasonable to assume that he seriously considered our relationship.

But there was one problem.

‘What the hell was the Black Wings investigating?’

Whether he was a noble from Hesed or whatever, what’s with the forged documents? The trust built over the past 10 years was about to be completely shattered.

“By the way, I’m surprised. I didn’t expect Father to think of you in that way.”

“Haha, well…”

Mishael, who smiled so sheepishly, turned my shoulders around again as if changing the subject, making me look out the window.

“By the way, miss,”

His hand grasped both my br*asts at once while the other hand went down below my navel…

“If you can move now…”

“Ah, hnng…!”

His sliding hand slipped in smoothly, parting the folds and digging deep into my v*gina. His two fingers deeply embedded in, hooking like claws against the inner walls, his thick palm pressed against the cl*toris.

Even though I had already cl*maxed several times, there were subtle spasms in the firm, swollen nub, and despite sighing in relief, there were lingering contractions due to the pressure itself.

“Ah, M-Mishael…,”

“It’s hard again.”

“Ugh….”

I knew it from the start…

“Can we do it here…?”

It was a question that didn’t need an answer. As if he knew I’d say yes anyway, Mishael was already pushing himself inside me from behind.

I don’t know how many times I’ve already welcomed the entrance of that thick gl*ns, but my vaginal opening, which was covered in Mishael’s fluids, happily swallowed it.