After the long kiss ended, Mishael parted his lips from mine and licked up the saliva stretched between our lips with his tongue. The friction-reddened lips were incredibly erotic. Looking blankly at my fiancé’s face that remained beautiful without a hint of disarray even in the morning……

“Eh, huh……!”

“Your lower lips are desperate to take something thicker…… What do you think?”

Mishael narrowed his eyes with a lascivious smile and began to move his hand that planted below me rapidly.

“Ah! Huh! Uh! That’s……!”

“Do you want to put your hand in too? Your p*ssy…… It bites and chews well on my hand.”

“Stop, stop…… Ah!”

It’s been almost a year since we started mingling our bodies, but Mishael’s lewd talk always embarrassed me no matter how much I heard it. I tried to avoid his lewd voice as though I was fleeing from it, but I couldn’t do anything about the pleasure his hands provided. Heat built up layer by layer until the groin where his hand was planted twitched involuntarily. Squelch, squelch, all the traces of last night he had spilled inside me had long been washed away; only what I released soaked and made squelching noises at the junction of our bodies.

“Even if it’s a little late, as long as we manage to arrive in the holy kingdom in the morning… I think it was worth it. I’ll work hard, okay?”

The sensitive flesh exposed from the foreskin, and the peak inside my walls that was continuously being scratched by his fingertips sent a relentless, intense pleasure throughout my entire v*lva. Heat burst from both fingertips and toes. Waves of pleasure that I didn’t get accustomed to even after mingling our flesh dozens, hundreds of times loomed from afar, causing a reflexive tremor of fear in me…

“Ah! Uh……!”

With starlight whitening before my eyes, I fell into climax. His strokes suddenly relaxed as what burst from within drenched both my p*ssy and his hand that was pressing into it. My lower half uncontrollably trembled then slumped.

“Aren’t you disappointed, huh?”

“That’s enough, huh……!”

“Lionella. Should I rub deeper?”

“Uh! Mish, uh!”

“I’ll thrust with my p*nis, okay? To places where my fingers can’t reach. Your p*ssy says it’s empty, it keeps throbbing……”

“Ahng, don’t know……”

I covered my face with both hands.

Although starting the morning with lovemaking with Mishael had become routine since we began living together…… I intended to start the day devoutly as much as we needed to prepare in advance for our schedule tomorrow in the holy kingdom.

“I’m sad……”

“It’s unfair. Only you are going alone, Lily……”

“Well, huh! You……”

Perhaps because I seemed sullen, Mishael murmured in a subdued voice while scraping the surface of my cl*toris with his fingernail. The surface that had become hot enough to burn and had just cl*maxed was tingling hotly.

“I’m sorry, Lily…… But.”

Sigh. What can I do? I sighed softly and pulled down my hands that had covered my face. I didn’t want to see Mishael looking gloomy. Although his hand movements were naughty for someone looking gloomy……

“Mish. Then instead of now……”

“Yes.”

Mishael looked at me tenderly with obedient eyes. His slightly flushed cheeks and facial features, as if he was sculpted by a master craftsman standing out with perfect proportions like an angel statue, seemed to regard me as if I were the most special person in the world…… Today again, while caressing my beautiful fiancé’s cheek, I took a slow breath.

“Since tonight is the only night in a year we’ll be apart…… Don’t break the rules and come looking for me just because you’re hurting there; you have to endure well, okay?”

“Then, Lily.”

“Hm, alright.”

I lay down straight towards him with a shy smile. At my gesture, allowing him to penetrate, Mishael’s face brightened in an instant. As if it grew with the gesture once more, what had been standing stiff enough to reach his navel twitched.

…Yes. My Mishael is like this.

Whether the him in my dreams was the original Cardinal Mishael or a third entity, it didn’t matter to me. I don’t know what the purpose of that dream was… But in reality, I am happy with my Mishael, who gets gloomy at my every move and then smiles brightly.

He spread my legs and positioned himself between them. Mishael rubbed himself a few times before aligning his tip with my entrance. Slowly putting his weight on that junction, something thick slid into the wet place. The firm edge of his swollen gl*ns scraped along my vaginal wall, sliding through, and the pleasure that had been pooled between the vaginal folds dyed my v*lva. At the moment of a weakly regenerated climax, I shivered.

“Lily.”

He pulled out halfway by moving his hips back, and then slowly pushing deeper with a thud! Mishael whispered softly.

“Can we do it in the carriage later too?”

“…What?”

“Since we can’t tonight… Of course, unless something suddenly comes up… But this consecration is important to the holy kingdom too, so wouldn’t it be better to prevent it in advance…?”

What…? Mishael looked at me earnestly with his bright red eyes, seemingly pleading. The words were spoken while trying to push the gl*ns even deeper with another thrust of his hips.

Sigh. Alright, alright.

How long do I have to pretend not to notice this cunning manipulation…

‘I wonder when he’ll tell me that he just had no intention of putting up with it.’

I chuckled and stretched out both arms towards him. In response, Mishael smiled prettily and willingly lowered his head, letting me wrap my arms around his neck, then started moving his hips, thump, thump.

***

Later that afternoon, in the holy kingdom.

‘Ah, whose fiancé is he. Quite splendid.’

I grinned incessantly at the sight of Mishael dressed in his clerical robe.

The robe, clean of any speck and long enough to cover the ankles, seemed to express purity. The collar, buttoned up below the Adam’s apple, made the wearer look more ascetic, and a belt made from the same fabric emphasized his inverted triangle silhouette with broad shoulders.

I’m not sure if it’s appropriate to interpret clerical robes so secularly, but…

He looks handsome in formal attire too, but perhaps because I’ve imagined Mishael growing into a noble priest for so long, or because his appearance living ascetically in the monastery until recently is so vivid in my mind, or knowing he was destined to become a steadfast cardinal but fell because of me. To my eyes, he seemed most fitting in a priestly garb.

‘To see this view once a year…?’

I swallowed dryly, unable to hide my fervent gaze.

We came to the holy kingdom for Mishael to participate as a secular saint in the ordination ceremony happening tomorrow. His role was to bless those being officially ordained as priests alongside other high-ranking priests.

Normally, a secular saint wouldn’t take part in such events. However, Mishael is a rare individual born with immense holy power. When he gave up being ordained to marry me, the holy kingdom reluctantly accepted it on the condition that he would participate in the ordination ceremony as an honorary priest once a year.

Because there’s a ritual where each new priest is imbued with holy power as they are reborn into the bosom of the deity, and there’s no one as pure and powerful as Mishael. In terms of holy power alone, he could rival even the Pope. Visually and meaningfully, it helps the holy kingdom significantly for Mishael to take part.

And tomorrow would be the first time Mishael fulfills that promise.

From today until the end of the ordination ceremony tomorrow, he would have authority equivalent to that of an honorary priest, evidenced by wearing his clerical robes. With great power comes great responsibility, they say, so instead, Mishael had to spend tonight alone in a special space in the cathedral, performing a ritual to cleanse himself of worldly impurities.

That’s why he was so petulant this morning, and I thought it was a bit much but…

‘Seeing him in clerical robes now, it’s quite a sight… Can’t he come more than once a year?’

The most sinful person was me. I am neither a priest nor a secular saint, so I felt not an ounce of shame; on one hand, it’s content that would upset Mishael just by hearing it, so I’ll never speak of it for life.

While I was lost in thought admiring Mishael’s figure…

“…Lily?”

He stepped forward briskly and bent down to meet my eyes. My cheeks warmed slightly, and his large hand covering my forehead blocked half my vision.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm-hmm. You’re too handsome, my fiancé.”

“Enough to want a kiss?”

“…Well, that’s…”

As I rolled my eyes away from his gaze, Mishael’s face came even closer.

“There’s also a chapel here.”

“What are you talking about…!”

“Just saying.”

A handsome face approached closely with a fresh smile, joking. Beyond those gently folded eyelids, his red eyes held a warmth only I could recognize… But still, some things are not allowed. What happened in the temple’s chapel before as an emergency help for Mishael… was a kind of dark history after all.

“Lily, why is your face turning red again? What were you thinking?”

As if to replace a kiss, Mishael pressed one side of my cheek and stood up with a handsome smile stretching one side of his mouth. Since when did he become so sly…….

“Sister Lionella. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Then, from behind Mishael, a middle-aged woman appeared. She, wearing a shawl that symbolized her high position, stood in front of me, put her hands together, and greeted me politely.

“I am Estonar, responsible for the holy kingdom’s cathedral. His Holiness the Pope and all the members of the order deeply appreciate the dedication you have offered to the Lord.”

“It’s just a small gesture of sincerity, I’m embarrassed by your words.”

“Also, I apologize for constantly involving your fiancé despite him having left the order. We have separately expressed our gratitude to the brother.”

“Not at all. I always feel guilty for making someone, whom the Lord loved and granted great power, leave the order due to my personal feelings. I consider it an honor to be able to dedicate myself to the Lord even outside the order, so please think of it lightly.”

I expressed as much humility as possible and made a well-crafted greeting.

In reality, Mishael was annoyed by being involved with the order even after leaving it, and I would have disliked it if Mishael did, but considering how desperately the holy kingdom searched around Lycius as soon as they sensed Mishael’s manifested holy power, it must have been a desperate issue for them. In the original story I now consider as a parallel universe, despite the ignorance of the Marquis of Parme, they still tried hard.

‘And if Mishael builds a friendly relationship with the holy kingdom, it will also be a strength for the princess……’

The princess. That is, Princess Daniella, whom I swore loyalty to after being introduced by the leader of the Black Wings Guild following our engagement ceremony. There’s no longer a Cardinal Mishael to be her mace, but I could pave her flower path in another way through the Marquis of Parma house I raised in place of my father, thus burying my debt to her.

“Sister, I truly appreciate your words. It’s embarrassing to say, but there’s no one who has received as much love from the Lord as Brother Mishael, so we are truly grateful that you share your strength with the order like this.”

“Have I done anything?”

“The brother decided to come to the holy kingdom and live as a secular saint outside the order following your beliefs…… That’s what they said.”

“Ah, haha. Right……”

I became awkward with the high priest’s repeated pleasantries.

Mishael going to the holy kingdom happened because he manifested great holy power, whether I objected or not, and Mishael making some promises with the holy kingdom in exchange for leaving was because the order couldn’t easily let go of him who possessed such powerful holy power even if he became a cardinal.

Even though I had no part in it, how Mishael talked to the order made them this deeply grateful, more than when I donated a large sum of money every year.

‘After all, in an order where holy power decides everything, if Mishael really disliked it, nothing could be done. It must be packaged as if I had soothed someone trying to leave unconditionally.’

When I glanced at Mishael, he was smiling at me with a ‘didn’t I do well’ look on his face. If he were a dog, it felt like he would have a big tail wagging behind him.

“Well then. If it’s alright with you, may I introduce you to the cathedral? We still have some time before dinner.”