Lord Aleph, that is, her former fiancé. Him being mentioned made Lionella’s eyes freeze in a different way.

‘Do you know? That cardinal eyed by the third princess… was actually our house’s dog… Well, they’re both of unclear origin, so I guess birds of a feather flock together.’

Mishael was a novitiate on the first day he attended an royal banquet. It was a day when she pretended to chat with Lord Aleph, who was her fiancé at the time, loudly revealing his past and mocking him, telling everyone to listen to his past.

“That bastard dared to touch your bare back.”

Mishael pulled out his c*ck from her entrance and forcefully thrust it back in.

“I wanted to rip off his fingers.”

Whether it was still dry inside or not, each time he pulled out and re-entered, the mucous membrane clung to him, swallowing him up coolly. The only part that welcomed him amidst her contempt even when he fell into disgrace was precisely those mucous membranes. As though he was possessed, Mishael repeatedly pulled out half of his c*ck and then pushed it back in. Perhaps due to a physiological response during this process, her insides expanded. Even if he buried his p*nis to the end, nothing remained outside. Wide open, his lower abdomen touched the lower part of the v*gina that swallowed him up. The two shades of erected flesh intertwined strangely.

His pupils, capturing that scene, reddened with excitement.

“And do you know what I was thinking?”

Thud! Once again, as he thrust vigorously, waves of pleasure surged over Lionella’s weary face.

“Just like this…”

“Huh…!”

“Lift up the hem of that cumbersome dress.”

Lifting up her tunic as if rummaging through it, she tucked the edge into her mouth along with the linen.

“Like dogs f*cking.”

Thud! Blocking her gaze that had been fixed far away, he pinched her face on both sides, looking down at her vertically. However, Lionella had no intention of looking at Mishael and closed her eyes tightly, letting her face bury into the wind that blew as her hands were tied above her head.

Well, he’d already seen her humiliation of giving in to someone like him yesterday and the day before. With one corner of his mouth stretched out in a mocking smile, Mishael slowly began to increase his pace. Every time he thrust upwards, the two small lumps on her thin body swayed with the recoil. Thud! Thud! Thud! Every time he penetrated her deeply, the bed made a creaking sound. Even the soundproofed bedroom, impervious to outside noise, did not let any noise escape due to the strong barrier he created with his holy power.

Mishael pressed Lionella’s mound with his own c*ck to his heart’s content. As his cum reflexively flowed out, he had no hesitation in thrusting.

“Imagining that.”

“Hm, hmph…!”

“Right on the balcony of the royal palace banquet hall.”

As he lay flat on his body and let out a sound that trickled into her ear, Lionella’s pupils once again froze abruptly.

“How many times did you cum? Hm?”

Even from such a close distance, her confusion was clear, and Mishael chuckled inwardly.

“I, Mishael, the Cardinal of Lycius.”

Yeah. Being humiliated in front of everyone and what Mishael did afterwards was even more disgraceful. The real humiliation he suffered was not the pitiful past of being ridiculed as a slave of the Parma family, but the fact that he got an er*ction the moment he saw Lionella again, just like that.

F*ck, why me?

Still?

He still didn’t know why he was acting like this. It started with his first wet dream during his days of being persecuted in Parma, dreaming of Lionella, and after coming to the holy kingdom and having his own space for the first time, he even imagined defiling Lionella to resolve his morning er*ction. However, aiming to rise to power in the holy kingdom so no one could surpass him, he had long stopped such childish pranks. While he was pretending to be a noble priest, he really thought he had become such a person.

In her early twenties, the mature beauty and ripe sensuality of Lionella’s appearance were more captivating than he had imagined. Her arms linked with her fiancé, her chest pressed against his upper arm, the prominent collarbone beyond the deeply plunged neckline, or her waist and hips boasting dizzying curves thanks to her corset cinched tightly. Her disdainful crimson-painted lips and cat-like eyes casting a hypocritical smile towards him. Her peridot-colored eyes, shining brightly with affection for her fiancé, elegant hair elegantly swept up revealing a long white neck underneath.

Not a single thing.

There was not a single thing about her that he did not covet.

Thus, feigning to calm the shock from her rude remarks, he left the banquet hall and entered an empty balcony, where he m*sturbated for the first time since his ordination as a priest…

Imagining his c*ck between her red-painted lips. Imagining pushing up her br*asts over the deeply cut neckline and freely kneading that flesh. Imagining her, lying beneath him, shaking her ample as$ below her slender waist coquettishly. Imagining her riding him, thrusting her hips up and down, her waist convulsing languidly at the climax she brought upon herself, throwing her head back and whimpering.

The cum he saw for the first time in years was paler than in his memories, and no matter how much he ej*culated, his c*ck became relentlessly hard.

He thought he had found inner peace in the arms of the deity, forgetting all his desires, but he was just enduring it all along.

Until then, he had no intention of possessing her in this manner.

The ripple called Lionella that flew into the calm water did not calm him down, and on days he encountered Lionella after going out for Princess Daniella’s campaign, he m*sturbated, imagining getting entangled with her intensely.

Right here.

In the brief moment of recollection, the decent f*cking continued compared to the vulgar and base fantasies that stained his many nights over the years. Thump! Thump! Thump! Each time he thrust, tears welled up in Lionella’s tightly closed eyes. It was anger and shame. He knew well, having buried his tip inside her.

Her inner walls, expanding to accommodate the shape of his c*ck, had adapted to his size and f*cking, freely squelching and secreting love juices. Thanks to that, Mishael freely glided along her inner walls, smoothing out every wrinkle in her deepest parts before scraping the walls back to their original state with the edge of his gl*ns upon withdrawal. Each time, the pubic hairs entangled on his lower belly rubbed against her l*bia, stimulating a s*xual sensation, as the mucous membrane around his shaft twitched.

There must have been a growing heat deep below her navel. Getting excited at the end of an unwanted relationship with such a detestable self must have made her feel f*cking terrible.

“Did you f*ck with that bastard?”

Instead of using his hand, Mishael propped himself up with his elbow, lowering his body further and whispered. As his face approached, she could feel Lionella shrinking her neck even in that situation. He smiled bitterly at that reaction and thrust his hips thump, thump.

“Did you spread your p*ssy to that idiot who immediately drew the line after Parma was accused?”

“Hmph…”

“Did that bastard also receive your c*ck here?”

She sobbed. His relentless questioning finally made her tears flow continuously.

Whether Lionella had a relationship with Lord Aleph or not, it actually had nothing to do with him. He did not care who her first was; it would be better if there were no more. From now on, he should be the only one entering her garden. The only one desiring her, even in fantasies, is himself alone.

Since no one knows of Lionella’s existence anymore.

“Open your eyes.”

He grabbed her chin to make her face him. As her cheeks were pressed, the moisture from the linen seeped out. Naturally, Lionella did not open her eyes. Instead, she closed them even more tightly, and Mishael chuckled through his nose.

“Do you think I’m crazy?”

When he extended his tongue to lick her eyelids and brows, she shut her eyes even tighter.

“Why did I end up like this?”

“……”

“You’re the one who ruined me.”

Thump, thump, with each lift of his hips, the suppressed moans shattered in her throat, and waves crashed between her eyebrows.

How much must she hate it? She must feel miserable and wish to die.

“Lily, hm?”

He grimaced as if it was hard to contain his pleasure and chuckled silently.

“Because of you, my senses are messed up from enduring a lifetime of punishment under you. Without you, I can’t stand; in front of you, I can’t fall.”

So cooperate with me in responsibly extracting my cum, he whispered in her ear, making Lionella shiver and close her eyes tighter. Yet as he probed every corner inside her, she seemed to gradually accumulate pleasure until she nearly relaxed her gaze. Ironically, due to her body’s tension in trying to endure it, her v*gina clenched tighter and tighter.

“Look how generous I am. I didn’t even make you take a beating like one master did…”

Leaving his c*ck inserted as it was, he turned her legs over. Caught off guard with her arms tied up, Lionella couldn’t even straighten herself out properly. In that sudden turn of events, he supported her hips and lifted her b*ttocks up.

“Offering your body like this for pleasure.”

“Hmmph…!”

Mishael, kneeling behind her, hesitated for a moment before plunging his entire body into hers. Under the weight of his thrust, Lionella’s knees buckled, and she collapsed forward, feeling the intrusion deeper than ever before, causing a tingling sensation in her stomach.

“What are you doing? Enjoy it.”

Mishael pulled Lionella’s waist again, aligning her b*ttocks to a height comfortable for penetration. Her skin, once roughened by his long-term abuse, had become fairer thanks to his holy power. The pale, plump flesh between her two mounds hugged his crimson shaft.

Wasn’t this scene like those who forced themselves into an unnatural union? His former master, once a revered lady in society, had quickly fallen into ruin, becoming a mere bedroom slave. And while others revered him as a celibate and noble saint, he harbored twisted desires and lust for just one person.

“I couldn’t concentrate on the important meeting today because of you.”

Mishael firmly pressed Lionella’s already thin waist with both hands, thrusting himself roughly into her. Even Lionella, who had been groaning with each penetration, soon adapted to the depth, whimpering with pleasure deep into her throat.

“Where should I spray my seed today?”

“Hm! Hmph!”

“Just thinking about it.”

So tell me, where do you want it? In your p*ssy? In your mouth? Should I spray it on your belly for you to clean up? The man, lying flat on her back, raised her waist and whispered threats into her ear.