1-2.

The scenery outside the window has changed. When Lionella was first brought in, the garden in front of the mansion was just beginning to be touched by autumn leaves, but now, snow was heavily piled on every bare branch.

The cardinal’s office on the first floor of the mansion was empty. Well… not that there was no one at the desk or in front of the coffee table.

“Uh…, mm, ugh….”

Somewhere inside, muffled moans echoed rhythmically.

The source was a curtained-off resting area designed for afternoon naps. The owner of the office was leaning long on the daybed inside, reviewing some documents. And there was a woman, slowly moving her body up and down on him.

Lionella, with her hands tied behind her back, was awkwardly continuing her hip movements, embracing his protruding c*ck through his neat clerical clothes. The c*ck rubbed against her, arousing excitement, but the act itself was not at all pleasant. She lacked the strength to do it, and part of her was afraid she might unknowingly chase after pleasure. As expected, after being dominated by Mishael for months, she had adapted to his monstrous p*nis that seemed only like a weapon, and sometimes she found herself wanting to let go of everything and surrender to pleasure against her will.

Ashamed of herself for even imagining it, Lionella did only the bare minimum as instructed. Yet, when her legs weakened, gravity made her embrace him deeper, and the thick tip prodded deep inside her, naturally eliciting a nasal moan. Without collapsing, she tried hard to lift her hips so that their union wouldn’t go too deep.

“…Didn’t I say five times?”

After a while of such lackluster hip movements and ambiguous penetration, Mishael spoke while still looking at the report in front of him.

“I’ve only ej*culated once… Shall we spend the night in the office?”

“Hmh, n… o, ugh….”

“I don’t mind. I have a lot to do anyway. If an urgent matter comes up overnight, I can deal with it right away.”

“N, no….”

Lionella sped up her hip movements, trying to assert her sincerity. As her pace quickened, it became harder to move her body delicately, and without realizing it, her legs weakened further, making her sink deeply onto his p*nis over and over again. She felt ashamed for burying him deep inside her like that.

No, perhaps it would be better to quickly fulfill the five times…

She couldn’t leave the office until he ej*culated five times. Due to an incident a few days ago, their relationship had soured, and Mishael had dragged her down to the office early in the morning. Then he tied her up on the daybed behind the curtain in the resting area and sat at his desk to work.

The only clothing given to her was still just one tunic. Without underwear, and wearing a man’s shirt that was loose and short, she was in a space where many people came and went without notice, separated only by a curtain rather than a wall or door. When elder priests politely asked or reported something in solemn voices, Mishael would respond solemnly but checked on her when no one was around by parting the curtains.

Are you listening? In a world where no one remembers you anymore, do you now understand what kind of existence I am, whom you despised?

It was as though he was saying that.

And once, taking advantage of a brief lull in visitors, he laid her down on the daybed, penetrated her fiercely, and then sprinkled his cum on her face saying, ‘That makes one.’ He left without wiping her face, so she had to endure the bitter smell of cum until he returned. She thought, what if this smell wafts outside? What if they find out I’m being treated like this? Along with such miserable thoughts.

She was a sinner after all. It would be a lie to say she never imagined being discovered and rescued by others, but she felt more aversion to revealing the fact of her being violated by him than hoping for an escape. Thus, Lionella hoped she could fulfill the five times without anyone finding out and return to Mishael’s bedroom.

Regardless of how time and circumstances might have worn down parts of her character, at her core, she was still the proud and dignified lady of the Marquis of Parma.

Meanwhile, as lunchtime arrived, Mishael, who had told the servant outside not to let anyone in, stayed locked in the resting area. He wiped Lionella’s face, which was covered in his half-dried s*men, and unbuttoned his pants while still in his cardinal’s uniform, letting out his er*ction that had been stiff all along for her to mount him.

“Do your best. Lunchtime is almost over.”

After saying so, Mishael picked up a sandwich that had been brought for him and offered it to Lionella. She didn’t want to eat anything he offered, but refusing might prompt Mishael to come up with some bizarre idea. Lionella bit into the sandwich he held in his hand while trying hard to move her hips.

“Hmph, hng, uh….”

She wanted to stop then but his hand holding the sandwich didn’t back away as if he wanted her to finish every piece. Moving her hips while aiming for something specific with her mouth turned out to be harder than expected, making Lionella embrace him even deeper. Each deep thrust made her legs tremble weakly.

“Are you feeling it alone? I don’t think I can cum even a drop until tonight.”

“No, ah… Huh!”

“We have guests coming over; if this continues, we might have to meet them inside….”

“Wait, ah! Mm….”

Lionella clenched her eyes shut and began to bounce her hips more urgently since someone might enter the office again soon. Panicking that someone could re-enter at any moment made her forget about trying not to get excited.

Every time she shook her hips, the deeply embedded head of his c*ck pressed against the spot below her navel where heat was building up. Ah…. It was hard to control the bursting sensation. She pressed down harder with her hips so that his tip would probe deeper than it currently was reaching; despite her rational mind thinking it shouldn’t happen, her heated inner walls craved a greater stimulation. It would be nice if Mishael thrust up from below… She couldn’t even feel disgusted with herself for thinking that. The love juices flowing along their joined parts began to stain his pants.

But that didn’t satisfy Mishael’s desires either.

It was already difficult when she could use both hands; trying to use only her lower body strength because they were tied made it harder. But Mishael had no intention of helping her. He put down his documents but interlocked his fingers behind his head and leaned back leisurely to watch, as if he were just an observer. Unlike his p*nis which was grotesquely er*ect seeming as though its veins were about to burst, he maintained a calm demeanor on his face. Lionella was the only one in a hurry here.

Knock knock knock.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Reflexively, Lionel’s movements froze, the sound startled her.

“Your Eminence, it’s Garcia. Sorry to disturb you on your break. It’s about the matter of the Gray Wolf.”

“Ah, please wait a moment.”

It was Mishael’s assistant priest.

Even though they were hidden by curtains, the moment an uninvited guest barged in, Lionella froze for a moment, hoping this situation would end. It was regrettable that she couldn’t make him climax a second time, but if Mishael, who was left wanting more, started again with a position he led, it would have been better.

Was it that momentary calculation that showed on Lionella’s face?

Mishael, who had risen from his seat, took out the chain of handcuffs that had been fixed to the wall. As he drew the curtain and stepped out, Lionella had no choice but to be dragged along helplessly. Her hands were tied behind her back, pulling her off balance and nearly causing her to fall, but she managed to regain her posture in front of Mishael’s office desk.

Before she could grasp the situation, Mishael pushed her into the desk. As she awkwardly crammed herself in, a leather collar suddenly encircled her neck from nowhere.

“So, now…”

While fixing his gaze on her bewildered face, Mishael sat down. His dark-red c*ck was still prominently er*ect through his trousers. The pleasure suddenly stopped, leaving him wanting more. The tip of his urethra twitched and oozed prec*m, and the entire shaft glistened with her fluids from being inside her moments ago, making the veins on the shaft, the rim of the gl*ns, and the surface of the p*nis even more pronounced.

The meaning of him pressing it towards her was clear. However, Lionella couldn’t readily follow his command.

“…Cough!”

He pulled on the leash as if urging to hurry her, forming the words ‘five times’ with his lips, then pulled up close to the desk. Darkness loomed over Lionella along with his p*nis.

“Come in.”

The voice from the darkness was chillingly smooth. It made her chuckle despite herself when footsteps approached silently when the door had opened. She focused all her attention on those sounds, staying still until the visitor had left.

“…Khk!”

The collar tightened sharply around her neck, causing Lionella’s head to plunge between his widely spread legs. Then, as if urging her on, the collar was pulled again.

“…Are you alright, Your Eminence?”

“Ah, yes. Just a bit of trouble with the drawer.”

Then the collar tightened once more.

“Should I call a repairman?”

“No need. I’ll oil it when I have time. Is that a letter? Give it here.”

As he said that, he reached under the desk and pressed his c*ck against her lips.

‘…Crazy bastard.’

She had no choice. Refusing him completely could lead to worse later on. Helplessly, Lionella took the head of his p*nis into her mouth. The fluids leaking from her below were smeared all over it, causing a reflexive disgust to well up inside her. She couldn’t vomit here so she had to hold it in despite herself.

With her movement restricted by the collar, she sucked on the tip like it was a piece of candy. She sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks while licking just below the rim of the gl*ns and probing the slit with the tip of her tongue. The urethra twitched against her palate as she tickled the thin membrane leading from the central front of the gl*ns down to the shaft.

Meanwhile, Mishael quickly opened and read through a letter handed to him by his assistant priest. Even as Lionella did her best to suck his c*ck under the desk, not a trace of pleasure appeared on his face.

No one in the room would know exactly what was happening anyway since Mishael had cast a hypnotic spell over the entire room, making both Lionella and his lustful state unrecognizable to anyone else.

“Hmm, I see… Hmm.”

“Is it a serious… content?”

“Not at all. Actually, it might even be good news for us. Interesting.”

“The messenger is waiting. What will you do?”

“I need to think about it a bit more. Tell them I’ll reply separately and send them back for now.”

“Yes.”

After confirming that Mishael had lit the rolled-up letter with a lamp on the desk, the assistant priest backed out of the office. Click—the door closed with a faint sound. Mishael then used his power to make the half-burnt letter turn into ash in mid-air before pushing his chair back from the desk.

Lionella looked up at him with wide eyes from under the desk. Perhaps because the c*ck she was sucking on disappeared. Hoping that this meant she could stop now, Mishael pulled on the leash hanging from the armrest once more.

“…Khk!”

Lionella fell to the floor off balance, but Mishael rested his chin on one hand while leaning on an armrest and looked down at her intently. Despite his indifferent expression, his saliva-coated c*ck throbbed visibly with every vein strained against its surface.

Lionella glared at him fiercely as she caught her breath.

“It seems you suck better here than in your room.”

He said mockingly and pulled on the leash again. The friction might have scraped her neck slightly.

It would be another wound gone by tomorrow anyway, since Mishael would thoroughly heal her with his power before going to sleep after tormenting her all day. The bruises she got from him forcefully spreading her open, the depleted energy she had from not finishing meals, and the scrapes from being bound and mishandled—all of it would easily disappear as if it never happened.

“Four times left.”

With those words, he gripped the leash even tighter. The man who smiled wickedly with one corner of his mouth twisted seemed more like a demon of lust than a saintly figure as rumored. Swallowing down an unjustified resentment that she couldn’t share with anyone, Lionella twisted and turned her body towards Mishael. She had to let him finish to end today’s humiliation. There were still three more times to go after this…

Mishael watched Lionella with a faint smile as he leaned back in his chair, observing her with just the tip of his nose.