Lionella was approaching him, struggling as she tried to suck his p*nis—Lionella Parma, Lady Lionella Parma, showcasing her dazzling ginger hair like the morning sun, just like in his childhood days, when he was abused. She’s murmuring, indicating she’s willing to suck his c*ck.

Even just that fact alone was satisfying, but Mishael awaited her actions with a casual expression on his face.

Pulling up one leg at a time, kneeling down, lowering her tingling hips, lifting her upper body, approaching him on her knees… Finally, as Lionella, who had approached him on his crotch, shot him a look full of disgust and then buried her mouth in his groin.

She swallowed his er*ect c*ck to make one cheek bulge out against the gl*ns. She gently scratched the junction below the gl*ns with the tip of her tongue, then swallowed the swollen head. As she flicked the urethral opening with her tongue and sucked deeply, a faint bitterness spread in her mouth due to the prec*m that oozed out. By now, she was familiar with this, vigorously shaking her head up and down while squeezing his c*ck tightly with her lips.

The fact that Lionella was sucking his c*ck in his office was visually a delightful sight, but… the f*llatio, where she couldn’t even swallow half of his p*nis was not sexually satisfactory. Mishael, who had been impatient since before his assistant left, could no longer hold back.

“…Hmph!”

Suddenly, the swollen tip forcefully penetrated her throat. Mishael was pressing her head against his groin. In the sudden situation, while Lionella’s eyes were closed in ecstasy, Mishael stood up from his seat, grabbed her by the hair, and vigorously thrust his hips.

“Please endure a little longer.”

“Ugh! Ugh!”

“Aren’t you familiar with this yet?”

While his tone was nonchalant, the man’s thrusting in her mouth with his c*ck was impatient.

“If you endure a little longer, I will fill you up once. Keep hiding it well.”

He had endured his ambiguous feelings for too long. As he held the back of Lionella’s small head with one hand and thrust long with his waist, it seemed like he would climax in no time. The sensation flowing smoothly along the shaft resonated with Lionella’s lips, touching the surface of his p*nis.

“……Hoo.”

A lukewarm substance spurted inside Lionella’s palate. Coughing as if to vomit something that almost went down the wrong way, she tightly sealed her lips to prevent it from spurting out uncontrollably anywhere.

Should she swallow it or leave it alone? Mishael watched her struggle to suppress a cough with considerable delight.

Ptuh!

Lionella spat out the s*men she had collected along with her saliva all at once. The target was his thigh. A slightly different colored, semi-transparent liquid trickled down the surface of the fabric in a different shade of beige.

Despite that, after wiping off the unpleasant residue from her lips, she wiped her lips on her shoulder.

“You, f*ck…”

Finally composed, Lionella blinked and glared at him.

“You crazy bastard. You hold power and yet have no shame?”

“I have already told you. Thanks to my hypnosis, they won’t even recognize you.”

“So you calmly watch and receive the report while being sucked off in front of others, Cardinal of Lycius?”

“…Your language has become truly vulgar.”

As Mishael spoke, one corner of his mouth twisted upwards.

Yes. He was satisfied with setting up a hypnosis barrier to keep her unrecognized like a bottom feeder in life, but for Lionella, who had grown up in high society all her life, just being violated where others could see was shocking.

“Miss Lily still doesn’t seem to know me well…”

Mishael slowly sat down, bent over, reached out, and grabbed Lionella’s chin. Reflexively, as Lionella furrowed her brows, Mishael smiled gently and lightly touched her lips with his thumb. After briefly gazing at the white prec*m gathered on his fingertips, he inserted them into Lionella’s mouth.

“Aren’t you a despicable creature who should feel grateful for being provided with a roof over your head in Parma by someone like me? Doing such shameful acts in front of others is not embarrassing at all for me. However…”

As if implying that he wouldn’t leave a single drop of prec*m on his fingertips, he delved into her mouth and extracted it from the inside of her incisors.

“Your pitiful expression is so delightful.”

Lionella’s expression twisted.

“If I can only see you embarrassed, I could even strip n*ked and take you in the Grand Plaza on the holy kingdom’s days of celebration.”

Mishael’s tone was so soft that it took Lionella a moment to read the thorn embedded there.

“Have… have you gone mad…?”

“Yes.”

Mishael smiled brightly with rounded eyes. Enchanted by that smile, Lionella thought she hadn’t heard the answer; she was momentarily lost in thought.

As his hand approached, she thought he was going to loosen her leash, but he had a different destination in mind. He was unbuttoning her front one by one…

“What… what are you doing…!”

“There are three more left.”

Mishael, smiling again, stood up and roughly pulled her leash.

“Ugh…!”

Involuntarily rising with him, Lionella wavered as she couldn’t find her balance. Mishael lightly pushed her towards his desk. On top of the heavy furniture, where there are neatly arranged documents and stationery, her n*ked body fell. Her dusky ginger hair swirled as the candlelight flickered faintly on the desk.

“You should look this way.”

Mishael forced her chin and twisted her head towards him. Tears welled up in her eyes from the sudden collision. The tear that had welled up in the tear ducts due to his rough thrusting and f*cking dried up right there.

What exactly had he gotten excited about? Glancing down for a moment, his c*ck was once again boasting its majesty.

“Showing mercy, this time I’ll make it a bit more comfortable for you.”

“Ack…!”

Mishael roughly pulled down her lower garment and thrust his c*ck between her white b*ttocks. The prec*m that had seeped out slightly from their intercourse in the resting area had dried up long ago. As the thick shaft plunged into her dry and painful v*gina, due to the shame and pain, a throbbing pain spread all the way to her throat.

Thud, thud, thud…! As though he was trying to crush Lionella’s b*ttocks between the desk and his own body, Mishael roughly lifted his hips, shaking the silver bell on the desk. Ding-ding-ding, a clear sound rang out as the door opened when the waiting signal crossed the threshold.

“Did you call, Your Eminence?”

The door was facing directly from the desk. Mishael, while tucking in his inner waist, instructed the child.

“Bring Brother Garcia.”

He didn’t bother to suppress the moans emanating from deep within his throat, but his tone remained gentle.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“Yes, Your Eminence.”

But the servant, seemingly oblivious, bowed his head politely and quietly retreated from the room. It was due to the influence Mishael had extended throughout the office that, as soon as the servant entered the room, he fell under his hypnosis. In the servant’s mind, instead of the scenes instantly etching onto his retina, his mind would replay the most ordinary scene he could imagine, that of a typical cardinal’s office.

“Cra…zy…! Stupid… Tsk!”

“Don’t provoke me.”

Mishael roughly pulled Lionella’s leash.

“If my attention wanders, you never know when the hypnosis will break.”

He bent down flatly and whispered softly, prying open her bound hands. The amount of power he poured here was immense; even a slight distraction wouldn’t break the hypnosis barrier.

Knock, knock.

Shortly after, the assistant priest announced his presence from outside the door.

“Your Eminence, it’s Brother Garcia. May I come in?”

“Please do.”

Because of his call, the assistant priest did not wait for his permission and turned the doorknob.

“I would like to show our faithful Brother the miss’s br*asts, what do you think?”

“Don’t…!”

Soon the door opened, and when the assistant priest in his early thirties entered the office, Lionella was facing him directly. With her arms pulled back and shoulders pushed forward, her torn tunic revealing her chest. Thud! Thud! Thud! Every time Mishael lifted his hips, her br*asts shook.

“Did you call, Your Eminence?”

“Yes. It’s about the letter from Duke Fernando that arrived earlier.”

Despite his rough breathing with each word, the assistant priest was completely unaware. Similar to the earlier visitor, he perceived Mishael as sitting in his usual place, facing him. And instead of Lionella baring her chest on the desk, there were neatly arranged documents and scriptures.

Therefore, his gaze was directed towards where Mishael’s face would be if he were sitting there. This height was where Lionella’s chest swayed as Mishael thrust his hips.

Although the assistant priest did not recognize Lionella, just by his gaze directed this way, she felt like biting her tongue. It seemed like he knew everything about her—her trembling chest, shabby appearance, and how she was being humiliated by Mishael.

In fact, a few days ago, she tried to bite her tongue. But since Mishael was there at that moment, he immediately used his power to heal her, and after that, his peculiar obsession had developed into what it was now. He would take her everywhere and mark his territory in various ways, unable to endure not being able to sow his seeds inside and out of her.

Therefore, Lionella partly resigned herself to thinking she was somewhat responsible for his actions, but now… It was becoming increasingly unbearable.

Huh, huuung, a sob touched her nostrils. She wanted to bow her head deeply, but as he struck her insides with his manhood like a punishment, each thud made her head tilt forward. When she swallowed dryly to suppress a moan in her throat, a lingering taste mixed with the saliva made her mouth feel dry again.

“Do not reply at length; just tell them we’ll meet tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Are you sure?”

“Yes. Wouldn’t it be better to avoid the days of worship when trying to deceive others?”

“Oh, yes. That’s right.”

“Tell them I’ll be waiting in the prayer room.”

“I will send someone.”

“Thank you.”

As Mishael nodded, the assistant priest bowed and then retreated from his room with quick steps. When the door closed as silently as his footsteps, a moment passed in silence.

“…Ah!”

“Do you have a penchant for committing such acts in front of others?”

Mishael roughly pulled Lionella’s arm to make her almost stand straight. With one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulder, he whispered urgently in her ear. Even though he himself wasn’t completely calm in committing such acts in front of others, his voice was noticeably rougher.

“Does it turn you on more to watching other bastards devour you?”

“W-what… Ah!”

“Why are you resisting like this?”

The hand that embraced her shoulder gripped her chest while the hand that held her waist clenched her pubic bone. Squeezing her br*asts tightly enough for flesh to seep through his fingers and twisting her n*pples, he prodded her cl*toris with his er*ect c*ck, stirring the top of her open v*lva.

“…Ah! Huh! Ugh!”

“Really? Was it boring just doing it in the room? Want me to push you in front of others from now on?”

“N-no, no… Ugh! No!”

As he ruthlessly ravaged her sensitive flesh above and below, Mishael’s hip movements became increasingly rapid. Thud! Thud! Thud! Amidst his thrusts, the vaginal walls, which had grown used to his f*cking, once again released juices to warmly engulf him. With a force that seemed to penetrate even her throat, he lifted his hips, pulling her tightly against him as though he was trying to meld her into his being. The blunt tip repeatedly struck the deepest part of her walls.

Relentlessly tormenting her most sensitive parts, the deep recesses where nothing usually reaches were continuously stimulated, driving Lionella to a point where she could no longer resist. Despite her efforts not to succumb to the pleasure of this s*xual act, but… the heat accumulated below her navel erupted with his thrusts. It felt as if stars burst behind her tightly shut eyelids. Exhausted, her legs trembling, a mixture of her fluids trickled down her trembling legs.

“F*ck, it’s hitting the spot…”

Mishael couldn’t ignore her reaction. Uttering breathless words in her ear, he quickly moved his hips. Thump, thump, thump, thump! With a force that could collapse a heavy desk, at the end of the vigorous thrusts, he ej*culated deep inside her.

Haa, ha… Like someone exhausted from a short race, he let go of the arms that had embraced her and grabbed onto the desk. As he let go, Lionella slipped smoothly between him and the desk. As she sank down, a mixture of her fluids and his cum trickled out between her legs.

After the both of them caught their breaths and the sounds of panting subsided…

“The rest, let’s do it in the office. Twice as much.”

Leaning, Mishael lifted Lionella up in a flash.

“I can’t do it in front of others.”

Still bound behind her back, Lionella’s torn tunic revealed her exposed br*asts between the gaping front flaps due to his handprints.

“Cover me up more…”

Mishael smirked at her pleading.

“No one’s watching you.”

“… “

“No one cares about you.”

In this world, I’m the only one who goes crazy for you now. He said with a flicker of his red eyes, before striding out of the office. He spoke as though he was referring to the hypnosis, but in reality, it was driven by his twisted possessiveness.

The servant guarding the office entrance received no orders but assumed that His Eminence the Cardinal had suddenly become exhausted and left early. Naturally, he was alone.