She thought it would be over if she just endured a little more…… The excitement she had been suppressing seemed to rush in twice as much. The spasms of her v*gina blocked by the artificial p*nis spread from her groin to her thighs and then to her pelvis. Her shoulders twitched involuntarily without me realizing it.

“……Are you okay?”

Then someone approached Lionella.

Since she was used to not being recognized by anyone right in front of her due to Mishael’s hypnosis, Lionella didn’t immediately realize that the words were directed at her.

“Excuse me, Miss Novitiate……?”

With a touch on her shoulder, she finally realized someone was calling her. As she lifted her head towards them, a man with neatly combed black hair and blue eyes looked at her with a worried face.

Lionella’s face drained of color.

“……Lord Fernando.”

The heir of one of Lycius’s three ducal families, Dimitri Fernando, a close associate of Princess Daniella, known as ‘The Wolf of the Third Princess.’

Even without being entangled with the third princess, he was famous in his own right. When Lionella debuted in society, he was already enjoying great popularity in society as one of the most eligible bachelors. Lionella would be lying if she said she hadn’t imagined becoming the lady of the Fernando ducal family at least once, but since Parma’s prestige was unworthy of the title of the marquisate, she haughtily treated him like sour grapes. Her pride was more important than any charming man to her.

‘Now he openly acts as the third princess’s consort…… If I had admired him back then, it would have hurt.’

Fortunately, she had only exchanged greetings with him a few times. If she had ever formally interacted with him, it would have been awkward now.

In case he recognized her, Lionella immediately averted her gaze.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve noticed you since earlier… You seemed unwell, so I thought I’d ask.”

“…I’m fine.”

Although they had rarely conversed, she whispered as softly as possible.

“If you’re okay, I can inform the knights to escort you to the infirmary.”

“Oh! No, really, I’m fine. I don’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble.”

“If, um, it wouldn’t be an imposition, I could assist you…”

“Really, truly… I’m fine.”

Lionella pleaded, the hood covered her face as she bowed deeply. She felt like she was going crazy. Just the thought of someone she knew seeing her in this state made her face flush. He probably wouldn’t even recognize her situation… On one hand, she wondered if it was his preference to be transgressed in front of others as Mishael had suggested, while on the other hand, the artificial p*nis pressed tightly against her was causing a tingling excitement. Her arousal continued to swell as the artificial p*nis rubbed against her inner walls, making her knees tremble and her vision blur.

Actually, I’m not okay, but that’s fine, so please leave……!

But Dimitri Fernando did not back down. He seemed to mistake her crouching as being in pain. He looked around, seemingly searching for someone to help. He resented the polite and thoughtful attitude that made him the object of many women’s admiration in social circles.

Unable to utter that she was okay due to groaning, she was just waiting for him to leave when suddenly the surroundings became noisy.

“Sir Dimitri Fernando.”

“Ah, Your Eminence.”

……Your Eminence?

Startled by the words that pierced her ears, Lionella couldn’t react at all. She clutched her trembling knees with both hands and curled up, resting her forehead on the chair in front of her.

“What brings you here all of a sudden…….”

“It’s me who should be asking. What’s the matter?”

“Uh? That is.”

“That child.”

Suddenly, the cardinal who had approached this side pointed at Lionella with a gesture of his chin, his red eyes shining coldly. Although he had suddenly left his place where he was blessing each person one by one to come here, no one seemed to question it much. Dimitri Fernando, too, from the moment the cardinal referred to Lionella as ‘the child,’ perceived her as roughly a boy.

“Ah, you know this person?”

“This is the child who assists me. He’s been unwell since yesterday, so he unavoidably came to attend the service and was suffering like this.”

“Ah… I see. He looked unwell, so I thought about offering support.”

“Then, to me.”

Ignoring Dimitri Fernando’s warm tone, the cardinal pushed past him and approached Lionella.

Even under a slight hypnosis, Lord Fernando furrowed his brows at such impudent behavior. There weren’t many in Lycius who dared to be so presumptuous with him. Though both supported Princess Daniella, it was difficult to truly understand someone as inscrutable as him.

‘He’s not like others who adores Her Highness, and he’s dedicated to her and always respectful, there’s no room for complaint, but…’

While he was swallowing his displeasure, the cardinal had already picked up the novitiate. The novitiate seemed to have caught a chill, sweating coldly and trembling all over. His hair, reminiscent of the morning dawn, seemed familiar for some reason, but he couldn’t recall who it was before the thought faded from his mind. It seemed like the child was cherished by the arrogant man, so he thought he would soon be healed by holy power.

“Take care on your way, everyone. I pray for the grace of the Lord.”

The cardinal then left the chapel without waiting for Lord Fernando’s response, not asking for permission from anyone among the many who were lined up to receive a blessing.

“Do you like Lord Fernando?”

“……Huh?”

“He’s quite popular, isn’t he? In Parma too, you must have tried to get connected with the Fernando ducal family.”

“Well, which family hasn’t tried to propose a marriage alliance with the Fernando ducal family.”

“So, did you?”

“Well, my father…… sent a proposal?”

Lionella glanced at him momentarily as she spoke. Not just her, but the Marquis of Parma was also one of those who made Mishael’s childhood quite miserable. Whenever his friends came over, they would call both Lionella and Mishael, and whenever Lionella misbehaved in front of his bad friends, Mishael was punished since he didn’t have any intention of laying a hand on his daughter, whom he felt so terribly for.

After all, he was the one who bought him from the slave market; Mishael wasn’t treated as a human being.

“Ah, anyway. It wasn’t my will.”

“But you’re blushing.”

“……What?”

“Your face is quite red right now.”

Is that so, Lionella realized the situation a beat too late. Her face had been hot for so long that she hadn’t noticed it getting any redder. After all, she had been blushing from shame even before entering the chapel.

“How does it feel? Being caught by someone you liked while being stuffed with an artificial p*nis in public.”

“I, I didn’t like him…… Ah!”

At that moment, Mishael corrected her posture by holding her closer. Due to the recoil, the presence of the artificial c*ck pressed more intensely against her inner walls.

“I should have invited Aleph.”

“Huh……!”

As Mishael narrowed the distance between them, her pelvis folded and her body slumped into a right angle. The position change made the tip of the artificial p*nis press against her inner walls from a slightly different angle.

“He went into Parma as a son-in-law and tried to act as a marquis until your father got accused and you immediately lost contact, is that right?”

“I don’t know……”

“Wandering around several families in need of a son-in-law only to end up failing.”

“……Huu.”

“How long has it been since he remained chaste? What if we had invited him to see you in this state?”

Amidst his bizarre remarks, they had already found themselves on a balcony jutting out towards the front yard. Thanks to the garden trees that had grown as lush as the history of the Grand Temple, it wasn’t easy to see inside from outside the railing, but from this side, one could clearly see beyond through the intertwined branches.

The courtyard between the chapel and the garden was already filled with visitors waiting for the main event of the evening in the backyard. Those who attended the service were joining one by one, forming groups here and there, enjoying wine brewed by the monastery.

From the balcony, the sounds of people moving and socializing could be heard from beyond the garden trees.

They were very close.

Fortunately, no one noticed the cardinal appearing on the balcony. Despite the garden trees providing cover, the cardinal’s red ceremonial robes were quite conspicuous. Not to mention the gold embroidery on the stole and belt. Even the ceremonial hat that stuck out above his head, the volume of the outfit itself was considerable…

‘Using holy power for such nonsense…’

Crazy bastard… Lionella cursed under her breath and buried her face in the arm that was hugging her neck. Even if no one noticed them, it was still embarrassing.

“Miss Lily.”

“……”

“Seeing you moan, it seems you’ve been eating well.”

A chill ran down Lionella’s spine at the soft, deep voice that landed on her ear.

“Shall I mess you up here?”

“No, I don’t want to…”

Despite her reflexive denial, Lionella had already resigned herself.

Mishael was in a bad mood now. Probably because she talked with Lord Fernando. There was no going against Mishael at times like this. She belonged to him, and he repeatedly reaffirmed that ownership by ruthlessly teasing her.

Above all, she was quite desperate because of what she had been harboring for two hours, so it might as well have been…

Have I also turned mad? As Lionella resigned herself and swayed as Mishael moved, she found herself sitting on the floor, leaning against him with her back. He had seated her between his legs, leaning against the balcony door.

“You’re quite wet.”

Mishael spread Lionella’s legs and lifted the hem of her robe to her ankles, and he saw that her groin was blatantly soaked with love juices. A thin leather chastity belt covered her p*ssy, but the leather had already darkened with moisture and could no longer absorb anything, leaving her groin and inner thighs glistening.

“How was it?”

“……”

“Which tasted better, mine or this?”

When Mishael leaned back against the door, curling his waist slightly, Lionella’s body also slightly bent along with him. She could see her p*ssy holding a fake c*ck under the lifted hem of her clothes.

“Mine is a bit curved, but this one is straight.”

Regardless of whether she answered or not, Mishael untied the knots of the chastity belt on both sides of her pelvis. As he pulled down the front panel, her triangle soaked in love juice was exposed. Her pubic hair, the same color as her hair, was wet and stuck to her skin.

Mishael chuckled shortly and pulled out the lower end of the fake p*nis. The surface of the artificial c*ck stretched a mucous membrane between the l*bia.

“See?”

When he adjusted his position by moving his hips slightly, the l*bia half-engulfing the fake p*nis came into full view.

“Don’t close your eyes.”

“Ah…”

“And don’t turn your head away.”

Holding Lionella’s chin with his free hand, Mishael started to stir her p*ssy with the fake p*nis.

“When did you start wetting so much?”

“I don’t know…”

“From when we came out together? Did it press deeper when you sat in the chapel?”

“Hmm, ugh…”

“When Lord Fernando talked to you?”

“No, ah!”

Perhaps pleased that she clearly denied that scenario, he smiled broadly above her head and moved his hand holding the fake p*nis even faster. Thud! Thud! Perhaps because the hard surface did not completely fit against her vaginal walls despite its tip being thickly shaped like a gl*ns, there was a sound of slight air leakage.