“Miss…. um.”

Mishael, who had closed all the windows, turned towards me. Despite the closed curtains, sunlight seeped in, giving his silver hair a halo-like glow.

Whether it was due to backlighting or someone else who had recently paled and sweated profusely, Mishael’s face, as he looked at this side, seemed to have become noticeably calm.

“Mishael, are you okay now?”

“No, Miss…”

Perplexed, Mishael’s thick eyebrows formed a subtle slant, looking like a painter’s careful strokes.

“First, why don’t you sit here for a moment?”

Your legs might be sore. Mishael sat on the bed and then lightly tapped the spot next to him. Since there was only one chair attached to the desk, I had no doubts and obediently did as he asked, my eyes shining to show him that I was prepared to listen attentively.

“Miss, well…”

“Yes, yes.”

“It’s the first time I’m speaking so openly about this illness. Since you seem to know everything, I thought you might also know how to cure this… awful disease.”

“Yes, I understand. So where is the problem?”

“Well…”

Mishael covered his mouth awkwardly, then cleared his throat… After hesitating for a while, with a courage that seemed to take considerable effort, he managed to squeeze out the next words.

“Could you… give me your hand?”

I willingly extended my hand to him, and as Mishael silently took off my velvet gloves, he pulled my hand towards himself…

And then let it rest…

“It… It hurts too much here.”

Here…

There, I mean, the place where my hand settled…

‘What, what is this?’

Perhaps because it was such an unexpected situation, I could no longer control my expression and my eyes ended up widening uncontrollably. The presence in Mishael’s lower abdomen clearly and frighteningly made itself known…

‘This, th-tha-that… is that it?’

I mean, this, this thing?

‘Why is it standing like this?’

‘He was supposed to be the gentle male lead…!’

How many times has it been described that while he’s deeply fond of the protagonist, he only quietly devoted himself to her, and he dared not look nor desire her!

While the other male characters in the reverse harem story ‘Wildflowers’ were portrayed as being faithful to the protagonist, only Mishael was an exception. I remember that they didn’t even hold hands. In other words, their relationship was truly platonic.

He didn’t even fall for the beauty trap, and there was even a description that he was the one the protagonist trusted the most…!

In a situation I couldn’t have imagined, I was so shocked that for a long time, I couldn’t even move my eyes and didn’t react at all.

“I knew it, you think I’m also… strange, right?”

Perhaps my reaction seemed awkward that Mishael was suddenly tearing up with those beautiful eyes of his.

Y-yeah. Even if he’s a conscientious male lead, even if he’s an ascetic who doesn’t succumb to desire… There could be a health problem that causes him to, to, to… have an er*ction… It’s possible…

“O-of course not.”

I quickly interrupted him. In fact, it was a way to suppress my own confusion.

“So, um… Isn’t this just a physiological phenomenon?”

“A physiological phenomenon…?”

“Yes, yes. Isn’t it like this… in the morning, too?”

“H-How did you know?”

Mishael was surprised, as though I had just revealed some great mystery.

“That’s right… It’s so strange and distressing to see myself like this in the morning, so I pray for an hour every day… and if it still doesn’t go away, I spend a long time under cold water… Then somehow I calm down. But if I end up like this outside, I can’t help it…”

Mishael suddenly started shedding tears. Seeing those tear drops like pearls rolling down his delicately structured face, I felt pity and impatience overwhelmed me.

“Miss, am I really sick? Or could it be because of my lowly origin…”

“O-of course, it’s not like that…!”

This is bad. It’s not good for the future cardinal to constantly lament about his origin.

I spoke with the softest voice I could muster to alleviate Mishael’s guilt.

“Mishael?”

“Yes, Miss…”

Tears were still clinging to Mishael’s eyelashes.

“This is, well… It’s natural.”

“Natural…? But it’s not morning yet.”

“That’s true.”

“Then am I okay…?”

“Don’t worry.”

In order to assert that it wasn’t strange at all for him to have an er*ction, I gently squeezed that firm outline as a comforting gesture. He flinched, somehow it seemed to have gained even more in size.

“Oh, Miss…”

I wondered if he felt it himself, Mishael looked at me with a bewildered gaze, his pale face turning redder. The face that seemed as if it would burst into tears again at any moment was breathtakingly beautiful.

“No, it’s okay. It’s only natural for it to react like this when stimulated.”

“Is… that so?”

Mishael was truly ashamed of himself. There is a part of his body that did not behave the way he want it to, and even more so because it’s a secret place that won’t be seen by anyone.

Mishael had rolled through the slave market after losing his parents at a young age, and since he arrived at our mansion at the age of nine, he always remained alone with me. Naturally, he would not have had the opportunity to learn about s*xual matters.

I gently continued explaining to Mishael, so he could smartly resolve this physiological phenomenon without feeling self-conscious.

“God created the human body like this so there’s nothing we can do. We just have to deal with it wisely and not get addicted to this stimulus.”

“Is that so…”

“Well, usually, you would have different thoughts or…”

But sometimes, even after an hour of prayer, the issue remained unresolved.

“They said inflicting pain would help.”

“Pain?”

“Yes, like… pricking your thigh?”

“Pricking… what does that mean?”

“I mean, not like drawing blood with a knife, but more like hitting…”

Mishael’s face visibly changed.

“Oh, I made a mistake.”

Mishael may have had very few experiences of being hit during the nine years I raised him as my whipping boy. But before coming to our mansion, who knows how much he was hit and beaten…

I had stimulated her trauma without realizing it. I blamed myself greatly and did my best to reassure her, smiling as kindly as possible.

“But there is another effective method.”

“As expected, Miss…”

Soon, joy appeared on Mishael’s face.

“Well, that is… have you tried having a wet dream?”

“Wet… dream?”

“I mean, after having erotic dreams.”

At that point, Mishael’s face turned red once again. I wondered if it was truly shameful for someone like him, who has a modest and noble personality, to have erotic dreams.

“That’s not the important part, okay? Anyway, it’s because those things are stored inside that you become hard like this.”

To reassure him, I tapped on that hard outline again.

“You just need to release them.”

“Release them…”

“Well, that means…”

I thought of various sentences in my head.

Should I tell him to take it out and rub it? Well, I can’t just ask him to imagine something dirty… Should I teach him how to touch himself?

As I pondered and my mind became even more confused, I opted for a simple method.

“Let me show you an example. Can you take it out first?”

“T-t-t-take it… out?”

“Yes. Mishael, I don’t know what your condition is, but you need to know how to handle it in emergencies.”

“….”

“Think of it as emergency treatment. There’s no need to feel embarrassed.”

“But…”

“No matter what hardships you face, remember that Parma will always be behind you.”

To earn his trust, I gave him a trustworthy smile. But since it was a private matter, I couldn’t just rely on trust alone.

The fifteen years I spent striving to avoid a doomed ending were enough to show my sincere concern for Mishael’s mental well-being.

To the extent that I would shamelessly help him m*sturbate.

“Do you trust me?”

“Well, yes, but…”

Mishael hesitated, his face turning bright red in an instant. He awkwardly lifted his long shirt, which barely covered his thighs. Then, when he unbuttoned his pants and lifted his hips to remove his underwear, what bounced out was…

‘Wow.’

I had to make an effort not to let out a loud gasp.

The priests’ attire were quite austere. Although they wore coarse fabric that didn’t easily become dirty, the color was usually muted so they could learn the way of maintaining a clean appearance.

The deep crimson color revealed in the middle of his ivory-colored garment was rather out of place. Both the color and its lewd nature… Among all the strange things, the most alien thing about it was that it was… too big and grotesque, much unlike Mishael’s appearance, which was so graceful that you could say he looked like a delicate creation of god.

Yes, it was just too big.

Even though Mishael was wearing a long shirt, I couldn’t understand how it was able to conceal it completely.

It was the size of a newborn baby’s forearm, slightly tilted upward, with visible veins running along its surface. It was vastly different from Mishael’s pale and smooth skin. As proof of the suffering he had endured for a long time, the hardened ‘pillar’ bulged outward and viscous liquid oozed from the indentation in the center of it, spreading across the entire head.

At any rate, it was the first d*ck I’ve seen in my life as Lionella. Perhaps since I’ve been looking at the unfamiliar sight in fascination for a long time that the silence prolonged.

“It’s ugly…”

“Hmm? No, I don’t think so.”

Mishael seemed to anticipate my reaction and started sobbing again. I spoke to him as gently as possible to reassure him.

“I was just a little surprised. I thought you must have been in a lot of pain.”

Then, as if everything was truly fine, I reached out to his thing with my hand. With a little bit of curiosity, attempting to touch the indentation in the middle…

Twitch, Mishael’s thing moved. It seemed to have grown even larger.

It’s getting… bigger?

My shoulders trembled involuntarily at the unexpected reaction.

“Ah, I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright, I wasn’t startled.”

“Because… it doesn’t respond to my will…”

Mishael’s voice trembled once again, and I pretended to remain calm.

“Originally, it’s true that things don’t go as planned. So in those, um, sensational novels, they also call it… alter ego.”

Hm, well, it felt awkward to say these words to Mishael, who was practically like a childhood friend, so I acted nonchalant, but my throat kept getting dry.

I was also perplexed. No matter how I looked at it, this thing is too grotesque to be associated with the frail, innocent, neatly-dressed Mishael; seeming as though it were another creature.