Side Story 1.3

‘The weather is quite nice.’

It was raining today. Nevertheless, Reitan was in a good mood from the morning.

It was because last night with her had been extremely satisfying.

He felt so good.

Would Erta feel the same way?

Reitan was curious. He had fulfilled all the acts she had desired.

What might she be thinking right now?

Reitan’s mind was completely filled with thoughts of Erta.

It was when he took his seat in the dining room for breakfast, a smile lingering on his lips.

“Erta Geranion.”

“…Pardon?”

Reitan was taken aback. 

Why was her name coming from my father’s mouth?

And what followed was even more surprising.

“She will be your fiancée.”

“You’ve already found a fiancée for me.”

Reitan found his situation quite interesting.

What a coincidence.

That she would be his fiancée.

A pleased feeling crept up inside him.

“In a week, at Her Majesty the Empress’s birthday celebration, Lady Geranion will also attend, so familiarize yourself with her face.”

At this point, it seemed clear that Erta and he were destined for each other.

“The birthday celebration… That works out perfectly. I understand.”

“Hmm, Reitan. Are you alright?”

But his father wore an uncertain expression.

Reitan was simply puzzled by why his father would react that way.

“What’s the matter, Father?”

“I’m just surprised that you’re agreeing readily.”

“Ah.”

Hearing his father’s answer, Reitan understood the meaning behind the earlier question.

It seemed his father thought he would feel reluctant about the sudden news of engagement.

“Not at all.”

Reitan slowly shook his head.

“Have I ever disobeyed your words, Father?”

From childhood through his studies in the Holy Kingdom.

Reitan had always fulfilled his duties as the heir of House Ephelmar.

This time too, he would have agreed to an engagement with any lady.

If he hadn’t known Erta Geranion before, certainly.

But.

Now that he knew her, it was clear he wouldn’t want an engagement with any other lady.

And happily, since the object of that engagement was Erta Geranion, why would he decline?

“Still, I believe your own wishes are most important when finding a life partner.”

Unaware of Reitan’s inner thoughts, the Duke of Ephelmar looked at his son with a gentle expression.

“If you meet her at the birthday celebration and feel she’s not right, we can cancel it. You decide.”

“I understand. But if you had chosen this lady for me, wouldn’t she be to my liking as well, Father?”

Of course, she was already to his liking, so there was only room to like her more.

“You certainly know how to speak well.”

“No, I truly mean it.”

Reitan answered with a smile, feeling grateful to his parents.

How could he not be pleased when they had found him such a perfect fiancée?

***

A week had passed. It was the day of Her Majesty the Empress’s birthday celebration.

Throughout the week, Reitan had waited for Erta to return to Bondridge for another confession.

Fearing that another priest might hear her confession, he had even volunteered to handle almost all duties himself.

‘Why hasn’t she come?’

But Erta never came.

Reitan was confused.

‘Didn’t she enjoy it too?’

He had expected her to be even more excited, ready to express other desires.

‘Could it be.’

A hypothesis suddenly occurred to Reitan.

Perhaps she didn’t come for confession because she was satisfied—he thought that.

If she had come due to frustration from unfulfilled desires, then having resolved that situation, she might not return.

“Tsk.”

He clicked his tongue involuntarily at this unexpected development.

In truth, he had considered visiting her bedroom once more.

Thinking that she might be waiting for his second visit.

However, if that was truly why she hadn’t come, then not going was the right answer for now.

While Reitan had enjoyed their encounter in Erta’s bedroom, he also wanted to hear more of her adorable desires.

‘It doesn’t matter since we’ll meet tonight anyway.’

Erta would be at today’s celebration.

He liked the idea of facing her as ‘Reitan Ephelmar.’

That alone would make for quite an interesting encounter.

***

“Reitan of House Ephelmar greets Her Majesty the Empress.”

“Young Master Ephelmar. It’s been a while. How was your time in the Holy Kingdom?”

The Empress’s birthday celebration was in full swing.

“Thanks to your care, I was able to return safely to the Empire.”

“I see, and your final training will be completed here in the Empire?”

Reitan wore his pristine white uniform, as he was still a priest.

“Yes. I ask for your understanding regarding my attire.”

“Of course. Besides, I heard from Duke Ephelmar that there might be good news soon. I’ll be cheering for you.”

The news the Empress referred to was clearly about his engagement to Erta.

Reitan welcomed the Empress’s support.

As he wished for her to be tied to him more quickly.

“With your support as well, Your Majesty, I shall strive to ensure the good news comes to fruition.”

“My, the young master even knows how to speak like this now. One truly does live and learn.”

After finishing his pleasant conversation with the delighted Empress, Reitan scanned the banquet hall.

Before long, he spotted Erta drinking champagne alone in a corner.

‘There she is.’

The corners of Reitan’s lips curved upward.

“Lady, is something troubling you today?”  

Reitan approached her directly with a welcoming heart, but.

“Did my expression look that bad? I was just lost in thought for a moment, that’s all.”  

Erta’s expression as she looked at Reitan was emotionless.

Her gaze even revealed a hint of annoyance.

‘How disappointing.’

After confessing such lewd desires and crying out that night in her bedroom.

On her delicate wrist, the traces of that night should still…

Reitan’s gaze moved to Erta’s wrist, seeking traces of their pleasurable night.

But.

‘Gloves?’

Pure white lace gloves wrapped around her arms, concealing the marks he had made.

Though perhaps understandable, he didn’t like it.

Witnessing this sight, a mischievous feeling rose within Reitan.

He wanted to see embarrassment color her face as she tried to hide the marks he had made.

Reitan surprised even himself.

To think he harbored such dark desires.

Why do I feel this way in front of Erta?

“Since we’ve met like this, why don’t we share a drink together?”  

“All right, then.”  

Though she accepted the toast, her discomfort was evident.

Seeing her attitude, Reitan became certain.

‘She doesn’t know who I am.’

She wouldn’t act this way if she knew he was the heir to House Ephelmar.

The engagement was being discussed between their families.

She must surely know about it, so what expression would she make when she realized the man before her was ‘Reitan Ephelmar’?

No, more than that.

In fact, he was more curious about how Erta would react when she discovered his true identity.

The priest who heard her desire-filled confession.

The man who visited her room and fulfilled her desires.

Both were him—he wondered, when she learned this fact, what she would do.

His heart began to pound at the thought, but unfortunately, he couldn’t reveal his identity now.

‘Yes, not yet…’

While Reitan knew everything, he felt mischievous toward Erta who knew nothing.

So.

Drip—  

“Ah—”  

“Ah.”  

Reitan decided to make things difficult for Erta.

He clinked glasses with her in such a way that champagne spilled onto her gloves.

“My deepest apologies, Lady. Are you all right?”  

‘You’ll have to take off your gloves, Erta.’

Beneath those white lace gloves would be the marks he had made that night.

“It must feel uncomfortable with you wet and soaked like that. Why don’t you take them off?”  

Even as he conversed with her, excitement built and tightened his lower abdomen.

Though he suppressed the desire to tear the thin lace right off, he could do nothing about the blood rushing below his navel.

Had he not been wearing his priest’s uniform, his fully er*ect manhood would have been exposed.

***

After returning from the birthday celebration, Reitan went straight to his father.

“I will marry Lady Erta.”

To his son who declared his intention to marry Lady Geranion immediately upon returning from the celebration, before dawn had even broken, the Duke of Ephelmar smiled with pleasure.

“Haha, Reitan. You must have taken quite a liking to Lady Erta? Very well, I’ll send a marriage proposal first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Excellent.”

Reitan did not deny it.

He wanted to make Erta his as soon as possible.

The thought of days ahead filled with giving Erta pleasure as he had that night made him glad.

The next day.

After confirming that his father had sent the proposal to the Geranion residence, Reitan headed to Bondridge Cathedral as usual.

In the Empire, engagement meant the period before marriage, so there was no separate engagement period.

The typical engagement lasted about a month, the time needed to prepare for the wedding.

Which meant.

‘In about a month.’

Erta would become Reitan’s wife.

With that thought in his mind, even listening to the confessions of those who came seemed more bearable than before.

But then.

“…It’s me.”  

“You’ve come, Sister.” 

Reitan couldn’t mistake this voice.

A smile formed involuntarily upon hearing the familiar voice.

What interesting story would she tell this time?

“To be honest, I’ve found myself wanting something stronger since that day…”  

Something stronger.

‘Yes, tell me, Erta.’

What would flow from those lips?

“Then specifically, what do you desire?”

Reitan was curious.

What lewd fantasies filled her mind?

“Well… I started imagining wearing a dog collar and being… penetrated from behind like a dog.”

“So you imagined being roughly taken like a dog. Naturally, you’d prefer having your bottom slapped while it happens, wouldn’t you?”

It was also enjoyable to say things Erta hadn’t said, stimulating her imagination further.

“I also wish for hot candle wax to touch my skin, warming my body.”

“Which part of your body would excite you if candle wax dripped on it, Sister?”

“Oh, that’s…”

Even watching her moment of embarrassment at his words was pleasant.

“I understand. Then let’s imagine together. How would it feel if candle wax dripped onto your br*asts?”

“B-br*asts?”

“Wouldn’t it be nice if it flowed over the soft flesh that would surely yield when squeezed? Or perhaps, how would you feel if it dripped onto the protruding peaks?”

As Reitan continued his story filled with dark desires, he spoke slowly to hide his excitement.

To push his manhood deep into Erta’s throat, thoroughly exploring her outside.

He wanted to open the door, go to her, and do all these things, causing blood to rush to his member.

‘Ah. Really.’

His hardened organ was crying out madly.

Just as he was about to move his hand downward, unable to contain his excitement any longer.

“Thank you again for today.”

Erta concluded their conversation.

“If it pleased you, Sister, that alone makes me happy.”

Though it was disappointing that the confession was ending, considering the state of his body, the timing wasn’t bad.

Reitan suppressed his boiling desire until she left.

And shortly after.

Listening to the sound of her footsteps fading away, he grasped his throbbing organ.

Tap-tap-

“…Haa, ugh.”

Closing his eyes, he vividly saw Erta whimpering and crying beneath him.

The thought of pushing his manhood into those lips and pressing all the way to her throat added to the exquisite pleasure.

“Hoo… My c*ck feels like it’s about to burst just thinking about serving the lady.”

Tonight too, he had no choice but to head to her bedroom.