Side Story 1.4

“You’ve come again. What have you come to speak about today, Sister?”

Today marked the third confession.

“I’m curious about the new fantasies you’ve developed, Sister.”

“I heard there are vibrating objects. They’re called magical implements, and I’ve become curious to try such things.” 

How cute, it seemed she had figured it out by now.

The fact that confessing to him here would make it come true.

‘Then I should live up to your expectations, Erta.’

As she spoke more boldly about what she wanted, he sent her lingerie as a gift before their meeting.

‘I hope she’s wearing it.’

Sure enough, Erta didn’t disappoint Reitan’s expectations.

Deliberately choosing a play with scenes Erta would enjoy, he activated the magical device, and her flustered reaction beside him was something to behold.

It was quite an ordeal for Reitan too, trying to hide his excitement while watching Erta.

After that enjoyable time, as he escorted her in the carriage, Reitan pondered.

‘Perhaps it’s time to reveal myself.’

He couldn’t keep his future wife in the dark forever.

It saddened him that she knew nothing of the man who could fulfill all her desires standing right before her, while she maintained her public image saying falsehoods like ‘I’m pleased to be in marriage talks with someone who received such excellent training.’

Reitan decided.

He would reveal everything at their next meeting.

“Next time, I would like to invite you to the Ephelmar ducal residence.” 

“Oh, really? Of course, I’d love to. I’m looking forward to it.” 

“I’m glad. If you are pleased, that’s all I need to be happy.” 

And to help her notice, he used the same words as the priest at Bondridge, giving her a hint.

“Then I must prepare many things for you who will be making the difficult journey. Please look forward to it.” 

In truth, it was Reitan who was looking forward to it more.

‘Will she just be surprised, or will she be happy?’

He wished that day would come soon.

***

Bondridge Cathedral was closed.

Having completed his training, Reitan was reviewing documents about the mining business that his ducal house had been focusing on lately.

‘We’re doing this with the Geranion marquessate.’

This was the catalyst for the marriage talks between the two families, and for that, Reitan was grateful in many ways.

‘After the mining business…’

Reitan slowly shifted his gaze from the file he was examining to another stack of papers on his desk.

Those documents contained plans to strengthen the security systems of the imperial nobles’ mansions.

This morning, Reitan had told his father he would focus on the security business before coming here.

‘It’s too lax.’

Reitan clicked his tongue, thinking about how he had visited Erta’s bedroom three times without ever being detected.

While it was one thing for him to infiltrate easily, he couldn’t allow anyone else to barge into Erta’s room.

As he was absorbed in his work, the butler who came to bring him tea spoke.

“Young Master Reitan, you look happy these days.”

“…Hm?”

The butler wore a pleased smile.

“Why, suddenly?”

Reitan gave a small smile.

He wondered why the butler, who had never said such things before, was suddenly saying this.

“You seem to have more varied emotions recently.”

The butler, who had been with him since childhood, wasn’t one to speak nonsense.

“More varied?”

Reitan asked, curious about the reason behind this observation.

“Young Master, you have always been the same since childhood. You never showed much interest in anything, nor have I seen you look happy, which worried me.”

The butler joked that it might be because he was about to get married, and continued.

“But lately, you look quite pleased.”

“Do I?”

Hearing the butler’s answer, Reitan recalled the moments when he had felt excited recently.

‘I look happy, do I?’

Thinking about it, the butler was right.

Reitan wasn’t one to express emotions like joy or anticipation.

But how about recently?

Hadn’t he shown unprecedented enthusiasm even while handling the mining and security business?

The Reitan of the past would have strived for perfection, but without showing such determination.

To Reitan, who had fallen silent in thought, the butler bowed.

“Perhaps this old man is getting sentimental with age. Please forget it if it bothered you.”

“No, it’s not a bad sentiment.”

“…Thank you.”

Yes, it wasn’t bad at all.

Left alone after the butler departed, Reitan naturally continued his earlier train of thought.

‘I suppose the reason is Erta.’

Then the butler’s comment about it possibly being due to his upcoming marriage was somewhat accurate.

Meeting Erta had brought about changes in Reitan.

If he hadn’t heard her confessions, things would likely still be the same.

‘Come to think of it.’

Suddenly Reitan wondered if Erta might have visited Bondridge again.

Not yet knowing his true identity, she might have gone there again to fulfill another fantasy.

Would she be devastated to learn it was closed?

Imagining it, even such a disappointed Erta would be quite adorable.

After all, it was the only place where she didn’t have to hide her desires.

‘Perhaps I should stop by Bondridge briefly.’

Reitan set aside the documents he was reviewing and began preparing to go out.

Somehow, he felt the urge to visit Bondridge today.

Erta might not be there, but Reitan decided to follow his instincts.

And at that place he visited on a whim.

“What are you doing here, Sister?”

Reitan did indeed encounter Erta.

Only she was stuck in a wall, her tempting bottom exposed.

***

“But my lady. When I discovered you stuck in that wall, I was honestly quite shocked myself.”

Just as calmly as when he listened to Erta’s confessions as a priest, Reitan continued.

“Of course, I couldn’t find the patience to leave such a feast untouched, so I enjoyed myself as well.”

Even now, thinking about that moment still brought a smile to Reitan’s face.

“It turned out to be fortunate, actually.”

How did she even think to enter through that hole? Her escapades were simply too adorable.

“It gave me the opportunity to reveal my identity gradually.”

Moreover, Erta’s reaction when she realized the priest and the man who visited at night were the same person.

Despite her shock, the way she moaned in pleasure while stuck in that hole, receiving his manhood, only stimulated his sadistic tendencies further.

“So, has your curiosity been satisfied, my lady?”

Erta had always been that way.

A being that stimulated Reitan.

Even now, it was the same.

Reitan’s gentle voice resonated in the air as he caressed his wife’s reddened, swollen skin.

Though they had been taking a stroll in the garden until just moments ago, they had somehow moved to the bedroom.

“Ugh, ah, it hurts…”

Erta’s hands, tightly bound with rope, were suspended in the air.

Kneeling on the bed, Erta trembled on her tiptoes, straining her legs.

If her wrists were pulled up just a bit more, her knees would no longer touch the bed, forcing her to balance on her toes alone.

That would increase the pressure on her wrists, making it even more painful than now.

Just imagining this scenario caused clear fluid to well up from Erta’s entrance.

“My lady, you should answer when your husband asks a question.”

Swish- Thwack-

A thin switch sharply grazed the side of Erta’s thigh.

“Hng, mmph…!”

It stung so much it felt like her skin might tear. Though Erta trembled, she couldn’t answer his question.

“I thought you were curious. Hmm?”

“Hng, hnn…”

Her mouth was completely filled with her husband’s manhood.

“If you can’t answer, then just keep sucking.”

With that command, Reitan moved his hips.

“Ugh, mmph.”

“You like it when I thrust deep and your throat hurts, don’t you?”

The tip of his gl*ns pressed forcefully against her throat. This only made the area between Erta’s legs grow wetter.

Eventually, her juices trickled down her thighs.

“What shall we do? Your lower mouth is also drooling, wanting a husband’s manhood.”

Well aware of his wife’s condition between her legs, Reitan smiled lewdly and promptly cut the rope.

Thinking how challenging it was to satisfy his wife’s preferences when he had only one manhood but she had two mouths.

Snap-

The ceiling rope connected to Erta’s wrists was cut.

“Ugh, ah, no…”

Erta unconsciously let out a disappointed moan.

If only he had pulled it up a bit more before cutting it! It wouldn’t have been too late!

Just as that regretful thought crossed her mind.

“My lady, how impatient you are.”

Reitan clicked his tongue and flipped her body over.

Facing away from her husband on her stomach, Erta trembled nervously, unbound by anything.

“How could I not know what my lady desires?”

Clink-

Along with Reitan’s gentle voice, cold metal touched her neck.

Click-

A large metal chain collar, the kind used to train fierce hunting dogs, wrapped around her neck.

“Ah, yes…”

Indeed, her husband Reitan was so perfect and considerate.

Though it was cold metal, to Erta this collar was more comfortable than anything else.

“That’s a lie. As if you could be satisfied with just this.”

Thrust-

“Ugh, aah…”

Reitan’s large manhood parted her folds and pushed into Erta.

This fullness, fitting without any gaps, was always perfect no matter how many times she received it.

Thump- Thump-

“Hng, hah!”

Each time Reitan thrust his hips from behind, the collar in his hand jingled.

With every slap of flesh against flesh, Reitan pulled on the collar, making it difficult for Erta to properly release her moans.

“Ngh, mph!”

Even this moment of breathlessness felt too good.

“Unghh!”

With tears of pleasure streaming down her face, Erta truly thought once again that she had made the right decision to confess her lewd desires at Bondridge Cathedral.