Moved by her desperate reaction, Calles became more intense.

“Ah…!”

A burst of light seemed to flash behind her eyes as the heat of his mouth continued to stimulate her br*ast. Her body went limp, and she felt a thin stream of moisture escape between her legs — evidence of her climax, brought on by nothing more than his mouth and tongue.

Had she always been this sensitive? The thought stunned her, and embarrassment quickly followed. She was sure Calles would laugh or tease her for reaching climax from this alone, but there was no sound.

Confused, Tilda tried to steady herself, but her trembling limbs barely obeyed her. When she looked over, she saw him undoing his trousers.

With one smooth motion, he slid down his underwear.

What emerged made her gasp.

It was fierce, thick and intimidating. Despite having seen it before, the sight of it again made her throat go dry. It looked impossibly large — too much for her to take in.

Stunned and unable to react, she blinked up at him as if the scene weren’t quite real. Without a word, Calles took her legs and spread them open. His thick, slick p*nis pressed against her soaked entrance.

A soft, wet sound echoed as the tip brushed her heated skin, sending another shiver through her body.

“Ha…”

Calles exhaled languidly; his voice was thick with barely restrained desire. The sound alone made Tilda’s mind reel.

But as his large p*nis began to enter her, she immediately regretted staying still. Unlike before, she was fully conscious this time, and she couldn’t ignore his overwhelming size.

“Ugh…”

Calles expression twisted and his brows furrowed, as if he were in pain. It was confusing — she was the one experiencing the sensation of being torn apart, yet he looked as if he was suffering.

As Tilda pulled back instinctively to escape the intense intrusion, Calles gripped her hips tightly.

“Don’t move… I’m barely holding back as it is.”

His words were absurd enough to make her scoff, but before she could respond, he pulled her firmly against him. The sudden, deep contact made her hips tremble involuntarily.

Unable to restrain himself, Calles seized her waist and began to thrust forcefully. Just like before, the initial pain gradually melted into pleasure.

Tilda clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Ah… ah!”

Was that really her voice?

She tried to stop the breathy moans that kept escaping her, but each time Calles moved inside her, the pleasure overwhelmed her and soft cries spilled from her lips.

Then, suddenly, he shifted, lifting her effortlessly and seating her astride his lap.

“Calles… This is…”

Tilda’s voice faltered as she sat astride his lap, her face flushing with heat.

Although her senses were slipping under the unfamiliar pull of pleasure, her embarrassment hadn’t completely disappeared.

But that modesty was fleeting.

The moment Calles gripped her soft hips, lifted her, and guided her down again, her unfinished words dissolved into a sigh.

He filled her so completely — deeper than ever before — reaching a place she hadn’t known could be touched.

Overwhelmed, Tilda clung to him instinctively, pressing herself against his chest.

Calles buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing hotly against her skin, as though savouring the way she held onto him. She clung to him as though he were a source of comfort.

He began to move her again, guiding her hips up and down. With each motion, her trembling body rubbed against him, her chest pressed tightly to his.

Their bodies were joined so intimately that there was no space left between them. Her slick heat clung tightly to him, drawing a deep groan from Calles as waves of pleasure built until, at last, he was overcome with release.

Tilda reached her peak soon after, collapsing bonelessly into his embrace.

Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths — she was completely exhausted.

“I can’t… any more.”

She whispered, having reached her limit after just two orgasms. Calles smiled softly and brushed a gentle kiss against her damp forehead.

However, unlike when he had kissed her gently, Tilda’s limp body started to respond when he began moving his hips again.

Despite her cold exterior, her insides burned with heat.

Calles smiled faintly, finding her utterly endearing.

It was the start of a night that refused to end.

***

Calles opened his eyes while the world around him was still cloaked in darkness.

Through the dim moonlight, he could see the silhouette of someone sitting upright.

Bathed in the pale light of dawn, Tilda looked as if she might disappear at any moment, shimmering like a creature about to take flight.

For a moment, Calles thought he might still be dreaming.

But no — this was reality.

After all, he was the one who had relentlessly tormented that delicate angel just a few hours ago.

He had expected her to still be asleep that morning, so he was slightly surprised to see her already up and dressed neatly.

‘Well, I didn’t manage to make her cry after all.’

Clicking his tongue with mild regret, Calles sighed.

No matter how persistently he pushed her, she hadn’t responded in the same way as the first time they had spent the night together.

Her body reacted, yes, but there was no emotional release.

Although she appeared to have cl*maxed several times, her inner flesh had grown damp, and she ultimately suppressed her emotions, holding her breath as though restraining herself.

Her restrained reactions only made him more mischievous, spurred on by a petty desire to push her further.

While it was seductive enough to see her holding back, he truly loved seeing her so undone that she could no longer control herself.

He didn’t know why he was so fixated on seeing Tilda dishevelled and helpless.

“You must be tired, and yet you’re up early.”

Calles murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Her skin always carried the scent of dried grass. It wasn’t a luxurious or fresh fragrance, but to Calles, it was more intoxicating than any perfume.

“Today is the day I leave this place.”

Tilda replied, her gaze fixed straight ahead at something unseen.

“I see…”

Although the thought of her leaving wasn’t pleasant, the deeply intimate vows they had exchanged throughout the night soothed his mind.

Like a beast satisfied after a hearty meal, Calles now felt at ease.

Yet, as his fingers continued to trace her soft skin, his shameless body — never knowing when to be satisfied — began to respond again.

As if she had sensed Calles’s reaction, Tilda stood up.

The look she gave him from above was tinged with irritation.

“Are you always like this?”

Hm?

Calles wasn’t quite sure what she meant.

“Honestly, I should have known when I saw you dressed like a priest but always looking at me with hungry eyes.”

She might have been right. Whenever he looked at her, his desire had always been difficult to hide.

Calles opened his mouth to respond, but then thought better of it, deciding it might only make things worse.

“You’d do well to remember that you hold the position of High Priest. Bringing women into this place isn’t just inappropriate — it’s dangerous.”

That’s when Calles realised that she had been worrying unnecessarily.

He also realised how she saw him. Suppressing a chuckle, he calmly explained.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’ve never brought a woman here. Not once.”

Tilda paused for a moment.

“Then I suppose you preferred going to them yourself?”

“Do you really think I’ve been jumping from woman to woman, unable to control my lust?”

“…”

Tilda didn’t respond, seemingly lost for words. However, Calles understood exactly what she was thinking.

With a quiet chuckle, he pressed a hand to his forehead and laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“I just didn’t expect you to think that way.”

“Are you saying I’m wrong?”

Calles’s smile faded slightly as he answered.

“No, you’re not.”

If he had been the type of man to satisfy his desires by sleeping with one woman after another, he never would have developed such an unusual fixation on a woman as rigid and unyielding as Calles.

“Do you need proof of that, too?”

“…”

“I could confirm it for you through Lizard if you’d like.”

Tilda’s cheeks flushed at his shameless joke, but instead of responding, she turned her back on him.

“I’m leaving as soon as the sun rises.”

“Where will you go? The Papal Palace, like you mentioned before?”

“No.”

Did she have somewhere else to go before heading there?

Calles watched her closely, his curiosity piqued.

As the first rays of dawn filtered through the window and touched Tilda’s silver hair, they imparted a soft, crimson hue. This change in colour gave her an entirely different aura — sombre and quietly intense.

“I’m going to see the one person who wants to see me the most.”