“Huu.”

It seemed Benedict couldn’t hold back either. His hip movements, which had been soft and languid, gradually quickened.

“Mmm. Ah.”

Just as Elizaveta swallowed the overwhelming pleasure—

Benedict, who had stopped moving his hips abruptly, traced his fingertips down her soaked underwear. Then he slapped her small, delicate p*ssy hard enough to make a smacking sound.

“Hngh!”

Countless stars flashed across Elizaveta’s vision before disappearing.

It hurt. It hurt and was unpleasant.

Yet Elizaveta couldn’t help but be surprised at herself once again. Though she thought it was clearly an unpleasant and uncomfortable moment, her lower region had gotten completely drenched like someone had spilled water.

No one had spilled anything. It was intense pleasure pouring out from Elizaveta’s own hole.

“Does Nikolai know? About your base and lewd desires, you pitiful thing?”

Benedict was still mischievously rubbing the wet underwear covering Elizaveta’s genitals. He showed no intention of removing her panties.

“Ah…!”

“You like being defiled like this, don’t you, Elizaveta?”

Benedict, smiling with one corner of his mouth pulled up like her cl*toris bulging through her underwear, was cute, pressed down firmly on that protruding area with his finger.

“Aahn!”

Elizaveta couldn’t take it anymore. She desperately hoped a c*ck would hurry and invade to quell this desire and heat.

“Haah! Mmm!”

Her buttocks trembled violently.

In truth, her “legal” husband Nikolai wasn’t a man who caressed carefully.

Naturally. All the women of the Empire were dying to do things for him, never daring to ask him to do things for them simply because he was this Empire’s Crown Prince.

Moreover, Nikolai preferred receiving over giving anything. Whether material or emotional, it was the same. Especially when it came to f*replay before bed, he was extremely stingy about taking the initiative.

‘F*ck, am I supposed to s*ck that base lower region to heat up a woman’s body? This noble body?’

The time he had carefully licked Elizaveta’s entire body while huffing like that was the first and last experience of his life, during their early newlywed days. He had no choice. Her hole had been so tightly clenched, refusing to accept him.

But Benedict was different. Like he’d shown on their “real” first night, he proceeded with everything according to Elizaveta’s temperature. Of course, his kisses and caresses played the biggest role in raising her body temperature.

Elizaveta had been desperately longing for those touches and kisses she received that night. Because she believed only they could truly make her open up fully.

Benedict, recognizing her desire, tore away the rest of her dress that was already half-ripped and tattered. Then the other br*ast that had been compressed inside the clothing also revealed itself, boasting its fullness.

Now she was completely n*ked. Benedict began observing her n*de body with bound hands and not a thread of clothing for a very long time, his eyes narrowed like they were dazzled.

“Ha. So f*cking lewd, d*mn…”

Extremely crude profanity burst out from the mouth of a clergyman who had probably never spoken vulgar words in his life.

“Haa. Haa.”

Elizaveta was still trembling with anxiety.

Because murderous intent flickered in Benedict’s eyes as he just stared intently at her body without sucking, touching, or penetrating.

“Please. Huk.”

She pleaded softly.

“What would you like me to do?”

Benedict finally asked. Elizaveta was n*ked, but he remained in his pristine priest’s robes without a wrinkle.

“Anything…”

“Anything?”

Cynicism dripped from Benedict’s words as he echoed back her single brave statement.

“Please, quickly. Mmm.”

She felt ashamed of herself for wanting such things from him.

Elizaveta bit her lower lip and closed both eyes. Tears flowed down her closed eyes.

“You need to say it precisely for me to know, Elizaveta.”

“Me… How far do you intend to make me into a base woman?”

“No. You’re not base. Just a woman who knows my love well.”

“Aah!”

Two thick fingers plunged into Elizaveta’s soaked hole at once.

“Ah. Mmmm. Haah.”

Her lower body stiffened. Her jaw trembled and cold sweat flowed like water.

“Does it feel good?”

“Haaah. Ngh…”

“I asked if it feels good.”

“Ah!”

Smack!

The hand that had been rapidly moving in and out of her hole suddenly pulled out and struck her reddened p*ssy hard once more.

“Haaah! Mmm!”

Elizaveta writhed in agony. It was a cry of pleasure.

“Like this, mmm. In front of Nikolai too, ugh. You cried prettily and begged to be held, didn’t you?”

Benedict’s hand moving in and out of her became fast and cunning.

“Elizaveta. Please use me carelessly.”

Simultaneously, his breathing also quickened. With rough breaths and expressions like he was venting anger.

“I love you, Elizaveta.”

His n*ked desire, mixed with rage and possessiveness, suddenly burst into her.

“Ah! Ahhh!”

As Benedict’s member, which had broken through the deep water-filled passage, stirred inside her unusually, splashing sounds rang out endlessly. It was rough venting unlike him.

“You want a divorce?”

“Mmm! Slow… Slowly!”

“Someone to take hits until your anger subsides, someone to give thrilling punishment to your lower hole until you’re satisfied. They’re all by your side, aren’t they?”

“Too deep! Too much… Haah!”

“You can have both me and Nikolai. You’ll become the true power holder of this Empire.”

“Ah!”

“So please, I beg you, don’t abandon us, beloved Elizaveta. My master.”

Benedict cried pitifully.

He who had practiced ascetic discipline for abstinence for so very long was offering his everything to a woman who was merely human, not God, craving her shallow affection.

“Call my name, Elizaveta.”

“Benedict…”

“Nngh!”

Benedict’s brow contorted with pleasure. Just from her calling his name once, premature *jaculation swept through him.

“Haah!”

“Mmmm! Stop!”

While crying out for him to stop, she chewed and squeezed Benedict’s member throughout.

S*men erupted from his member that had been violating her carelessly. Even during this, the priest’s robes Benedict wore maintained their original pristine appearance without a single wrinkle.

Though Benedict had no idea that peculiar neatness excited Elizaveta even more.

* * *

Surprisingly, she began participating in official schedules from the very next day. Even showing a bright and fulfilled smile like she’d never been ill.

“The anger sickness has disappeared completely, Your Highness.”

The physician examining Elizaveta expressed amazement with a truly disbelieving expression.

“It seems you barely took any of the medicine I gave you.”

The physician’s gaze turned to the medicine packets pushed into a corner by the bedside. They were unchanged from the amount he’d brought on his last visit to this outer palace several days ago.

“I’m delighted you’ve recovered completely, but I hope you’ll refrain from excessive external activities. The symptoms could flare up again…”

With that final advice, the physician left the bedroom.

“Please make house calls to the Crown Prince’s Palace starting tomorrow, Sir Kyle. Her Highness the Crown Princess will be returning there.”

The maid seeing him off said.

The physician nodded instead of answering, thinking the Crown Princess’s minor protest had ended.

“By any chance, has anyone besides the court physician examined Her Highness the Crown Princess?”

“No? No physician has seen Her Highness besides Sir Kyle? Why do you ask?”

The physician, hesitating briefly, asked the maid, but she shook her head seriously.

“I’m curious because she recovered overnight. I wondered if there was a more capable physician than me I could visit to learn from…”

“Wouldn’t it be the priest who healed our Highness?”

“Priest?”

“Yes. The bishop. Three days ago, or was it the day before yesterday? He personally visited here. He must have offered blessing prayers. I asked him. To please heal our Crown Princess. The power of faith healed Her Highness’s illness that even cutting-edge medicine couldn’t cure…”

“By priest, do you mean that person who looks exactly like His Highness the Crown Prince?”

“Oh my! Sir Kyle knows too. That’s right, that’s him. Have you personally received him as well, Sir? Wow, how can they be so identical? Is it God’s mistake? Or God’s joke? Or if not, God’s plan?”

“But didn’t that priest go out to inspect the commoners’ areas? I heard he returned to the palace late last night after finishing his schedule.”

“Huh? That’s right?”

When a new bishop came to the Imperial Palace, it was the Grand Temple’s tradition to go outside the capital to personally give blessings and peace to the Empire’s citizens and visit small chapels in commoner areas to offer prayers.

The real Benedict had been away from the palace for three full days.

“B-but still, he could have briefly returned to the palace for Her Highness the Crown Princess. He might have slept in the palace chapel. He could be a priest sensitive about sleeping arrangements.”

The maid, who had maintained silence with a blank expression for a while, suddenly opened her eyes wide.

“Do you think I can’t distinguish between His Highness the Crown Prince and a priest? The person I saw the day before yesterday was definitely the new bishop. He used honorifics with me that His Highness the Crown Prince would absolutely never use. Sir Kyle knows too, how much His Highness treats us like insects…”

Then she hurriedly began making excuses.

A priest resembling the Crown Prince. His solo visit. Perhaps even impersonating a priest… And the Crown Princess’s recovery? What a strange series of coincidences.

They say when coincidences accumulate, it becomes inevitability?

The physician, leaving the chattering maid behind and exiting the palace, fell into deep thought.

“I suppose it’s possible. There are occasionally things in the world that can’t be explained by scholarship and common sense.”

But he shook his head vigorously, trying not to fall into deeper contemplation. Because he thought all his worries were just excessive concern or delusion.