When she removed her neat, one-piece robe, her voluptuous br*asts, slender waist, and firm thighs flowing smoothly from her hips were fully revealed.

Angela’s golden hair—pale enough to give off a soft impression—cascaded luxuriantly over her shoulders and chest once she removed her hood.

Perhaps due to the chilly temperature at the top of the tower, her n*pples stood *rect at the center of her pink petals, cutely asserting their presence.

Angela’s face, unable to hide her expressions, clearly showed her shame at carrying out this t*rture.

But she couldn’t hesitate. Just like Ivres said, God commanded them not to be selective about means and methods when punishing evil.

If they could defeat the Demon Army by using wicked tactics, this would be the right thing to do. 

Angela recited the doctrine she had chanted all her life in her mind and climbed onto the bed where Ivres was bound.

“I’m going to undress you.”

Angela’s weight settled on Ivres’s thighs as he lay in his shirt. When he felt the soft flesh of her thighs through the thin fabric, Ivres’s expression began to harden.

His reaction made Angela’s heart uneasy too. However, now that things had progressed this far, even if he regretted it, there was no turning back.

Slender, pale fingers grasped Ivres’s shirt and began unbuttoning it from the bottom. By the time Angela’s hands reached near his neck, her body had also moved from his thighs to his abdomen.

Thanks to this, Ivres could observe Angela’s round, soft-looking br*asts swaying above his body without any resistance.

Clang—a sharp metallic sound reached Angela’s ears. She was startled, but this had always happened before. Every time she undressed him, Ivres began thrashing about. He seemed desperate to free his restrained hands.

“Don’t move. You’ll really hurt yourself.”

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t break free from the chains binding him to the bed anyway. Angela felt pity but spoke to him with a cold face.

“Now I’m going… down.”

She didn’t need to remove his pants completely. She opened the buckle and unfastened the front buttons. 

Since the thing inside was swelling in size, opening the buttons was quite difficult, but Angela finally succeeded. As soon as she opened them, something huge and hideous shot out through the gap.

Angela’s eyes immediately darkened. She had to deal with that monstrous thing again today. But she wasn’t the only one suffering.

“The most agonizing thing must be to share one’s body with someone they don’t care for.”

It had been nearly two months since she’d continued this t*rture using the words Ivres had told her months ago as a hint. 

It was only when nearly a month had passed since she’d been assigned to him that Ivres had opened his heart to her. Using his goodwill this way pricked her conscience.

Once a week. After tormenting him like this, small pieces of information about the Demon Army began trickling out from Ivres’s mouth, which had been clamped shut like a clam.

The image of Ivres looking at her on the first day of this “t*rture,” filled with betrayal and asking if this was all that came from opening his heart, still remained vividly in Angela’s mind.

Ivres was still maintaining his loyalty to the Demon Army. He always firmly and resolutely rejected Angela’s persuasion until the t*rture began.

However, the t*rture’s effectiveness was absolutely certain—Ivres always ended up confessing information about the Demon Army at the end of the t*rture.

The hideous thing was tremendously large. At first, Angela had no idea how to handle it. But now she skillfully grasped it and put the tip in her mouth.

She had to open her mouth wide to barely swallow the top part. His p*nis swayed up and down once, seemingly feeling the warmth of her mouth.

In Angela’s grasping hand, the p*nis continued growing larger. She could feel the thick veins pulsing beneath her fingertips.

Pooling saliva in her mouth and then licking the tip—this was also one of his weaknesses that Ivres had mentioned.

Angela dutifully pooled saliva in her mouth. Clear saliva dripped around her mouth, which was opened wide enough to feel like her jaw would dislocate from holding his tip. The sight felt *rotic.

“Ha.”

A long sigh escaped from Ivres’s mouth. It was proof he was struggling and proof she was doing well. Angela gripped his thing and began slowly shaking it. Every time she stroked up and down, she felt the p*nis jerking inside her mouth.

Harder and harder. Faster and faster.

Ivres’s influence had been significant in helping Angela, who had absolutely no s*xual knowledge, become so skilled at t*rture.

She felt self-loathing for using the stories he’d told her after opening his heart for t*rture, but Angela shook her head. Now was the time to focus on the situation at hand.

Soon, something thick began gurgling and pouring into Angela’s mouth. The amount was so great it spilled out of her mouth.

However, Angela already had her hand cupped beneath it. She had recently learned something new—another thing Ivres hated.

Not spilling a single drop of the s*men he’d released, Angela caught everything that spilled outside her mouth with her hand. She had already swallowed what filled her mouth. Because Ivres hated it.

Even after swallowing, a considerable amount of s*men remained in Angela’s hand.

White, fishy, and with a smell she’d grown accustomed to, Angela squeezed her eyes shut and poured it into her mouth like scooping water to drink.

The thick white substance didn’t come off her hand easily. Ivres watched with a ravenous gaze, not wanting to miss a single moment of Angela licking up what remained with her tongue.

“Haah.”

The amount was so great that the s*men that had gotten on her lips and her luxuriant golden hair quickly began sticking in white clumps. It couldn’t be anything but a lewd sight.

At the sight of Angela like that, Ivres’s thing began swelling in size again.

Angela looked at it with despairing eyes. It growing larger again meant Ivres still had no intention of talking. She had no choice but to move to the next stage.

Angela grasped his member again. But unlike putting it in her mouth and holding it, this time she stuck out her tongue and began licking it with quick laps.

The large thing wouldn’t fit inside her body. On the first day when she’d barely inserted just the front part stiffly, even that alone had made her insides so uncomfortable she couldn’t breathe and had sobbed while choking—Ivres had explained the method to her.

She needed to lick it well so it was moistly soaked for it to enter smoothly. This was knowledge gained from two months of experience. If it entered stiffly, not only she but Ivres would be in pain too, so this act was an absolutely essential step.

Angela, who had been kneeling between his legs putting the shaft in her mouth, shaking it, and licking it, climbed back onto his thighs. Ivres’s eyes gleamed with desire as he looked at her pale, white body.

“I’m going to insert it now.”

Angela began aligning the p*nis with her opening while on top of him, still grasping it. The hard thing touched the warmly parted flesh between her folds. Just that alone made his thing jerk frighteningly, trying to spring out of her hand.

Angela slowly lowered herself from above while keeping the p*nis touching her small opening. The large p*nis began pushing into the moist gap between her folds.

Her small opening stretched beyond its limits, struggling to accept it. At first, it had been an act she couldn’t even imagine, but now she knew.

If she endured the catching part at the top and pushed it all the way in, it would enter smoothly after that.

“Breathe.”

Ivres spoke to Angela, who had forgotten how to breathe from the tension. At his words, Angela slowly exhaled. As her tense body relaxed with the slow breathing, it gradually began devouring his p*nis.

“Hngh…”

It took quite a long time for Angela’s body, which had been hovering awkwardly, to completely press against Ivres. The p*nis pushing in bit by bit seemed to have entered all the way to just below her navel.

“You’re not moving?”