A voice that sounded strangely pleased. Ivres was hoping her t*rture would fail. Sorry, but that couldn’t happen.

Even though her vision spun and her mind went blank, Angela knelt and began moving slowly up and down on top of him.

Every time the large gl*ns scraped against her inner walls, a pained m*an spilled from her lips. She bit down on her lips to hold it back, but she couldn’t stop what leaked out.

“Haah. Ngh…!”

Suppressing the urge to devour Angela whole—watching her insert him inside and move her body on her own—Ivres gladly enjoyed the view.

Her large br*asts bounced off-rhythm with each movement of her body, and her face grew redder and redder.

Pure guilt about the current situation rose on her innocent face. All of it was a magnificent sight. Ivres held back the desire to reach his peak inside her right then and there.

An innocent priestess blessed by the gods. Yet during these two months, her opening had learned to stretch enough to accept him, and her v*gina—where no one had ever entered—was changing to fit his shape.

Angela’s body, pure white like fresh snow and ignorant of men, was being dyed in his color. That fact delighted Ivres immensely.

When bewilderment began blooming on Angela’s face as she repeated the motion of inserting and withdrawing on top of him, Ivres commanded her in a subtle tone.

“This much won’t make me submit, Priestess.”

“B-but… Ngh! Haah. Last time…”

She wanted to say that this much had made him cl*max before, but Angela was too overwhelmed concentrating on Ivres’s member pushing in and pulling out of her flesh.

“It’s similar to when you use your mouth. At first, I easily submitted just from putting it in your mouth, but now it’s different, right?”

Angela didn’t even think about the fact that Ivres was deliberately saying these things. Diligently, she began thinking in exactly the direction Ivres wanted.

At first, Ivres had spilled white fl*id just from her shaking it with her hand. But gradually, he seemed to adapt to the act, and she couldn’t get him to talk unless she provided greater stimulation.

Putting it in her mouth.

Licking it with her tongue.

She’d even learned the method of twisting while shaking it with her hand.

‘Then…’

Angela stayed in an awkward, half-crouched position, thought for a moment, then sat down completely.

She swallowed Ivres’s p*nis down to the root, filling herself completely. She could vividly feel the pulsing sensation throbbing inside her belly.

Torturing Ivres was always like this. When she tried something with the doubt of “Will this work?“, it invariably turned out to be the answer.

Angela’s hips began swaying slowly. Angela, who had only known how to move up and down, now drew spirals in circular motions front and back, and Ivres’s expression twisted.

To feel proud seeing the other person’s suffering face. Though it couldn’t be helped, Angela repented for her wicked mindset, squeezed her eyes shut, and surrendered her body to the sensation.

The sharpening sensations seemed to make Angela’s body float. Somewhere deep inside her opening that hadn’t been touched when she just moved up and down began to tingle.

“Hngh. Haah, haah.”

Angela’s breathing gradually grew rougher. Unconsciously, she drew circles in a position that could stimulate that spot, and her hip movements shaking back and forth grew faster and faster.

That’s when it happened.

“Good job. But it’s still not enough. You need to hit it more firmly.”

Ivres, who had been lying still like a stone statue receiving Angela’s service, began thrusting his hips. Each time his large body moved, Angela’s body lifted slightly into the air before plummeting back down.

Thwack. Thwack. The flesh that had been touching and parting softly now collided with loud sounds. Though she thought she’d already taken him deep to the root, the recoil made Ivres’s member dig even deeper inside, creating intense pleasure.

Opposite to Ivres’s movements, Angela’s body repeatedly floated up and fell down. Angela unconsciously placed her hands on his chest.

“I-Ivres…! Wait, hnngh! Wait, stop. Haaah.”

“I can’t stop. You made me like this, Priestess.”

The lewd sounds of flesh slapping echoed throughout the room at the top of the Tower. In the room filled with bright light on all sides, Angela’s *rotic appearance showed far too clearly.

This was the only part of this room that Ivres liked.

Ivres’s hands, watching Angela shake helplessly on top of him with her opening stretched to its limit, had already come free from the bed.

“Y-your hands!”

Angela struggled in shock, but it was useless.

“Right. My hands came loose. Though they were never tied in the first place.”

“N-no, haaah!”

“Don’t worry. I won’t run away. Like always.”

Instead, Ivres changed positions while holding her. After raising his upper body from his lying position, Angela’s world flipped upside down.

Angela had always moved on top of him with his hands bound. Now it was the complete opposite.

Ivres grinned wickedly from above Angela lying on the bed. His smiling face—Angela felt like she was seeing it for the first time. No, she definitely should have been seeing it for the first time, and yet…

“You’re remembering a little.”

That would be interesting in its own way, Ivres giggled. He grasped Angela’s br*ast with his large hand and began kneading it gently.

Just having the large-framed Ivres pound into her from above made Angela feel suffocated. It felt like the p*nis skewering her below would come out of her mouth.

While thrusting his hips, Ivres grabbed her br*ast and began sucking. He’d been thirsty in his own way, holding back from doing this from the start.

With his right hand, he pinched the plump, protruding n*pple, flicked it, and teased it. He put the opposite br*ast in his mouth and sucked on it.

Every time he chewed on the peak with his mouth, he could feel Angela’s lower mouth squirming and biting down firmly on his p*nis.

“You like it when I do this, Priestess.”

“I-I… N-no. Nooo…! Haah. Haaah!”

Angela, on the verge of passing out, panted without being able to answer properly.

Though Angela trying her best to seduce him on top of him in the name of t*rture was nice to watch, Ivres “always” liked her best when she was pinned beneath him, crying.

“You did well today too. You licked it all up without leaving a single drop, just like I taught you.”

Angela, who at first couldn’t even hold his member, had now mastered the method of filling her mouth with it and using her tongue for f*llatio.

Ivres recalled her licking up the s*men while holding it in both hands, and thr*st his member harder into her.

Thwack. Thwack. Along with the sound of flesh colliding, Angela panted like she was about to pass out.

“Haah, haah. Now… stop now…!”

“Not yet.”

“Why, why. Hngh. Hngh. Haaah…!”

“I told you. Did you forget again?”

Ivres tenderly brushed away Angela’s hair stuck to her forehead with sweat.

“I told you our t*rture ends when you reach your cl*max, Priestess.”

It was light hypnosis. Their physical encounters usually proceeded like this. If Angela struggling on her own trying to make something happen in the beginning was f*replay, then now was the main event.

At Ivres’s caring words, Angela wrapped her arms around his neck. Only then did what she’d learned before come back to her mind.

“That’s right. Good girl.”

She put strength into her arms around his neck to pull Ivres closer. Then she opened her mouth and willingly began entwining her tongue with Ivres as he penetrated inside her.

The wet sounds of saliva meeting began ringing out loudly along with the sounds of flesh colliding. In the room filled with l*st, Angela began pleading as she’d learned.

“H-hurry and finish. Please.”

“Since it ends when you reach your cl*max, Priestess, I think I should be the one asking. Won’t you hurry and finish?”

“Haah.”

A m*an that couldn’t form proper words leaked through her trembling teeth.

“I-in this position, I can’t…”

“Then?”

While kissing Ivres with his delighted smile, Angela pleaded with tear-filled eyes.

“From… from behind… you need to… put it in.”