“I’m impressed that you remember that.”

The memory should have been erased. Perhaps because she was a priestess, the dark magic didn’t take complete effect. Ivres obediently nodded and stopped moving his hips.

“Then tell me when you’re ready.”

Angela crawled toward the headboard. She had no strength at all below her thighs. Though she felt like she might cramp up, the t*rture needed to end quickly, so she had to push herself.

Gripping the bars, Angela knelt and spread her legs wide.

He’d pounded into her so much that a long, transparent thread of moisture stretched between her reddened, swollen slit.

“You need to spread wider, Angela.”

Though he’d told her this before, she never seemed to remember this position—perhaps out of embarrassment. Angela’s body trembled slightly at Ivres’s words.

She soon leaned her upper body diagonally toward the bed while still gripping the bars, then buried her face in the soft pillow. Then she reached her pale hand between her spread legs and opened her most precious place herself.

The opening that had been stretched beyond its limit just moments ago was laid bare. The sight of the hole gaping and twitching, unable to close completely, was utterly obscene.

“Right. That’s the ready position.”

Angela, under light hypnosis, believed her current actions were torturing Ivres. That she was exploiting his weakness and forcing him to do things that troubled him.

“H-hurry so we can finish…”

But the pleasure her body felt and the sense of reality in her mind were vastly different. Her hole repeatedly gaped in sync with her trembling voice.

“As the Priestess commands.”

Yet contrary to his words, Ivres didn’t insert himself inside her. He placed his hands on what she’d spread open, then began gently pressing the round button where all her nerves gathered.

Angela’s body began convulsing like someone electrocuted.

“Wh-what…! N-no, th-there…!”

“I told you then, remember? It’s called the cl*toris. You were supposed to practice by touching here. Seems you forgot.”

The homework he’d assigned a week ago was to practice climaxing just from touching her cl*toris without insertion.

“Disappointing.”

Students who fall behind need punishment, Ivres muttered. When he briefly placed his hand over Angela’s, she cried out in a flustered voice.

“M-my hand…!”

“It won’t move. Right? Your legs won’t either.”

Her hands froze in position, spread wide and exposing her opening. Ivres parted her cl*toris with his fingers and brought his pointed tongue to it.

“Hiik!”

He heard Angela gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. But Ivres paid no mind and began licking her round center with his tongue.

Her body twisted each time his rough tongue touched her, but she couldn’t close her legs or move her hands.

Soon her opening began moistening and releasing fl*id. Her glistening, wet flesh sparkled in the bright light.

But this level of reaction wasn’t what Ivres wanted. He inserted his fingers into her opening and began stirring. Ivres let out a satisfied breath at how Angela greedily devoured them, gaping eagerly like she’d been waiting.

“Look how well you chew and swallow. This much is easy for you now.”

Ivres inserted two fingers together and continued his *ssault on her cl*toris with his other hand. 

Her breathing grew increasingly ragged, and at some point all the strength drained from her body as fl*id gushed out forcefully.

“I told you before that it shouldn’t take this long to cl*max.”

Ivres spoke to her with a light laugh. The panting Angela felt relieved, thinking it was finally over despite how hard it had been.

“As punishment, I won’t let you go today until you come ten times.”

The main event hadn’t even started yet, but her presumptuous assumptions were cute—though Ivres had no intention of releasing her.

Once today passed, he’d have to wait another week to taste this feast. He couldn’t be satisfied so easily.

Angela’s face went pale at the mention of ten times. Ivres chuckled at her reaction.

“If you don’t like it, just cl*max quickly. A diligent priestess should be able to finish soon.”

Ivres licked her ear. As his tongue leisurely licked and teased her earlobe, m*ans began spilling from Angela’s mouth again.

“Count each time you come. Once you reach ten, I’ll stop.”

Positioning his p*nis against her thoroughly spread, moist opening, Ivres penetrated her in an instant. Angela’s body, already sensitive to the extreme, convulsed and released fl*id with each thr*st.

In reality, the ten climaxes finished quickly, but there was no way the dazed Angela could keep count.

The bed sheets quickly became soaked. With the love juices and gushing fl*ids she released while trembling with each thr*st, he almost worried she might become dehydrated.

“Please, please stop…”

“Priestess. You mustn’t forget that even if you cl*max, this t*rture only ends when you make me submit.”

The demon’s secret whispers continued.

“But I suppose I can be reasonably satisfied with this much. So I’ll let you decide.”

“D-decide what?”

“Where I should plant my seed.”

In Angela’s hazy memory, she recalled similar conversations repeating many times.

Her chest. Her thighs. Her buttocks. Her face. Inside her mouth. His hot, sticky white fl*id had been spilled in various places.

But none of those had been the right answer. Each time, the act had started over from the beginning. Angela spoke in a trembling voice.

“Inside. Pour it inside.”

The deepest place in her opening. That’s where this man liked to spill his s*men.

“Oh.”

Ivres stroked Angela’s head with eyes that seemed impressed.

“Good. A good girl who gets the right answer deserves a reward. I’ll really stop here for today.”

Ivres grabbed Angela’s pelvis and began moving back and forth at high speed. The act was much faster than before, and Angela’s flesh slapped and rubbed until it flushed red.

His s*men came in large amounts. Enough to fill her mouth and still overflow into both cupped hands.

Ivres poured hot s*men into Angela’s deepest place. Simultaneously, Angela’s trembling body collapsed.

* * *

Angela snapped back to her senses. She felt something pouring out from inside her. Looking down, she saw Ivres lying beneath her with his eyes closed, wearing a gloomy expression.

“Once again, I’ve submitted to you today.”

Being made to cl*max by someone he didn’t even like seemed to make him very unhappy, just like he’d mentioned before.

Moving her hips in circles. Angela added another t*rture method to her mental list. When she pulled his large p*nis from her body, white fl*id spilled down her thighs from her gaping slit.

Since Ivres’s hands were bound, she had to clean up as well. Angela soaked a soft cloth in water, wrung it out, then wiped his soiled lower body. Then she wiped her own lower area too.

Angela turned to look at Ivres.

“That information is accurate, right?”

Before reaching his cl*max, Ivres had been unable to withstand the t*rture and revealed secrets. The Demon Army consisted of 54 brigades total, and the elite advance guard would march from the northeast.

“Yes.”

Watching his gloomy appearance made Angela feel bad, like she was the villain for coldly demanding confirmation of the facts.

Once dressed, Angela returned to her appearance as a holy priestess, like nothing had happened. Her chest stung strangely, like she’d been injured, and Angela tilted her head in puzzlement. 

But she soon dismissed it as her imagination and rubbed her chest lightly. There was no reason for her chest—which no one had ever touched—to sting. Her lower area also felt tingly, but that was the same.

Without showing it, Angela rebuttoned his pants and neatly dressed him in his shirt. After that, she released the chains connected to the bed’s bars, and today’s t*rture was complete.

“Then…”

“Ah. So your business is finished.”

Unable to meet Ivres’s bitterly smiling eyes, Angela averted her gaze.

“If you hate these acts, you could just confess everything quickly.”

“It’s fine. I understand—it’s your job. But still…”