Angela’s long, white fingers naturally rubbed against her round nub. The pressure and sensation of her fingers pressing and rubbing hard made her hips tremble involuntarily and begin to lift into the air.

After repeating this several times, strength gathered in her lower belly, and her focus concentrated there. From her thoroughly loosened opening, the demon’s seed soon slipped out of her body.

Unlike Ivres, the demon’s seed couldn’t move on its own. The demon’s seed—which supposedly would never leave the body unless the person became aroused—had entered and exited Angela’s body countless times over the past three days.

She repeated this act every night. Unaware of the breaking dawn, she rubbed her cl*toris and pushed the egg-shaped artifact in and out of her opening.

Every single night. Though she devoted herself to it almost all night long, Angela’s body only grew more sensitive.

Even though she stimulated the exact same places Ivres had, she couldn’t feel the same sensations she’d experienced in the tower. Her mouth went dry with unfulfilled desire.

Today was no different.

In the sacred dormitory, while all the other priestesses were finishing their day according to God’s will, she stripped off her clothes, caressed her own br*asts, rubbed her intimate place, and repeatedly pushed the object into her opening.

“It’s different…”

It was completely different from when Ivres touched her body. Angela felt like crying.

She’d even walked around all day with the demon’s seed inside her body. She’d gone about with that obscene thing stuffed in her opening, dripping with arousal. So much that her underwear was soaked through.

Tears welled slightly at the corners of Angela’s eyes. This was her limit now. Until now, she’d managed to maintain her composure without wavering.

Just one day a week. She’d committed lewd acts to extract information from Ivres.

But she could rationalize it to herself as something unavoidable. That it was necessary to win the war against the demons.

Each time she coupled with him, she desperately ignored how her heightened body reacted sensitively, comforting herself that it was merely a sacrifice for God’s work.

But now there was no room left for excuses.

“Hngh…!”

When she pushed the slippery demon’s seed back inside her body once more, a heated m*an scattered from Angela’s lips.

Angela stood up. She put on the damp underwear and priestess robes she’d thrown on the floor and neatly arranged her hair.

Her outward appearance, concealing the lewdness within, looked perfectly like a holy priestess.

She unlocked the door and Angela slipped out into the corridor. She walked carefully, glancing around. The direction Angela headed with quick steps had only one destination.

* * *

Ivres was at the tower. The demon’s seed he’d given Angela emitted a sweet fragrance proportional to how much it absorbed the user’s lewdness.

The scent was so strong that he could smell it even while sitting in the tower.

Because of this, Ivres—who had returned to the Demon Realm on days he didn’t meet Angela—was spending most of this week in the tower.

Today the full moon shone brilliantly bright. On nights when the large full moon rose, the world filled with yin energy. So Ivres was somewhat expectant. 

Would Angela, who had dwelled within God’s protection all this time, finally fall into his hands?

Late at night when the moon shone as bright as day, there was a woman in white priestess robes heading toward the tower, avoiding people’s eyes. From atop the tower, watching Angela, a deep smile spread across Ivres’s lips.

After some time passed, the sound of Angela’s footsteps began to reach Ivres’s ears. Ivres lay on the bed, waiting for her with a pleased heart.

The closer the footsteps came, the stronger the sweet fragrance from the demon’s seed grew.

When the door finally opened, Ivres’s front was swollen tight, ready to burst. Angela, who appeared through the door, wore a thoroughly disheveled expression with a flushed blush.

Unlike Angela, Ivres appeared to maintain perfect composure without any agitation. He slowly sat up and asked Angela.

“Priestess?”

At his languid voice, seemingly like he’d been about to fall asleep, Angela’s face turned even redder.

Because unlike herself, Ivres appeared to have no s*xual desire whatsoever.

“Is it already time for interrogation?”

“…That’s not it.”

“Then what brings you all the way up here in the middle of the night?”

Ivres looked at her with eyes hot enough to devour her. But it was well concealed, so Angela didn’t notice that dangerous energy.

Ivres’s rational question made Angela hesitate. She tapped her fingernails together and watched for his reaction for a while, but Ivres didn’t force an answer. He simply waited quietly.

Since she’d come here on her own feet, the answer was already decided. Angela had considered coupling with him merely as prisoner interrogation until now.

There was only one reason she’d come here emitting such a strong fragrance.

“Well… that is.”

She couldn’t say it with words. But after hearing Ivres’s voice, Angela’s lower region began to grow even more moist.

Angela ultimately acted instead of speaking. Click. Click. With the sound of buttons opening, Angela slowly removed her priestess robes.

It was the same scene as usual, but the difference was that in her haste, she’d forgotten to wear her top undergarment. From beneath the white, sacred priestess robes, her soft, supple br*asts spilled out, bouncing.

Her lower underwear was damp, almost soaked through. At the more provocative sight than expected, Ivres licked his lips with his tongue.

“How should I interpret this right now? Priestess.”

Ivres pulled Angela, who couldn’t say anything and kept her head down, toward him sharply.

Angela’s dazzling n*ked body nestled right into his embrace. Ivres kissed her without giving Angela any chance to speak.

The lewd sound of tongues intertwining mixed with panting breaths, sounding obscenely in their ears.

Angela, who didn’t know how to breathe during kisses, clumsily surrendered her mouth to be ravaged by his tongue.

Before her breath gave out, Ivres released her lips and said.

“Say properly what you want, Priestess.”

Having come this far, she couldn’t hesitate. Though it was shameful, Angela squeezed her eyes shut and spoke with a reddened face.

“The thing you gave me is making life too difficult.”

“Really? So you came here wanting me to remove it?”

If that was all she wanted, he’d take simple measures, Ivres said with a closed-eye smile.

“I’ll only ask once, so it’d be best to speak honestly, Priestess. It wouldn’t do for a priestess who conveys God’s will to lie.”

At his reproachful words, tears welled slightly in Angela’s eyes. Angela spoke in a voice so small it was barely audible.

“I… I want you to put it in.”

“Put it in. You mean this, right?”

Ivres grabbed Angela’s hand and pushed it into his pants. A large, formidable rod filled her hand completely.

Angela reflexively gripped his member and shook it. It was partly because she’d grown accustomed to it from the repeated “interrogations,” and partly because it was the thing she desperately wanted right now.

Ivres laughed softly and licked her earlobe.

“Hngh…!”

“If you want me to put it in, shouldn’t we first remove what’s already inside?”

Ivres lay down with his arm behind his head and commanded her.

“Since you seem to have used it well, you must know how to remove it, Priestess. Show me. Return the item properly and I’ll give you something else as a gift.”

No hiding in corners, no covering with blankets. It was a humiliating order, but Angela had no choice but to obey.

Angela had to demonstrate in front of Ivres what she’d done sickeningly for the past three days. 

At the sight of her spreading her legs wide and rubbing her cl*toris with her fingers without hesitation, Ivres’s p*nis twitched against his lower belly.

“Hngh… ngh, ngh. Haah!”

The sight of her diligently rubbing and massaging the round nub with her fingers was utterly lewd. 

Before she knew it, absorbed in m*sturbating, she even kneaded her br*ast with her other hand and rolled her n*pple between her fingers.

She’d already masturbated once in her room before coming. From her thoroughly loosened opening, the demon’s seed revealed itself, then fell downward with a pop.

At the sight of Angela looking at him pitifully with the corners of her eyes flushed red, Ivres smiled and asked her.