Prologue.

“Saintess, I did well today, didn’t I.”

Before she could even push out a word of protest, her mouth was sealed shut. He’d licked her neck clean like a beast, and now he pressed his lips to her ear and whispered.

“W, wait a……mnh……”

“Praise me. Tell me I did well.”

“Y, you did well…… So……”

“Pet my head too.”

How hard could that be? She’d do anything if it meant calming him down.

Lecia hurriedly stroked Tiherit’s head. She threaded her fingers deep into his soft hair and rubbed thoroughly. A low, rumbling groan rose from him.

Had she accidentally touched a wound? But what followed proved he was in no state to care about wounds.

“I think I could come just like this.”

“……Pardon?”

“Your voice is too good, Saintess……”

Tiherit looked slightly drunk. His eyes were half-lidded and hazy, and he caught his saliva-slicked lips between his teeth before he began to grind his hips against her in slow, deliberate rolls.

What he wanted was painfully obvious. The part of him that had hardened and risen was targeting her with an accuracy that was almost unbelievable.

“Mnh, ahh…!”

It was like he had eyes down there, the way he kept pressing right between her thighs.

Her mouth fell open on its own at the sensation she’d never felt before, and her body kept trembling. When he started picking up the pace of his hips, even her breathing grew ragged.

This couldn’t go on. She had to stop it somehow.

“Wait…… That……”

“……Saintess, I want to. Like it says in the scriptures…… Mm?”

“No, all of that is……” Mmph!”

She’d almost said it herself. That it was all fake.

But that disaster didn’t come to pass. Before she could finish the words, Tiherit swallowed her lips whole.

He tilted his head slightly as he leaned in, and took her in with his hot, soft lips. He stayed there a moment, feeling the warmth of her mouth, then gave a light pull before turning his head the other way and pressing his tongue deep inside.

In that instant, Lecia’s hands, which had been gripping him, splayed wide open. She had no presence of mind left to register the sensation.

It was her first kiss. Every nerve in her body went dark at once.

Her lips and tongue, on the other hand, became more sensitive than they’d ever been, sharpened far beyond her usual capacity for focus.

Every single movement of his soft tongue reached her in full detail. The scorching heat, the slick saliva, the wet, messy sound, even the pleased groan that came with it.

The absurd thing was that she didn’t dislike any of it.