III. The Priest’s Secret Education

The kiss, which seemed gentle at first, continued with overwhelming intensity afterward. Ludwig, who had overlapped their lips, lightly licked and gently nibbled without hurting her, soon invaded her small mouth and indulged in it. He thoroughly licked the soft inner flesh of her mouth, found her small tongue, entangled it, and persistently sucked it.

In contrast to the calm lake beneath their feet, the urgent, craving kiss continued relentlessly. Holding the back of her neck with its soft baby hair in his firm hand to prevent her escape, he pushed her so strongly that Florencia couldn’t think of anything else.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure that engulfed her entire body, Florencia couldn’t sit upright. If Ludwig hadn’t embraced her slender waist and pulled her close, she would have fallen into the lake long ago. The sensation of his tongue in her mouth, the feeling of her mind melting, dominated her. His saliva that went down her throat seemed to melt her entire body, making it hot and limp as it traveled down her esophagus.

“……Father, I can’t…… can’t breathe……”

Clinging desperately to Ludwig’s clothes, Florencia finally ran out of breath and weakly struck his chest with her small fist. Only then did their intense first kiss come to an end. 

Yet, even as Ludwig released her, his face remained close enough for their breaths to mingle, and one strong arm still held her firmly in his embrace.

“Fatherrr……”

Florencia breathed heavily. She was ignorant about s*xual love between men and women, and had never even imagined such acts.

‘Illegitimate child.’

‘The impure bloodline of a woman who seduced a man with a wife.’

She couldn’t remember her birth mother’s face, but she had heard that she was a commoner maid who even had a husband originally. So the accusation of seduction was likely false, but nevertheless, the descriptors surrounding her were quite malicious.

If Florencia were seen being close to some young gentleman, or even just seen talking and smiling with him…… It was obvious what would happen.

To avoid such experiences, Florencia consciously tried to distance herself from people and focus solely on her faith. Of course, she had no friends with whom to share related knowledge, and she herself wasn’t particularly curious, so she couldn’t help but be ignorant in these matters. She only vaguely understood through euphemistic and sanitized expressions that appeared in romance novels for young ladies that she occasionally read in the library.

She knew that loving couples sometimes kissed in dark places away from others’ eyes, but she hadn’t realized it would be such an intense and intimate act……

The place was quiet and they were alone, but it was too bright and not a dark forest but early summer noon with sunshine pouring down. Moreover, the two were not husband and wife, nor lovers, but a priest and a saintess candidate.

She felt hot. It felt like invisible heat was rapidly circulating along her blood vessels. Though invisible, she was sure her entire body was flushed red under her clothes. Suddenly it was too hot.

Covering her burning cheeks with her hands, Florencia avoided Ludwig’s gaze. She slipped off the rock into the water. The water temperature was cool, but the heat of her body, having just experienced her first kiss, didn’t easily subside.

“Laura.”

There was a strange power in his quiet voice. Ludwig didn’t easily let her go and followed her into the water. He persistently made eye contact with her as she tried to avoid his gaze, making her unable to move.

The time given for her to rest wasn’t very long. Ludwig grabbed her again and began the second kiss while submerged in the water. This time, he was more considerate, allowing her to breathe in between, and entwined his tongue more slowly and intensely.

She felt his unwavering arm holding her. He caressed her soft small ear, the back of her fluffy neck, her fragile shoulders and arms, and her waist in turn. His hand, which came back up from her waist, grasped her br*ast through her clothes and brushed the position of her n*pple with his finger.

Every place his hand passed felt as if it were on fire. His tongue and lips exploring her mouth were soft and sweet, but his body pressed against hers and the hands touching her were firm and solid.

“Father……”

When their lips finally parted, Florencia whispered plaintively like a small bird. Ludwig’s large hand was supporting her b*ttocks under the water. His eyes looking down at her still contained unquenched heat but were kind as usual.

Meeting those warm eyes, she felt embarrassment wash over her. Pulling at his sleeve with feeble strength, Florencia was conscious that her voice sounded like a sobbing child.

Even though she knew nothing, she could instinctively understand what they were doing, unless she was a fool.

Florencia finally asked her teacher with a trembling voice,

“……Father, is what we’re doing now…… something that married couples do?”

“That’s right.”

Answering in an unconcerned voice, Ludwig tucked a strand of hair that had fallen onto Florencia’s cheek behind her ear.

“Even God is not much different from humans, Florencia.”

It was a statement that might sound blasphemous at first hearing.

“Originally, humans were created in God’s image, and human actions merely follow and imitate those of God.”

He whispered quietly against her ear.

The next moment, the hand that had been gently stroking her hair grabbed the shoulder strap of her dress and pulled it down below her chest as if it were natural.

“……Father!”

Florencia was wearing a light empire-waist dress suitable for the summer season. As he hooked his hand on the fabric and slid it down, the round curves of her br*asts wrapped in undergarments were revealed.

“Relax.”

Can I relax in this situation? Florencia’s trembling eyes seemed to ask, but he lightly ignored it.

Ludwig confined her struggling small body within his strong arms. His hand moved behind Florencia’s back and untied the ribbon of her undergarment.

In just a brief moment, the undergarment that had covered her chest was in Ludwig’s hand.

“……Father Ludwig, I, I hate this…… Please give it back.”

“I refuse.”

Ludwig repeated her words with a calm face. Florencia tried to cover her chest with both arms, but he easily grabbed both her wrists with one hand and raised them. Her face, flushed with embarrassment, avoided his gaze.

“D-don’t look……”

“Why should I not?”

“It’s too embarrassing…… Father, please.”

Her violet eyes, like violets, were tearful as if tears would spill at any moment. Her long eyelashes were wet and visibly trembling. Her lips, slightly swollen from the recent kiss, and her cheeks with silver hair clinging to them were flushed hot.

Ludwig directed his gaze a little lower.

Her delicate neck and collarbone that looked as if they would break with just a little pressure, and below them, her small, trembling snow-white br*asts. The female body fully exposed under the broken sunlight of midday and his gaze was tinged with a pale pink due to embarrassment. The tiny n*pples at the peaks of her br*asts were also a lovely pink color. He barely suppressed the urge to put them in his mouth, bite, and suck them.

His gaze, heavy with hot desire, was enough to frighten the pure virgin who had just come of age.

“Sob…… I’m scared, Father……”

At the sorrowful cry that finally burst from her small mouth, Ludwig barely held onto his reason.

Goodness. I almost forgot that my little bride is excessively shy.

He wanted to stuff the undergarment he had just removed into her crying mouth, lay her down on the rock, and finish the deed right there. He wanted to tear off her cumbersome dress, spread her legs wide, insert his member, and make her cry out.

But to avoid ruining what he had waited for so long, he must never rush.

Even if she became frightened and ran away, refusing to become a saintess, it wouldn’t be a problem. He was confident he could easily find and bring her back from wherever she might hide on the continent. But he wanted to possess Florencia completely and wholly. He wanted her body and heart to depend only on him, to crave him, to be tamed by him, to burn with desire for him.

What Ludwig, the future Pope and High Priest, feared most was not war, disaster, or the end of the world, but her heart turning elsewhere.

“Laura, I’m sorry for startling you.”

Ludwig put on the benevolent priest’s smile again. He released her arms that he had gripped tightly, and like a kind older brother, embraced her small back and comforted her.

Though he expected rejection, Florencia unexpectedly nestled into his arms without resistance. Her dress was still pulled down below her chest, fully exposing her br*asts. She seemed somewhat relieved just by being held closely so that her bare skin wasn’t visible to his eyes. After holding her in his arms for a while, whispering apologies and gently soothing her, Florencia’s sobbing gradually subsided.

Even in this situation, his c*ck had swollen seriously, making his pants and underwear painfully tight. Holding her without the slightest gap between them, he could feel her soft br*asts through the fabric of his priestly robe. At this moment, Ludwig thought about throwing his mask of the elegant High Priest and his position as future Pope into the trash and becoming the piece of silk fabric that her n*pples were touching.

After some time passed, Florencia seemed to have calmed down. Still clinging to him, she carefully began to speak.

“……Father.”

“Yes. Tell me, Laura.”

“I’m sorry.”