Her face was a mess of tears, saliva, and bodily fluids, with thin silver hair sticking to it. Pretending to be somewhat gentle, he removed the hair and tucked it behind her ear, then positioned himself between her legs and spread the red flesh, fully exposing the wet vaginal opening.

His fingers, wet with her fluids, caressed around her vaginal opening like a massage. He placed her cl*toris between two fingers and lightly rubbed it, then gripped and shook it as if pinching, spreading both pain and pleasure simultaneously. Small, gasping moans automatically escaped her small mouth.

“Ha, ahng……”

Unlike his usual consideration for her, when he would mainly embrace her from behind and gently caress her, today he tied Florencia up and handled her like a doll. Because Ludwig had infused a bit of holy power into his fingertips, her body heated up much more sensitively than usual. His hand, which invaded and violated her tender vaginal walls, showed no mercy, making it quite overwhelming for her who had no s*xual experience yet. But seeing his disheveled appearance, unlike his usual self, an inexplicable joy welled up from deep within her heart even in the midst of her dazed state.

Father wants me too.

Her heart fluttered at the fact that he, who had always been neat and kind, lost his reason and became so angry just because she mentioned another man. Although he hit her, got angry, punished her, and made her cry, she found it unbearably pleasurable that his emerald eyes, which had been like a calm lake, were now tainted with deep desire and sinister heat as he roughly explored her.

She thought the coachman driving the carriage might hear the sounds coming from her mouth and the wet noises from below. And though she was incredibly embarrassed by the fact that for the first time she had fully exposed her private area to his eyes, as his hand movements quickened, even her shame was overwhelmed by excitement and pleasure as she sobbed.

“Aah…… Ah, hic, Father……”

Laura, have you developed some remorse now? His voice, huskier than usual, rang in her ears, but she couldn’t even answer.

When Ludwig heard that she had been laughing and talking with another man, accepting a drink from that bastard, and was going to confide her worries to him, he felt as if his blood was flowing backward. When he heard her say she wanted to receive “education” from another priest, he felt a rage that made him want to annihilate every living thing.

Pablo, was it?

I’ll strike that bastard off the saint’s register first thing tomorrow.

For a very brief moment, he considered taking her right here and now.

He wanted to take out his c*ck, which was firmly bulging his front placket, and thrust it deep inside her where no one had ever touched. He wanted to make the small, fragile Florencia cry out so loudly that her voice would leak outside the carriage, making the coachman and everyone outside know what they were doing. Instead of inserting pills mixed with holy power, he wanted to plant a part of himself directly inside her, leaving explicit traces.

Looking at her fair thighs wet with slick fluids, Ludwig briefly imagined gathering his own s*men flowing down them with his fingertips and feeding it to her mouth, making her consume it without leaving any.

But he couldn’t do that right now because his love and cherishing of her was far greater than the anger and rage boiling inside him.

He couldn’t let her first experience, which would be remembered for a lifetime, remain as a frightening moment endured while tied up in a shaking carriage.

He who had patiently waited for a long time until his young bride became an adult, decided to restrain himself once more today. While listening to her plaintive moans that sounded almost seductively sweet, he sighed briefly and mounted Florencia’s body again.

“Suck it.”

Ludwig withdrew his hand from her vaginal opening and pressed his fingers wet with her fluids to Florencia’s lips. Her small lips remained tightly closed as if being stubborn. As he rubbed his fingers across her lips and gestured again with his eyes, she silently shook her head in refusal.

“Open your mouth, Laura.”

Though he knew she was afraid of such things, he deliberately threatened her in a lowered voice.

“Pablo, was it? I’ll remove him from the saint’s register.”

Did the high priest have such authority? Before Florencia could even think about it, she turned pale.

“I’ll remove his mentor too.”

Florencia shook her head from side to side in fear. Looking at her violet eyes widened with fear, Ludwig smiled beautifully.

“What happens when someone’s name is erased from the saint’s register, whether voluntarily or involuntarily…… You know well, don’t you?”

He pushed his fingers deep into her mouth through the slightly parted lips that had opened in surprise. Opening her plump lips that resembled shyly blushing flower petals, he invaded inside, where the soft, moist tongue and inner cheeks clung wetly to him. Of course, it couldn’t compare to inserting his c*ck into her delicate l*bia, but the moist, smooth mucous membrane clinging to his skin gave him a certain satisfaction.

“Well done.”

Realizing it was useless, Florencia gave up resisting. As instructed, she held his fingers in her mouth and diligently licked her own fluids.

A strange satisfaction bloomed in Ludwig’s heart as he watched her. Seeing her obedient face with his hand that had been inside her now in her mouth, he could easily imagine what expression she would make when she took his c*ck. Just the thought made his blood rush so intensely to his lower region that it became painfully hard.

Florencia’s white n*ked body was covered with red marks he had left. Throughout the several hours of their carriage ride, her small body had repeatedly heated up under Ludwig’s touch without rest.

“Hic, Father…… Please, stop……”

“Stop? Do you mean you want me to stop? Or do you want me to let you finish?”

She didn’t know the answer to that question herself, so she just sniffled silently.

Today, Ludwig was neither kind as usual, nor did he let Florencia reach her climax completely. He consistently brought her to the edge of org*sm without letting her finish. Her body, sensitized by holy power, wouldn’t cool down easily, and she wasn’t even given time to catch her breath. Continuing to stimulate only her sensitive areas without allowing her to finish eventually became painful.

“Ah, hnn…… hnngh, Father……”

Once again, just before she reached her peak, Ludwig unfailingly and coldly withdrew his hand. The transparent fluid flowing from her vaginal opening had already soaked her lower region and was running down her thighs. She yearned for his touch shamelessly. She wanted to resolve the aching, tightening feeling in her lower abdomen and the trembling.

“Aah……”

Florencia clung to Ludwig’s arm with a plaintive moan. Though he knew exactly what she wanted, he showed no mercy. Despite being excited enough to want to take her right there, he maintained a strict and firm attitude for effective discipline.

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“We’ve arrived.”

Several sticky hours passed, mixed with what might have been saliva, tears, or bodily fluids. Meanwhile, the carriage faithfully continued on its way, and finally, the coachman’s voice announcing their arrival was heard from outside the door.

In that suffocating hot air of the carriage, Florencia could only move her moist lips slightly while breathing heavily. She was still completely n*ked and beneath him in a mess. Fear swept over her that the coachman might open the door and discover her in this state.

But the perfectly trained coachman would never act rashly. He would simply stand quietly by the door, waiting until his master called.

“Laura.”

When he untied the ribbon, there were reddish marks on the inside of her wrists. Ludwig took her wrists and gently kissed the soft skin. Then he combed her disheveled hair with his own hands and tied it neatly.

He didn’t return her underwear but dressed her only in her dress over her n*ked body and wrapped his jacket around her. With quite a caring touch, he closed her collar to cover the red marks of passion on her neck and shoulders, and spoke softly.

“I’m going straight to the disaster area now and won’t be able to return for a while. Be good and reflect during that time.”

Unlike his gentle hands meticulously closing her collar, his voice was cold.

The carriage that dropped her off at the front gate of the Academy dormitory left at a rapid pace without looking back.

After Ludwig left, she stood there blankly for a long time, staring in the direction where the carriage had disappeared. She felt her cheeks, which had been soaked with tears for hours, slowly drying.

A late afternoon breeze blew. The cool wind that calmed her reddened eyes entered under her skirt, brushing against her bare lower region. As the cold air touched that place which had been wet until just moments ago, she suddenly came to her senses. Only then did Florencia enter the dormitory with weak steps.

Upon returning to her room, she collapsed onto the bed without even undressing and fell asleep. Her aching body and heart remained filled with the sensation of him.