In contrast, the young ladies who fervently followed him shot burdensome looks even if their gazes merely brushed.

But that woman seemed purely innocent even in her gaze. She would smile brightly like a child at jokes. Her face was gentle and non-threatening.

But she turned out to be Rarien Claude, that crazy woman. The reason he didn’t recognize her at once was because she looked so different with and without glasses.

‘I thought she looked innocent. Who would’ve thought she’d be such a perverted stalker.’

You shouldn’t judge people by their looks. She wasn’t just a pervert but an obsessive and meticulous one with her own territory.

Today was no different.

‘I don’t usually go to the annex, so how did she know I’d be there?’

It gave him chills. She was a woman with formidable information-gathering skills, befitting a stalker.

‘Well, she followed me to the masquerade. It must be easy to follow me around inside the temple.’

He thought he had seen her often at temple events. Was it just his imagination?

In any case, he had chosen the wrong person to focus his gaze on. She was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

And that wasn’t all.

Even though she bumped into him on purpose, she pouted her plump lips as if she was the one who was wronged. Those lips were so tempting like fruit that he wanted to devour them… Ah, damn, this must be a test from the gods.

He was possessed by a demon, no doubt. He wondered if he should visit High Priest Sebastian Klein for an exorcism.

Anyway, he had a foolish face to match the foolish woman. What was truly despicable was not the woman but his lower half, which swelled with blood and expanded to its limits at the mere thought of her. It was like an automatic reflex.

He could understand if it were someone worthy. But to a woman so lowly and indecent as to assault someone else’s lips without permission. Was this his original taste?

She was a demon, for sure. It couldn’t be explained unless it was a lustful spirit.

Rarien, stupid Rarien,

Rarien Claude….

He shouldn’t have asked for her name. That stupid name wouldn’t leave his head.

Nicholas had his subordinates gather brief personal details on Rarien Claude. Contrary to what he thought, her reputation at the temple was very good. She was said to be a diligent and exemplary nun who took on unpleasant tasks.

‘An exemplary nun, my foot. More like an exemplary perverted stalker.’

They say the devil smiles like an angel. It must be a trick to deceive people.

Even he had been fooled by the innocent impression of the ‘nun in the fourth row, dead center.’

She cared for Madam Rosalie until her death and was now attending to Sera Evotte.

Madam Rosalie was famously rumored to be a witch, and Sera Evotte was even more of a brat than a witch.

‘Did she learn how to curse while caring for a witch?’

A reasonable suspicion arose about her innocent face casting such a dirty curse.

He couldn’t hold out with his c*ck er*ect forever. Even the scriptures wouldn’t stick in his mind.

Reciting the Lord’s Prayer to calm down was a secret trick passed down among the holy knights. It was a complete myth.

Even the national anthem of the Empire was useless. Of course, hymns were equally ineffective. He even tried hitting his thighs with a stick, but it only hurt terribly. He felt like he was going crazy.

There was no way he could preside over worship and preach in this state. He had to do something to calm it down.

“How embarrassing.”

Nicholas grumbled as he grabbed his massive member with his long hand.

His abdomen hurt because it was so full of s*men. It was an abnormal reaction, as if to compensate for his past abstinence.

‘Yeah, rub it, release it, and end it.’

It was just a discharge, and there was no need to attach any grand meaning to it. Once he expelled the dirty lust stored in his body, it would be as if nothing had happened.

It was shameful and disappointing to himself, but how could a person be perfect? No, at least I must be perfect. The more he dwelled on it, the more his mind felt like it was going crazy.

It was indeed a perfect life until Rarien Claude, that woman, cast a lustful curse on him. It was all because of that woman. That wicked witch.

The c*ck he grasped was hot. The thought of shaking it like some foolish man made him furious. But there was no other suitable method.

“Rarien, Rarien Claude….”

I won’t let her be.

Nicholas gritted his teeth and slowly began to stroke himself.

***

Rarien unlocked the door and stepped into the entrance of the changing room. Strangely, the lights were on inside.

‘Is someone here?’

There shouldn’t be anyone at this hour. If there were, the door would have been open. The communal bath operated until eight in the evening, and it was now past two in the morning.

‘Maybe the last person forgot to turn off the lights.’

Rarien thought nothing of it and gathered cleaning supplies from the corner of the changing room. As she stood in front of the door to the bath, she heard a faint sound from inside.

“…Rarien.”

Rarien flinched at the sound of her name. Did she hear wrong?

“Rarien Claude….”

Hearing her full name, she was sure it was her name. With a face as white as a sheet, Rarien gently opened the door to the bath.

The faint sound grew slightly louder.

“Ha, Rarien Claude.”

If she wasn’t mistaken, it was Nicholas’s voice. Sure enough, even from behind, she could tell. The person standing n*ked in the middle of the bath was undoubtedly Nicholas Reinhart.

She almost screamed in shock. Rarien clamped her mouth shut, fearing any sound might escape.

‘…A rare perfect butt.’

She tried not to look with squinted eyes. But she couldn’t help but admire the perfect butt that forced its way into her view. The harmony of the gluteus maximus, tightly clinging to his firm thighs, was a golden ratio. It could only be described as a masterpiece sculpted by the gods.

And what about his back? With his physique you’d think he was a holy knight, not a cleric. The sleek back muscles flanking the groove running down the center of his back were art. His waist was so slim compared to his broad, right-angled shoulders that it even looked neat.

‘I need to stop looking. I’m already being treated like a perverted stalker….’

Rarien shook her head vigorously. She had to sneak out quickly before she got caught. It was a shame, but just as she was about to close the door and escape,

“Huh, Rarien Claude. I’ll kill you.”

Nicholas muttered with a lot of resentment. She knew he disliked her, but did he hate her that much? Enough to grit his teeth and seethe with anger?

‘Looks like I’m really hated.’

Rarien felt like crying.

“Ah, Rarien.”

Now that she thought about it, Nicholas was shaking something vigorously. Tap tap tap. Tap tap, tap tap. There was an intermittent sound of something hitting and rubbing, though it might have been her imagination.

Rarien couldn’t stop watching the strange spectacle.

‘Since I’m already being treated like a perverted stalker… let’s just watch a bit more.’

She was bound to end up in hell anyway. She might as well watch before she goes.

Her image couldn’t get any worse. Rarien ultimately decided to satisfy her intense curiosity with a sense of resignation.

“Rarien, damn Rarien. I’m going to pin that annoying body down… damn it!”

Tap tap tap! Tap! Tap tap tap!

The slick sound grew louder.

It was the first time she had seen Nicholas using such vulgar language. It was as if he was possessed by a demon. Unable to contain his rising anger, that angelic high priest had sold his soul to the devil.

Watching Nicholas suffer like this was also painful. She felt like crying. Cleaning? Forget cleaning. Rarien decided to return to her room, feeling drained.

Just as she was quietly closing the door to leave,

Crash–!

A cleaning brush fell to the floor with a loud noise. As Nicholas quickly turned his body, his golden eyes met hers directly.

She couldn’t believe it.

Nicholas Reinhart was holding a massive c*ck in his hand. It was so er*ect that it reached above his navel.