It seemed his only standard was his own mood. The Nicholas Reinhart in front of her looked completely different from the always gentle and kind one in her fantasies. Rarien, at a loss for words, just stared blankly at his face.

“It’ll wear out. You looked at my c*ck the same way.”

“W-what do you mean…”

“Seems like you want it.”

Nicholas said teasingly.

“Please don’t say such things.”

As if he’d actually give it. The person who really wanted it felt dejected.

“Those stupid glasses…. Why aren’t you wearing them?”

“The glasses?”

“Are you planning to bump into someone else and pounce on them?”

The glasses had flown off and broken on the day she collided with Nicholas. The lenses were shattered, so they couldn’t be repaired and had to be replaced. It would take quite a while to buy new ones, as they were glasses she had saved up for months to afford.

“The lenses broke. I haven’t been able to buy new ones yet.”

Rarien’s expression fell a little.

“Buy new ones immediately.”

“They’re expensive, so it’s a bit difficult right away.”

“I’ll buy them. I’ll cover the cost for the safety and well-being of the clergy.”

They’re really quite expensive. I barely managed to buy them by saving up my meager nun’s salary.

Nicholas spoke casually as if it was no big deal.

“But since your eyesight seems poor, let’s get very large and thick glasses this time. Ones that cover your whole face. That’s my condition.”

“…I appreciate the gesture, but I’ll take care of that myself.”

When he set the condition, Rarien hesitantly replied. While it would feel nice to receive a gift from Nicholas, it wasn’t something cheap. And with conditions attached, it honestly felt burdensome.

And if she received such a gift, she might end up attaching too much meaning to it and have a harder time giving up on Nicholas through mental gymnastics.

“Anyway, thank you for your concern. I’ll just accept the thought for the glasses.”

“Do you think I’m doing this out of concern for you?”

He asked back as if dumbfounded.

“I’m being generous from a humanitarian perspective to avoid creating innocent victims like myself. Is there a problem with that?”

“No, it’s just that receiving something so expensive feels burdensome.”

He thought she’d be happy if he offered to buy them. Rarien Claude unexpectedly drew a firm line.

He thought she was a shameless and conscienceless woman for suddenly proposing having s*x She was truly unpredictable and hard to figure out.

“So what’s your business? You haven’t mentioned it yet.”

“What are you going to do about this?”

His finger was pointing precisely downward.

“……!”

Following where his finger was pointing, she couldn’t help but immediately understand what he meant, even if she didn’t want to. Despite wearing the loose-fitting priest’s robe, his center was proudly displaying its imposing presence.

Usually, such baggy clothes would hide it, but unfortunately, Nicholas’s g*nitals were far from ordinary.

But… what was she supposed to do about this?

Why was he suddenly showing his er*ect p*nis… no, why was it er*ect in the first place?

“What can I… I mean, what can I do for Your Excellency?”

“Take responsibility.”

“What?”

“You agreed to help me, didn’t you? Was that just empty words?”

Nicholas asked back as if wondering why she was asking about something so obvious.

“Again?”

Wasn’t the s*x supposed to be a one-time thing? Of course, I’d be happy to do it again, but…

Is it okay to interpret this as him suggesting we have s*x again?

Rarien was still confused, unable to understand Nicholas’s intentions. In such matters, one had to ask clearly. Making assumptions and misunderstanding could lead to major incidents.

“After thoroughly f*cking me, you’re now trying to back out?”

He was just asking out of curiosity. Nicholas seemed dumbfounded.

“No, that’s not it… Your Excellency said it would be just that one time.”

“Well, that’s what I thought then. I didn’t know it would get hard again.”

“You said you’d report me to the Ethics Committee if I broke the contract…”

“The purpose of the contract was resolution in the first place. As you can see, the situation is still unresolved.”

This was the most unreasonable argument ever.

“Anyway, I said I’d determine the punishment if the contract was broken. You agreed to follow it. Don’t you remember?”

“……”

Nicholas Reinhart seemed to only remember things that were convenient for him. He pulled out a piece of paper from the desk and showed it to Rarien.

“I’m glad I prepared this in advance in case you tried to back out. Here, this is the content of the contract we made in the bathroom that time.”

Belatedly taking the contract, Rarien read the contents carefully. They say even verbal contracts are binding. She didn’t expect him to have written it down as well. Nicholas seemed to be as meticulous as herself.

It was all familiar content. Except for one clause.

[Rarien Claude will absolutely cooperate with Nicholas Reinhart’s requests for help.]

She had never heard or seen such a clause. Not to mention, it was a completely biased, unfair contract. Although she hadn’t proposed it expecting fairness in the first place, now he made up something that wasn’t there?

Rarien’s gaze trembled slightly.

“What is this? We didn’t discuss this during the contract.”

“You must not remember it.”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Insisting doesn’t make you right. Are you disregarding my memory now?”

Even though Rarien flatly denied it, Nicholas persistently pushed.

“I’m not disregarding it. I really never promised such a thing.”

“You said you’d help. You begged to let you help. You pleaded earnestly. Didn’t you?”

…Well, that’s true, but how did it come to mean this?

She wanted to argue, but seeing his confident attitude left her at a loss for words.

“So, Rarien Claude. Will you take responsibility or not?”

“Will you report me to the Ethics Committee if I don’t?”

“Probably.”

It was complete nonsense. But there was something even scarier than that nonsense.

Rarien’s face turned pale as she checked his lower body again. It seemed to have grown even larger than before, or was it just her imagination?

“But why is that… Why is it er*ect? What were you doing in the office? I don’t understand.”

In broad daylight. Alone. In the office.

…Why would it get er*ect?

No matter how she tried to understand, it didn’t make sense. While she wasn’t an expert on male bodies, from a human perspective, she could be certain that this was not a s*xual situation at all.

To think that the man she had been in love with for five years was a pervert who got erections at odd times for no reason. Of course, she was also a pervert who had been constantly thinking about sleeping with him… But somehow, she thought Nicholas Reinhart’s erections would be rational, even holy.

In Rarien’s case, while she might be a perverted trash on the inside, she didn’t have such obvious physical reactions on the outside, so it didn’t interfere with her social life. Wet panties could be hidden.

But this… was it really okay?

While she worried about his social life due to these random erections, she also felt like her beautiful memories of him were being denied.

“I’d rather ask you about the reason.”

“Pardon?”

“You must know since you used some trick to make it er*ect.”

Another unreasonable argument.

Unreasonable, unreasonable, unreasonable. It was a series of unreasonable claims. Listening to it made her head spin.

“What do you mean by using a trick? I didn’t do anything…”

“Don’t play dumb. You think I wouldn’t know about the dirty curse you cast in secret?”

“Why are you so sure it was me?”

“Because this never happened before you kissed me. Am I wrong?”

He was so convinced it was a curse. It seemed impossible to reason with him. Rarien asked, half resigned.

“What would you like me to do?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“What?”

“I realized there’s a place I haven’t searched yet. You didn’t take off your top last time, did you? How would I know if you’ve hidden something in your clothes?”

Nicholas was serious. Although it was unreasonable, his nonsense had its own reasons and logic.

Back then, they only lowered her panties to have s*x, so he couldn’t see inside her clothes.

Thinking back, the first time his body started acting strange was after Rarien Claude surprised him with a kiss.

Her br*asts had touched him. Unable to forget that sensation, his c*ck had become er*ect, and this situation had been repeating ever since.

So, she must be carrying some kind of lewd talisman near her chest.

The answer was in her br*asts. He had searched her mouth with his tongue and fingertips, and probed her p*ssy with his c*ck, but he hadn’t found it.

Therefore, he felt he needed to confirm with his own eyes to be satisfied.