Rarien looked down at her own body. Her br*asts, shoulders, legs… Everywhere was covered in marks he had left. Thanks to the bruises he had given her, she felt she would be able to remember this night every time she bathed.

Like he had said, unless he called for someone, no one entered this place. With no one to stop them, they had s*x all over the office until the sun began to set. They did it on the desk, on the sofa, and even by the door when she tried to leave, she was caught and penetrated.

Nicholas Reinhart was obsessed with s*x as if he was possessed by a demon.

Although Rarien herself had ignited the flame, as she endured it, she became frightened to the point of trembling.

“Since I started getting turned on because of these lips in the first place, you should take responsibility.”

“When I’m with you, it always ends up like this. That’s why I’m saying you should take responsibility.”

Yes, like he said, all of this happened because of her.

Of course, it felt good. It felt good, but…

She felt a bit guilty, as if she had broken someone who was perfectly fine. Although she had never done such a thing, looking at his crazed eyes, it did seem like a curse.

Through a series of actions unknown to herself, she had awakened the perverted demon sleeping in his heart. And the innocent Nicholas had been uncontrollably consumed by that flame of desire.

“This must be a curse. Huh, once I start thrusting, ha, I can’t stop.”

Moreover, he now seemed to have no intention of restraining himself or stopping.

“If I were Satan.”

“I’d probably be the Satan that God loves very much.”

In truth, it didn’t matter whether Nicholas was Satan or not.

Just Nicholas Reinhart. She liked him as he was.

Even though he spoke harsh words, did as he pleased, and did strange things, she wanted to understand it all.

Unlike her, he was a brilliantly shining existence, and she liked how confident he was in any situation.

Above all, the sermons he gave her had been a great comfort during her difficult life at the temple.

From the beginning, she entered the temple because he was there. If he had been in hell, Rarien would be in hell right now.

If she had more time, she would have clung to him, struggling together in the pit of depravity and following him even to hell, but Rarien was living on borrowed time.

‘We couldn’t be together anyway.’

She would die soon. Having s*x with him was something she did knowing she was going to die.

Even when considering their social status, it was the same. Unlike his high noble family, Rarien’s family was a fallen noble house that could sell their title at any moment without surprise.

From the beginning, she didn’t start this with grand plans of wanting to be with Nicholas or becoming lovers…

It would be natural not to be greedy for him anymore.

And above all, ‘Rarien Claude’s remaining life’ was as precious as ‘Rarien Claude’s unrequited love’.

‘Let’s spend the remaining time in the south doing things I’ve wanted to do.’

The southern temple was famous for being quiet. The scenery was beautiful, and it wouldn’t be as busy as here. Ever since she knew that her days were numbered, Rarien had been writing down things she wanted to do in a notebook every night. Looking at what she had written, it wasn’t anything grand.

Things like riding a train, walking barefoot on the beach sand, swimming in the sea, or secretly eating cake.

Such trivial things.

She planned to do each of them one by one when she went south.

It would be nice if she could fill her remaining time solely with time for herself and then leave.

“Your Excellency, I’m sorry. And thank you….”

I’m sorry for shaking you up because of my greed.

Rarien kept muttering the words that Nicholas had told her not to say.

He said that if she spoke such words carelessly, people would look down on her, but since this was her honest feeling, she didn’t care how others saw her.

‘I want to kiss him just one last time.’

Rarien carefully raised her head so as not to wake him and kissed him.

Because she didn’t know when she would see him again. No, since she was leaving tomorrow, she should think of it as the last time.

“…Goodbye, Nicholas Reinhart.”

Rarien bid her own private farewell.

***

Friday afternoon, Nicholas, having finished his paperwork, was waiting for someone in his office.

‘She must be bedridden.’

She hadn’t been seen all day yesterday. Nicholas hadn’t bothered to look for her either.

In the evening, he officiated the service. The fourth seat in the center was empty.

It was the seat where Rarien Claude always sat, looking at him with bright eyes.

She must have been exhausted, considering she fainted during s*x. She needed time to recharge for the next encounter.

Nicholas had continued to suck and penetrate her for a long time even after she had lost consciousness, unable to calm his excitement. Even he felt as if he was possessed by a demon, but he couldn’t stop.

At first, he wondered if his sensory organs had malfunctioned. Nicholas Reinhart pondered hundreds of possibilities over the course of a day.

Was his sense of smell paralyzed?

No.

On the way out after the service, when he was surrounded by a crowd of followers, he clearly felt that his sense of smell was still intact.

The weather was already moving from early summer towards midsummer. It was also the time when Nicholas became most sensitive to smells.

He barely managed to hold back the urge to vomit from the mixture of perfume that the believers had liberally applied to be seen well and their sweat.

At the same time, he recalled the stupid look on Rarien Claude’s face as she whimpered about being dirty and smelling bad. How strange. Only that woman didn’t feel dirty to him.

Rarien’s scent, far from making him want to vomit, rather, it aroused him and it felt sweet. He felt he could bury his nose between her legs all day if he’s asked to. It must be a curse.

Was he addicted to s*x?

This was a bit ambiguous.

Nicholas’s conclusion after much deliberation was that it was half right and half wrong.

It was true that thoughts of s*x didn’t leave his mind all day. But if the goal was ‘s*x itself’, it shouldn’t matter who his partner was.

However, in Nicholas’s lewd imagination, it was difficult to insert anyone other than Rarien Claude. Of course, the same was true for men.

Other humans? The feeling was like blood rushing to his c*ck only to subside. Thanks to this, Nicholas was able to find an emergency treatment for unexpected erections. Had she somehow brainwashed him without his knowledge? It was ridiculous.

Isn’t it strange? What was so special about that woman?

No, she is quite erotic. It’s crazy, but what can I do? It was all because that woman was too sexy.

Whether it was a curse or an aphrodisiac, he decided to give up on finding the cause. He had already lost completely in God’s test and in the fight with himself.

As he kept thrusting his c*ck into her, he even lost the will to win.

Just looking at her makes me hard. Just smelling her drives me crazy. There’s no choice but to lose.

What can a lowly human do, after all?

If something is too perfect, it lacks humanity. And as Sebastian Klein said, it was natural for a man to lust after a woman.

Indeed, his insight was remarkable. Nicholas thought there were sufficient reasons and grounds for him to become z High Priest at such a young age.

Remembering how she had worried about the wet documents, he had cleaned up the desk thoroughly, but thinking she might be in pain from her waist, he considered secretly taking her to the bedroom.

Nicholas had personally called a glasses maker to the temple.

He planned to have glasses fitted for her, and if she found it burdensome, he would extract an appropriate price instead. Of course, he intended to decide that price himself.

The larger the lenses to cover her face, the better it seemed.

That way, those bastards with only cum in their heads wouldn’t be able to spout lewd nonsense about her looking prettier without glasses or whatnot.

Knock knock–.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

Nicholas grinned and commanded her to enter as if he had been waiting. He thought she would probably come in timidly, shuffling her feet.

That expectation was quickly proven wrong.

“What is it?”

“Y-Your Excellency… it’s that.”

The assistant was clearly fidgeting nervously.

“They said Rarien Claude has been transferred as of today.”