Rarien was always expected to give this much, give up this much, as if it were natural.

That habit continued even in the temple. Always a step behind, watching others, volunteering for unpleasant tasks, trying not to stand out. It was comfortable that way, and she thought it was her innate role.

Unlike Rarien, Nicholas was a protagonist-like existence everywhere. A diamond-like person so dazzling that one couldn’t help but look. That was Nicholas Reinhart.

One can desire and gaze at the sun, but no one mistakes that they can possess it. Because it’s too great a light to hold in one’s hands.

Their worlds were different. He was the heir to a grand ducal family with imperial bloodline, and a noble high priest in the temple.

On the other hand, Rarien was born into a poor baron’s family where even the title was nominal. She was at her wit’s end because of her unemployed brother who stubbornly insisted on playing the role of a baron, and her mother who covered for him.

Rarien Claude knew her place too well to accept this sweet dream as reality. In fact, if she hadn’t entered the temple, no, if she hadn’t struggled to have s*x, she wouldn’t have been involved with that shining man at all.

But why me…

No matter how she thought about it, it couldn’t be real.

Nicholas’s eyes, which were fixed on her, were lowered. Then, seeing Rarien’s frightened eyes, he muttered self-deprecatingly.

“What on earth are you, to make a person this miserable?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“If it were just simple ar*usal, you know, I wouldn’t have put you to bed so nicely at night. Well. You wouldn’t know how much I endured and endured, since you were sleeping obliviously.”

Even as he spoke, he lowered his gaze, embarrassed.

“I was restless, just watching you sleep. Like a dog waiting for its master. In the end, I couldn’t stand it and took care of it in the bathtub. I was afraid you’d run away again if I accidentally did something.”

Unlike Rarien Claude, Nicholas Reinhart had never been in a weak position in his life. But strangely enough. The woman who had first rushed to him saying she liked him was now thoroughly making him the weak one.

No, he realized that it was rather himself who was acting weak and anxious in front of her. What is this? It was a kind of feeling he had never experienced before.

“I don’t know if you know, but I actually have severe mysophobia. I’m sorry, but me being in this pigsty of a room is entirely because of you.”

“……”

Well… Come to think of it, she had never seen him in a disheveled state. Even when m*sturbating n*ked in the bathroom, he looked neat and tidy.

Still, to call it a pigsty. Hadn’t she cleaned the room not long ago? It wasn’t that bad, was it?

Rarien’s face turned bright red.

“Originally, I don’t even like others touching my things, let alone my bed, so I even clean my room myself. But I let you sleep in my bed without taking off your clothes or washing you. I thought it was good that your scent got on my bedding.”

“……”

“Do you still think this is just my arousal?”

It sounded like he was pleading.

It was a first. Seeing Nicholas look this desperate for something.

“It’s because you’re so beautiful…, that you’ve made me this half-crazy.”

There was no reason for him, who always seemed leisurely with nothing to be desired, to explain and persuade in such detail.

Especially if that feeling wasn’t sincere.

“……”

Rarien just moved her lips, not knowing what to say. And she looked at him with a still dazed face.

“Do you still think you’re innocent?”

“I, I…”

“Alright. Since you don’t seem to know what to confess. I’ll kindly tell you.”

“…What?”

“The crime of turning”

As he gradually came closer, her heart started to race.

“A perfectly normal person into a s*x-crazed pervert.”

Her instincts were telling her to run away, but despite her racing heart, her two feet were tied to the floor, unable to move an inch.

“And if that wasn’t enough, the crime of abandoning and running away from that pervert.”

Regardless, he skillfully cornered Rarien like a predator cornering its prey.

“If a person commits a crime, they should rightfully pay the price.”

“W-What do you mean.”

“You know. What I mean.”

They say the devil originally smiles like an angel.

Nicholas Reinhart smiled holier than anyone while driving her into a dead end.

“Rarien Claude. You dare to run away after corrupting me?”

When she reached the bed and the back of her calves touched the mattress, Rarien unknowingly lost strength in her legs and sat down on the bed.

“Now then.”

Her upper body gradually tilted backward. It was because he climbed on top of Rarien’s body.

Nicholas looked down with relaxed eyes, like a predator admiring its captured prize.

“It’s time for punishment.”

Rarien was captured in his arms in the blink of an eye. Their breaths brushed, and their lips came close enough to touch.

Realizing that this was a danger signal, Rarien turned her head in panic.

…This can’t be. This is absolutely absurd.

“Well… We, we agreed to never meet again, didn’t we? You said I was messing you up terribly…”

“I’ve changed my mind. Does anyone want to reveal their flaws to others?”

“Flaws?”

“Yes. You are my only flaw. I deliberately prevented you from leaving earlier. That’s why I followed you all the way here because it didn’t work.”

The only flaw for the perfect son of God.

He was a man who didn’t suit lovesickness at all from the beginning. So does that mean just her existence was a nuisance? She didn’t mean to be. She only felt dizzy, like becoming a speck of dust on a pure white snow field.

“I don’t care if it’s a curse or an aphr*disiac. A flaw is something you want to hide away and keep to yourself. So I’ll keep you by my side and look at you alone.”

“……”

“I’ll have to see how you, as my flaw, will act as a variable for me, but for now, I don’t dislike it. Is this answer enough?”

Rarien’s lime-green eyes examined his complexion.

Despite pouring out such surprisingly unbelievable words, he now showed no sign of wavering.

It was a series of ambiguous statements, but there was no need to ponder deeply. Perhaps this very ambiguity itself was Nicholas Reinhart’s true feelings.

“I’ve said my piece, now it’s your turn.”

Nicholas firmly supported her waist with one arm to prevent her from pushing him away and pressed his body close.

She felt his heavy center on her lower abdomen. Rarien’s eyes widened as if they would burst.

“Now, tell me in detail what Benjamin did and how.”

“…Pardon?”

“What that bastard did to the Goddess, I mean.”

Asking her to tell him what Benjamin did in the novel. It was an outrageous proposal. Color drained from Rarien’s face.

When Rarien flinched, he smirked and pulled her skirt up over her thighs. As his touch reached her, her frozen ankles, round knees, and soft thighs heated up with a warm glow.

“Th-That’s… a bit…”

“Why not? I need to learn at least that much for you to look at me, don’t I?”

Rarien shook her head frantically.

“Can’t do it?”

This time, she nodded in the opposite direction.

Back and forth. She was already trapped. It was laughable how desperately she was trying to escape.

She would end up listening to him anyway. Because he would make it happen by any means necessary.

In any case, Nicholas’s intention to go easy on her completely disappeared as she was utterly dazed.

“Alright. Then I’ll read while watching you.”

As Nicholas lifted <A Night at the Immoral Temple> while pinning Rarien down, she flailed in shock.

“N-No!”

“Why, didn’t you say you’d study on your own?”

“That’s enough, give it here…!”

When Nicholas opened the book, everything went dark before her eyes. She should have just made up some mildly erotic words instead. The thought of going through that obsc*ne content in detail made her feel like dying of embarrassment.

“It’s too late, Rarien Claude.”

“Please!”

“That’s why you should have been obedient when I gave you the chance earlier. Let’s see…”

The scene marked by the bookmark happened to be exactly the one he wanted.

Calling himself the Goddess’s dog. This Benjamin bastard is quite likable.

Indeed, he was worthy of being loved. A very clever dog who knew his stuff.

He could understand why Rarien was so desperate for it. Nicholas smirked and pulled down her panties without hesitation.

“Benjamin muttered with a flushed face. Goddess, I am your faithful dog.”

“Ugh, huuh… stop…!”

“That’s not the line. You said you loved it. Did you read it properly?”

Regardless of Rarien’s flailing, Nicholas lifted her skirt up to her waist and spread her knees apart. Her p*ssy, drenched in love juices, was fully exposed.

The sweet scent wafted up like a ripe fruit with its flesh exposed, and Nicholas lightly licked his lower lip.

“You’re wet even though you say you don’t want it. We haven’t even kissed. What were you doing to get this wet?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you get wet just by looking at me?”

He hoped it was a reflex. That she would drip with p*ssy juice just by looking at him, just as he got hard just from her scent. It didn’t matter how much she dripped, he intended to lick it all up as soon as she spread her legs.