It was a marvelous sight every time he saw it. So every time he saw it, he had exactly the same thought.

Such a tiny thing with such big t*ts. Every thrust made the ripe flesh bounce up and down. Her n*pples, once light pink, had now turned deep red from being sucked and licked for so long. She would probably whine about them being sore when he flicked them with his fingertips, having sucked them to the point of swelling, but even that was welcome because it was a mark he had made.

Nicholas grabbed Rarien’s br*asts with both hands and kneaded them thoroughly. The soft sensation that squeezed between his fingers was addictive, making him grip them tightly as if wringing them out.

“Ahng, ah, aah!”

Thud thud, thud thud thud thud, the pace of his thrusts gradually increased. With each repetition of his p*nis plunging into and out of the muddy depths, Rarien’s cries grew louder and louder.

He thought about slowing down a bit, but seeing her eyes brimming with tears made him want to make her cry even more. His heart raced.

To dare to seduce and corrupt a high priest. Rarien Claude was surely bound for hell.

But that didn’t matter. If she went to hell, he would follow her there.

As he said earlier, if he could do this all day, hell might be better than heaven.

No, is there even a separate hell?

That one month when Rarien Claude left was hell for Nicholas. He tried copying thick scriptures, praying and fasting all night, and even preaching across the country, but it was all in vain.

He didn’t want to define this emotion he was feeling right now in one go. It could just be a passing fever, or it could be a flame that won’t easily extinguish. It seemed inadequate to define it merely as longing, and too premature to define it as love.

But he couldn’t deny that it was, above all, a strong attraction.

To the point where he didn’t care even if everything burned up in the flames and only ashes remained.

Nicholas fumbled like a child wanting to grasp a flame, knowing it would be hot.

So, Rarien Claude.

You too must lust for me to an unbearable degree.

As his thoughts reached that point, what little patience he had left vanished into thin air.

Nicholas gripped Rarien’s slender ankle and changed the angle of penetration. Seeing her tremble as soon as he thrust in, it seemed he had aimed correctly.

“Ahk, hnn, ah… Mmng, s-stop…!”

Rarien twisted her hips, unable to contain the overflowing excitement.

“Rarien Claude. You said you like me.”

“Mmng, ahnn, ah! I-it tickles, hnn.”

“Then trust me and endure it a little longer.”

“Hic, huh, mmng.”

Nicholas placed Rarien’s legs on his shoulders and thrust down like he was stamping it. Her heated inner walls clung to his flesh pillar, convulsing frantically. The way she pushed against his c*ck while simultaneously gripping it tightly nearly drove Nicholas out of his mind.

Nicholas placed Rarien’s legs on his shoulders and thrust downwards. Her heated inner walls clung to his flesh pillar, convulsing frantically. Simultaneously pushing against and gripping his c*ck, Nicholas was on the verge of losing his mind.

Perhaps due to the accumulated stimulation from persistent penetration, Nicholas’s hips, which had been holding firm, began to tremble incessantly.

“Haa.”

“Aaahng!”

With a long moan, Nicholas, unable to contain his excitement, collapsed onto Rarien. His c*ck was buried so deep it felt like even his t*sticles might be pulled in. Every time his c*ck twitched and released seed inside, it dangerously felt like being sucked into a quagmire.

Even though Rarien was gasping for breath like a small animal crushed under a large rock, Nicholas showed no mercy, squeezing out and pouring in every last drop.

“euuh, huh…”

Rarien, who had been hiccupping, started to whimper. It was still the same. Her habit of crying like a child when excited.

“Shh. You’ll pass out.”

“Hic, sob.”

Nicholas flipped their bodies without pulling out from their connected g*nitals. He laid Rarien on his chest and patted her back gently.

“You, you must be hea- hic, vy…”

“You’re light. How can you say that after enduring my weight on top of you just now?”

Even while convulsively hiccupping, she seemed worried about being heavy, fidgeting and unable to lie comfortably. Nicholas hugged her tightly to help her settle comfortably.

Heavy, right. He’d need to increase her meal portions while she was with him. Except for her br*asts and b*ttocks, there was hardly any flesh to speak of.

Despite his comfort, Rarien couldn’t stop hiccupping for a long time.

“Want some water?”

She shook her head. Still being cheeky, just moving her head.

“Want a kiss?”

She nodded. That’s why she was even more adorable.

She’s saying she’s not a baby, but she’s completely like one. Nicholas gently kissed Rarien’s sweat-soaked forehead.

“You should stop now.”

“I, I just, hic, can’t help it… Huuh.”

“It’s okay, Rien. Let’s breathe slowly. Okay?”

Rarien was lying on Nicholas’s broad chest, trying to steady her breathing. Come to think of it, when she first saw this chest, she had an idle thought of wanting to be held and cry. Now that dream was coming true.

Isn’t this the best? Rarien grinned with tears still in her eyes.

“Crying and then smiling?”

“Just… because I’m happy. Hehe.”

“Rien, you’re not normal either, are you?”

Nicholas gently stroked her head, and she nuzzled her cheek against his firm chest like a spoiled child. It was warm and reassuring.

…Is this okay?

The affection being poured intensively towards her still felt surreal, but not unpleasant.

Knock knock–.

Rarien’s eyes widened when she suddenly heard a knocking sound.

“Rarien, are you in there?”

Oh my goodness. It was the voice of that meddlesome nun from next door.

Having lost her senses and moaned, it seems the sounds of their lovemaking had leaked out.

This is crazy, absolutely crazy. As that thought hit her, everything went black before her eyes.

“Rarien, is something wrong? I came by your room to drop off the holy scripture and… I heard you sobbing at the door. Are you okay? Are you sick?”

Knock knock, knock knock knock–.

Despite hearing no answer, the knocking continued.

What should we do?

Rarien mouthed to Nicholas. It seemed only Rarien was in a desperate situation. Nicholas was just smiling as if it wasn’t his problem.

“I-I’m fine! Nothing’s wrong!”

Rarien shouted urgently. At that moment, their eyes met. Oh goodness, I shouldn’t have looked. His golden eyes curved mischievously, and he started thrusting his hips up, thump, thump.

“Ahng, hng…!”

Reflexively, Rarien let out a moan due to the large m*mber piercing her from below.

She quickly covered her mouth, but it seemed some of the sound had escaped. Rarien’s face turned ashen.

She tried to struggle away from him, but with his strong arms wrapped around her upper body and his continuous thrusting, she couldn’t gather her wits.

“This won’t do, I’m coming in to help!”

“N-No… Ahng!”

Oh please. No.

Click–

The sound of the doorknob turning made her heart stop. Cruelly, Nicholas Reinhart didn’t stop his thrusting even until that very moment. Her mind went blank.

Oh my. Venerable Mother Goddess, Arne. I’m so embarrassed I could die, please send me straight to hell.

To be secretly having s*x in the holy temple in broad daylight. Even if the Goddess Arne didn’t punish them, if caught like this, they might be handed over to the heresy inquisitors for the sin of being consumed by lust.

Rarien squeezed her eyes shut.

Click, click–!

The sound of the doorknob turning futilely kept ringing in her ears.

Is this a dream? Rarien cautiously opened her eyes. The door she thought would open any second was still firmly closed. Dumbfounded, she looked at Nicholas.

“I locked it beforehand.”

Nicholas whispered mischievously.

“I had this in mind from the moment I entered this room.”

Thanks to that, we’re saved. Can’t even scold him. Whether Rarien glared at him with teary eyes or not, Nicholas focused solely on penetration.

Bang bang bang-! Bang bang bang bang-!

“Rarien!”

She was a kind friend, but lacking in tact. Worried about her colleague trapped in her own room, it seemed she might go crazy and call someone to break down the door if this continued.

“I-I’m fine! I was just crying a little!”

“You were crying? Are you hurt anywhere?”

Rarien made up excuses on the spot, but the nun next door was truly persistent.

“No! I’m just em-embarrassed, so please don’t come in. I hate, hic, sh-showing others when I cry. Please… I’m begging you.”

“Alright, Rarien. Did His Excellency bully you?”

His Excellency was indeed bullying her. He was still bullying her now, thrusting.

Still, she didn’t want things to escalate.

“Ah, it’s just… I’m clumsy with my work. It’s my fault, so I’m crying from self-loathing. Because it’s embarrassing… please, hic, keep it a secret.”

“Okay. Let me know if you need me. I’m always on your side, Rarien.”

“Thank you! Hic, hmph!”

They say it’s a position everyone envies. But it’s not easy at all.

Clicking her tongue at Rarien’s sobbing, the nun from next door muttered something, hugged the holy scripture to her chest, and left the corridor.