11. Sweet and Dangerous

“Is this all the documentation related to budget execution?”

In the office of the high priest, set up in the annex of the Southern Temple, Nicholas asked in an indifferent tone while flipping through documents at his desk.

“Yes, we’ve allocated the budget starting with the most urgent matters for now.”

“Hmm.”

Despite it being an ambitiously prepared business plan, Nicholas Reinhart, the final decision-maker, seemed somewhat uninterested.

Nicholas’s usually gentle eyebrows twitched slightly. Simultaneously, his voice tone lowered subtly. Even this minor change worried the bishop who had come to get approval for the budget use.

From the perspective of the Southern Temple, located in a relatively remote area compared to others, it wasn’t easy to find a heavyweight sponsor like Nicholas Reinhart.

The nobles in the southern region were mostly lords governing small territories. Their ability to manage funds was on a completely different scale from Reinhart, who had imperial blood. Thus, Nicholas Reinhart’s sponsorship was a precious, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Southern Temple.

If he hadn’t been a high priest, he wouldn’t have considered reviving such a backward regional temple. After all, this sponsorship was based purely on ‘Nicholas Reinhart’s personal faith’ rather than ‘Reinhart’s practical aspects,’ so they had to be cautious.

Due to last year’s poor harvest, the Southern Temple’s balance was nearly depleted. If they were to lose the sponsorship now by somehow displeasing Nicholas Reinhart, it would be problematic even to hold the imminent harvest festival.

Why isn’t he saying anything?

The tense bishop swallowed hard and asked.

“Your Excellency, is there perhaps any problem…?”

“I think the repair of the Southern Altar will need an inspection first.”

“Yes, it happens to be a ritual day soon. It would be an immense honor if you could attend with us, though it might be troublesome for you.”

Though speaking as carefully as possible while reading the atmosphere, it was naturally the right place for him to go. As both a sponsor and a high-ranking priest from the central, it would make a beautiful picture for him to attend together.

Nicholas knew this too. Since he was spending a large sum anyway, it would be easier to manipulate things if he clearly showed his influence. That’s why he suggested the inspection first. Of course, the sole reason for all these actions was ‘Rarien Claude’.

The time he spent alone with Rarien Claude in the annex was immensely satisfying. So much so that the large amount of sponsorship money spent on the Southern Temple didn’t feel wasted at all. If he had stayed in the Central Temple, there would have been too many eyes watching, making it impossible to indulge like this.

Our clever Rien. Thanks to her running away to this remote place at just the right timing, we’ve created a paradise unknown to anyone. I can’t help but bite and suck her every time I see her, she’s so admirable.

“Well, that’s fine. I heard the Southern Altar is near the coastal cliffs. Is the path there very rugged?”

“Yes, the altar needs to be close to the sky, and that’s the highest elevation in the south. Due to the rough path and safety concerns, only the senior priests participating in the ritual are allowed access among the clergy.”

“…Then I can’t take her there.”

“Pardon?”

The bishop was startled by the muttered words and asked again.

“It’s nothing.”

Nicholas’s gaze briefly flickered downward before fixing back on the documents.

Sigh. Nicholas exhaled softly. Is something bothering him? The bishop’s heart sank at the sound of his sigh. While watching with a prayerful mind, he dipped his quill in ink. Then he began signing without hesitation.

Finally, it’s done. Just as he thought it was a great relief.

Clank–!

Suddenly, a teacup brushed against Nicholas’s arm, spilling tea onto the documents.

Oh no, on the already completed documents! The bishop’s face turned pale.

“Your Excellency, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“Ah, it’s fine. It was cold anyway. I’ll take care of it, so don’t worry and continue with your work.”

Seeing Nicholas respond so nonchalantly, the bishop flustered and made a fuss.

“I’ll bring something to wipe it with first. At least this…”

“I said it’s fine.”

A strange light flashed in his eyes as he looked at the bishop trying to wipe it even with his hat.

The bishop, sensing a brief moment of killing intent, hesitated and stepped back. Nicholas then smiled gently as if nothing had happened.

“It must have been a document you worked hard on. I was careless. I’m sorry.”

“Not at all. It’s not like you did it on purpose.”

“As if I would do such a thing on purpose.”

Did I see wrong earlier? His attitude was generous and relaxed.

The bishop thought he must have imagined it, being too tense and scared for a moment.

“Since I’ve reviewed it, I think it’s best to sign right away. Could you bring the documents again?”

“Ah, yes! I’ll prepare them again right away.”

As Nicholas gently requested, the bishop’s tense face relaxed a bit.

The bishop bowed politely and quickly left the room.

Since he showed a somewhat indifferent reaction at first, it would be best to get approval quickly before he changes his mind.

As soon as the door closed with a click, Nicholas’s lips curved into a slant. His gaze, which had been following the closing door, turned back under the desk.

“Were you surprised?”

And he gently caressed the cheek of the woman kneeling between his legs, whimpering.

Her mouth was full of his massive c*ck.

“I’m sorry. When I said I couldn’t take you, I got irritated for a moment.”

Even as he confessed that he did it on purpose, he didn’t seem to think much of it.

“If we go there, we won’t see each other for almost ten days. That’s why I acted out a bit.”

Since he was annoying the person spending money, it was right to pay this much of a price.

The difficult journey was one thing, but having to leave Rarien behind was the worst of the worst.

“Are you scared?”

Rarien shook her head again. Despite saying no, her eyes were full of fear.

She was gripping the c*ck shaft with both hands, swallowing the tip until her cheeks bulged, and clumsily moving, slurp, slurp.

“Your eyes are brimming with tears, how can you be okay?”

Her mouth was so small that she couldn’t move properly while sucking tightly. And yet she was trying to suck. It was ridiculous.

Seeing her pitiful state, Nicholas’s eyes curved even more gently.

Where did she learn this nonsense? Nicholas thought he should throw away that <A Night at the Immoral Temple> or whatever it was.

He cupped her wet cheeks and smudged the tear tracks with his fingertips. Her once soft cheeks were now mottled with blush and moisture.

“Or are you excited about possibly getting caught? My baby cries when she’s excited, right?”

Rarien furrowed her brow, seeming wronged, and shook her head once more.

Saliva flowed from between her lips that were engulfing the p*nis, wetting from the base of the c*ck to the t*sticles. She skillfully raised the tip of her tongue to tickle from the frenulum under the gl*ns to the urethra, sucking slurp slurp to prevent more saliva from flowing.

Tsup, jjuk, as she swallowed the p*nis to the back of her throat with wet sounds, she choked, suffocating. Physiological tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her sucking skills were poor, but that pitiful appearance led Nicholas to ecstasy once again.

“Haa, f*ck…”

He growled lowly, breathing heavily with excitement.

Soon after, he felt his heated groin stiffen with extreme sensation. With the feeling of s*men filling to the tip of his urethra, his large c*ck twitched reflexively. He pulled out hurriedly, but the timing was late.

White s*men shot onto Rarien’s face. On her flushed cheeks, round nose tip, long eyelashes, and even her quivering lips. It was quite a sight, splattered messily.

As the pungent male scent wafted strongly, Rarien blinked slowly.

It was an innocent, unknowing face. The feeling of having defiled such a harmless woman. That sense of blasphemy excited Nicholas even more. He felt his p*nis, which had just finished ej*culating, half-rising again.

“I, I’m fi-fine…”

So kind-hearted. She was crying just now. Even with a face that looked like she might cry again at any moment. She seemed to be considerate, worried that he might feel embarrassed about his mistake.

That’s not it. Sadly, that was entirely a ‘Rarien Claude-style speculation’.

“I’m sorry. That I made such a pretty face… covered in cum like this, without feeling the slightest bit of remorse.”

Chup, Nicholas pressed his lips firmly against Rarien’s lips where drops of s*men had splattered.

“I’m quite the bastard, aren’t I?”

And not just any ordinary bastard. He was an ill-mannered bastard who would brazenly ej*culate on the face of a goddess.

“Our innocent, gullible Rarien.”

“Huuh…”

“So cute.”

He bent down to kiss her softly while pretending to wipe off the s*men on her face, smearing it around. He was thoroughly satisfied with her appearance, completely covered in his essence on her makeup-free face.

“Get up and sit quickly. Your legs must hurt.”