Taking advantage of this moment, his wicked hand slipped inside Rarien’s panties. He scooped up the love juices from her entrance and smeared them on her cl*toris, causing Rarien to swallow a groan of surprise.

It was urgent. If the stimulation became too strong, it would be harder to suppress her voice.

She tried desperately to close her knees, but it was useless. The more she struggled, the deeper his fingertips dug in, teasing and circling her cl*toris. Even when she tried to escape, her panties kept Nicholas’s hand pressed against her p*ssy.

As the stimulation built up layer by layer, her waist bent inward, her chin lifted, and her tightly closed lips parted.

“You don’t like me putting my hand inside your panties?”

He asked softly, and Rarien nodded. Her reddened eyes were brimming with tears.

She cries when scared, and she cries when she’s excited.

The more she disliked it, the more he wanted to do it. He felt no guilt in making this fragile woman cry so easily, only pleasure. When he saw her lips quivering with excitement, his blood boiled, making his whole body tremble. Perhaps it was the blood of a demon, not a god.

“I understand. Then I’ll just look.”

Nicholas seemed to withdraw his hand from inside her panties, but instead pulled them down.

And he dropped the removed panties on the floor with a thud.

“Just show me how wet you are.”

Demons were naturally skilled at deception. Enough to manipulate naive contractors at will.

“Please relax and make yourself comfortable.”

He suddenly raised his voice after whispering. It would sound like encouragement to the confessor behind the wall, but it was actually an order to the woman in the mirror.

“This is my first confession, so I’m a bit nervous… I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to relax.”

His soft lips repeatedly whispered against her stiff neck.

“Could you guide me on how to proceed?”

“There’s no specific format for confession. Do you see the mirror in front?”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

“At first, just look at your reflection there…”

He spread Rarien’s legs wide, forming an M-shape. Then he hooked her knees over his arms to prevent her from closing them.

Her widely opened p*ssy was clearly reflected in the mirror.

“…and stare intently.”

He kissed Rarien’s cheek as she turned her head away in embarrassment, fixing her gaze forward.

As a result, Rarien had no choice but to see every detail of herself reflected in the mirror. Nicholas spread apart the soft, pink flesh like flower petals, revealing the reddish inner flesh. It was an excessively erotic scene rather than a simply pretty sight.

“Then you’ll see the lump of passion pooled deep inside.”

Every time her v*gina gaped open like a flower heavy with nectar, a strong scent wafted out. Thick love juices flowed down to her b*ttocks, staining Nicholas’s clothes.

When he lifted not only her l*bia but also the hood covering her cl*toris, a bright red bead like a pomegranate seed was exposed. Nicholas’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“Then you just need to honestly reveal what’s squirming inside.”

Without even touching it. Just the cool air touching the hidden sensitive spot caused the swollen bead to twitch on its own. It was an erotic sight that made her whole body heat up just from looking.

“That is your desire, your sin, and your truth.”

Nicholas seemed excited by Rarien’s p*ssy too, as hot breath scattered on the back of her neck.

“Uncover that squirming thing yourself.”

He pulled Rarien’s hand and overlapped it with his own. Then he used her fingertips to lift the skin of her cl*toris.

“…and gently caress it.”

He made her rub it firmly. Rarien squirmed, not knowing what to do with this mischievous gesture. The more she did, the more persistent Nicholas’s touch became, using Rarien’s hand to stimulate her cl*toris.

“That’s what confession is. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand well, Your Excellency.”

“Then look in the mirror and focus on yourself for a moment.”

When Nicholas commanded with his cheek pressed against hers, Rarien had no choice but to focus on her reflection in the mirror. Legs spread wide open in front of the mirror, exposing her bright red inner flesh, dripping wet.

“Even if you look dirty or lewd to yourself. Accept it as the truth.”

He whispered softly, as if imprinting that image.

It was hard to deny even to herself. Once she started looking, she couldn’t take her eyes off. Without even realizing how shameful it was. She felt like she had become a female in heat, shamelessly exposing her g*nitals.

“There’s no need to be ashamed of your appearance. The merciful Lord will caress even that.”

Nicholas savored Rarien’s delicate shock as he pinched and rubbed the hood of her cl*toris, and pressed the inside with his fingerprints. Her cl*toris had swollen to its limit, lifting its own skin to reveal the dark red bead.

He sandwiched it between his fingers and shook his wrist, causing Rarien to writhe and curl up. Her vaginal opening was constantly puckering, swallowing air. If he inserted his fingers here, the sticky inner walls would cling and squirm.

Rarien needed to know how overwhelming that sensation was.

“When you delve into your own inner self.”

Nicholas held Rarien’s index finger and rubbed it around her vaginal opening before sliding it in.

“You’ll find a paradise flowing with milk and honey.”

As soon as it entered, the pooled love juices flowed down her finger.

She had inserted a p*nis or dildos before, but it was her first time putting her own finger in. It felt strange. Hot, wet, and also puckering, like it was sucking it.

Rarien felt the sensation of the squirming inner walls as she slowly pushed up into the wet inside. As her finger plunged all the way in and then pulled out again, Nicholas added her middle finger. It felt like every joint of her fingers was throbbing with each contraction of the inner walls.

Squelch, squelch. As she repeated the insertion, more love juices seemed to leak out, making the wet friction sounds gradually louder.

Nicholas also used his index and middle fingers to lick and nibble at Rarien’s cl*toris.

“Huuh, huh…”

Rarien breathed heavily, forgetting to be embarrassed by the stimulation inside and out. Already panting and it’s just the beginning. Nicholas turned Rarien’s head and devoured her lips, diligently intertwining their tongues.

“Your Excellency, I am lusting after a woman I should not desire. I confess the sin of lust.”

After hesitating for a long time, the confessor confessed his sin.

Now it was time to ask Rarien for advice for appropriate empathy and consideration.

“What should I say?”

Nicholas whispered in her ear after separating their lips.

“Hah…”

“Hah?”

“Uh, ha… it must have been, ha, hard for you.”

“You must have been in a lot of pain for a while.”

As soon as she gave the answer, Nicholas skillfully used it.

“What else?”

“A little more, ahh, in detail…”

“If it’s not too intrusive, could you tell me a bit more about the details?”

And he asked an additional question to pretend to show interest.

“She came from very far away.”

A woman who shouldn’t be desired yet came from very far away.

It was an ominous combination, but Nicholas tried to treat it as insignificant.

“I am desiring a woman who walks the path of God.”

“…I see.”

Of course, he just tried, it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to care.

Oblivious Rarien Claude.

She didn’t even realize it’s about her.

She continues to fiddle inside herself as instructed. Sometimes he thought she was unnecessarily obedient, but knowing that addictive sensation from inside, he also felt it couldn’t be helped.

“When she was handing out towels at the training ground. She personally gave me ointment after seeing the bruise on my arm.”

It was indeed like Rarien Claude. She was a woman who couldn’t ignore people in trouble due to her personality.

“Even though she looked just like a living saint, I… had very dirty dreams about her every night.”

Rarien Claude should know too.

That it’s precisely that kindness that sometimes makes her prey to dirty humans.

He pulled Rarien’s hand out of her p*ssy and sucked the love juices off her fingers, leaving nothing behind.

Her p*ssy, now empty, was still gaping and begging for insertion as if unsatisfied.

“Is her name… Rarien Claude by any chance?”

“What?”

Their eyes met as soon as he finished speaking. She only notices when told directly.

Confession was about confessing as much as the confessor could, not an interrogation. Nicholas deliberately committed this rudeness because he wanted to let Rarien know the situation she was in.

“I thought I might be able to give proper advice if you explained in more detail. Of course, if you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to say.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t know her name well… but I heard she was transferred. She has a gentle impression with very fair skin, and eyes as fresh as new leaves. Especially when she smiles, she’s as pretty as an angel.”

“That’s right. That’s Rarien Claude.”

Seeing her eyes, as fresh as new leaves, darting back and forth, Nicholas drove the point home.