“No… of course not. It feels new every time I see it. Even now, honestly, you seem like a different person from who I first knew.”
That was sincere.
Who could have imagined that the dignified high priest would become such an unreasonable, spoiled person?
Nicholas’s language had become even dirtier than before. Now that he had stepped down from his position as High Priest, he seemed to have even fewer inhibitions.
Yes, honestly, the holy image of His Excellency that had seemed untouchable and worthy of a biography had long since disappeared.
“So do you not like me?”
But still.
This natural, unaffected presence before her…
Though he threw childish tantrums, this man whom she could touch and kiss whenever she reached out — she liked him much better this way.
“How could I? You’re my husband.”
Rarien answered with a bright smile, having reached her own conclusion.
“Those times were good too, but now is much better.”
“Then call me Nicki. Hmm?”
He wasn’t a child.
Nicholas, who used to extremely hate the nickname ‘Nicki’, had been completely insisting that Rarien call him by that nickname since their marriage.
“Alright. Nicki.”
Some might criticize it as cringe-worthy.
But she loved this legitimate yet intimate ticklishness of being in a relationship where they could do this now.
“If you love me, that is. Love my natural self too.”
Nicholas spoke pleadingly.
The dignified man who never seemed to have any shortcomings was now craving for her love just like a child.
He really had changed a lot.
Whenever Nicholas acted unreasonably like this, Rarien had to convince him properly.
“I love you. Of course I love you….. but loving you and drawing that… er*ect thing are separate issues, aren’t they?”
“No, when you want something, you will draw it, Rien. That’s why you drew my face in your diary when you were at the temple.”
Why is he bringing up that story again? She had drawn those in secret, but he went and peeked at them on his own. Rarien’s face flushed bright red.
“I honestly really liked that.”
“But that……”
Rarien recalled her ‘Nicholas Reinhart Collection’ that she had drawn.
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<The Sacred Collection of High Priest Nicholas Reinhart>
So if we list the titles in numerical order……
- Portrait of the Intellectual Nicholas Reinhart Concentrating on the Holy Scripture
- Sacred Side Profile of Nicholas Reinhart in Prayer
- Portrait of the Brilliant Nicholas Reinhart Preaching from the Podium
- Perfect Son of God, Nicholas Reinhart
And lastly, this one still hadn’t been titled. Among the five Nicholas Reinharts, it was the most erotic version
- Bust of the Sexually Aroused Nicholas Reinhart (Title Pending)
At the time, Rarien’s candidate titles were as follows
5-1. A Night of Pleasure with Nicki
5-2. Portrait of Nicki Drenched in Passion
5-3. Portrait of the Strong and Long-Lasting Nicki
In the end, she just worried about it and couldn’t decide. That was because all three were titles too indecent to even speak of, let alone think about alone.
And…
“Rien.”
Right in front of her, the ‘real Nicki’ was staring at her with exactly the ‘face from number 5’.
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Oh, dear Lord.
To think that His Excellency’s once purely sacred beauty could become so corrupted. Is this really okay?
Just from removing his priest robes…
She had to admit his face had become so erotic that merely looking at it aroused strange feelings.
While she was lost in appreciation, he approached with large strides. As he came closer with his rigidly er*ect c*ck about to pierce her, Rarien hesitated and stepped back.
Could he be excited while being angry?
He was not ordinary.
Perhaps because she was seeing it up close, it seemed even bigger than before. From its enormous size to its trembling angle, to the heat radiating from it. Despite having seen it countless times, it still felt threatening.
‘Oh my goodness. I knew he was a pervert. But he’s evolving into an even higher level of pervert.’
Rarien, as a normal person with common sense and reason, thought she could not possibly comprehend her pervert husband’s circuits of excitement.
“Portrait of Nicki When He’s Too Aroused to Control Himself.”
“What?”
“That’s probably exactly the expression I have right now.”
Crazy. Could he read minds? How did he know what she was thinking about?
Nicholas gave it an indecent title.
“It’s exactly the same as that one. Don’t think too hard about it, just draw it comfortably.”
“That one was just the upper body, but this is full body.”
“So?”
“You’re too e-er*ect, I can’t draw it.”
“Haah…”
Nicholas rubbed his face with his dry hands, letting out a long sigh as if feeling frustrated.
‘Was I too stubborn?’
Rarien felt somewhat guilty.
“But… what am I supposed to do when I really can’t draw it?”
She couldn’t even begin to try. Shehad never thought of herself as an artist. It was a different matter from maintaining artistic pride.
“So this is clearly…”
Realizing the nature of her feelings, Rarien closed her eyes and confessed,
“I don’t want to show it to other people. Nicki’s er*ect… thing is like a treasure that I want to keep just for myself!”
“Huh?”
“When I think about showing it to other people… it feels like you’re getting aroused for them, and that makes me uncomfortable. Of course, I know that’s not actually the case, but…”
A small smile spread across Nicholas’s lips.
“How cute.”
Rarien still reacts transparently when pushed even a little. Today she seemed quite flustered, her face turning bright red as she made excuses until she was almost out of breath.
This innocent pushover is now learning to be possessive and greedy for what’s his.
“You’re just too cute, my dear Rien.”
Nicholas mumbled contentedly.
“So you wanted to keep this precious thing all to yourself? How adorable.”
“Please stop calling me cute, that’s enough…”
“I don’t want to.”
How can he say such embarrassing things so well?
Even though it was mortifying to hear, it was also an enviable talent. Whether Rarien could lift her head or not, Nicholas kept pouring out affectionate words.
“Really, stop it. I’m not a child. Someone might judge us. It’s embarrassing.”
“Let them judge. You are my baby. What’s wrong with calling something cute when it is? What’s the problem?”
Who cares what they say, if I like it.
The previous Grand Duchess was a prime example. Nicholas was even criticized by his “son-obsessed” mother, whom he considered the most annoying person, for being excessive in his doting.
He had only stated facts, but to think he’d be labeled as such an embarrassing person even by the most dramatic person he knew. Nicholas felt quite shameless about this.
“Cute. My cute Rarien.”
“Oh, please…”
“If you don’t want to hear it, try being less cute.”
Well, when was she ever not cute?
It had been that way since the temple. She was cute when she scurried around with her small body managing busy schedules, and when she listened to sermons with sparkling, serious eyes. After getting pregnant, her belly became as big as a mountain, making her waddle. It was amazing how that small belly could contain them. When she nursed the twins, feeding them on both sides, it was so touching he almost cried.
Usually, just looking at her made him so happy…… he would smile for no reason.
“Cute.”
Cute, cute, cute……
My Rarien, my only Rarien Reinhart.
Nicholas continued to indulge in his own affection while watching Rarien, who was squirming in embarrassment.
“Rarien Reinhart.”
“……Yes?”
After putting in so much effort and work to give her this name, seeing her respond so naturally as if it had always been her name made him feel like he would go crazy with love again.
He made the right choice in marrying her.
Even though he had been so averse every time his mother urged him to marry, he regretted not doing it sooner, now that he knew it would be this wonderful.
Placing the cute name Rarien next to Reinhart filled his heart with satisfaction, as if he had written his name on what belonged to him.
Though he used to think of others as merely inferior and bothersome beings, even he was surprised by how much he had changed.
“Then could you draw it once this subsides?”
“Can it even subside?”
Rarien asked skeptically.
‘Come to think of it…… I think I’ve seen it er*ect far more times than not.’
His c*ck had been standing at attention since the first time she saw it.
“It might be possible if you help, Rien.”
“How?”
“It’s simple.”
When Rarien opened her eyes wide, Nicholas took her hand and made her grasp his c*ck.
It was burning hot and hard. The c*ck that she thought was already fully er*ect grew even bigger in her hand.
“See, it’s like this because of you, Rien.”
When Rarien reflexively tried to pull her hand away, startled by the unusual sensation, he instead firmly guided her hand from the base to the tip.
Veins rose like a net on the smooth p*nis, and she could feel it throbbing, pulsing.
The rosy gl*ns was visible, leaking clear fluid. When Nicholas made her press her thumb firmly against the urethra, it twitched once more violently, and prec*m oozed out heavily.
“Because of you, it’s filled with prec*m right up to the tip. You just need to keep stroking it until my c*ck dies down.”
He smirked wickedly while spreading that slick fluid around the gl*ns in circular motions.
Seeing him speak such dangerous words with an angelic face, he must surely be a demon.
“When you first saw this in the bathroom, Rien, aren’t you curious why I was rubbing it so desperately?”
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