“Priest, have you seen my friend who came with me?”

Vivien had filled two carts before noticing Rael’s absence. She had been planning to go to the dining hall soon and was now searching everywhere for her missing friend.

“Ah, that devotee…”

The priest, who had been directing students to the dining hall, searched his memory.

“She left in a hurry earlier.”

“What? Suddenly? She didn’t even tell me.”

“She looked quite unwell. She was sweating and her face was flushed, possibly from a fever.”

Vivien was confused—Rael had been perfectly fine that morning, and now she was suddenly ill.

“Thank you for letting me know.”

She felt uneasy, wondering if she’d made a mistake bringing someone who wasn’t feeling well.

* * *

At that moment, Rael’s situation was indeed as concerning as Vivien feared.

Even after reaching a climax in the infirmary doing something too embarrassing to mention, the heat in her body refused to subside.

“Hnng.”

Even after returning to the dormitory, she couldn’t control her feverish body and could only lie in bed clutching the sheets. Her shallow breathing was unstable, and her fingertips trembled pitifully. Now a burning pain, like fire searing between her legs, had begun. She had no idea what else to do, and tears of frustration leaked from her eyes.

“Hnn…”

The mysterious fire continued to consume Rael. Like flames spreading quickly through dry branches, it eagerly burned through her entire body. She felt she might turn to ashes at any moment.

Now she had exhausted even the energy needed to try to suppress the heat and could do nothing. Rael buried her face in her pillow, tears streaming down. Her hazy consciousness was pulled into a dark mire.

‘Cool.’

Something cool traced her nape and moved down along her spine. The painful heat was disappearing. It was someone’s hand—firm yet gentle.

The clothes she had fallen asleep in were somehow removed without her knowing when. The faint questions that arose quickly vanished.

This was a dream. Rael immediately recognized it as such from the strange atmosphere and sense of displacement.

She quickly adapted to the dream. If this was just a dream, it didn’t matter what happened. She hoped the hand that had reached her waist would continue downward to the source of the fire.

‘More…’

Touch me more.

Rael was pleading. Her vision was completely dark, and she didn’t know who these hands belonged to, but she didn’t care who it was as long as they freed her from this torment.

‘Mmh.’

Another hand cupped her br*ast. A cool breeze seemed to blow behind her back before someone’s skin touched hers. The body was so firm and cool that had it not been for the hands diligently exploring her skin, she might have thought she was pressed against a wall.

‘So cool.’

‘Just cool?’

A low voice with a gentle resonance. Like conversing in a cave.

‘No. It feels good.’

The cool touch surveying her body was immensely satisfying. So much that she didn’t notice how the hand was gradually changing from gentle to insistent.

When the man’s hand lightly brushed the center of her br*ast, her body jolted. But it was still far from enough to satisfy her.

‘Ah…’

A gasp of satisfaction escaped when the man’s hand fully grasped her br*ast.

The hand that had been circling her waist moved downward. Following her navel, pressing firmly along her skin and creating a path, the hand naturally parted the closed seam at the top.

‘Mmm.’

When she trembled at that sensitive sensation, the hand caressing her br*ast firmly squeezed her mound, drawing her attention away from below. Her mind was overwhelmed from both directions.

Thick fingers slowly stroked the protruding bud.

‘Haah.’

Just from that slight stimulation of that small part, warm fluid pooled and leaked from her inner walls. The man’s hands moved slowly and precisely, caressing her like a work of art.

The finger that had been teasing her entrance pressed firmly on her bud before sliding downward. Already slick with wetness, the finger moved smoothly. Then it naturally pushed its tip into the heat-radiating opening.

‘Aah…’

Feeling the foreign object, her lower abdomen tensed involuntarily. Fluid flowed from the slightly opened entrance, wetting her thighs.

‘You seem quite desperate.’

‘Ah…ahh…’

The finger was slowly parting her inner walls. A pleasant coolness spread through that heated place.

Her inner walls welcomed the finger, clinging to it desperately. Her lower region was already beyond wet, with fluids flowing freely.

‘You’re dripping wet.’

There was no need to remove his finger to check. She was wet enough for fluid to flow down his hand. Anyone looking would think she had wet herself.

The finger digging into Rael’s inner walls, expanding its territory, twisted inside. Stars burst in Rael’s darkened vision.

She wondered how she could be this aroused, how her sensations could escalate this much. Was this what intimacy between men and women was always like? She had heard that pain often exceeded pleasure, but Rael was now so ecstatic she wouldn’t be surprised if her brain melted. And this was just from a single finger.

‘Hnn…’

The fingers increased from one to two. She had to swallow the animalistic cry that threatened to escape her lips.

‘Haah, ah, it hurts… uh, mmh.’

‘Should I take them out then?’

When the fingers slowly scraped her inner walls, moving outward, Rael unconsciously grabbed his arm with both hands. She didn’t want these fingers to leave her.

A gentle laugh rumbled against her nape. It sounded like the purring laughter of a beast.

‘You like the pain?’

‘Ha… just, mmh… right now…’

Right now, she desperately needed these fingers. These large, firm hands that were like blessed rain cooling her heat.

‘How cute.’

She couldn’t hear what the man was saying. She just wanted him to move quickly.

‘Ahh…!’

The fingers began moving faster, responding to her thoughts. As they brushed her walls, stirred her folds, and twisted, Rael’s head tilted further back. The wet, squelching sounds heightened her arousal.

When the thumb supporting his hand stimulated her bud, she felt she might go mad. Her tightly closed eyes trembled.

‘Ahh, w-wait… s-slower…ah…ahh.’

Her hands, which had been firmly holding his arm, now tried to restrain his movements.

Her limbs curled and pressure built up. Tears welled up at the feeling that she might lose control.

‘Ah… hah!’

When her n*pple was suddenly pinched hard, her body tensed. Rael’s lower region contracted intensely, but the man forcibly spread the narrowed passage. Through the delicate walls, she could feel each joint of his firm fingers.

The man continued moving his hand. Squelching sounds poured out endlessly. The lewdly wet sounds whipped up her excitement. Rael shook her head as the pleasure became increasingly unbearable.

‘Mmh… ah!’

As he thrust faster and harder, Rael’s body, which had barely been holding on, finally collapsed. Fluid spurted up and her womanhood convulsed. The pleasure made her limbs tremble.

Rael went limp, completely surrendering her body to this unknown partner in her dream. Strong arms supported her. His fingers were still slowly stroking her convulsing inner walls.

‘Your face looks beautiful when you come.’

‘Haah…’

‘Makes me want to make you cry out more.’

When his fingers withdrew from the passage, fluid dripped down her thighs.

‘Want to taste?’

The man held his fingers before Rael’s eyes, crossing his middle and ring fingers. The thin but viscous fluid stretched like a spider’s web before dripping to the floor.

Rael looked at it through blurry eyes and shook her head. Heat rose to her already flushed face. Even in a dream, this was too humiliating. The man smiled and brought his hand to his own mouth.

Hearing a sucking sound from behind, Rael was horrified. What was he eating?

‘So, was it fun?’

The man whispered in her ear in a low voice. As the pain that had felt like death subsided, she became curious about his identity. What did the man she conjured in her dreams look like? But she lacked the strength to turn around.

‘Hmm? Senior.’

Her languid eyes suddenly snapped open.

Senior?

* * *

“Ugh!”

At that moment, Rael woke from her dream. Opening her eyes wide, she found herself in her room exactly as she had fallen asleep. Goosebumps covered her body from the aftereffects of the dream. She quickly checked herself and found she was still wearing the clothes she had slept in.

However, Rael’s situation below wasn’t good. The bedsheet was damp with wetness. And she knew without difficulty that the fluid had come from her.

“W-what on earth…”

Rael buried her face in her hands.

“Why…”

Now she thought she knew who “he” in the dream was.

Why, of all people, did she have to have such a lewd dream about that guy? For a long time, she couldn’t lift her face due to the indescribable shame.

* * *

Spin… thud.

In a dark room, Rubellan sat expressionless with his chin resting on his hand. Purple smoke floated around his body, and a sweet scent permeated the room. His other fingers moved, spinning a coin on the armrest—a meaningless fidget.

[What are you doing?]

It was Joseph who interrupted his deep thoughts. Rubellan slowly turned his eyes, then returned them to their original position.

“Thinking.”

[What thoughts are so deep that you didn’t notice my arrival?]

Joseph flew frantically before Rubellan’s eyes.

“Whether to kill or spare.”

[Eek? Who are you talking about? Me?]

Rubellan smirked at Joseph’s panicked reaction.

“Not you.”

[Don’t tell me you mean that human?]

Joseph was not unaware of Rael’s existence. It wasn’t difficult to guess that she was the subject of his Demon King’s contemplation.

“I strangely feel an appetite.”

[You, feeling an appetite? Even a passing dog would laugh at that…]

Rubellan’s brow twitched slightly at Joseph’s unfiltered comment. The perceptive Joseph closed his mouth and rolled his eyes.

Joseph was right. Demons don’t feel hunger.

This feeling was closer to thirst than hunger. Especially when looking at that fair nape, he wanted to bite into it with sharp teeth and quench his thirst greedily. If he did so, would that fragile body grow cold?

[Why worry about such things? Why not just flip a coin?]

To Joseph, this wasn’t a serious issue. For demons, taking a human life was as insignificant as swatting a fly.

At Joseph’s words, Rubellan’s gaze shifted to the coin spinning at his fingertips.

[Heads you spare her, tails you just slice her up!]

His voice was far too cheerful for words dealing with life and death. Rubellan picked up the coin and tapped it on the armrest.

A coin.

His lowered eyelashes closed and opened. Soon, the corner of his mouth twisted upward. Simultaneously, his hand moved. Rubellan flicked the coin resting on his index finger with his thumb.

The coin spun in the air before landing on his hand with a thud.

[…Oh dear.]

Joseph let out a disappointed sigh as he looked at the fallen coin.

[That human really has bad luck.]

It was tails.