I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 23

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Was this how the first woman felt when she tasted the forbidden fruit? The taste of depravity was sweet. Regret was unnecessary. Restraint was impossible. It was all because this woman’s body was too perfect. He was convinced that no chaste child of God could resist this hole.

The fluid flowing from her spring was neither too clear nor too sticky, always pleasantly moistening her inner walls. And the tightness? It was superb, rhythmically clenching down as if to chew his shaft to pieces before softening to embrace him. Though she seemed half out of her mind, it probably wasn’t intentional—a truly remarkable talent. When she reached her peak, a mad trembling transmitted through his entire length. Because of this, he had lost count of how many times they had come together.

He had always produced a large amount of s***n, a result of his training at the temple. But into her cave, he poured out an especially copious amount. The one who had held her first had likely been the same. He should have found the princess sooner and defiled her pure white flesh himself. Whenever the thought of being preempted crossed his mind, a fierce light gathered in his sinister eyes.

“Can you feel the divine energy seeping into you?”

“Ughh…”

“If you wish to be purified even a day sooner, it would be best to hold my seed deep inside you for as long as possible.”

He had e********d so much that every time he pushed his member deep inside, a stream of white fluid was forced out in the opposite direction. The excess seed that spilled out clung thickly to his t*******s and her pubic hair. Her perineum had long been smeared into a mess with his s***n.

‘Her eyes have completely rolled back.’

Ruasil looked down at Sylvia’s fluttering eyelids and smiled a bitter, pungent smile. So what if he was a step late? All that mattered was making her understand who owned this body now.

He leisurely enjoyed the Ritual of Purification until the sun began to tilt in the opposite direction. The woman lost consciousness intermittently, only to have her eyes flutter open again, unable to resist the pleasure wracking her body. Each time, he diligently reminded her of the joys of corruption. Ah, it was delightful.

But his crimson tongue was utterly deceitful.

“Do not mistake this for me feeling lust for you. There is no other way to drive out Kinamun than by purifying you with my c**k.”

“Hmp… Ghlp…”

Tears welled in her coral-colored eyes and streamed down her face. He pressed his lips to her reddened, swollen eyelids. Chk, chk. He could feel her shudder with each touch of his lips, but he didn’t care.

Soon, she would be stained by the pleasure he gave her, greeting him with a face full of ecstasy. When that time came, there would be no need for the gag in her mouth or the restraints on her hands.

A sinister smile, unbefitting his holy visage, deepened on his face.

***

“Ugh, ha…”

After several hours, the gag and the bonds on my arms were finally loosened. My mouth and jaw stung painfully. My tongue felt numb and refused to move properly. My arms, which had been wrenched behind my back for so long, were no different. It was painfully obvious I’d be suffering from muscle aches starting tomorrow. My limp limbs sprawled uselessly across the bed. Even the stamina-restoring potion Zeke had given me seemed to have had little effect.

Yet the man with the face of an angel, who had tormented me like a demon, looked utterly refreshed, as if he hadn’t done any physical labor at all. Staring at his impeccably composed face, a wave of bitter resentment surged within me.

The man, who had washed himself in the bathroom first, came out and wiped my body with a damp, scented cloth. He didn’t forget to add the nonsense that this was the final step of the purification ritual.

But I couldn’t even muster the energy to argue, let alone refuse his touch. The lingering aftershocks of climax still trembled throughout my entire body. It was all because of that terrifying holy water.

‘The effects of the Holy Water last for exactly one hundred days.’

‘Therefore, it would be best for you to spend these hundred days with the mindset of training, purifying your body even further.’

In summary, it meant my body would be plagued by extreme sensitivity for the next hundred days. That lunatic Ruasil. I was beginning to understand why Sylvia had been so afraid of him.

If Kallist was openly insane, then Ruasil was insanely refined. In terms of sheer depravity, Ruasil was on another level. The fact that he engaged in his perversions under the guise of ‘purification’ in broad daylight was proof enough.

With the face of utter purity, as if he knew nothing of worldly desires, Ruasil meticulously cleaned my naked body. His touch was dripping with lewd intent, yet resisting was impossible. As he wiped between my legs with a fresh towel, he whispered softly.

“Retaining the blessing inside would be most effective for purification, but don’t worry. I will return tomorrow to bestow it upon you again.”

“Hgk…”