Chapter 112
She shut her eyes tightly.
This wasn’t in the plan.
Quies!!
Oh my, I didn’t know either! But now that it’s come to this, just enjoy it!
A hazy image of Quies flashed through her mind—giggling, playfully tapping her head, and sticking out her tongue.
That little rascal would absolutely say something like that.
Rager’s expression was one of embarrassment, but he was not shocked by her words. He had already sensed it himself.
It was just that, having lived his entire life as a clergyman, he had no idea how to go about this ‘act’ in a concrete manner.
“If… you are willing… Please. Let us proceed with the contract. I wish to do it.”
Saying so, he pulled her hand toward him.
With a soft thud, her delicate, supple body collapsed onto him. His ears turned bright red. Never in his life had he imagined himself in such a lewd situation.
Yet, urgency gnawed at him. The sweet scent emanating from her made his mind hazy.
Instinctively, he buried his nose in Roina’s nape.
However, beyond that, he was unable to act, merely blushing as he hesitated.
His arousal was already pressing against the fabric, straining to break free.
“I-I must confess… this is my first time.”
Teach me. I will learn.
His voice gradually grew weaker. His breath, ragged and shallow, hinted at his growing excitement.
Roina, too, was burning with uncontrollable heat.
A being who had long served as a magical familiar was naturally preparing itself for the contract.
She understood that this was an act of sealing a contract—but taking a man’s purity for the first time filled her with deep guilt.
Yet if she hesitated, he would die.
She could not afford to waver.
Roina took a deep breath and steeled her resolve.
‘This is merely an act to save a life. A duty to preserve existence.’
First, she unfastened the buttons of his uniform, which had been tightly done up to the top.
The urgency of the situation meant she didn’t care if the fabric tore slightly.
She then guided his hands to rest atop her own clothes.
Only now did he realize that they needed to remove their garments, and his awkward, inexperienced fingers fumbled to undo them.
It was the first time in his life he had committed such an indecent act, and it left him torn with inner conflict.
But Roina, having resolved to save him, hesitated no longer.
Before long, the pristine white robes of the priest were undone, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles and broad chest.
Overcome with shame and guilt, he hunched his body.
This was the temple where he had spent his entire life in devotion—yet here, in this sacred place, he was about to break his vows.
It felt unreal.
But no matter how much he wished otherwise, the setting would not change.
Roina did not stop at his upper garments; she pulled down his waistband as well.
His arousal, fully hardened, sprang free the moment the fabric was lowered.
Her fingertips brushed against his shaft.
“Nngh… hhk.”
He neither rejected Roina’s touch nor assisted her, merely raising his hands awkwardly as he gazed at her with flushed eyes.
‘This is… a little more than I expected…’
It was stimulating.
A Holy Knight who had lived his entire life in chastity—now stripped beneath her, engulfed by desire, looking up at her.
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