I Ended Up Saving the Duke Who Was Meant to Die - Chapter 5.9🔞
“Irene, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for your return. It felt empty and strange without you who always followed me.”
“I didn’t expect to leave the temple because of marriage. I’m grateful to High Priest Michaelo for allowing it.”
Michaelo smiled faintly. As always, he showed a gentle smile and maintained a relaxed attitude. But being in the same room with him, even on the same bed, made me uncomfortable.
“Since I used a bit of power, could I rest for a while? I’m tired.”
“Of course. You must be exhausted.”
At that moment, a hand was placed on my forehead. Just as I started feeling uncomfortable with the suddenly close distance, he tilted his head and leaned in. As the memory of that day overlapped with the narrowing distance, I jerked my body backward. He spoke without changing his expression.
“It’s fortunate you don’t have a fever.”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Irene. You seem uncomfortable with me. Is that man Severus more comfortable now?”
“…Because the Duke is my husband. Of course, physical contact makes us feel closer.”
“You’ve become close enough not to mind others seeing. But Irene, if that’s the case, couldn’t you do it with me too, not just him?”
“…Do what?”
“What I taught you, and even what I couldn’t teach.”
Michaelo suddenly interlocked his fingers and pressed his body close. After being momentarily startled by his actions, I came to my senses and stared at Michaelo with cold eyes.
“I can’t do that with anyone but Severus. I won’t betray my husband. High Priest, didn’t you tell me not to betray my side?”
“That was when you were on my side. Yes, Irene. Aren’t you on my side? So…”
Michaelo closed the gap perilously, his face drawing so near that our lips nearly touched. I blinked while watching his approaching face. Just before contact, I turned my head to the side.
“No, this is different from that. Even if we’re on the same side, I don’t want to do such things with Michaelo. It’s filthy and disgusting.”
“……”
“Please remain as the figure I look up to. I don’t want to be disappointed.”
The strength left his hands that were holding mine. He soon gave a small smile and gently stroked my hair.
“Your feelings for me are admiration, then what feelings do you have for your husband?”
“I believe we both share the same feelings.”
“I see. If that’s what you say, then so be it. But Irene, don’t forget. You belong to the temple.”
Michaelo then told me to rest and left the room. With the tension gone, I stared at where he had left for a while before turning my head.
How much time had passed?
I carefully left the room. The corridor was quiet, probably because night had fallen and the priests had retired to their rooms.
I slowly surveyed the surroundings to check for any hidden spaces in the temple. When I occasionally met a priest, I made the excuse that I was taking a walk because I couldn’t sleep.
Fortunately, perhaps because I handled it naturally, the priest didn’t suspect anything and went on their way. As I was heading toward the central building, I stopped at the faint light visible at the far end.
Carefully approaching that place, I held my breath and looked inside through the slightly open door. Michaelo was standing there, and priestesses were visible before him. They were kneeling before him.
The problem was that they all had red hair.
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Michaelo stroked the hair of the priestess who was taking his member in their mouth. No one could compare to Irene’s hair. The thin thread-like strands scattered softly in his hands, and the red hair that cascaded down to her waist in waves was like a carpet.
When he brushed the hair to the side, a slender neckline appeared. Just touching it with his fingertips was so soft, it felt exactly like touching silk.
Michaelo freely imagined Irene. From her neckline to her shoulders, and then to her gathered br*asts. What would it feel like to soil that place with his seed? Just thinking about it made his body excited with pleasure.
Blood rushed to his lower body as he imagined her flushed cheeks, her plump lips, and the sight of her sucking and biting his g*nitals.
Her cheeks would bulge every time his member moved in and out of her filled mouth.
The Duke would see that lovely sight every day. If he had thought she would be taken by another, he wouldn’t have been so careful with her. Regret washed over him. It seemed Irene had given her heart to the Duke.
He had confidently told the Crown Prince that Irene wouldn’t betray him, but he had been thoroughly fooled. Just watching how the two of them looked at each other made his blood boil. Who would have thought the day would come when another man would be reflected in Irene’s eyes?
“Hng, mmph.”
The woman let out a labored breath. Tears welled up in her eyes as if taking it in her mouth was too much. Even though she couldn’t properly take it, she continued sucking on just the tip without spitting it out.
Every time hot breath wrapped around his sh*ft, pleasant pleasure spread gradually throughout his body. However, he couldn’t go further than that. If he could just finish, it wouldn’t feel this filthy.
Michaelo couldn’t feel pleasure with anyone other than Irene. For that reason, he had made them wear wigs to at least imitate her appearance.
If they sucked too well, it wouldn’t feel like Irene and wouldn’t *rouse him, but if they were too bad, it wouldn’t excite him either. Fortunately, this priestess wasn’t that terrible.
“Ha.”
Even so, since it wasn’t Irene, he wasn’t very aroused. It was devastating that he could no longer see Irene’s face as she desperately sought his approval and wanted to do anything for him. If he had taken away her power and oppressed her from the beginning, she wouldn’t have been able to escape his grasp.
It was his fault for underestimating Irene, who had lived confined in the temple knowing nothing.
The child who seemed like she would stay by his side forever now had someone else reflected in her eyes.
If he could devour and ravage those sweet lips as he pleased, suck and knead her br*asts, and follow her soft skin down with his hands to spread her legs, her wet womanhood would be quivering. If he could thrust his member in right then and feel like he possessed everything, it would be incomparable to any other ecstasy.
Just imagining her moaning with that clear, transparent voice made him feel like he would finish. Even just the thought made his pr*c*m leak.
He felt like he would go crazy with the desire to possess her. Well-grown Irene had fair skin, and her perky br*asts were tempting. Even clothes couldn’t hide that. Michaelo had violated her countless times in his mind. Whether she was sleeping, eating, or whatever she was doing, he imagined thrusting his member into Irene’s hole and grinding against her in his thoughts.
“Ungh.”
Feeling a sudden urge to climax, Michaelo grabbed the woman’s hair tightly and moved his hips quickly.
‘Ah, Irene. If I could have you just once.’
He should have brainwashed her when she still trusted him. That she should be with him, that all of this was for her sake. If he had, it would be Irene looking up at him while holding his member now.
“Kuhek, kek!”
Slurp slurp. The sucking force grew stronger. Michaelo frowned irritably at the priestess who was hastily sucking and craving him. His aroused body quickly cooled. Even as she wrapped her tongue gently and sucked strongly on his member, he wasn’t moved.
With no feeling of climax, the boring time continued.
‘Irene, I should have taken you.’
Michaelo lowered his head and messed up the red hair. Though it reminded him of Irene, perhaps because it wasn’t her, he wasn’t excited.
Unable to suppress his rising anger, he grabbed the back of the head of the priestess who was sucking while holding his sh*ft. Then he mercilessly thrust his member into her throat repeatedly. Pressing down firmly with his hand to prevent retreat, he moved his hips quickly while holding the head of the priestess who was trembling and struggling to breathe.
“Gulp.”
Even so, she couldn’t reach his end easily. Finally, the exhausted priestess’s body went limp. Michaelo threw her them aside by the hair as if discarding baggage.
With a thud, the priestess who fell to the floor spoke while breathing weakly.
“Pl-please. Put Michaelo’s thing in me. Hng, I can do well. I also…”
“Tch.”
His still unreleased member stood stiffly *rect and throbbed. Seeing the saliva splattered on the pure white priestess robes, he reluctantly undressed them.
And naturally, the person beside him knelt before Michaelo and carefully grasped his member. As she stuck out her tongue and gently caressed it like licking ice cream, he exhaled roughly and grabbed her hair to pull away the priestess who was holding his member.
“Turn around.”
At his words, the priestess immediately lifted her skirt and bent at the waist. Not wearing any underwear, her womanhood was clearly exposed. Thinking of Irene, he thrust his member into the hole at once.
“Haahng! Michaelo, aah!”
The priestess moaned with an ecstatic face as if receiving salvation. From behind, he grabbed her br*asts while thrusting his member in and raised his hips.
“Irene, Irene.”
If only he could touch those soft br*asts like this. He imagined licking Irene’s skin and shaking his member inside her lovely hole. Others’ holy power was negligible compared to hers.
“Irene von Clementine.”
Michaelo explored the priestess’s body with an expressionless face. He intended to make her completely his, leaving no strength remaining, to take everything away.
T/N: I’m at a loss for words… that was disturbing on so many levels. ⊙︿⊙
