Lure in the Box - Chapter 0
Sianne’s body was pulled as if being dragged, then pushed away again.
With a thud, her back hit the wall. The man’s arm draped above her head, pressing against the wall.
He acted impulsively because of his own excitement. He pulled her in forcefully, then slowly pushed her away as if showing distance. He grabbed and shook her recklessly until she finally reached out to him.
“It hurts.”
When she murmured in complaint, the man provocatively slid his knee between her legs. As she tried to avoid him by scurrying, the man’s upper body, which gave them some distance before, collapsed towards her.
She hurriedly lifted her arms and pushed against his chest that was pressing close. Beneath her palms, she could feel his thin shirt, his hard muscles underneath, and his rising body temperature.
As he quietly breathed in, his expanding chest pressed firmly against her palms.
Sianne tightly shut her eyes. The sensation in her hands shook her composure. Her breathing quickened, and she bit her lip. She didn’t want to feel anything s****l, but it approached her uncontrollably.
“Hmm?” The man’s voice, tinged with amusement, resonated quietly as if testing her.
She couldn’t give in here.
Sianne looked down, and her shoulders hunched, struggling to get as far away from him as possible.
The more she did, the more she could feel his presence closing in, as if mocking her. He lowered his head until their cheeks were almost touching.
Hoo, the breath he intentionally let out scattered near her ear. Her mouth went dry, and her face flushed.
His faint warm breath tickled her ear. As her body shivered at the light tease, even feeling the slight moisture that came from it, he pressed his lower body against her and moved closer.
His frighteningly aroused lower body pressed against her stomach.
The mere contact made her mind go blank.
Sianne quickly recited a prayer in her mind. ‘God, do not let your servant be swayed by such trivial temptations…’
“Sister.”
He whispered that dizzying title as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth.
Startled by the heavy pressure, Sianne’s eyes flew open.
That swelling of his intimidating size was slowly moving up and down over her. From her lower abdomen to her belly button, and under her sternum, it roamed across her body.
‘Ah, ah.’ A moan almost escaped her. Every time he pressed against her like that, a sharp pull came from her core, as if a fire had been ignited inside.
As he grinded his hips, the white priest robe draped over his shoulder slid down his back.
Sianne’s eyes followed the priest’s robe as it fell to the floor. The person with the bulge moving over her stomach came clearly to her mind.
This is insane.
She could clearly feel his impure intention of wearing the priest robe just for appearance. As if the voice in her head said, ‘If you just strip away one layer of conscience, there won’t be anything holding you back.’
Her palms touching him, the space between her legs, and her belly button area all burned up.
Sianne shook her head vigorously. She shouldn’t get caught up in this. She gave it her all, arms trembling as she desperately pushed him away. His upper body, which had collapsed onto her, retreated slightly. However, his lower body, still pressing threateningly against her stomach, remained.
“What about your vow of chastity as a priest…?”
“I don’t care.”
“Aktarakion!”
Sianne looked up, her eyes flashing. The man’s handsome face tilted as he looked down at her, shamelessly undoing his pants buckle.
“I’m serving something for you to eat.”
He smoothly slid out his belt.
“You should open your mouth.”
He leaned in close, lowering his head deeply.
Maybe he was the devil’s incarnation, created beautifully to shake weak believers.
Because the man’s appearance was so striking, Sianne hurriedly closed her eyes. She didn’t want to be shaken.
“Stop it. No matter what you do, I…”
“Or should I open first?”
Open what?
Sianne instinctively opened her tightly shut eyes in resistance. The man with a softened, almost smiling expression filled her vision. Temptation was right before her.
“Want to suck it?”
“…What?”
‘Ah, I shouldn’t have asked. I shouldn’t be curious.’ But she ended up swayed by the temptation.
He grinned, then opened his lips and stuck out his tongue. The moist, red flesh, like a ripe fruit, dried up her breath.
‘Bite it. Then it’ll make you feel good.’
His unwanted voice echoed in her head, softly yet persistently trying to brainwash her. Tempting her.
He was trying to make her fail, to lose in the end, and to finally submit to him.
‘Open and swallow.’
His low voice repeatedly shook her mind.
Sianne’s lips trembled as she exhaled. Her breathing began to grow erratic.
She resented herself for being drawn into this obvious temptation, even though she knew his intention.
‘Just open your mouth.’
He still had his tongue out as his voice trickled into her mind in a more familiar tone.
She wanted to give in. Her purpose was fading, and her weak mind was wavering on the brink of surrendering to temptation.
Slowly, her lips parted. His head tilted and moved closer. His tongue touched the opening of her lips.
Ah.
Please.
That…
“St-!”
With difficulty, she shouted and woke up from the dream.
Sianne let out a long sigh, rubbing her face with both hands. Her forehead was damp with cold sweat.
For days now, she’d been tormented by this kind of dream. And it’s all about the high priest of the temple. A man bound by a vow of chastity. She’s dreaming of all sorts of sins because of him!
“Stop it!”
She shouted, screaming in frustration as she was sitting up in bed. Even though he couldn’t hear her, she yelled out anyway.
Knock, knock, knock.
At that awkward moment, someone knocked at the door.
Sianne glanced nervously at it.
“Who is it…?”
“The High Priest is calling for you.”
It’s for the usual summons.
Sianne washed up and tidied her appearance before visiting the High Priest’s office. Truthfully, she didn’t want to go, but she couldn’t avoid his summons in the temple.
Knock, knock. She knocked twice and opened the door.
And there he was, the man from her shameful dream.
“Did you have a good dream, Sister?”
Unlike his seductive voice from her dream, his morning greeting was fresh and polite. Yet, he chose strange words to say, as if recalling last night.
Sianne flinched and paused in her steps, then slowly walked into the office.
He greeted her with a neat smile, looking like a devout believer. The buttons of his white priest robe were fastened all the way to his neck, and a golden sash was wrapped around him, emphasizing his chastity. As if the lustful dream Sianne had last night had nothing to do with him.
“Stop it.”
The words she had shouted in her room slipped out in front of him.
He smiled slyly, his eyes squinting as he did.
“What did I do in your dream?”
“You know everything.”
“I really don’t.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re the one making me dream about it!”
“Oh, am I?”
He chuckled softly, as if he had heard an amusing joke, and stood up from his chair.
While Sianne looked at him with caution, he slowly walked around his chair and sat on the edge of the desk. He leaned his upper body back slightly and spread his legs loosely. His white robe draped between his thighs as he met her gaze with a dangerous smile.
“Did I tempt you like this?”
He threw out the words provocatively and began undoing the buttons of his priest robe that were fastened up to his neck.
Click, click. The buttons came undone, and the sash slid off. His adam’s apple appeared, followed by his smooth neckline, and then his collarbone began to show.
Is this still a dream?
Sianne opened her mouth slightly but then shook her head vigorously.
“Is it not like this?”
He asked, his hand, which had been undoing the buttons, paused.
“Then how did I do it?”
“…”
“Show me.”
His previously neat voice turned into the same one from her dream. He was tempting her. Sianne swallowed dryly.
“I’m all ears.”
He was smiling even more lewdly than in the dream.
As if inviting her to fall straight into hell.
