The Pious Priest's Sinful Collection - Chapter 21
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Honestly, Daphne thought Theodore Valentino’s saying that she was under the devil’s influence and needed to be exorcised was just an excuse.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so eager to pierce her inner walls with the cxck he’d taken from her as soon as he’d caught her mxstxrbating in the shed.
The problem was, that’s all it was.
Theodore Valentino, who had promised to perform the ritual, was true to his word and only took off her own clothes. For his own part, he only rolled up his sleeves.
Which meant that he would never let his bulging pxnxs out, even as it looked as if it were straining against his cassock.
Like right now.
“Take it off.”
“Huh?”
Just a few minutes ago, Daphne had been doing what she always did — going over financial statements and planning the next quarter’s budget in Cardinal Theodore’s office.
Of course, she wasn’t just sitting there working on the budget. From where she was seated, if she lifted her gaze diagonally, she could see Theodore Valentino, standing with his back to the office window.
Sitting upright and diligently attending to his cardinal duties, he looked so serious that it made sneaking glances at him oddly enjoyable.
Bathed in the afternoon sunlight streaming behind him, he looked like an archangel cloaked in divine radiance.
The perfectly fitted black cassock wrapped around his broad shoulders and gracefully firm waistline, and in those moments, she would forget he was a cardinal and simply stare in a daze.
The large hand holding the quill pen moved with gentle precision. Though fair and smooth, his knuckles were quite callused. They said that in his younger days, as a form of discipline, he used to tend a garden himself. The veins that stood out on the back of his hand contrasted with his refined face, emphasizing his masculinity all the more.
‘That’s the same hand that stirred my insides…’
What was actually thrust inside her was her darling imitation phallus, but it was Theodore Valentino who held and moved it in and out.
‘What was he thinking at that time?’
The way he held his pen now, gliding it slowly and speeding up to the point that the veins on the back of his hand throbbed ─ it resembled how he moved that night.
She wondered what those fingers would taste like in her mouth.
Daphne had been staring blankly at the veins pulsing on the back of his hand, but when that hand stopped moving, he looked up.
—Smack.
‘Ack.’
She hastily looked away. The weight of his gaze on her profile stung. She had to wrap this up quickly. As she buried her nose in the documents again, a deep voice echoed through the quiet office.
“Is it difficult?”
“Wh—what?”
“If there’s anything you’re struggling with, let me know. I’ll help.”
Daphne stared at him with her mouth slightly open, dazed, before snapping back to her senses.
“Ah, no. It’s fine. I just need a bit more time.”
“…Is that so?”
“Yes.”
As she nodded, Theodore Valentino’s gaze shifted — subtle but intense. Almost obsessive. Daphne swallowed dryly, again and again.
‘Did he catch me? Was I staring for too long?’
What would she even say if he asked why she was looking? Because your hands are pretty? She could already imagine how that’d go. He’d scold her for not having learned her lesson after that incident, tell her she needed to repent again. And then she’d be hauled off to solitary confinement…
“I understand. Just hold on a little longer.”
His unexpected words made her blink, and the haze in her mind cleared all at once. Daphne caught herself before letting out a sigh of relief.
‘So… he didn’t catch me staring?’
Still, the guilt clung to her. She had been looking for the wrong reasons. Shaking it off, Daphne checked the time and returned her focus to the budget draft.
After reviewing her work, she handed it to Theodore Valentino for inspection. He offered her rare praise, and then had her stand in front of the bookshelf.
“Take it off.”
Trapped between Theodore and the shelves, Daphne blinked in confusion.
“Your Eminence…? What exactly should I be taking off…?”
“I’m asking you to take off your lower garments.”
Theodore’s golden eyes swept slowly over her clerical robe, all while maintaining a composed, serene smile.
“We’re beginning the exorcism now.”
