The Pious Priest's Sinful Collection - Chapter 22 🔞
“…Here?”
“No one can enter the office without my permission.”
As Daphne turned toward the doorway, Theodore put his hand on her waist. The touch tickled her.
“No matter what I do, Sister, you are to behave yourself. Do you understand?“
“…Yes.”
Daphne replied, glancing at the large hand rubbing her a**. The way he touched her was akin to how pxvxrted scoundrels groped women, and yet she didn’t know why his expression was so reverent. She thought they’d do it somewhere hidden like last time, but to think he’d choose a place where someone could walk in at any moment.
But that was precisely why Daphne was trembling beneath him.
The fact that she was about to do such an indecent act in the office of a cardinal who was supposed to be pious made her feel strangely immoral.
Her lower stomach clenched, and a trickle of juices leaked from her pxssy. She couldn’t believe her own body’s reaction.
‘Is this why he told me I needed to be exorcised?’
Daphne had been unable to mxstxrbate satisfactorily since having her imitation phallus taken away. So in her moments of self-pleasure, she instead thought about the strength of Cardinal Theodore’s arms. She kept having wet dreams, replaying that instant she reached climax from the force of his fierce thrusting.
Since that day, Daphne had reached a point where she could not get pleasure just from touching herself alone. But she couldn’t bring herself to admit something like that.
Theodore Valentino insisted that she was cursed by the devil and had to be cured, but if he even found out that she was hornier than she was before, he may be finally forced to fulfill his duty as a cardinal.
‘But how could anyone not feel that way after seeing those eyes?’
He looked at everyone else with composed eyes, yet when he looked at her, they burned with such intensity. How could she possibly ignore that?
‘If only I knew what he was thinking, it’d be easier to deal with.’
He wasted no time telling her to undress, but he never revealed a single glimpse of his own body. It made Daphne feel somewhat resentful.
But she was worried that if she asked him to do such a thing, he would accuse her of being a whxre. And if she disobeyed his orders, she was afraid she would be punished.
‘I suppose in this situation there’s only one thing I can do.’
She had no choice but to make a show of not wanting it.
Even though every inch of her body was burning hot with desire.
Daphne pretended to hesitate and lifted the hem of her skirt. She didn’t forget to shake her fingertips slightly — as if to signal that she was showing her bare legs because she had no choice.
Soon, her thin calves were visible under her gray priest’s robe. Looking at the white-socked legs, Theodore began to roll up his sleeves.
“Higher,” he ordered with a more serious expression.
“…”
Higher? Even though she lifted it enough to show her knees, she still needed to raise it higher?
Daphne blushed and pulled the hem of her skirt up until her underwear was visible. Then Theodore knelt down and grabbed her thighs.
‘Wh-what? Why is he on his knees?’
Now that there was no dxldo, she half-thought he would use his fingers instead.
Suddenly looking down at the top of his head, Daphne instinctively closed her legs and tried to push him away. But Theodore was faster.
He pushed aside Daphne’s exposed underwear.
Startled, Daphne couldn’t help but stumble backward. But with her back to the bookcase, there was no escape.
“Now, wait…!”
“Hold still.”
Narrowing his eyes, Theodore stared at the sight of apricot-colored lxbia peeking through her dark brown pxbic hair.
Unlike her full head of hair, her bush was thinner underneath, and he could still see her moistened entrance throbbing.
Theodore clicked his tongue.
“What a horribly powerful curse. I haven’t even touched it yet, and it’s already so wet.”
She could see his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed at the obscene sight. Sensing danger in his reaction, she tried to pull her hips away. But Theodore stuck his tongue out, grabbing onto her bxttxcks as he pulled her closer to his mouth.
“…Hah!”
Daphne hurriedly clamped her hand over her mouth. Holy Father, did he just lick under me?
