“You’ve already made me so hard. Your body has become so lewd.”

As he twisted her pinched nipples harder, her moans grew louder.

“…Ah…”

Having repeated their nighttime trysts for several days, Idyllia had become quite accustomed to his caresses. Even his tormenting fingers could elicit pleasure from the faint pain. Unable to suppress the rising arousal within her, she shook her head in futile resistance. Silvio continued to knead her overflowing soft flesh as he pleased, letting out a contented sigh.

“These ample breasts of yours will quickly soothe my day’s fatigue.”

Judging by his interactions with his subordinates, Silvio seemed to openly enjoy pleasure. He had previously had no specific partner and had casually played with young and beautiful women. Now, there were no other women around him except Idyllia, but it seemed more like he was indulging in the game of corrupting a woman who was supposed to serve God, rather than being hung up on his first love. Perhaps it was due to a desire for some form of revenge against the Leveaux family.

“A woman who was supposed to become a nun wouldn’t fall just from having her breasts fondled, right?”

With these contrived words, his fingers, which had been playing with her petals, slipped inside her underwear.

“Ah, no…”

“My, my—you’re already wet.”

His theatrical tone made her blush deeply. His unrestrained fingers immediately traced her slit, using the slickness of her already overflowing juices to part her entrance.

“Did you get this wet just from having your nipples played with?”

He asked mockingly as he slid his fingers inside, moving them slowly back and forth within her narrow passage. The suggestive sound of her insides being stirred made her body lose strength rapidly.

“Ah… ah…”

Letting out sweet moans and biting down on her shame, she felt another finger slipping in. She gasped at the sensation.

“No, it’s too tight…”

When she tried to twist away, he grabbed her breast firmly to stop her.

“Relax. Let me pleasure you.”

His breath whispered against her earlobe, making it impossible to refuse. As his offering, she obediently leaned back against him, and soon his fingers began to rub gently at her weak spot behind her navel.

“Ah, no… there…!”

With just two fingers, he easily ignited Idyllia’s passion. The sharp sensitivity behind her navel, stroked by his fingertips, sent a strange sensation welling up in her belly, spreading a sweet numbness throughout. Knowing it was her weak spot, he meticulously focused on that area.

“Ah, no… don’t… not that…”

Begging with a shaking head, he responded with a smile.

“It seems to be saying ‘more’ here.”

Stimulated by his overlapping fingers, the surging pleasure made Idyllia’s hips jerk on his lap.

“Ah… ha…”

The obscene sound of her wetness echoed as she clenched tightly around his moving fingers, moaning lewdly.

“No… no…”

Silvio laughed softly at his lover’s erotic cries.

“Do you want me?”

The direct question whispered in her ear made Idyllia’s face turn red as she stammered. He pressed further.

“Say you want it.”

He pushed his lower body against her, and the feel of his hot, hard arousal against her buttocks made her gasp, tears of shame welling up as she nodded slightly.

“…I want… it…”

Responding in a faint voice, he directed her gaze to the tea table in front of them.

“Then get on it.”

The round table was just the right size for four people to have tea. Its decorative carved legs were gilded, and its top was inlaid with ivory marble. Stylish yet sturdy, it wouldn’t budge from the weight of one person. Silvio provocatively raised his chin.

“Get on it and show me where you want it.”

“…uh.”

Faced with the merciless command, Idyllia looked at her partner pleadingly. However, he just continued to gaze at her with a faint smile, showing no sign of leniency. With no other choice, Idyllia climbed off his lap and, as instructed, sat on the table while still wearing her dress. She then removed the drawers that Silvio had already partially taken off, lifted the skirt of her pomegranate-coloured dress, and spread her legs towards him. Exposing her most intimate part in this manner, while still clothed, was even more embarrassing than doing so naked. To make matters worse, her breasts were spilling out from the neckline. Silvio watched her struggle with the dizzying shame for a while, enjoying the sight. Eventually, he reached out, using his fingers to spread her swollen lips.

“Taught by me, you’ve become so lewdly beautiful in full bloom.”