“…Please don’t say that…”

Feeling the nectar seeping from her swollen, reddened petals in such a situation, her cheeks burned with embarrassment. He pushed his two fingers, which had been inside her earlier, back in.

“Ah…”

“More. I’ll stretch this place with my fingers until it becomes mine, so you’ll get wet just by seeing my face.”

With the same fingers buried inside her, he began to softly stimulate the same spot as before.

“Ah… nn…”

As she furrowed her brows at the sweet, rising pleasure, he provocatively stared at Idyllia and brought his face closer. Then, he extended his tongue and licked the erect bud in the middle from the base.

“Ah…!”

Idyllia let out a particularly high-pitched moan and trembled all over. The sensation was both sticky and sharp, piercing through her entire body, making her hands, which were supporting her, lose strength. As she shook her head in agony, his strong tongue continued to toy with the bud, pressing down on it slickly.

“Ah… ah…”

The depths of her lower belly ached with a sweet burn, and her inner thighs quivered. Her drenched petals twitched lewdly, tightening around his fingers that squirmed inside. Silvio, his lips wet with her nectar, smiled in satisfaction and continued to firmly stimulate the weak spot within her tightening honey pot with his fingers.

“No… fingers… stop…!”

With the harsh stimulation both inside and out, tears streamed from Idyllia’s wide-open eyes.

“Silvio, please… forgive me… forgive me… ah… ah…!”

“I’ll make sure you can never think of becoming a nun again.”

“Ah, no… ah, please… forgive me… ah, no… ah…!”

As his tongue teased the core that responded even to the slightest touch, the overwhelming pleasure sparked through her, making her body jerk like a fish. Lost in the intense joy, she wagged her hips like a puppy, whining. The sight of her writhing in pleasure seemed to satisfy him greatly.

“How does it feel to squirm with a man’s head between your legs? It’s a privilege of women who live in the secular world.”

“Ah, no… ah… no more… ah… no…”

“Say ‘lick me more’ and I’ll stop.”

He continued to torment the core with his thick yet agile tongue, speaking cheerfully.

“Come on, say it.”

Encouraged by his upward gaze, Idyllia responded through her sobs.

“…Lick me more…”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Please… lick there more… ah!?”

Even though she did as she was told, Silvio’s treatment was merciless. He sank his teeth into the swollen, erect bud within her soaked petals, making Idyllia’s entire body tense up.

“Ah! No, don’t bite…!”

Caught in the deep, sharp swamp of pleasure, she tossed her hair wildly and panted loudly. Her lower body quivered violently, repeatedly reaching light climaxes.

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Idyllia, her strength drained from her arms, writhed left and right on the table, overwhelmed by the waves of immense joy that washed over her one after another. Yet, even as she moaned and lost herself, a sadness tightened her chest. She was painfully aware of her feelings for him and the difference between her emotions and his actions, which saw her only as an object of his desire. She had never been with another man, so she didn’t know much, but his way of loving her didn’t seem like that of a lover. She felt everything, even the touch of his hair on her inner thighs, because she cared for him. But to Silvio, she was just another woman among many he had held, only someone to satisfy his desires.

(Silvio…)

Realising the disparity in their feelings, Idyllia desperately chased after pleasure as he firmly gripped her hips and began sucking on her erect clitoris with a slurping sound.

“Ah, ah, no! Don’t suck there…!”

Her legs, dancing to the tune of his hot tongue, seemed to melt with pleasure. Lost in the bliss, she couldn’t think of anything else. The sensation climbed rapidly to its peak, tightening around the fingers inside her and bringing her to a full climax.

“Ahh…!”

Just as she reached the peak, Silvio bit gently on her swollen clitoris, making her lose consciousness for a moment. But in the next instant, as he sucked hard on her tense nub, she was forced back to reality.

“Ah! No… I’ll go crazy…!”

Her hips shook exaggeratedly as the pleasure continued, her fingers still inside her. Enduring the overwhelming waves of pleasure, she cried and sobbed.

“No more… no…”

Of course, there was a reason for his meticulous and sweet torment. Looking down at the panting, exhausted Idyllia on the table, Silvio raised his hand to his eye level.

“Look at this. Do you think you can return to a life of modesty?”

The nectar dripped and strung between his deliberately spread fingers.