The One Who Doesn't Find Me Disgusting #3
The dull thud of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the shadowed alcove outside the banquet hall, accompanied by breathless moans.
“Ah, hah… Priest. Ahh!”
“Haa… Priest, that feels so good. Ngh, it feels too good.”
Despite having been a virgin only moments ago, she now craved pleasure with shameless hunger.
Heat surged from below, and he spilled his hot seed deep inside her.
“Ah, aah!”
When he released her, her body trembled violently before collapsing to the floor. Thick fluid leaked from between her legs.
“……I’ve always imagined this happening with you, Priest. And now it really….”
The maid whispered in ecstasy.
“Same here.”
“Really…?”
“Yes. You’ve been on my mind for a while, Mia.”
At those words, the maid’s face froze. Her lips parted in shock, then she suddenly burst into tears.
Had something displeased her?
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
He reached out to wrap an arm around her shoulder, but she shoved his hand away with a sob.
In a trembling voice, she answered.
“My name is Bella, Priest.”
Oh. Right.
It was one of Emil’s bad habits—he rarely bothered remembering the names of those he’d already used.
But what did it matter? He’d already planted his seed. Whether her name was Bella or Mia made no difference.
“Ah. It seems I mixed up your name.”
“……Who is Mia?”
“No one. It’s late. You should head back. Get dressed.”
He tossed her clothes aside and left.
The maid remained there for a long time, sobbing, before finally dressing and disappearing into the darkness.
“Tsk.”
He clicked his tongue without thinking.
Occasional escapades like this weren’t bad. The cleanup afterward was simply tiresome.
There were far too many women in the world who dreamed of lifelong love after a single night in bed.
At least Lady Cately is the best of them. She has plenty of money, after all….
As he walked while thinking such thoughts, a sudden scent tickled his nose.
It was a fragrance he felt he had smelled somewhere before.
An overwhelmingly sweet aroma….
“……Hmm.”
Drawn by the scent, he followed it until he found a girl standing beyond the shadows.
There was something striking about her.
Most women in Iredain had brown, dark brown, or black hair paired with equally dark eyes. Yet this girl had vivid red hair styled in elegant curls and eyes so bright a blue they seemed almost translucent.
But what truly captured attention was her gaze.
Could blue eyes truly be that dark?
The girl stared back at Emil with eyes as dull and lifeless as a corpse.
Had there been such a child in Iredain? A girl this distinctive should have remained in his memory….
“You. Are you a priest?”
“And who might you be, my lady?”
He reflexively returned her abrupt question. The girl pointed out coldly, her expression blank.
“I asked first. Don’t answer a question with another question. Don’t you know any manners?”
What a bold little lady.
“My apologies… Yes, as you said, I am a priest. My name is Emil. Now, would you kindly answer my question?”
Instead of replying, the red-haired girl simply stared at him for a long moment before speaking.
“Disappear.”
“Pardon?”
“Get away from my side. Leave Iredain and never return. Make sure I never see you again.”
Her venomous attitude left him stunned.
Just whose daughter was she to behave so rudely?
“What exactly do you—”
“Lady Leni!”
Lady Leni?
When he turned, a maid came rushing out from inside the castle and began urging the red-haired girl.
“Lady Leni, why are you out here? The lord is looking for you. Please return to the banquet hall at once.”
The girl called Leni gave a blank nod and began walking away.
The lord was looking for her? So she was Alon’s daughter? He hadn’t known Daisy had a sister.
“……Leni, was it.”
He muttered the name unconsciously.
Even after the girl left, the sweet lingering scent clung to the air for a long time.
That night, he entwined with her not in some secret corner of the castle, but in Cately’s bedroom.
Lord Alon had drunk himself into a deep sleep in another room. Cately, claiming exhaustion from the banquet, had ordered all the servants to stay far away from her chambers.
“No one will disturb us now. Come quickly. Make me yours…”
Cately took Emil’s hand and led him to the bed, whispering those words. And he did exactly as she wished.
“Haa… Ahh!”
The bed that should have held only her husband was now warmed by another man’s heat. That very fact seemed to excite Cately even more.
Her insides burned hotter and clenched tighter than usual, and climax came swiftly.
“Hngh, aah!”
Even after their coupling ended, she refused to let him pull out. She clung to him with his length still buried inside her.
“Ah… That was incredible, Emil.”
“I feel the same.”
When he buried his face in her hair, the scent of orange blossoms rose to greet him.
It wasn’t particularly enchanting, but he offered the expected compliment.
“You smell wonderful, my lady.”
“Do I?”
She smiled, clearly pleased that he had noticed. It seemed she wanted to be treated like a lover tonight.
Then he would oblige.
He pulled her into his arms, whispering silly jokes into her ear as they talked.
Cately laughed often in his embrace, and sometimes she would press her face against his chest and listen quietly to his words.
“By the way, I saw your daughter earlier.”
“You mean Daisy? I know. I was there too.”
“No. I mean your other daughter.”
Cately looked puzzled.
“Other daughter? I only have Daisy.”
“Pardon? Then who was that young lady? I clearly heard one of the castle maids call her Lady Leni.”
At that, Cately’s face hardened instantly.
Had he said something wrong?
“Oh, it seems I was mistaken.”
“Ah, no. It’s not that, Emil…”
She quickly composed herself and explained.
That red-haired girl—Leni—had been brought to the castle one day by Alon. To put it simply and crudely…
“She’s a bastard.”
Cately spoke with clear contempt in her voice.
It wasn’t unusual for a lord to have illegitimate children. In fact, it was perfectly natural.
Cately didn’t particularly mind that part.
What she could not tolerate was that several years ago, Alon Ricgard had brought this red-haired girl into the household, declared her his daughter, and announced he would treat her exactly the same as his legitimate daughter Daisy.
“That man clearly wanted to humiliate me. He brought some nameless whore’s daughter here and made her his own. He’s saying my worth is no different from a whore’s.”
“Why would Lord Alon do such a thing?”
“You wouldn’t understand. Even before we were married, he was always carrying around other women.”
Cately spoke with rising anger.
“If it had been just one or two whores, I wouldn’t have cared. But that man… one day he brought a dark-skinned whore from Quere into our bedroom and suggested the three of us do it together. I told him to go to the stable and fuck a black goat instead. I said there wasn’t much difference since it was just as black. He cursed at me and slapped me across the face.”
As she spoke, a single tear slid down her cheek.
What was he supposed to say? Emil’s role was that of a lover, not a marriage counselor.
I get it, so stop crying and get off my dick. He obviously couldn’t say that.
“He’s a fool.”
He chose to curse Alon instead.
“What kind of idiot would look at a beautiful woman like you and seek out another? His head must be broken. Or perhaps his cock is. Usually, when a man goes mad, it’s one of those two reasons, isn’t it?”
“Cock…?”
The crude word seemed far too shocking for a noblewoman. Cately’s eyes widened in surprise, then she burst into laughter.
“Oh my… I’ve never heard such a word before. To use it for the lord, of all people.”
“Why not? To hell with Alon Ricgard and his worthless cock. Let him fall straight into Sheol.”
“Cock…”
Though shocked by the vulgarity, Cately found it so amusing that she couldn’t stop giggling.
“Really… There are times when I truly can’t believe you’re a priest.”
Well, he wasn’t actually a priest. Of course she couldn’t believe it.
A small chuckle escaped him.
“Shall I make it even harder to believe?”
With those words, he grabbed her breast and took it into his mouth. She twisted beneath him with a moan.
“Ahng…”
Her plump, perky breasts were so luscious they almost seemed sweet.
“Ah, Emil…”
Cately moaned and whispered.
“Stay by my side forever. Emil. I only need you. As long as I have you…”
Get away from my side. Leave Iredain and never return. Make sure I never see you again.
Suddenly, the red-haired girl’s face flashed through his mind. Along with that sweet scent.
Why had she said those words?
He thought about it again, but no answer came.
“Mm… What’s wrong, Emil?”
Having noticed his movements had slowed, Cately looked up at him curiously.
After a brief hesitation, he told her about the girl. He asked if she knew why the child had spoken that way.
Cately nodded as if she understood.
“She said that to you? Aha… She probably mistook you for her personal priest.”
“Personal priest?”
“Yes. Alon has assigned her several personal priests so far, but she chased every single one away. Though I suppose a bastard wouldn’t have any real faith in God, would she?”
She spoke with a mocking laugh.
“You will become Daisy’s personal priest. You don’t need to pay any attention to that girl. Right?”
She was right.
Lady Cately was quite generous with her lover, and thanks to her he had accumulated a fair amount of gold. But that alone wasn’t enough.
For true comfort and security, he needed the prestige that came with being the personal priest of the great Ricgard family.
“Yes. If I can become Lady Daisy’s personal priest, I would be truly delighted.”
“It will happen. I promise.”
For the gold coins, the fragrant wine, and the feather bed. For all the things I love so dearly.
Emil kissed Cately once more, repeating those words silently to himself.