Proof of Corruption
The place he led her to by the hand was the study. The moment Sua stepped inside, she realized this was where Tezman spent most of his time. The entire room was steeped in his scent.
A large window for a study, a meticulously organized desk, a carpet that looked like animal hide, and a turntable resting on a small table.
As Sua’s eyes slowly swept across the room, they caught on a single door. Tezman buried his face against her shoulder and murmured,
“It’s the bedroom. The one we’ll be sharing.”
The one we’ll be sharing. Her heart began to hammer violently, as though it wanted him to hear every frantic beat.
“Sister. Nuns swear vows of chastity, obedience, and poverty to God, don’t they?”
Sua’s gaze shifted to Tezman, whose face was still pressed to her shoulder.
“I have no need for vows.”
He turned his head just enough to meet her eyes.
“Give me the proof of your vow.”
Proof of her vow? Sua looked utterly lost.
“Proof…? What do you—”
“The evidence that you fell from grace to save me.”
Watching her struggle to comprehend, Tezman’s lips curved into a sleek, elegant line.
“So… what kind of…”
“I intend to claim that evidence starting now.”
For a nun like her, the most fitting price of corruption was obvious.
It was her purity.
His hand slid down her arm like a serpent, then settled over the back of hers. He laced their fingers together, gripping tightly, and guided her hand to the study door’s handle.
“Open it.”
As though hypnotized, Sua’s hand moved. His was merely guiding; she was the one who actually turned the knob.
The door swung open, revealing the forbidden sanctuary. In the entire mansion, no one was permitted to enter this room except Cact when he came to clean. Tezman had granted that right to Sua alone—the only person allowed to use his bedroom.
“Ah…”
The once monochromatic bedroom had transformed the instant he learned Sua would be coming. He hadn’t added any bold colors. The black bedding had been changed to white, and the heavy blinds that once blocked the windows had been replaced with soft curtains so she could bask in sunlight whenever she wished.
“Sister.”
Something damp brushed the nape of her neck. The moment Sua realized it was his tongue, a short moan escaped her.
“I meant to tell you earlier.”
His fingers combed through her long black hair as though grooming it. He seemed to enjoy the way they slipped between the strands, tickling her scalp, and continued in a low voice.
“Black hair suits you perfectly. More than I imagined.”
The hand that had been holding hers moved again. His large palm settled over her stomach and gently pulled her flush against him. Just as Sua tried to turn her head, Tezman’s lips descended.
He had waited long enough. This was the man who had brought himself to release multiple times a day while thinking of her. Now that he could finally hold her in his arms, the desire that had crossed every limit finally exploded.
His tongue pushed past her lips, swept over her teeth, then thrust deep into her mouth. The same tongue that had been tenderly exploring her now coiled around hers without mercy, sucking fiercely.
When Sua’s inexperienced tongue began to follow his clumsy and hesitant, he nearly lost the last thread of his control.
He ravaged her mouth as though determined to taste every inch of it. Even her fragile moans were swallowed by him.
“…Haa… ha…”
She was already breathing hard from a single kiss. His eyes darkened with raw hunger. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he guided her toward the bed.
It was large enough for three or four grown men to lie across comfortably. Tezman sat on its edge and positioned her between his spread legs.
“Sister.”
“…Te-Tezman.”
“Take off your clothes.”
Take them off? As though trying to soothe her shock, he added gently,
“I told you I would be receiving my evidence, didn’t I?”
“…What does evidence have to do with taking off my clothes…”
“Because I want your chastity.”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a serpentine, seductive curve.
“That is complete corruption.”
Chastity. Tezman was asking her to sleep with him. She had already guessed as much from the moment he said they would share a bedroom, yet she had desperately tried to pretend she hadn’t understood.
“I-I’m not ready yet…”
There was no way her heart could be prepared. Watching her flounder, he rose slowly to his feet.
“Our Sister seems terribly shy, so I suppose I should show you first.”
He shrugged off his jacket without hesitation and tossed it to the floor. Next, the neatly knotted tie that had circled his throat was yanked loose and thrown beside it. Even as he unbuttoned the tight black shirt one by one, his gaze never left Sua.
His body was revealed between the parted fabric. A powerfully masculine form she had never seen before. She knew she should look away, yet she could not tear her eyes from him.
The black shirt slipped from his hands and pooled on the floor. As Sua stared at his fully bared torso, her hands froze. The scars scattered across his body caught her attention.
“This…”
A fresh red line crossed over the black snake tattoo coiled around his left arm. It looked recent. Without thinking, Sua reached out and touched it, her brow furrowing.
“…When did you get hurt? It looks fresh… Does it hurt badly—”
“Sister.”
Tezman smiled at her belated realization.
“It hurts more down here than that.”
Down there? Sua’s innocent eyes dropped lower. As though that was exactly what he wanted, Tezman unbuckled his belt.
With a low rasp, the zipper slid down and his restrained erection sprang free. Seeing it stand rigidly, as though demanding to be released from his briefs, Sua stumbled backward.
“There’s nowhere for you to run, Sister.”
Her face—flushed like a ripe peach, breath coming in shallow pants—was unbearably erotic. He wanted to devour her right then and there.
Once again, he forced himself to be patient. He needed Sua to choose this herself and willingly step into his arms.
“Now it’s your turn, Sister.”
“…I…”
“Take them off.”
A cunning, cruel temptation. And he knew perfectly well she could not refuse it.
Sua looked at him. Tezman waited with a relaxed expression, watching her undress.
The raw sight of him clouded her mind. Rational thought had already become impossible. Her hesitant hands slowly rose.
The soft click of a blouse button coming undone made his eyes flicker. Sua was removing her own clothes. One button. Two. Each time another slipped free beneath her fingers, his cock twitched. Her skin was even paler than he had imagined—like untouched snow.
“Drop it on the floor. It’s fine.”
When she kept fidgeting with the removed blouse, unable to let it go, he spoke again. After a moment of hesitation, she carefully set it down.
“The rest as well.”
“All of it…?”
“We can’t do this with clothes on. If you’re too embarrassed, shall I take mine off first?”
Undressing herself felt less mortifying than staring at his naked body. With her eyes squeezed shut, Sua reached for the rest of her clothing.
“Including your underwear. Not a single piece left on.”
Shame flooded her entire body. She had never shown her fully grown, naked form even to Sister Agnes.
The last piece of underwear she had clutched so tightly fell onto the blouse with a soft sound. Unable to meet his gaze, Sua stared at the floor. Too ashamed to stand proudly, she covered her breasts with one arm and her sex with the other.
A heavy silence fell. The only sound was her quick, heated breathing.
It was the first time he had ever thought someone beautiful. Bathed in moonlight, every inch of her body was exquisite. He wanted to examine, touch, bite, and suck on every part of her.
Even her trembling eyelashes made him want to lick them.
After drinking in the sight of her from head to toe, Tezman lifted his gaze to her face. At last. The untouched, pure Sua was now in his hands.
“Come here, Sister.”
The knowledge that she would be defiled by those very hands only heightened his arousal.
The way she approached him hesitantly was utterly lovable. Tezman spread his legs wider so she could step between them. Looking up at her from that position, he spoke softly.
“Move your hands.”
“Ah…”
Her hands slowly fell away from her breasts, which had never been fully hidden anyway. They hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure where to go.
“Ha.”
They were larger than he had expected. To think she had hidden such fullness beneath that loose nun’s habit. He was almost glad she had kept them concealed. The mere thought of other men glancing at her breasts made him want to put bullets through their eyes.
“What are you going to do if they’re already this hard?”
“…Don’t say things like…”
Her nipples had stiffened in the cool air, looking obscenely tempting. When he pressed one firmly with his thumb and then flicked it, Sua’s body gave a small shudder. Her breasts jiggled with the movement, and the last trace of leisure vanished from Tezman’s eyes.
“Sister.”
“….Te-Tezman.”
“What are you waiting for? Bring it to my mouth.”
Bring what? He gazed at her lovingly as tears shimmered in her eyes, then lifted a finger and tapped the stiff peak.
“This. Put it in my mouth.”
Not only had he spoken the crude words, he was demanding she offer it to him herself.
“Wh-why would I…”
“Because I’m going to suck on it.”
The rims of her eyes grew even redder. Everything was new to her. She had never even watched the kind of videos that everyone else had seen at least once—those showing a man and woman together. So Sua truly did not know how normal intimacy was supposed to proceed.
Therefore, she had no choice but to follow his instructions. Her trembling body stepped closer. Soon her soft, rounded breast hovered just before his lips. Unable to push it into his mouth herself, she spoke in a tearful voice.
“…Tezman.”
At that pitiful sound, he lifted his hand, cupped her breast, and parted his lips.
“Good girl.”