My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 140
The moment he touched her sensitive cli*, a sharp sensation coursed through her, and she could tell just how much attention he must have given her cli* while she was unconscious. From experience, she knew that it only became this swollen and sensitive after prolonged stimulation.
“You drugged me, haa… for this?”
“I don’t want to see you hurt. Watching you punish yourself, forcing it in without preparation, is something I never want to see again.”
But drugging her, restraining her with chains, and stimulating her like this? His tenderness felt warped.
‘Besides, that was only because it was the first time. Now, even if we skipped the foreplay, it wouldn’t hurt as much….’
While she was caught up in her thoughts, his thin, one-piece nightwear shifted, revealing his length. Though the fabric had been sheer enough to hint at it before, she had always avoided looking.
Now, confronted with it directly, she froze.
He was right.
‘If I had just gone ahead without preparation, I might’ve died.’
Why are they all like this? Can’t at least one of them be… smaller? Or at least normal-sized? As she hesitated in panic as his hardened length slid between her legs. It brushed against her thighs and groin, coated in her slick fluids, and pressed against her entrance.
The head of his shaft nudged her soft, relaxed opening, now so loose she couldn’t even clench it shut. Feeling the pressure, she instinctively writhed, the chains connecting her restraints clinking noisily.
“No! Don’t…!”
He stopped his movement, and after a short silence, he asked softly,
“Didn’t you intend to take me for yourself?”
“I can’t. I just can’t do it. I can’t put you through this again…”
“What if I want it?”
His voice, like the whisper of a devil, was sweet and intoxicating, muddling her thoughts. She stopped struggling and stared at him in disbelief.
“What…?”
“I’m saying, what if I want to have s*x with you?”
“That’s…”
“I’ve already told you I’m not some philanthropist. Isn’t it time you realized I’m not a puppet to be swayed at your whim?”
His questions rained down on her as she sat speechless.
“Was it because you were a princess? Did you think I couldn’t refuse you? Even if you were the Empress, if I hadn’t wanted it, you wouldn’t have been able to touch me that day. The pope of the time had already decided I would succeed him as soon as I entered the temple. That night, dozens of paladins were stationed around my quarters to guard the future pope from any possible mishaps. They were ready to storm in at my signal.”
The unexpected confession made Regina’s eyes widen in shock. He had already been chosen as the next pope? And dozens of paladins had been stationed nearby? This was all news to her.
As if to ease her disbelief, he gently ran his hand over her face, his fingers slick with her fluids.
“No matter how skilled a swordsman you are, you wouldn’t have been able to overcome all of them. You think that I, the future pope, couldn’t resist a mere princess and ended up being overpowered?”
She stared at him blankly. At the time, she had been a skilled swordsman, but she wasn’t yet a swordmaster. His assessment that she wouldn’t have been able to overcome dozens of paladins was entirely accurate. In fact, she hadn’t even known they were stationed nearby.
Meeting her gaze, he spoke in a calm yet resolute tone.
“I sent them away. That night, it wasn’t just you who chose me—I chose you too. I wasn’t caught off guard. It was a decision I made willingly.”
As his soft, mesmerizing words made her brain tingle, she thought,
Is this a dream? Have I not woken up yet?
It wasn’t forced? Could such a convenient truth really exist? She doubted it, but the sweetness of his words made her hope it wasn’t a dream. And if it was, she wanted to stay asleep for as long as possible.
Afraid that speaking might shatter the moment like fragile glass, she silently watched him.
Then he placed himself on her lower abdomen. His shaft stretched upward, surpassing her navel as if to demonstrate how far it would go once inside her. In a gentle tone, he asked again,
“I’ll ask you one more time, Your Majesty. If I want this, would it be alright?”
The weight of his member pressing against her belly sent a tightening sensation deep inside her. Her body, heated from earlier, craved more pleasure.
A primal, chaotic urge overwhelmed her, making her want to lose herself completely. To be ravaged and to ravage him in return. He said he wanted this too, so what reason was there to hold back? And yet…
“Uht, no, no.”
Valenti, who had been silently observing her trembling eyelids, finally spoke.
“May I ask why?”
“There might be a war with the demon realm. You can’t lose your divine power.”
He was a pope hailed as the most powerful wielder of divine energy in history. With a potential crisis looming, she couldn’t justify weakening their greatest strength for personal reasons.
“Then abandon it all.”
“Friedy…”
“If it’s because of your family, they’ll be safe within the sanctuary. Even if I’m no longer the pope, I have enough influence to ensure their protection.”
He didn’t miss the slight flicker in her eyes, a momentary hesitation. But that fleeting vulnerability in the brown eyes disappeared, replaced by a steady resolve.
“….Even so, I can’t.”
Her gaze was firm.
Valenti knew from experience what that look meant. When she had that expression, nothing could break her resolve.
She couldn’t abandon the others, the people outside her family.
He only needed her, but once again, she wasn’t choosing him alone. And yet, that was exactly who she was.
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