Chapter 11

I asked him again, while playfully biting his chest and nibbling on his nipple.

“Does the same apply to the Holy Father?”

“…Hah, what’s the question?”

“Do you have to love everyone as a saint does?”

“No. I only have affection for my people. Sister Haniel and I are different.”

The Pope, who was intoxicated by the aphrodisiac, confided the truth to her. It was actually a rare sight. I took a deep breath as I gently scratched his stomach.

There was a hint of curiosity in her words.

“Then am I one of Your Holiness’ people?”

“…”

Will the Pope think of me as one of his people because he is a character who has a basic affinity with me? He had been acting quite reckless with me.

When I asked the question, I made direct contact with the pope’s golden eyes. He gazed back at me with sunken eyes.

He didn’t respond immediately, instead, his hand trailed downward towards my entrance and began to tear my slit. When he found my bud, he pressed it firmly.

Ah…

His soft fingers rubbed my clitoris, making me gasp in pleasure after I asked the question.

The Pope, who looked at me coldly, finally replied.

“That’s a question I have to ask. Sister Haniel, do you want to be my person?”

“If the Holy Father wants… I will….”

I replied, swallowing a groan. The pope’s eyes were tinged with greed. His fingers were smeared with fluids as he rubbed them together roughly.

The Pope leaned towards me, spreading my legs with one hand while pumping one of his fingers into my entrance with his other hand. His finger slipped in easily and my walls immediately tightened around his fingers.

“Hahh!”

“Haniel, don’t call me Your Holiness. Orias, my name is Orias.

“Ah, Holy Father!”

“Call me Orias.”

He pumped my vagina roughly with his finger. One finger was enough to bring immense pleasure to my body. I let out a moan while his breathing quicken as he slipped in another finger.

Two fingers came inside. His fingers scratched my inner wall, pressing all my sensitive areas. The Pope urged me to answer, but I was unable to answer. I felt an electric sensation run through my body. I trembled in pleasure as I shook my waist up and down, matching the rhythm of his fingers.

“Haniel.”

“Oh, Orias! Ha……!”

“Good. Keep calling me that.”

He didn’t stop pumping his fingers even after he saw me reach my peak. My inner wall trembled as his fingers continued to pump through my inner wall that was contracting intensely due to the orgasm.

No matter how hard I tried to grab his hand to stop him, the Pope continued to pump his fingers into my inner walls, and this time, he sped up. Changing the sensitivity level to 100% was too strong.

“N-no more! Aang!”

“You’re leaking, Haniel.”

I was able to think clearly when the sensitivity was set to 50%, but now I couldn’t think about anything. I burst into tears when I couldn’t hear what the Pope was saying.

The pleasure was too great. I liked it so much that I can’t think straight.

The fingers that were pumping inside me stopped for a moment. But he immediately pressed my clitoris firmly with his thumb, and I bounced back as if I had been struck by lightning.

I tried to close my legs, but I was blocked by his strong hand. He pushed my thigh wider apart. My body slipped from the soft slightly, but the Pope lifted me up and stood up from his seat for a moment.

I panted with my legs spread open. I barely managed to open my unfocused eyes to look at the Pope standing in front of me.

‘Uh, you’re going to use the toys now, right?’

In my first relationship with the Pope, he used a toy to penetrate me the first time. Physiological tears flowed down my cheeks.

“Why are you crying? Are you feeling ill?”

“No, uh… I love it so much…”

I replied with tears streaming down my cheek. The Pope wiped my tears away with the back of his hand and asked. I quivered when the back of his hand touched my cheek as I answered. My body felt numb wherever he touched me.