Chapter 377
If it had been the usual Michael, he would have sensed someone approaching before they even got close.
But now, that was not the case.
‘Why am I… Why did I…’
He could hardly keep his wits about him, plagued all night by the images swirling in his mind.
In his fantasies, he held Irene over and over again.
Even just that was such an excessive stimulation for Michael that his neck and face burned, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.
If it was just a fantasy, it should have been a little blurry, but every scene was vivid, as if he had seen it with his own eyes and remembered it.
Below that delicate, cute, and beautiful face was a slender neck.
He would bury his face in that neck and breathe in her scent deeply for a long time, then slowly move his face.
Never separating, his lips would slide along her skin until, before he knew it, they were sucking on her ample chest.
And when the fantasy got that far, Michael had to clutch himself down below with a moan.
He had never, not once in his life, lost control over his own body.
But now, absurdly, his lower half was making its powerful presence known.
He needed to calm himself down somehow, but his mind kept showing him what came next, as if it was only natural.
Like a madman, he buried his face in her chest and licked for ages.
Even in the fantasy, he could tell. Irene’s breath was growing rougher, her body finishing its preparations to accept him.
The Michael in his fantasy so naturally grabbed Irene’s ankle, kissed it, and placed it over his shoulder.
And when he looked down, Michael once again collapsed to the floor, unable to lift his face.
Just seeing a woman’s naked body in such detail was already shameful enough to die from, but now the most intimate part of her was fully exposed before him.
What drove Michael even crazier was the fact that, in the fantasy, he looked delighted as he buried his face there.
The shock didn’t end there.
After savoring the place that was already open for him, he grabbed himself and thrust into the wet entrance.
“No, I can’t… I shouldn’t…”
Even as he watched the fantasy, his rational mind desperately murmured protest.
But the Michael in the fantasy hesitated not at all.
The moment his length burrowed into her body—
“Ah!”
With an undignified sound, Michael hugged himself tightly and curled up even more.
A long while later, he hurriedly rushed into the bathroom attached to his room.
When he came back out, his pants were as soaked as if he had just put on a freshly washed pair.
‘Why do these fantasies keep happening?’
Lewd and obscene hallucinations continued to assail him.
In the fantasies, he was glued to Irene’s body like a dog in heat.
Tormented, Michael looked down at his hand.
He could still clearly feel the sensation from when Irene had held it the night before.
He had never felt anything so intense and sticky in his life before.
It was as if something that had been buried deep inside him had been violently awakened.
‘Well, it’s miasma, so of course…’
If that was the case, he should have felt disgust and discomfort, but why had he, even for a moment, accepted it so naturally?
“Haa…”
Another deep, heavy sigh escaped him.
The scriptures said that even sins committed in the mind were still sins.
If that was the case, he felt like he should be beheaded ten times over.
How much longer would he have to pray before these sins could be forgiven?
Michael began to mutter the first passages of the scripture he had memorized so thoroughly.
He recited every verse he knew, sang every hymn.
But even so, he couldn’t imagine being forgiven for the lewdness of his fantasies.
While this went on, the man watching him hurriedly turned away.
* * *
“You really saw Sir Michael?”
“Yes. I’m sure it was him!”
At the man’s words, Cecilia, who had been sitting, shot to her feet.
“My word. Ever since he left the Fortress, no one’s been able to find out where he went…”
Cecilia’s muttering voice trembled.
“Where is he? Take me to him immediately!”
She looked ready to dash out at once, but then turned around and snapped irritably,
“Wilhelmina! Can’t you get ready any faster?”
“Y-Yes.”
