When Mu Lin woke again, she found herself not in her own room as usual, but in Noyes's bed. Beneath the quilt, her body was completely bare; a sticky sensation lingered between her thighs.
She had lost control again.
This time the memories were far clearer than before. Even now, recalling the agony of the restraint curse made her body tense. What distressed her more was Noyes's grim expression.
Normally, after their unions, he would clean her thoroughly inside and out, dress her in nightclothes, and carry her to bed. Today, he clearly hadn't. Noyes had likely lost patience with her.
She looked around and saw the silver-haired priest sitting by the window, his face shadowed with shifting emotions as he gazed down in thought under the moonlight.
Things were more troublesome than imagined. The priest's fingers tapped the windowsill unconsciously. Twice now—it was no longer about raising Mu Lin's strength; simply helping her control her magic had become the challenge.
Both degenerations had occurred when she was on the verge of violation. Noyes sensed something buried deep within her—a thunderbolt in her heart, ready to explode at the slightest touch.
Perhaps her training needed to change.
"Noyes?" The girl's voice pulled him from his thoughts. Mu Lin clutched the quilt around herself, watching him with faint unease.
This girl, so lacking in security, always seemed anxious around him—carefully reading his expressions, afraid of displeasing him. Noyes steadied himself, softening his face to appear gentler.
"I'm sorry," Mu Lin apologized before he could speak.
"It's not your fault." Noyes soothed her by stroking her hair. He had been too hasty, using a poor method to provoke his familiar. Yet this accident had clarified something for him—what truly mattered.
"Mu Lin, keep this degeneration secret from others." The Holy See would never tolerate a witch prone to losing control. If Bishop Timothy learned of it, Noyes wasn't sure he could protect her life.
The girl nodded obediently.
"And—" He leaned closer, pulling away the quilt she used to shield herself. "Our special training will change."
The sudden exposure made Mu Lin cry out, instinctively covering her bare breasts. Before she could react, Noyes flipped her over—upper body pressed to the bed, hips raised high in a kneeling position.
"What are you doing?" The implication of the posture was obvious; her face flushed as she asked.
"This is the new training."
"Training? What can you train like this?" Mu Lin asked, bewildered.
"Fully accept me." With those words, two long fingers plunged straight into her honeyed passage.
"Mmph…" The abrupt invasion drew a muffled moan. Her passage had been thoroughly developed by Noyes's impressive length every night; two fingers posed no difficulty. Still, the rough entry without foreplay made Mu Lin twist uncomfortably.
Fluids left from their earlier union—her nectar and his seed—flowed down her thighs under his stirring fingers, pooling on the sheets.
The sensitive girl began to moan softly; her warm passage pulsed, sucking at his fingers.
But Noyes lingered there only briefly. After a moment, he withdrew the slick digits and smeared the abundant fluids over her tightly closed rear entrance.
Mu Lin stiffened, instantly understanding his intent.
The wet fingers circled the tender folds, pressing gently until the muscles relaxed slightly, then slowly pushed inside the center.
"Nnh!" Mu Lin trembled with a moan, burying her face in the pillow to endure the intense discomfort of the foreign intrusion. She fought the urge to struggle, holding the position.
The fingers mimicked intercourse—rotating and thrusting gradually deeper, circling to stretch the tense ring until fully buried.
For the first time feeling her rear passage so clearly explored, tension and shame flooded her. The muscles at the entrance were forced to flutter open and closed, bringing subtle, strange pleasure.
Soon, however, the second finger stretched her fiercely; tearing pain made her cry out.
"Relax if you don't want to tear," Noyes said, landing a light but firm slap on her buttocks that drew another moan.
Mu Lin took deep breaths, forcing her rear to relinquish its instinctive resistance and yield to his expansion.
The thin anal flesh parted bit by bit; pink folds flattened. The once-tight entrance gaped into a small round opening, revealing glistening inner walls. Then a third and fourth finger probed inside.
Sweat beaded on Mu Lin's skin; her breathing grew rapid. The entrance softened under the thrusting; clear nectar seeped from her front passage.
Panting, she accommodated the priest's movements—when suddenly a scorching, rigid shaft plunged without warning into her soaked front, burying to the hilt.
"Ah—!" The abrupt fullness tore a scream from her. The length ground and scraped within, drawing out waves of fluid—then withdrew along with the fingers.
The suddenly empty rear barely had time to clench before the massive shaft—slick with her own juices—pressed in.
Utterly different from fingers, the enormous length burned with frightening heat. After breaching the entrance, it drove relentlessly deeper. Mu Lin felt her intestinal folds forced open; her body stretched impossibly full.
Half-buried, the overly thick organ already strained her ring to its limit. Tearing pain made her cry out: "Ah! It hurts!"
Noyes paused the advance, thrusting shallowly at the entrance while circling. One hand cupped her breast to lift her upper body; the other delved deep into her front passage.
Teeth grazed pulsing veins beneath thin skin; lips kissed and sucked her sweat-slick neck, leaving scattered marks. Her full weight bore down on her lower body and breasts; nipples hardened crimson under his fingers. Both passages filled simultaneously—waves of electric pleasure left her limp. Each lapse from ecstasy allowed the rear shaft to sink deeper. When the menacing length finally seated fully, Mu Lin was nearly spent.
"You did well." Noyes kissed her lips softly, lowering her exhausted body back to the bed.
The massive organ began to move. The tight ring at the base was pulled outward with each withdrawal, pushed inward on the thrust—emitting lewd, wet sounds mixed with her fluids.
"No… I'll break…" Limp and helpless, Mu Lin endured the fierce blade's assault. The sense of lost control mingled with utter fullness overwhelmed her nerves. The tender entrance swelled red and inflamed—like a lewd bloom, vividly enticing. Her body rocked forward and back with each thrust; sensitive nipples rubbed the sheets.
Under repeated torment of pain and pleasure, climax claimed her. Simultaneously, scorching seed flooded her spasming depths.