※ This book is a work of fiction and has no relation to any real persons, events, religions, or backgrounds.... more>>

"My method of education might make Laura a bit uncomfortable. Is that alright, Florencia?"

Florencia, who grew up as the illegitimate child of Count Hazel and came of age, decides to become a saintess under the influence of the only person she can trust, the holy priest Ludwig. However, on the day of her first theology class, Priest Ludwig proposes an oddly secretive method of education...

***

"I really hate lies, Florencia."

Ludwig spoke sternly as his hand gradually moved lower. His fingertips were now teasing her lower abdomen, circling around her navel.

"If you don't act honestly, I'll put my hand under your skirt and check for myself."

"I'm sorry, Priest! Down there, I'm, uh, wet... huh, yes."

Worried that he might actually do it, Florencia spoke hastily, her voice quivering slightly.

"Good."

A languid voice of satisfaction came from behind her.

"Laura, your attitude in class today is excellent. I think it was a great decision to take you as my pupil."

I can't give such a lovely you to anyone else. Not even to that great god.

I remember the day she first came to me. Every season we spent together, the dates and times, even the temperature and humidity of those moments.

I embraced the crying little girl with the image of a compassionate saint, but as time passed, it was as natural as water flowing from high to low that her transparent violet eyes became etched in my heart.

"Priest Ludwig!"

The trust and faith in the eyes of the girl running towards me. Every moment I looked at her, joy brushed my lips.

My bride, my Florencia. I wanted to have her 'completely.' <<less

With debts left by her deceased parents and a younger sister to care for, Louise lives a diligent life, never losing her warm heart despite the difficult circumstances.... more>>

One day, her troublesome older brother, who is nothing more than a loafer, unilaterally informs her that he’s getting married.

Despite being responsible for losing the money needed for his own marriage tax at a gambling house, he boldly declares that he will cover it by offering the right of the first night with his bride.

But to protect his lover, he pressures Louise to go in her place instead.

“His Lordship is a very strict man.”

Unable to refuse the threat, Louise eventually heads to the castle.

However, His Lordship, who has spent many years on the battlefield, is known for his cold and ruthless nature, feared by all…

“Milord, this is Miss Riddel, here to fulfill the right of the first night.”

“Come in.”

What will be the fate of Louise, who must spend the first night with the terrifying lord known as the brutal war ghost…?

***

“Riddel, is it?”

“…Yes, Milord.”

A deep, low voice, like a cavern, descended over Louise’s head, who was holding her breath with the feeling of walking on thin ice.

“How old are you now?”

“Twenty.”

When Louise answered in a small voice, he frowned slightly and nodded. He seemed like he was going to say something more, but with a short sigh, he pointed towards the bed with his chin without even looking at her.

“Go to the bed and lie face down.”

The low, resonant voice carried an unyielding and heavy sense of authority. <<less

※ This book contains depictions of confinement, dubiously consensual and/or non consensual acts due to hierarchy and power dynamics. Please take this into consideration while reading.... more>>

Rosénia, who lost her entire family in an accident at a young age, was taken in by the Grand Duke of Lutèce, a close friend of her departed older brother, and raised in the grand duchy.

Due to the imperial law’s strict restrictions on adoption and guardianship, they had to take the form of an engagement, but in reality, they lived like siblings with a significant age difference.

Rosénia harbored feelings for Iscarion, who had raised her, but he continued to treat her as his little sister even after she came of age... Feeling that she was hindering his future, Rosénia eventually decided to break off their engagement first.

However, the day after she made up her mind to leave,

“You seem to be seriously mistaken. I have never once thought of you as my sister.”
“Brother Isca—”
“Did you really think I asked you to call me ‘Brother’ because I wanted to be one?”

In a strange bedroom with mirrors on the ceiling, she awoke to face the cold, unfamiliar expression of the man who had always been her kind brother.

“What do you think? Staying here until I’m fully satisfied, repaying me with your body for raising you all this time.”

***

“This is too much! I’m, I’m all grown up now…”

Rosen protested firmly, despite shrinking back. Her small voice was full of resentment.

“Rosie, if you’re grown up, you need to take responsibility for your actions like an adult. Do you think you can just run away like this?”

Iscarion said calmly as he stepped closer. His firm fingers grasped Rosen's chin, forcing her to look at him.

“I should have raised you more strictly from the beginning. I’ve been too lenient, haven’t I?”
“B-Brother, it hurts…”
“Maybe it’s time to teach you some manners.”

With a swift motion, he grabbed her clothes before she could react. Rosen froze, unable to believe what she was seeing.

“How, how could you…!”
“So, you didn’t need to feel guilty.” <<less

Suddenly, the emperor collapsed, and the empire faced a crisis.... more>>

To the princess burdened with leading the country alone, Grand Duke Arkenian, her childhood mentor, was the most reliable ally.

"It seems there's nothing out of the ordinary. You can proceed as plan."

"Thank you, Your Grace. Oh, there's also something I wanted to discuss about the trade agreement…"

Daily sessions of state affairs education continued without fail. However, once the Grand Duke's teachings concluded, inevitably, another form of education began.

"Your Grace! You said we were taking a break from state affairs education today…!"

"I'm sorry, but I never said we wouldn't have any other form of education."

His strong arm wrapped firmly around her waist.

Though the public believed them to have a friendly relationship based on mutual respect, to her, the Grand Duke was always a difficult and an intimidating mentor.

"Don't be insolent. Haven't you outgrown your rebellious phase?"

"Ugh, please stop…"

"Shall we see today how much your patience have improved?"

***

"Lie Down."

The Grand Duke ordered briefly.

Making her lie down like this and f*cking her from behind was his favorite position, but from Rohte's perspective it was also the position she wanted to avoid the most.

Not only did she have to expose her messy, wet underside for his invasion,
but the Grand Duke's massive member was always difficult to accommodate even in the most favorable position.

"Haah, last time, we did it in this position…"

"It's a review, Your Highness."

The Grand Duke whispered, nibbling at her earlobe.
Claiming it was an essential step to ensure she didn't forget what she learned. His low playful tone sounded almost like he was teasing her. <<less