Warrior Training System - Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Beg to me, Cardinal (R-18)
“Hm… and why did you do it?”

Ragna blinked, a little thrown off—not by the question itself, but by the way the cardinal asked it. He had come here to confess, to have his sins heard and forgiven. Usually, the one listening sounded detached, cold, like they were just pushing through another dull routine.

But this time felt different. Cardinal Analisa’s voice carried genuine attention, almost curiosity. It made Ragna talk more than he meant to, spilling things he hadn’t planned to.

Still, something about it unsettled him. He couldn’t quite tell why. Maybe it was just the strangeness of being truly listened to for once. He hesitated, then muttered, “I guess… I wanted to feel that same thrill I did when I was younger.”

On the other side, Analisa asked again, “And did you feel those sensations again?” Her words came out steady, but her mind wasn’t on the confession—every bit of focus was on Cassian’s hands.

He was tracing up her thigh as she sat on his lap, her robe lifted just enough to expose smooth skin. From above, the fabric had slipped down, leaving both her breasts uncovered, making her look almost indecent in the attire meant to make any woman appear pure.

Anyone else would’ve felt disgusted with themselves for even imagining a woman wearing those holy robes laid bare. But now, with Cassian lifting the fabric higher, exposing her long thighs and the faint glimpse of white lace beneath—what should’ve looked sacred turned almost sinful. The contrast made her even more enticing; that same attire meant to inspire purity now framed her in a way that could drive a man to madness, or worse—make him willing to kill just to see such a vision again.

“I don’t know about him, but I’m feeling some sensations,” Cassian muttered, his hand sliding to her neck, tilting her head back as he kissed along her shoulder.

Analisa startled slightly—something was pressing against her panties, and it wasn’t his hand, which was still gripping her thigh. She glanced down to see the bulge in his pants, pressed right against the damp spot on her lace.

“Give it to me…” she whispered, voice low, need threading through her words as she shifted, rubbing herself against him and trapping his hand tighter between her thighs.

“I will…but…” Cassian’s lips curved into a faint smirk. “First tell me? have you dreamt about it yet?” he asked.

“I have…” she whispered again, no longer hearing the confessions from the other side. One hand squeezed her breast while the other brushed against his cheek, urging him on. “I’ve dreamt about it—at night, in the day. I’ve even prayed for it… so give it to me.” Her words slipped into his ear, sending a shiver down Cassian’s spine.

But he didn’t waver. A smirk tugged at his lips as he said, “Then all that’s left is begging. Give it a try?”

Her eyes narrowed sharply at him, irritation flashing across her face. Before she could retort, the voice in the next chamber went silent—Ragna had finished his confession. Analisa quickly ended the ritual and waited until he left, then turned back to Cassian with a glare.

“I told you—I’m not letting you walk away halfway this time.” She shoved him back into the seat, catching him off guard. “If you won’t give it willingly,” she said, fingers moving fast to unbutton his pants, “then I’ll take it by force.”

But the hard bulge softened just as she touched him, leaving Analisa staring in disbelief that quickly turned to anger. “Make it hard… you bastard.”

“Can’t do that, darling. Not when I’m being forced,” Cassian said, leaning back with his arms folded behind his head, looking relaxed—though inside, he was fighting to keep control.

Analisa’s hand moved, trying to coax a reaction from him. “I get nervous,” he added, half-smirking.

“You fucker…” she hissed, but stopped short when the sound of footsteps echoed—another confessor entering the next chamber. She leaned closer, whispering, “Why are you doing this to me?”

Cassian only smirked, catching her before she could pull away, and pulled her back onto his lap—her back pressed against his chest.

From the other side of the wall, the confessor’s voice came, soft and trembling. “Please forgive me, Cardinal, for I have sinned.”

Analisa, still pinned in his grasp but forcing her tone calm, replied, “All sins can be forgiven, if you have faith in our god, Silias… my child.”

As the words left her mouth, Cassian’s hand slipped beneath her panties, making her jolt. He leaned close and muttered against her ear, “What is this—your pussy or a leaking tap? You’re this wet from a few kisses and fondles?”

“Stop touching me, you eunuch! Why won’t you just let me have it?” Analisa snapped, twisting in his grip, even leaning as if to bite him—but Cassian easily restrained her, holding both her wrists together in front of her with one hand.

His other hand kept exploring the slick, heated folds between her thighs, his erection stirring back to life as he said, “I’ve got no intention of keeping my cock away from your slutty pussy. I just want to hear you beg for it—so I know you actually want it.”

“Hm…” Analisa made a faint sound—just enough for the confessor to think she was listening—while forcing down a moan as Cassian’s fingers slipped inside her.

She tried to think clearly, wondering if he’d really give it to her if she begged. Before, the idea would’ve been unthinkable—but lately, she’d done plenty she never imagined she would.

Now, she was almost ready to beg… yet fear lingered—what if Cassian added another condition? But the thought kept slipping away as his fingers moved, scattering every trace of reason. Heat pooled low in her stomach, building fast, and she clenched her thighs, desperate to hold back the release. Even in the midst of this sinful act, in a sacred chamber meant for confessions, she didn’t want to defile it with her own release.

But it was impossible to stop. Even with her legs pressed tight, even with the confessor’s voice droning faintly through the wall, she couldn’t make a sound or tell him to stop. The moment she opened her mouth, she knew she’d lose all control. So she bit down, trembling, writhing in his grasp as if that could stop what was coming, while he whispered like a devil in her ears, “Beg to me, Cardinal.”