Warrior Training System - Chapter 446

Chapter 446: Lowered head, raised butt (R-18)
“So… I committed adultery. With my husband’s best friend,” the woman confessed, her voice trembling with guilt. “I’m ashamed of it, but… I liked it. Is it wrong that I enjoyed it, Cardinal? That I don’t feel anything when I’m with my husband—but with his friend, I can’t stop wanting it? I love my husband, but I hate the way he touches me… what does that make me?”

She fired off one question after another, her voice breaking near the end. When silence followed, she hesitated. “Cardinal? Are you still there?”

‘No, no… I can’t speak—ahh, nghh…’

The one she was calling to was there—but unable to answer. Not because she lacked words, but because her body was betraying her. She sat on a man’s lap, her robes lifted and her composure stripped away, her shame mirroring the very sin being confessed on the other side of the wall.

Her exposed skin was the least of her worries now. The real battle was the orgasm building inside her, the unbearable edge she was teetering on.

“Cardinal, are you all right?” the confessor’s concerned voice came through the wooden screen, forcing her to freeze. She had to answer—but opening her mouth meant letting the moan slip out. The only thing holding her release back was the effort to stay silent, yet Cassian’s fingers moved like they were built to find every weak spot, every trembling pulse of pleasure that shattered her focus.

‘Please, God… just this once. Send her away. I swear I won’t do this again—not in your holy place. Just this one time…’

But heaven stayed quiet.

Cassian’s fingers suddenly withdrew, slick with her arousal. She looked down at him, betrayed and desperate, the loss of sensation almost cruel. He only smirked, savoring the look on her face—the one he’d grown to enjoy seeing far too much.

“Answer her,” he whispered against her ear.

Holding back the fury boiling inside her, Analisa forced her voice to sound calm and gentle. “Yes, you’re wrong. It’s a sin… but it can be forgiven through the grace of our God. Do you wish to be forgiven?”

Her words carried warmth, but her eyes burned with barely contained rage—like she wanted to strangle someone.

“Yes, I want it forgiven,” the woman replied softly.

“Then it’s forgiven. You may go now,” Analisa said quickly, eager to end it before her control snapped. But just as she turned to unleash her anger on Cassian, his hand squeezed her breast and his mouth pressed against her neck.

“Ahh—” she gasped, a moan slipping free before she could bite it back.

The confessor, halfway to the door, paused in concern. “Cardinal? Are you all right?”

Analisa’s face flushed deep red, her breath breaking as she barely managed to speak, “Y-yes… it’s nothing…” The words came out shaky, almost melting into a moan when Cassian’s fingers brushed her swollen clit again, sending a shiver down her spine.

Before she could lose control completely, she forced out a hurried whisper, “Just… go. There are others waiting…”

But her voice faltered as her tongue lolled slightly, panting like she’d run out of air, eyes glassy and wet. Cassian’s touch grew slower, cruelly deliberate, circling her slick folds as he murmured against her ear, “You just came a little, didn’t you? …wanna cum big?”

Cassian murmured, controlling the rhythm of his touches—one hand teasing her nipple while the other circled her swollen clit, hidden beneath the soft tangle of her dark purple curls. The anger that had twisted her face moments ago was gone, replaced by flushed need as she nodded helplessly.

“Want another one?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

She nodded again, breath hitching.

“Then beg for it,” Cassian said, voice low and rough against her ear, “and I’ll give it to you.”

Her breathing came in uneven bursts—sharp, shallow pulls that seemed to get trapped somewhere in her throat. A thin line of sweat traced the curve of her neck, glinting faintly before slipping down to the edge of her collar. Her face was flushed, heat blooming across her cheeks and brow; a few damp strands of hair clung to her temple. Her lips were parted, trembling with the effort to hold something back.

Her pretty nose flared with each labored breath, the sound almost shaky, as if her body was fighting against itself. Her eyes—half-lidded, unfocused—shimmered under the low light, lashes clumped slightly from the moisture gathering there.

Behind that hazy gaze, thought and instinct wrestled in silence.

‘Beg for it?’The idea coiled tight inside her chest, burning. She’d never begged for anything—never had to. Power came easily to her; she took what she wanted, bent others to her will. ‘Why should I lower myself now… for something so small? for just orgasm?’

Yet the tension in her body refused to ease. The heat behind her eyes, the ragged rhythm of her breathing, the tremor in her throat—all betrayed her. ‘Is there no other way? No command, no demand strong enough to make him yield?’

But the answer was there already, sitting bitter on her tongue. She could feel it—humiliating, unavoidable. ‘I’ve taken everything by force… and now he’s made me want to beg.’

Her jaw tightened; her expression flickered between defiance and despair, caught in that unbearable edge between pride and need.

She gasped as Cassian’s lips found the back of her neck again, sucking hard enough to make her shiver. The sound that escaped her was half a moan, half a plea, and panic flickered in her eyes—someone else could walk into the other side of the chamber any moment.

Before that could happen, she whispered hurriedly, breath ragged, “I beg you… make me cum.” Her pride stung just saying it, yet the strange sense of release that followed made her keep going. “Make me cum with your big dick… please.”

She rose from his lap, her legs unsteady, robe slipping down her shoulders as she turned slightly away. Cassian’s smirk widened as he remained seated, watching her grab her own buttocks and spread them, filling his nose with her scent and his eyes with the view of her hairy, spread folds.

Her voice trembled, low and raw.”I know this loose pussy of mine isn’t worth wanting… this old, overused thing doesn’t deserve you.” She drew a shaky breath, shame thick in her tone. “It might be disgusting to even think of putting your penis in it.”

She lowered her head, voice breaking as she went on, “But please… I beg you. Just once. Let me have it. You can mock me, punish me, do whatever you want after—just once… give it to me. Please.”