*Gulp*

Sol wasn't so dense that he didn't know when he was receiving an invitation.

In fact he had always known that Camelia's love for him was slowly morphing into something less than platonic. The only thing stopping her previously was that he was a minor.

But now that he was about to reach fifteen, he could already be considered a major in every sense of the world.

Feeling bold, he casually touched her ample breasts through her white dress. He could feel her shiver à little à under his touch.

Delighted, Sol thoroughly toyed with the breasts in his hands.

“Nn~!...”

The young holy woman had never built up a resistance to pleasure.

As he fondled her ample breasts, her body grew weak.

Sol, seeing her like this, whispered in her ear while continuing to grope her tits.

“You know what? I’ve learned a few things from my life and the people I have met.”

“A-and what…is that?”

He gave an indulgent smile when she politely responded while growing so limp.

“That there are people like you who will show me love for nothing in return. That's why even though you play the ditz, you will always have a large place in my heart.”

What was about to happen wasn't just about lust. If he just wanted to fuck he could go back to the tower and call some maid.

No. The place Camelia had in his heart was in no way inferior to that of Milia. Once they crossed the line, their relationship would irreversibly change. As such it was necessary to tell her what was in his heart.

Camelia’s cheek reddened as she buried her head against his chest.

"Don't you think I am a shameless woman who is lusting over someone so much younger than me?"

"Of course not."

He raised her chin and gave her a long and deep kiss.

"Nn~!!"

He could feel her resist instinctively at first before immediately stopping struggling and slowly but clumsily try to reciprocate.

It was weirdly cute and endearing to see a grown woman show such a lack of experience.

When his lips pressed down onto hers, she closed her eyes. He lightly kissed her tightly closed mouth a few times and then gently sucked on her lower lip. He pulled away for a moment.

“Open your lips.”

He commanded in a low voice. She swallowed a hard breath from nerves; her throat hurt. Her face was tinted in a pink hue as she hesitated, but in the end, she let her lips fall apart a little. His eyes seemed to laugh for a moment. Soon, his lips firmly pressed against hers and a soft piece of flesh entered her mouth.

‘Ah…’

His tongue smoothly ravaged the inside of her mouth. He slowly made his way around her teeth and the sides of her cheeks. She felt a jolting pleasure when his tongue met hers. As their lips parted the tiniest sliver, he spoke.

“You taste like wine.”

Camelia felt her blush burning through her cheeks. He changed his position and locked lips once more. Just as he’d remarked, their kiss tasted like wine, dizzying her with rapture.

Their tongues wrestled while their saliva mixed. He was focused on exploring the inside of her mouth through kissing. His tongue twisted and sucked on, then let go of her.

“Hu…..”

A moan escaped from deep within her throat. The soft kiss gradually heated up. His gentle tongue suddenly pressed firmly inside her mouth, and when he continued to massage a sensitive spot, she unconsciously ended up firmly grasping the bedsheets. He kept making her breathless until she reached her limit. Then he parted his lips from hers, and after letting her catch her breath, he started once again.

Their kiss continued that way for many more rounds. Camelia’s shoulders, which had been stiff from nerves, gradually relaxed. His kisses were sweet and soothing. When he parted from a particularly long kiss, Camelia lightly gasped for breath. With only this much, it felt like they had done more than enough already.

"Ah…Ah… Ah"

Their short breath resonated in the closed room. Her flushed face and her vacant eyes stroking his ego.

Sol, deciding that he shouldn't let her cool down, brought back his hand to her dress and slowly brought her out of it.

In just a few seconds, Camelia was left in a pair of black underwear. The contrast between her pale white skin and the deep black of her underwear was truly a sight enough to make a monk give up his vow.

"You are simply a work of art."

"Ara~! Is that so?"

Despite her confident front, Sol could see a little bit of nervousness in her eyes. Indeed. Camelia was feeling a little shy. She was in no way as bold as Lilith and usually wore conservative clothes. It was the first time a man saw so much of her skin.

'There's no need to rush. I should take my time.' Sol thought as he read the hesitation in her eyes.

“Ah!?”

As she gasped in surprise, Sol pulled down the bra as well.

*Omitted*