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When Alexander arrived at the confessional, the Holy Daughter was already waiting there. She was dressed in the pure white Holy Daughter's uniform, wearing gloves, her red lips vibrant, eyes bright, with jet-black hair tied into a round bun at the back of her head.
Alexander knelt on one knee in salute: "Your Highness, I heard you summoned me. Knight Commander Alexander accepts your guidance." Making this movement caused a dull ache in his bladder, and his penis twitched slightly due to the foreign object inserted within, but he suppressed the flush on his face and performed the salute meticulously.
"Someone reported that you violated Sacred See regulations by masturbating in private and using pornographic items on yourself," the Holy Daughter said succinctly.
Alexander frowned: "Your Highness, that's impossible. You know me, I would never do such a thing."
The Holy Daughter nodded: "I certainly believe in your piety. But I must still ask you: aside from the Sacred Nightvine issued by the Sacred See, have you ever worn any other sexually related, pornographic items?"
Alexander: "I swear to Mother Goddess... Ah!"
His words were cut off by the intense pain in his lower body, and even more so by the Holy Daughter's action. She stepped forward, raised her right foot, and stepped towards his crotch, directly pointing at the part of his armor that was bulging: "What is this?"
The Holy Daughter's foot was petite. Since they were indoors, she wore thin, soft white cloth shoes, very clean. Alexander could even see the outline of her foot through the fabric—what pressed against the armor at his crotch were the Holy Daughter's big toe and index finger.
It was precisely because Alexander admired the Holy Daughter that he strove to become a Temple Knight. But even in his boldest dreams, he never dared to imagine having such contact with the Holy Daughter.
"I... You..." He looked helplessly as the Holy Daughter's nimble toes lifted the piece of armor covering his crotch, revealing the inner armor. Below, a tent had already been pitched in the crotch area, with even a small wet spot at the center. As soon as the Holy Daughter's foot landed on that wet spot, Alexander couldn't help but tremble.
"Does it hurt? Or does it feel good?" the Holy Daughter asked while pressing down firmly with her foot.
Alexander's entire body convulsed uncontrollably. Maintaining his one-knee kneeling posture, his hands pressed against the floor tiles until they turned white. No matter how hard he tried to clench his teeth, he still let out a moan of pain and pleasure.
As the Holy Daughter lifted her foot, the latter half of the moan changed in tone, its tail trembling. Her agile toes fiddled with the long slit reserved in the crotch of the inner armor, quickly freeing Alexander's penis from the slit.
A purple, vein-bulging, semi-erect penis. And the snow-white, round-nailed, teasingly arched foot pressed close against it.
"Did the people who patrolled with you this morning know you weren't wearing underwear?" the Holy Daughter teased. Her foot rubbed around his penis, eventually pressing against Alexander's glans. This made him cry out in pain again—inside his penis was a wooden stick, its tip protruding from the enlarged glans, forming an irregular sphere about two to three centimeters in diameter, shaped like a small flower about to bloom.
There was no disgust in the Holy Daughter's tone, but it made Alexander feel utterly ashamed. He panicked and said, "You, please listen to my explanation! I have indeed been wearing the Sacred Nightvine according to Sacred See regulations, but for some reason, my Sacred Nightvine, when I woke up, had turned into this shape..."
To prevent unconscious nocturnal emissions, the Church inserts a coiled, slender rod made from a special plant into the penis of every boy in the Empire. It is said that Mother Goddess, valuing the chastity of boys, personally gathered this heavenly vine from the most ancient divine tree in the ninth heaven and bestowed it upon humanity. After being cut and dried, its vines become softer than silk. The slender vine inserted into the penis swells each night, thereby preventing wet dreams.
During the day, the Sacred Nightvine shrinks into a negligible thin line, not affecting the wearer's urination or ejaculation. This is because Mother Goddess believes that true loyalty lies in controlling one's ejaculation consciously during the day, without relying on external aids but through willpower alone.
Alexander, like all men in the Empire, had grown accustomed to this small rod that swelled a little each night, much like wearing clothes, and it did not significantly impact his life. Relying on the Sacred Nightvine and his own willpower, he had never truly experienced ejaculation. This was entirely normal in the Empire—all men were expected to remain chaste for Mother Goddess, offering their first time to Her.
Who could have known that when he woke up this morning, his Sacred Nightvine had not shrunk but instead swelled further? The vine seemed to have come alive, sprouting a bud at its tip.
As Alexander helplessly recounted his story, the Holy Daughter pulled him up—her foot finally moved away, giving him some relief—and began removing his heavy armor piece by piece, as if handling a compliant doll.
The under-armor was a full-body suit made of highly elastic material, custom-fitted for each knight. It was extremely soft yet resilient, perfectly contouring every muscle curve. Aside from the slit at the crotch for convenience, it enveloped Alexander tightly from head to toe, even outlining each abdominal muscle on his stomach.
—No.
The Holy Daughter reached out and lightly tapped Alexander's lower abdomen: where his abdominal muscles should have been, it was now swollen, filled with surging, trapped fluid. It was afternoon, and Alexander had not urinated since the previous night.
When he put on his armor and led the knights on patrol as usual in the morning, every step was a struggle against the urge to urinate. The bud pressed against his underwear, rubbing and causing him to ache with hardness. He had no choice but to secretly remove his underwear in a secluded spot to continue the patrol.
After enduring this torment for most of the day, Alexander's spirit was nearing its limit. Only when the cool air hit him after removing his armor did he realize that, at some point, his lower half had become thoroughly soaked by the fluid slowly seeping from his urethra.
Shame from being exposed before the Holy Daughter and the unbearable urge to urinate intertwined, making him almost unable to stand. He could barely think straight; a fleeting thought in his mind was how pink the Holy Daughter's nails were. As those pink nails pressed, poked, and prodded his lower abdomen, his semi-erect penis fully hardened against the cold breeze.
"Ah, Your Highness, please don't..." Alexander's knees clenched, his calves weak. This unfamiliar sensation of soreness mixed with heat was both strange and terrifying to him, who had been chaste for nearly twenty years, yet he couldn't help but feel drawn to it.
He retreated under the pressure of the Holy Daughter's fingers, but his lower back hit the table, leaving him with nowhere to escape. The Holy Daughter's hand pursued relentlessly, hovering above his penis without taking further action. Though Alexander feared her, he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, offering his penis into her hand, rubbing it in confusion, lost in the mounting yet unreleasable desire, unsure of what to do next.
"Haven't you tried to remove it yourself?"
"No, that would be impious toward Mother Goddess..."
"Do you revere me more, or Mother Goddess more?"
"I... I don't... How could you ask such a ques—ah!"
The Holy Daughter actually began twisting the protruding bud of the vine with two fingers, rotating it.
The Sacred Nightvine should have been smooth as a mirror, but today, it had sprouted a bud at the tip and developed patterns along its sides that truly resembled plant vines, perhaps even a few protruding sprouts. Each protrusion ruthlessly ground against the inner wall of the urethra.
The vague discomfort Alexander had felt while walking earlier instantly transformed into endless pain after the Holy Daughter twisted the vine. Then, after she gave his testicles a punitive pinch and sharply scolded, "Stop squirming!" it morphed into a strange pleasure.
Alexander could now only lean awkwardly against the prayer table, barely standing, his legs trembling as they slid downward. His upper body had to arch backward, almost lying flat on the table. Years of training had given him a fine physique—neither thin nor overly muscular—but now every muscle was bewildered, unsure where to exert force, and his neck, exposed by the inner armor, flushed a deep red.
The pleasure emanating from between his legs made him want to squeeze them together, but the Holy Daughter was standing right between them—her Holy Daughter attire still neat and pristine—so his legs could only struggle against instinct to spread outward. His hands, tightly gripping the edge of the table, not only supported most of his body weight but also anchored him, preventing escape, compelling him to stand obediently as instructed by Her Highness, opening himself up.
The Holy Daughter pulled the Sacred Nightvine out slightly.
Alexander let out a sharp cry. The thin rod that had been thrust into his bladder, forcibly stretching the sphincter, withdrew. The sphincter returned to its post, but its closure lasted only a moment before failing. A surge of warmth flowed down the urethra. The sensation of incontinence made Alexander reflexively reach a hand to cover his crotch, but this caused him to lose balance completely, collapsing backward onto the table.
Simultaneously, his hand, which had moved to cover his crotch, froze mid-air because the incontinence did not actually occur. The pleasure of release was replaced by the familiar ache and pressure—urine had not found an exit. The Sacred Nightvine had not been fully extracted; a portion remained inside Alexander, blocking the urine.
This feeling of being on the verge of release only to be blocked back was more agonizing than simply holding it in. Alexander felt his sphincter spasming open and closed, only squeezing more urine from his bladder into the obstructed urethra. The water pressure stretched it even larger than when blocked by the Sacred Nightvine.
"It won't come out," the Holy Daughter declared.
Before her eyes, on the small exposed section of the Sacred Nightvine pulled into the air, several bud points rapidly grew and elongated, turning into branching vines. These small branch vines, in turn, grasped Alexander's penis, climbing like ivy around a plant trellis, or like a parasite struggling to anchor itself to its host.
"Ah... it's so uncomfortable... please... it's growing... feels so good..." Alexander lay sprawled on the table, his legs kicking helplessly, squeezing together then straightening out. He hugged his knees, his legs forming an 'M' shape, which, combined with his spread-open crotch, was utterly lewd and humiliating. At least, this position minimized pressure on his bladder.
However, he could no longer close his legs either—several branch vines had formed a cage, enveloping everything from the glans to the testicles, making it impossible for anyone to pull the Sacred Nightvine out again.
Moreover, these vines were forcefully pushing the main body of the Sacred Nightvine back in. Alexander gasped sharply, feeling the roots of the main vine growing inward within his urethra. He could clearly sense every extension and branching of these roots. After each division, the roots became finer, turning into soft, hair-like barbs at the tips that pricked the walls of his urethra. These roots continuously attempted to pierce through Alexander's urethra, but being too fine and soft to succeed, they could only continue growing inward, filling every space within the urethra, gradually forcing the trapped urine back into the bladder, making it more acidic and distended.
These fine, soft barbs brought Alexander dense, continuous waves of slight pain, which then transformed into pleasure. His entire attention was focused on his lower body, as if his whole being had been reduced to a single tube, helplessly twitching and convulsing, allowing the vine's roots to tease and invade, overwhelming all his other senses with waves of aching, swelling, and numbness. He could no longer suppress his loud moans.
"No... save me... Your Highness... Mother Goddess..."
The roots finally reached the end of the urethra, pricking Alexander's sphincter, once again giving him the illusion of imminent incontinence, making him instinctively squeeze his legs together.
At the same moment, a pair of small hands pressed violently on Alexander's abdomen, flattening his swollen belly. His bladder was crushed into a pancake. The sudden external pressure shattered Alexander's last resistance. He screamed as he climaxed, allowing the vine's roots to pierce into his bladder.
"Ah—! Ah... ah!"
Alexander had never experienced a true climax before. During the day, he cultivated his mind and body, preserving his chastity for Mother Goddess. At night, he was guarded by the Sacred Nightvine, not even experiencing nocturnal emissions. On the rare mornings he had an erection, feeling an inexplicable bodily heat, he would suppress that energy and vent it through martial arts training until his penis went limp.
The stimulation he received today had already surpassed the sum total of his past nearly twenty years. Being so chaste, he didn't even realize this sensation was an orgasm before he became lost in it. His penis swelled to an unprecedented size. Not a single drop of urine had been released from his bladder, yet it felt as if he had released something deep within, his entire body convulsing, white light flashing before his eyes.
He lay sprawled on the table, panting heavily, sweat pouring down like rain. It took him a long time to regain his senses. The endless sensation of holding back urine slowly reclaimed his consciousness. However, in the afterglow of the climax, the aching, distended feeling in his lower abdomen was no longer so sharp; it felt as if perceived through a hazy veil.
A sudden, tiny surge of pleasure shot up from Alexander's lower body again. He moaned once more before realizing it was the vine's roots absorbing the semen he had ejaculated. Perhaps it couldn't even be called ejaculation, as it was intercepted before being released.
He actually felt somewhat grateful to the vine for preventing him from ejaculating in front of the Holy Daughter—all semen of the Empire's men belonged to Mother Goddess, and ejaculating without permission was an extremely disrespectful act. Thinking this, he couldn't help but slap himself. Wrong was wrong; was it permissible just because the Holy Daughter didn't see it? As the most devout Knight Commander, he should not harbor such thoughts.
"Are you alright?"
The Holy Daughter had been standing by the table the whole time, supporting Alexander's upper body to prevent him from rolling off. Seeing him finally stabilize, she also breathed a sigh of relief. She took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat: "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive. You must have been in great pain when I pulled that thing out."
Alexander forced himself to sit up with his legs spread apart in an extremely awkward posture. He knelt shamefully before the Holy Daughter with his legs open, slightly bending over and leaning forward. Even though this posture once again made his bladder uncomfortable, he remained motionless, allowing the Holy Daughter to wipe his sweat. He regarded this urine-holding posture as a punishment for himself, yet his mind was in turmoil, debating whether he should confess his impious climax.
Regardless, the vine roots helped plug his bladder, so he no longer had to try to control his sphincter himself, which actually made him feel a bit more at ease.
He lowered his head: "You shouldn't apologize; it's the strange things happening to my body that have troubled you. To think you had to witness such an indecent scene..."
"No, this is what I should do as the Holy Daughter," she said, lowering her head and using her slender fingers to fiddle with the newly formed penis cage beneath Alexander. After ejaculating, Alexander's penis had softened again. The cage made of vines was highly flexible, like a soft skin covering Alexander's penis, and it drooped along with it, still fitting closely, seemingly not hindering its owner's movements.
"You just climaxed," the Holy Daughter said.
Alexander looked up in panic. But there was no disgust for the impious in the Holy Daughter's eyes: "You offered your semen to Mother Goddess's vines."
"Yes... yes," Alexander stammered.
"This is a sacred act recorded in the Great Scripture," the Holy Daughter said, gripping Alexander's testicles with her hand and squeezing hard—nothing happened. It was as if she were squeezing steel, and the vines had become rigid in the face of sudden external force.
"Mother Goddess acknowledges your contribution; she is protecting you," the Holy Daughter concluded. Any quick, forceful pinching, pushing, pulling, squeezing, or poking she attempted could no longer harm Alexander; the force was dispersed and neutralized by the vines.
But it also meant that Alexander could no longer masturbate within its confines. Originally, Alexander had relied on interacting with the Holy Daughter to distract himself. The Holy Daughter had spoken more to him today than in the past year combined. This even made him somewhat grateful for the extreme pain he had inexplicably received today.
Even when the Holy Daughter's hand did nothing, merely approaching Alexander's lower body was enough to make his mind wander and forget most of the pain and soreness. But now, Mother Goddess's vines forced Alexander to sober up through this enforced isolation. His penis was now completely cut off from the outside world.
The cage was incredibly hard on the outside, preventing him from feeling the Holy Daughter's touch and fiddling, but incredibly soft on the inside, so he also couldn't feel the cage's restraint or pressure.
His penis seemed to have entered an absolutely quiet, still space where it could freely stretch and relax. But this couldn't possibly make Alexander comfortable. After being deprived of external tactile sensations, the swelling pain from his internal bladder and the feeling of the vine's texture pressing against his urethra became exceptionally clear and impossible to relieve.
The Holy Daughter held the delicate cage restraining Alexander, carefully examining it, occasionally poking it, as if admiring some rare treasure.
Alexander couldn't feel that she was holding a part of his body; all external forces disappeared upon entering that cage. If not for the lingering soreness in his penis itself, this sensory disconnection would have made Alexander suspect he had been castrated.
Was this Mother Goddess's reward or punishment? He thought blankly.
"Your Highness, save me... I'm in agony..."
"Alexander, this is Mother Goddess's protection for you. No one can touch you; you will maintain absolute chastity, and you won't even need to worry about protecting your lower body in battle."
"But I... need to relieve myself..." Alexander forced the words through gritted teeth. He didn't believe the Holy Daughter was unaware of this, yet she pretended not to know, forcing him to say it himself.
"I saw the bud open a little," the Holy Daughter said thoughtfully.
"I have seen similar descriptions in the Great Scripture. If I'm not mistaken, the Vine feeds on your climax. Climax a few more times, offer sufficient semen to Mother Goddess, let the bud bloom, and then you will be liberated."
"Is, is that so... But like this... I can't even reach my own lower body, how could I possibly..."
Alexander's voice was cut off by the Holy Daughter's hand entering his mouth. He had to stop speaking to avoid biting her. The moment her nimble fingers forcefully scraped the root of his palate, a strange sensation almost overshadowed the pain in his abdomen.
"There are many ways to climax," the Holy Daughter said while using her other hand to undo Alexander's already loose collar, reaching in to capture his nipple. She circled the slightly swollen areola, then pinched it hard, making Alexander's scalp tingle.
A much stronger stimulation than fingers entering his mouth made him crave more, actively pushing his chest forward toward the Holy Daughter's fingers.
"I don't understand, please... please help me, Your Highness! You are the earthly representative of Mother Goddess's will, the keeper of the Great Scripture. I never imagined you would take pity on me... Actually, I have always admired... ah!"
"Focus," the Holy Daughter said, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Alexander's confession. She almost pinched Alexander's chest until it bled, smiling at him, "You are my Knight Commander, and I admire you greatly. Now, strip yourself naked and lie on the confession table."
Alexander eagerly peeled off his already somewhat loose inner armor, which was a tight-fitting bodysuit, difficult to remove even when loosened. He almost masochistically tore off the clothes stuck to his body by sweat in one go, enduring the tingling sensation on his skin, and lay naked on the confession table. His heart was filled with happiness; he felt he was offering his body to the Holy Daughter, and thus to Mother Goddess.
He heard his own heart beating fast: "You... you are truly willing to help me?"
"If you really need it—I think something like pinching your nipples you could do yourself."
Alexander grabbed the Holy Daughter's hand, guiding it to touch the vine cage beneath him. Now, he no longer saw it as torment but as an honor: "Didn't you put this on me... The grid is fine; my fingers can't reach in, but yours can..."
"It wasn't me, it was Mother Goddess. Praise Mother Goddess." The Holy Daughter's hand touched Alexander's crotch, and she pressed hard on the upright Vine cage.
The cage still protected the penis from pressure. Thus, the entire cage, along with the penis, was stiffly folded upward by the Holy Daughter and pressed down, creating a concave curve in Alexander's abdomen.
He broke out in a cold sweat instantly, nearly fainting, only hearing the Holy Daughter's voice say: "Before Mother Goddess's Vine releases you, I will not touch it; this is respect for Mother Goddess. And now, this is the punishment for your offense against Mother Goddess."
"...Your Highness, I know I was wrong..."
"You say it's punishment, but you don't seem to dislike it, masochist... I wonder if you'll climax from the pain?" The Holy Daughter let go, and Alexander's abdomen snapped back like a trampoline, bouncing the penis back. He vaguely felt a momentary pleasure akin to urination and couldn't help but moan.
"Please try... please make me climax!" Alexander, in pain and pleasure, collapsed on the confession table, writhing and begging for more. Any movement from the Holy Daughter made him gasp heavily, his legs closing and opening, his hands twitching, unable to support his body.
"No way, I haven't even done much and you're already like this. With such a sensitive body, how can you be a Temple Knight? Won't you climax in battle?" The Holy Daughter simply untied her own scarf and tied it over Alexander's head, blocking his vision.
Alexander's vision went dark. He instinctively wanted to refute the Holy Daughter's words. As the youngest Knight Commander, he naturally had his own strengths. Not to mention duels with other knights, even in the forest, in the darkness, he could maintain the strongest fighting spirit. But he didn't speak out, because he knew he could only emit moans now. More importantly, his proud sharp perception, which allowed him to continue fighting even without sight, had now become the thing he least wanted to possess.
Even in his blurred consciousness, he still instinctively perceived through hearing and touch: the Holy Daughter was lingering near his upper body. What was she looking at? Why hadn't her hand come down yet? Why wasn't she touching his chest again?
A sharp pain suddenly shot through his left chest. It was ice. The Holy Daughter had cast an ice magic spell. Alexander could feel his nipple instantly standing erect.
"Focus." An equally icy slap landed on the root of Alexander's thigh. "Don't think or anticipate. That's too boring. Empty your mind, then anticipate. I'm going to hit you fifty times. This is the second one. Count them yourself."
Alexander couldn't help but want to close his legs. The ice fragments left on his thigh root fell off with his movement. He thought of the Holy Daughter's instruction and restrained himself from moving further, but the Holy Daughter still sighed: "Do I have to tie you up to make you behave?"
"Please..."
As soon as the words fell, ice-crafted handcuffs had already formed on Alexander's limbs. The handcuffs were suspended from the ceiling, their height placing Alexander in a rather awkward situation: he couldn't sit on the confession table, his buttocks always a distance away from the table. He struggled for a while and finally found a suitable posture: kneeling on the table. This way, he could lean back slightly, using the handcuffs' force to suspend his buttocks in the air, or he could straighten his upper body, so the handcuffs wouldn't need to exert force, making it much more comfortable.
After he knelt properly, ice shackles also formed on his legs, fixing his ankles to the table.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time. Without magic, I really can't control you." The Holy Daughter said, rubbing her wrist.
This posture wasn't very secure; Alexander had a lot of room for movement.
He only understood the Holy Daughter's intention when a pain shot through his navel... The ice magic restraining his limbs had distracted him. In his perception, he was already surrounded by the aura of ice, and he could no longer discern where the Holy Daughter's stimulation was coming from.
"Remember to count."
"Three... ah!" The waist.
He remembered that the first time he met the Holy Daughter was also in winter. All the boys were raised collectively by the Sacred See. They didn't need to study or work, spending their days playing ball, roughhousing, wrestling, and racing in the courtyard. Until he accidentally bumped into someone. That was the first time in his life he had seen a girl his age. The little girl was as slender as a snowflake, but she wouldn't cry or make a fuss when injured; she would only seriously demand an apology from Alexander. She watched the boy bow, stood on tiptoe, placed her hand on his snow-covered head, and said, I forgive you.
"Four!" The sole of the foot.
Later, Alexander learned she was the Archbishopess's adopted daughter, the only girl within the Sacred See. She was different from them; she would become the Holy Daughter. The Holy Daughter used spirit, not body, as the source of her power. The Archbishopess, judges, even the Great Scripture... She always wore a snow-white uniform, drawing knowledge from all the unreachable people and things, but she would still smile and nod when she saw him again.
"Ah, ah, five!" The abdomen.
The first time she practiced magic, she made a sword out of ice. The boys treated it as a duel prize. Alexander won. Afraid the ice would melt, he swallowed it into his stomach. It was as cold then as it is now. Back then, she wasn't called "Your Highness" yet; she would only shake the icicles on his clothes and say, idiot, magical ice can remain solid as long as there's magic.
"Six!" The tailbone.
Later, he read many books and became the only male scholar of his class. He was permitted to continue residing in the Sacred See after adulthood, obtained his knight certification, and even mastered the qualification to use magic. Yet by the time he became the Knight Commander, Her Highness the Holy Daughter no longer called him "little Lex."
"Seven!" Left chest.
Alexander did not understand the meaning of this; for him, the only significance of the whipping was that the one administering it was the Holy Daughter. Otherwise, could whipping truly bring pleasure?
The locations where the strikes fell were completely irregular. Alexander would tremble at each instant the icy touch landed, reflexively wanting to escape, and the Holy Daughter did not stop him. After all, the ice chains restricted his movement; he couldn't truly get away, only swinging beneath the chains.
Under the restraint of the ankle chains, he involuntarily clamped his legs together, and then immediately, a punishment of varying severity would fall on his inner thighs. If he stuck out his buttocks, then his buttocks would be struck. If he instinctively puffed out his chest, then it was his chest.
"Seventeen...!" He began to have the illusion that it was only after he spoke the number himself that the Holy Daughter would continue striking him.
Gradually, he developed another sensation: the ice crystals covering his skin shattered into countless tiny ice particles, each too small to cause real pain, only capable of bringing a dense, prickling itch. Along with it, a cold numbness spread from the points of contact.
He tried hard to focus on the feeling. The chest was the most sensitive; those ice shards seemed to invade his milk ducts, then melted into puddles near his nipples, as if producing milk.
"Twenty-two..."
He truly wished this icy sensation could come closer, deeper, penetrating to the bone, to alleviate the itch deep within his marrow.
When unable to see, all other senses became exceptionally sharp. Alexander could hear the sound of the Holy Daughter moving around him, her stray hairs brushing against his skin. She approached him, bringing unpredictable, irresistible excitement.
The Holy Daughter suddenly stopped. Alexander, having tasted the pleasure, wanted to urge her on, but forgot what number he had reached. A cold sweat broke out instantly. Was it twenty-nine or thirty-three? Had he miscounted earlier, and that was why the Holy Daughter stopped?
"Good, you realized your mistake, but punishment is still necessary." The Holy Daughter lightly tapped his abdomen.
Piercing cold gathered in his abdomen, freezing the liquid within Alexander's bladder.
"Your Highness?!" He couldn't help but cry out in shock, leaning back, the ice chains creaking as they swayed. But the cold still rapidly solidified inside him, the water balloon that could burst his belly at any moment turning into a solid ball of ice. Its volume expanded, adding external pressure along with the cold.
None of this had made Alexander lose composure so much; for him, the most important thing was that the invading vine roots inside his bladder thrashed wildly as if offended, convulsing along his bladder wall. Alexander cried out in pain, trembling all over. He wanted to reach out and cover his abdomen, but his hands were bound by the ice chains.
Once his struggles subsided slightly, the full weight of this heavy ball pressed entirely onto his prostate. He couldn't distinguish whether it was the immense pleasure of his prostate being compressed or the agonizing pressure and fullness within his bladder. Alexander's voice immediately changed pitch.
"This is your constitution; every punishment can be turned into a reward by you." The Holy Daughter increased her magical power transmission. The vine roots retreated step by step, finally settling down within Alexander's bladder, trembling under the Holy Daughter's powerful magical pressure.
This subtle trembling raised Alexander's moans another octave. The intense pleasure that surged after the pain was almost too overwhelming to bear. He wanted to urge the Holy Daughter to continue, to use strikes on new areas to distract himself, but his mind was already muddled by the pleasure, unable to recall a single number.
"Your Highness... I'm about to..."
He felt he was about to climax.
The Holy Daughter removed her hand from his abdomen. The trembling of the vine roots gradually subsided. Alexander was stopped just as he was about to climax. The residual pleasure ebbed away wave by wave, turning into an unbearable torment.
"Give me..."
"Count to fifty."
Alexander craved orgasm. This craving no longer stemmed from his guess that the Holy Daughter would "release the urethral restraint after orgasm," but from the orgasm itself. His abdomen, dotted with ice shards large and small, flushed red once more. His entire upper body tensed straight from the inability to climax, even his toes curling.
"Thirty," he whispered a number, his voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.
"Wrong."
"Twenty-eight..."
"Wrong."
"Thirty-three... please..."
The Holy Daughter even took a step back. "Wrong."
Alexander understood her meaning. Painfully, incredulously, he started counting from the beginning: "One."
The response was a strike on his buttocks: "Clever boy, continue."
Hoarsely, Alexander counted from one. He couldn't help but arch his buttocks backward, lifting them high enough in a rather comical posture to try and lessen the torment of the bladder's ice ball pressing on his prostate. Even this couldn't suppress the desire hovering on the edge of climax. He counted rapidly. The Holy Daughter did not trouble him further, and her strikes were swift as well.
Relax, forget everything, and anticipate.
When he finished counting to fifty again, he finally vaguely understood that feeling.
The Holy Daughter rubbed his head in praise: "Good boy, I knew you could do it."
This was a purely non-sexually suggestive action. Alexander's heart warmed because of it. His posture was strange, but the Holy Daughter didn't care; she praised him sincerely from the heart. If he had a tail, it would be wagging furiously right now.
"A good boy deserves a reward."
The cloth blindfolding Alexander's eyes was removed by the Holy Daughter. He blinked, adjusting to the darkness, and finally saw clearly what the Holy Daughter held in her hand.
It was a long, slender needle made of condensed ice.
The Holy Daughter pressed the ice needle against Alexander's swollen, reddened nipple, and with little effort, pierced it through.
Alexander watched fervently, feeling his reward.
One side, then the other. His two nipples were skewered together by a slender ice needle.
As excruciating pain shot through his nipples, Alexander achieved his second climax of the day.
This climax came faster than the first. It was as if he had been lingering just one step from the summit for a long time, needing only that final push, or like leaping off the edge of a cliff after reaching its brink. Alexander held his breath, feeling the joy radiating from his body was enough to melt all the solid ice.
In a wondrous state of warmth and icy numbness, he clearly felt, with this climax, the vine roots poking around in his urethra, finally finding the branching channel to pump out semen. They grew toward his ejaculatory ducts, plunging into his seminal vesicles.
The Holy Daughter looked down at the flower bud: "Progress is slow. You need many more climaxes, Alexander. Many more."
Alexander just continued smiling, enjoying the pleasure of the vine's fine roots spreading through his sensitive areas. The feeling of climax was so good, he even began to fear that once this knot was untied, the Holy Daughter would no longer help him.
He wished to climb to more climaxes with the Holy Daughter.
"I like this..."
Something squeezed into his anus.
It took Alexander a few seconds to realize it was the Holy Daughter's finger. He blinked hard, squeezing out physiological tears to refocus his eyes. He found himself still with his hands bound, his back twisted to one side, leaning against the standing Holy Daughter. And the Holy Daughter bent down, inserting her hand into his anus right before his eyes.
She did not remove her glove.
In an instant, countless images of the Holy Daughter, wearing pristine white gloves with hands clasped in prayer, flooded Alexander's mind. And now, that slender yet divinely communicative finger was sinking into his body. The Holy Daughter's other fingers pressed against his tailbone, sending a tingling, numbing sensation shooting up into his brain.
The Holy Daughter's fingers danced within Alexander's rectum, amplifying his cries. If his bladder had originally been an elastic water balloon, each of the Holy Daughter's strikes could send turbulent waves crashing inside. Now, his bladder had become an ice ball. The Holy Daughter's actions, through the walls and the bladder wall, slowly shattered the ice within, turning the frozen mass into icy shards.
If he had endured this upon waking this morning, Alexander would have fainted dead away. But now, he was merely in a state of pain and pleasure, letting out continuous, wanton moans, wanting to please the Holy Daughter.
"Ah... ah... Your Highness... right there..."
A new, sore ache emerged amidst the turbulent waves. Alexander felt his bladder become even more crowded. He knew it was an illusion; the icy shards in his bladder hadn't increased. It was something else trying to force its way into his urethra.
The Holy Daughter pressed against his prostate. The already activated gland immediately resumed its dutiful secretion of prostatic fluid. But with both the urethra and the ejaculatory duct blocked, Alexander's prostate swelled up like his bladder. Unlike the bladder, however, every new stimulus to the prostate—whether from bladder pressure, finger pressure, or its own activity—caused it to continue secreting fluid. This created a vicious cycle.
Alexander began to involuntarily twist his hips. Bound by the ice chains, he pressed himself backward, repeatedly thrusting his buttocks against the Holy Daughter's fingers. Each time she struck his prostate, the pleasure would momentarily overwhelm the agony of being unable to release. But as the pleasure receded, he would let out a mournful cry, plunging into the next round of pursuit.
With his last shred of consciousness, he struggled to speak: "...Give it to me... I want to climax..."
"Squeeze your own chest."
The Holy Daughter leaned forward at a steep angle, causing Alexander, who was leaning against her, to bend over as well. He should have reached out to brace himself on the table, but instead, he obediently pinched his own chest, pulling on the ice-made nipple piercing, letting out wanton moans.
"Please... I want to..."
In the next instant, an intense electric current shot through Alexander's prostate. The Holy Daughter's gloves were equipped with electrodes; when triggered in the air, they could even produce visible arcs of electricity. And now, with her finger pressed against the middle of Alexander's rectum, the current flowed directly into his prostate.
Alexander screamed, his anus convulsing, and he climaxed instantly.
Each contraction of his anus brought violent tremors throughout his abdomen. Alexander's bladder, filled with icy shards, groaned under the strain. But the climax continued unrelentingly—a second wave, a third... utterly destroying his ability to think. His expression gradually shifted from pleasure to pain.
He began to struggle, wanting to escape the terrifying electric shock behind him. But the ankle chains restricted his movement. His legs gave way, and he fell back, impaling himself even deeper onto the Holy Daughter's electrified fingertip.
Alexander's legs trembled. The Holy Daughter placed her other hand on his distended abdomen, threateningly tightening her grip. If he moved forward, his bladder would be squeezed. If he moved back, he would drive his prostate even deeper into the Holy Daughter's hand.
He was stuck in the middle, unable to sit or kneel properly. This was an extremely difficult posture to maintain, placing high demands on core strength. Alexander's original physical fitness would have been more than sufficient for this, but he was tormented by physiological desires, his hands hoisted up, painfully constricted and numb, his feet weighed down by the ice chains, slipping weakly.
"Please..." he murmured through tear-blurred eyes, unsure whether he was begging the Holy Daughter to stop or to continue.
Wave after wave of overwhelming orgasms occupied his mind, scattering his desires and cravings. He vaguely understood what he feared, yet simultaneously yearned for it to arrive sooner.
The Holy Daughter heard his plea, gave a slight nod, and activated the electrodes on the glove covering Alexander's lower abdomen.
Arcs of electricity crackled between the two hands, flashing through Alexander's bladder, prostate, urethra, and intestines. His entire lower body, from front to back, inside and out, was engulfed by the current. This electricity drove his prostate and bulbourethral glands into a frenzy of mucus secretion, and finally broke through the constraints of the vine cage, allowing his isolated penis to feel pain from within.
Alexander could no longer speak. All his senses had vanished, leaving only the electricity, endless electricity. Excitement, pain, pleasure, orgasm. Endless orgasms.
Each orgasm caused the Sacred Nightvine bud to open a little more. Finally, after one particular climax, the bud fully bloomed.
The center of the large crimson flower had no stamen, only a small hole. The next second, urine pent up all day shot out from that hole.
The Holy Daughter had already moved aside.
Alexander was gradually roused by the sensation of incontinence. He found himself lying in a puddle of urine, the flower beneath him still spraying it out uncontrollably. Alexander had no control; his sphincter had been forced open. Meanwhile, high-voltage currents still flowed through his abdomen and rear passage. He was utterly unable to control his body, convulsing all over, rolling his eyes back as he continued to climax.
He soon lost consciousness again.
When Alexander opened his eyes again, he had no idea how much time had passed. The confessional was empty; the Holy Daughter had long since departed. Only the stench of sex and the pungent odor of urine lingered persistently in the room.
Not a single muscle in his body wasn't aching and sore. It took him several minutes to prop up his upper body. He discovered the ice needles piercing his nipples had long since melted, and the wounds were almost scabbed over.
If not for the soft cage still encasing his crotch, he would have suspected it was all a dream.
Now, the vine cage remained as impenetrable as when the Holy Daughter was present, soft yet resilient. The bloomed bud had transformed into a harmless little umbrella pressed against his glans. The internal Sacred Nightvine rod seemed to have retracted to its daytime size, like a fine thread, no longer obstructing his excretion.
But Alexander understood this devil had only temporarily spared him. It could return at any moment, swelling and extending within him again, stripping him of all will, reducing him to a slave of desire.
He was still shaken with fear.
Alexander found a note on the floor.
"You owe me a pair of gloves. Clean up the room and come see me after your patrol tonight. We'll discuss how to handle your situation."
He couldn't help but clench his rear passage: two fingers of that glove were still inserted inside him, intermittently discharging electricity.
The glove in front had slipped to one side, no longer in contact with Alexander's skin. Alexander pressed it back against his abdomen and instantly felt crackling currents coursing through his entire lower body.
Perhaps because the battery had run low over time, the electrical currents on both sides had weakened considerably. There was some stimulation, but not enough to make him lose composure. Alexander comfortably savored the electric currents, imagining it was Her Holiness the Holy Daughter caressing him, whipping him, punching his abdomen, and prodding his rear hole. Even just imagining this was enough to make him erect again.
Alexander wiped himself clean, keeping the cage on the front and the glove clamped in the back, then put on his clothes over them. When fastening his armor, he nearly misaligned it due to the intense electric shocks in his rear hole. Unperturbed, Alexander tightened his buttocks and continued working.
He still wasn't wearing underwear, so he needed to be constantly careful to keep his buttocks tightly clenched during tonight's patrol to prevent the Holy Daughter's glove from falling out.