The Delinquent Trains(?) the Saintess (2)

“Hehe, hehe…♡”

Iris felt a tingling pleasure from the feel of the collar around her neck.

‘Ah… this feels so good…♡’

At first, she’d been flustered when told she had to come to the academy. Worried, too.

But.

‘If I could meet a man like this on my very first day, I’m so glad I came.’

It wasn’t as though she’d had a choice anyway; she had to go wherever the Pope decided.

‘Maybe I could even have a real relationship with this man!’

Right?

He must have suggested this kind of play out of the blue because he liked her too, right...