Warrior Training System

Brigid stepped out of the confessional chamber, her face flushed—partly from anger, partly from the sounds she’d just heard. Her grandmother’s moans still echoed in her ears, shameless and loud, without a hint of restraint. She didn’t seem to care if anyone heard her... but Brigid did. This could ruin their family’s name.
A cardinal of the cult—one of the highest positions, revered by millions—having sex inside one of the holiest chambers, second only to the Temple of the Dark Lord himself? It was unthinkable. A disgrace that would shake their house to its core.
Keeping her expression steady, Brigid stepped forward and addressed the gathered followers. "Apologies," she said calmly. "It seems the Cardinal is too tired to hear any more confessions today. Another session will be held soon, so all of you, our Lord’s devoted followers, may communicate with Him then."
Many in line looked disappointed— even the bishop— but all simply nodded and began to leave. Before anyone could ask further questions, Brigid shut the door behind them. She let out a long sigh of relief, though her eyes flicked back to the confessional chamber. The moans had stopped escaping the walls, but she was certain they were still at it. After all, this was Cassian she was dealing with.
"That bastard," she muttered under her breath, her irritation flaring as she stormed back into the chamber. The air was thick with muffled moans, wet kisses, and the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin.
Her face burned red—half from anger, half from embarrassment. Clenching her fists, she snapped, "You two filthy animals... stop this instant!"
The words hit like a whip—everything inside fell silent at once.
"Brigid?" Cassian’s surprised voice broke the silence.
"You bastard, I’m going to kill you," Brigid snapped, her tone sharp with anger.
Cassian let out a low chuckle, settling back into his seat with Analisa still in his arms — his cock still buried inside her. She looked dazed, barely conscious, as he exhaled in mild relief. "Damn, you almost scared my dick limp," he muttered, sounding more amused than apologetic.
That only made Brigid’s temper flare hotter. If he was that startled now, what about when she’d walked in earlier? Cassian grinned, glancing down at Analisa. "That would’ve disappointed your grandma so much, you know?"
Analisa, now coming back to her senses, looked mortified. She buried her face in Cassian’s neck, clutching him tightly as if to hide herself — her bare chest pressing against him, her body trembling, avoiding Brigid’s furious gaze.
The room had gone so silent it almost seemed like Cassian was the only one there — no sign of the woman who’d been moaning so shamelessly just moments ago. Analisa wished that were true.
she thought, face burning red. She’d shared stories of her fantasies and past affairs with Brigid before, sure — but never had she actually
while her own granddaughter was just on the other side of the room.
"What about the person who came in before me?" Brigid asked, her smile sharp and dangerous.
Analisa froze, eyes widening. Cassian, on the other hand, just sighed. "No idea. But it kinda made me harder, not gonna lie."
That earned him a furious glare from Analisa — though deep down, she couldn’t deny the truth. Hearing footsteps while being fucked like that
made her shiver harder. Still, now she truly regretted it.
"You’re an asshole," Brigid snapped, her tone laced with righteous anger. "You should be thanking the Lord — the same Lord whose holy place you two just defiled with your lust!"
Analisa’s shame deepened even further, her body trembling. And yet, despite her mortification, she couldn’t bring herself to move — couldn’t lift herself off Cassian’s lap, even as his cock still throbbed deep inside her, her folds clenched around it in guilty reflex.
"That it was
who heard you two fucking like animals..." Brigid snapped, her voice shaking with anger and disbelief.
Cassian only gave a careless shrug. "Then it’s fine. Nothing went wrong." His tone was utterly nonchalant, like they were discussing the weather. His hands were already back on Analisa’s ass, kneading and moving her again.
"Ah—ngh..." Analisa couldn’t hold back a moan, biting her lip hard as her body betrayed her.
Brigid’s face flushed crimson, her temper snapping. "I said stop it! If
won’t, at least
can, Grandma!" The words tumbled out before she could even process them — something she never imagined she’d have to say to her own grandmother.
Analisa’s cheeks burned red as she struggled to stifle her moans, her breath shaky. Cassian’s hands kept guiding her hips up and down, and though she wasn’t the one moving, she didn’t bother to defend herself.
"I’m not doing anything, Brigid... he’s making me do it," she said between gasps, voice trembling.
"Then stop him
" Brigid snapped, her irritation spiking as she heard the quickening rhythm of Analisa’s breathing again.
Analisa looked conflicted, torn between shame and desire. Cassian caught her gaze and smirked, finally lifting his hands off her hips — wordlessly daring her to choose for herself whether to stop or keep going.
She knew that if she stopped now, Cassian would just make her beg for it again — and next time, it would be longer, crueler, and far more humiliating.
Instead of stopping, Analisa ignored Brigid’s command entirely. A guilty smile tugged at her lips as she whispered, breath trembling, "I can’t... he’s not letting me..." Yet even as she spoke, her body betrayed her — her hips lifted, then sank again with a soft, broken moan. Her eyes fluttered shut, face flushed deep with shame, but the hunger twisting inside her refused to fade... even with her own granddaughter on other side of room.
"You bastard! I just covered for you once — I’m not doing it again! Stop screwing around!" Brigid snapped, her voice sharp with anger.
Cassian only smirked, lowering his mouth to Analisa’s swaying breasts and murmuring against her skin, "Then come in and stop me yourself..."