Chapter 18: Acting
Chapter 18: Acting
A prison cell somewhere deep beneath the Beni Monastery. Valerie had been maintaining a state of constant tension throughout her nearly two-week-long imprisonment.
‘Sister... Saintess... is everyone safe? This is all my fault.’
It was her own oversight that had led to her capture. Lakeside was a branch where many peculiar circumstances had been detected for some time.
However, there had been no physical evidence to confirm these suspicions, and everyone dispatched to investigate had denied the central authority's doubts as if they had all coordinated their stories.
It was Archbishop Bonaparte who had brought up the matter, which could have otherwise ended as a mere incident. He had dared to invoke the name of the previous Saintess to demand direct action from the Saintess's faction, and as a result, Valerie, a close aide, had been dispatched here.
Because of that, Valerie had a duty to investigate this place and return without any trouble. Only then could she prove the steadfastness of the Saintess's faction amidst the checks and balances of the opposing faction.
However, while it was good that she had discovered the Lakeside branch of the Divine Cult was actually a front for the Demon God Cult, she had been captured at the same time.
‘If only I hadn't uncovered the true nature of the Demon God Cult.’
If she had just taken a quick look and joined the Saintess, their movements might have gone unnoticed, but at least things wouldn't have escalated into this worst-case scenario.
If her capture as a prisoner were to be discovered, it would not only tarnish the Saintess's honor but also damage her family and undoubtedly influence the upcoming papal election.
At the very least, she had been able to write a letter a few days ago stating she was safe, which bought her some time.
Since their intention was also to cover up the incident, their interests aligned in preventing the dispatch of additional personnel to find the missing Valerie.
Still, no clear solution was in sight. The best possible outcome she could hope for was some kind of agreement.
There was no chance that the Saintess's faction, which was suffering from a shortage of manpower, would send additional forces to rescue her.
‘But an agreement with the Demon Race...’
As long as Valerie was protected by the Saintess's Blessing, they had no way to win her over like the other envoys.
Knowing she was a close aide to the Saintess, they couldn't kill her or leave her crippled; their only option was mental obedience. Thus, Valerie only had to endure things that were somewhat shameful and uncomfortable.
Seeing as there had been no interrogations or torture for the past few days, perhaps they were discussing things internally. Valerie thought that they would likely come to discuss an agreement.
"Walk straight."
One day, while she was deep in thought, Valerie saw two nuns and a man being dragged along behind them.
The nuns' habits were the same skin-tight outfits Valerie was currently wearing as her prisoner uniform.
She hadn't had the chance to see them from a distance before, but they were truly shameless outfits—so lewd it was hard to believe they were meant to be habits.
The man being dragged between them, unable to walk properly, appeared to be at least a commoner, judging by his neat appearance and clothes.
Perhaps he was a priest who, like her, had been dragged here after seeing the true nature of the Demon God Cult.
However, instead of the empty cell right next door, the door to Valerie's cell opened, and they threw the man inside.
"W-Wait a moment. This person is a man!"
When she called out to stop the nun who was about to turn away after tossing the man onto the bed, the nun glanced at Valerie and the man and sneered.
"We're doing you a favor so you can have a happy time, Sister."
"Who are you calling 'sister' from the Demon God Cult? And this person looks ill..."
"Then, please enjoy yourself."
The blonde nun flashed a seductive smile that even Valerie found herself momentarily captivated by, then leisurely walked out of the prison.
The ten-square-meter cell was a comfortable environment for a prison, with a bed, a desk, and a partitioned toilet and sink. That didn't change just because one more adult male had entered.
But in Valerie's twenty-two years of life, this was the first time she had been so close to a man, let alone alone with one in a cramped room.
Even though she didn't want to, her eyes were drawn to the man lying on the bed, and she found herself observing his body, which looked sturdy compared to her own slender limbs.
To think that her lack of immunity to men would hold her back even in a prison situation... She began to regret not meeting men within the limits allowed for a nun, as her sister had suggested.
He was groaning in pain, and his condition seemed poor, as if he were in great discomfort. When sweat began to pour from his forehead like rain, Valerie couldn't just stand by.
"To leave a patient like this neglected in a cell..."
He seemed to be in pain in his abdominal area, so she lightly lifted his shirt to check, but there were no external injuries. As she examined his complexion again, Valerie realized that the place where he was hurting wasn't his abdomen, but a bit lower.
She had seen a man's abdomen from a distance before, but the space between the lower abdomen and the thighs was an unknown world she had never seen.
The man groaned in agony as if urging the hesitating Valerie. She was not cold-blooded enough to uphold morality and the rules of a nun in front of a person in pain.
"I'll... just take off your pants... just your pants..."
Carefully, with the caution of someone touching a wild beast, Valerie unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down from his waist.
She felt an inexplicable sensation at the silhouette revealed through his underwear and the fierce scent emanating from him. A sharp sensation tickled her nose, accompanied by a surge of emotion.
"I-Is this a man's..."
From the silhouette of his cock, she could gauge a size that felt far removed from the knowledge she had read in books.
She tried not to pay attention to the phallus she had never seen before, but the source of the man's pain seemed to be exactly where she suspected.
‘Ah... please forgive me, Saintess.’
After offering a prayer of apology in advance, she pulled down his underwear, and his suppressed cock stood tall.
Its length, which rivaled the size of Valerie's small face, made it clear that the person before her was undeniably a male, completely different from herself.
As the body odor that had been suppressed beneath his underwear wafted out, Valerie felt dizzy. She felt as if her head would go crazy if she smelled this pungent yet somehow addictive scent for too long.
"This is... demonic energy?! What on earth did they do?"
Now was not the time to be lost in her impressions of a male organ she was seeing for the first time. A terrible demonic energy could be felt from the man's genitals.
If she assumed the gold and brown-haired nuns she had seen earlier were succubi, his current state and the affected area made sense.
How despicable. Both the act of playing with a person's life and the obvious plan to shake her heart because they had no way to win over a captured prisoner were equally unpleasant.
But even so, there was nothing Valerie could do. In a special cell designed so that neither magic nor prayer could be used inside, even she, a nun, could only watch his suffering.
‘There is... just one way...’
There was exactly one means she could use. The current cell was a room that prevented the use of magic and prayer, but it did not have the ability to nullify what had already been activated.
Therefore, if it were the Holy Gate engraved with the Saintess's Blessing, it should be able to remove or neutralize the demonic energy that had burrowed into his male organ. However, the place where the Holy Gate was engraved was not an ordinary area.
Was it right to perform such a dangerous gamble, involving her strictly guarded first experience, for a total stranger? If all of this was a trap, her two weeks of suffering would all go to waste.
"I'm... sorry... don't... mind me... Uuugh."
She wished he hadn't said anything. If he hadn't, she would have at least agonized over it longer. Valerie felt a strange resentment toward the innocent victim's consideration.
Taking a deep breath, Valerie steeled her heart. The Holy Gate was the Saintess's Blessing and a miracle. If it were something that could be easily broken, they wouldn't have left it alone.
And right now, if she turned away from someone suffering like this for the sake of her purity, she couldn't call herself a nun of the Saintess's faction.
Valerie lifted her fluttering front hem, revealing her lower body clad in a thong she could never get used to.
Since she was embarrassed to take off her underwear in front of a man, she merely moved the thong aside to reveal her vulva.
Though she had lost her hymen due to the lust demons' torture, this was, in any case, her first actual experience with a man.
She felt like collapsing from the shame rising to the top of her head, but that wouldn't solve the current situation.
"I'll make you feel better."
She couldn't believe her own appearance, vulgarly spreading her genitals with her index and middle fingers over the man, but she somehow soothed her heart and slowly lowered her hips.
As the turtle-shaped glans touched her vulva and began to push inside, Valerie hesitated from the pain, but then—shloop. Suddenly, the cock pierced through her flesh and was inserted all the way to the root.
"I'm... sorry..."
It was the man who had thrust his hips upward. Whether he couldn't endure the stimulation of his sensitive organ or not, he had thrust from below and was now covering his face as if feeling guilty for his actions.
The pain and pleasure were neutralized by the power of the Holy Gate. So it was fine. He probably hadn't done it on purpose. Beneath Valerie, who was comforting herself, the man...
The man was ejaculating.
Gush, gush. The semen, which seemed to flood in without end, poured toward her womb before hitting the Holy Gate and flowing back, soaking both of their crotches.