Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: This Absolutely Isn't My Will... (1)
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Has it been about a week? I couldn't say exactly how long it's been, but it had to be around that much. Nothing particularly noteworthy had happened in the meantime, and I'd spent most of my time lying in bed.
Truth be told, I just hadn't mentioned it, but by the third or fourth day, the muscle pain had vanished and my overall stamina had mostly returned. At this point, I was basically back to my normal self.
Normally, as Bishop Lisa had instructed, I should have rested completely for a few weeks without doing a thing. But thanks to my character's exceptional recovery ability, vitality started surging through my body with each passing day.
The plan was to keep pretending to be sick, rest up thoroughly, steadily lower my Corruption Value through prayer in the meantime, and then return to the church... but...
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Your concentration has been disrupted. All prayers up to now have been nullified. "Argh... damn it..."
Another window popped up before my eyes, and I let out a dejected curse.
"Ahh... why can't I focus?"
With a sigh laced with lament, I clutched a fistful of my hair and flopped back in resignation.
Honestly, I felt like I was going insane. It was one thing if it never worked from the start, but getting interrupted midway like this made my mind go hazy.
So, what was causing all this...?
The cause was obvious. Thanks to that damn Corruption Value, my head was overflowing with stray thoughts, like my brain was about to explode.
The principle of prayer is to empty your mind and offer up your wishes, but my thoughts kept veering into improper territory midway through. Even I was frustrated by it.
"Haa... I want to have sex..."
At this point, I wasn't even sure what I was saying anymore. Was it because I'd been holding out for days on end? Pretty much my entire body felt occupied by my dick. I couldn't even jerk off, so I was forcing myself to endure, but I wondered if I'd pass out from anemia at this rate.
Of course, with my ridiculous recovery ability, collapsing was out of the question. If anything, that just made it more torturous.
"Hngh... Should I just grab any believer who passes by and beg for a quick release? This is too much..."
I knew it was something no decent person should do, but in my current state, I wasn't in my right mind to judge. My erection was screaming for mercy right now, and instinct overriding reason was inevitable.
Knock knock-
"Priest? I've brought your meal. May I come in?"
As I was clawing at my head and groaning, a woman's voice suddenly rang out. I lifted my head slightly and turned toward the source.
Speak of the devil...
Hearing the believer's voice, I hurriedly straightened my clothes and immediately told her to come in.
Yeah... just once... only once.
I didn't want to do it either, but there was no choice. If I kept this up, I'd turn into a beast rather than a person. It bothered me to use the authority God had granted me to exploit the believers, but what could I do? Survival came first.
"Is your body feeling any better, Priest?"
"Yes... haha... I'm sorry for worrying you so much."
"No, no. We just want you to recover quickly. We're worried."
A kind-hearted believer entered with a warm smile, carrying a bowl of porridge. She pulled over a nearby chair and quietly sat beside me.
She's pretty...
Up close, her beauty struck me even harder.
She must have always been cute and pretty, but under the grip of lust, she looked especially stunning today.
Harboring dark intentions, I watched her every move intently.
"Um... porridge again?"
"...Priest Isaiah, I know it's not appetizing, but Bishop Lisa insisted on porridge just in case, at least until today. Please bear with it this once."
"Okay..."
How could I coax her into letting me pounce?
In theory, seducing her with my body wasn't impossible, but I lacked the confidence to pull it off. There was no guarantee of success, so I just waited for an opportunity like a baby bird, letting her spoon the porridge into my mouth.
"Ah! Hot...!"
"Oh! S-sorry. I should have blown on it for you..."
"Cough! Cough! No... it's fine."
The burning pain on my tongue jolted me alert, and I coughed reflexively.
She hadn't expected it to be that hot either. Still, she belatedly tried to fix it, blowing on the spoon to cool the porridge. What good was closing the barn door after the horse was gone? But I had no intention of scolding her when she already looked so apologetic.
"Your tongue isn't burned, is it? I'm so sorry. I should have been more careful..."
"It's okay. I was just... startled a bit."
"R-really? Phew... that's a relief."
Once she confirmed I was unhurt, she let out a sigh of relief.
As if determined not to make the same mistake twice, she blew on the spoon dozens of times until the porridge was thoroughly cooled before carefully feeding it to me.
"Here. It shouldn't be hot now."
"Ah, yes... mmph..."
Mm... hmm... ah...
Ugh...
It had that very "healthy" taste that made bile rise in my throat. Couldn't they have added even a little seasoning?
I wanted to complain, but I knew the response would be something predictable like "It's for your health." So, I silently accepted whatever she fed me.
Anyway... enough about that nonsense. More importantly... what was this woman's name again...?
I'd seen her pass by occasionally, but I couldn't quite remember. With hundreds of faces to see in a day, memorizing them all was a feat in itself.
Still, I felt like I'd heard her name once before... what was it...?
It was on the tip of my tongue, but not quite...
"Ah... um... is it? Believer Masha? Right?"
"Pardon? Oh, yes... that's me. For you to remember me, Priest... it's an honor."
Her eyes widened like saucers, clearly not expecting me to call her name. I'd been half-guessing, but it worked out.
And... that wasn't what mattered right now. I leaned slightly toward her, flashing a lustful grin.
My eyes blatantly betrayed my sordid desires. Pretending to be frail—which I wasn't good at—I gently leaned on her arm to seduce her.
"P-Priest!?"
Masha the believer flinched in shock at my sudden behavior.
Ignoring her, I pressed my nose to her skin and deeply inhaled her scent. The intoxicating aroma made my whole body shudder as if it were ravishing my brain.
Haa... I can't hold back anymore...
The last remnants of rational thought in my brain were utterly shattered by my dick. Now... I didn't care. Even if it meant getting beaten, I just wanted someone to deal with my cock quickly.
"Are you okay!? I'll fetch the bishop right away..."
"Don't go."
"Pardon?"
"Heal me, Believer Masha."
"Uh... pardon?"
Her face wrinkled in confusion at my words. She had no Divine Power—how could she heal? But that wasn't the point anyway.
I gripped her arm as she tried to leave, glaring at her with bloodshot eyes. Sensing something off, she swallowed hard.
"Th-the bishop would be better suited to..."
"No... it has to be you, Believer Masha."
"But I don't have Divine Power."
"I don't need that."
"Pardon?"
This is why chicks like her are no good. I'd laid it on this thick—why couldn't she take the hint? How much more did I have to serve up on a platter?
Haa... fine, if she won't come to me, I'll go to her. With my free hand, I yanked down my pants, carefully freeing the thing that had been trapped in darkness.
"Wh-what is this...?"
"Believer Masha... my dick hurts so much..."
"..."
Masha froze solid, utterly flustered. Caught off guard by the unexpected turn, she seemed half out of it.
"So please... help me out."
"..."
She stared down at me with an expression that couldn't tell dream from reality. Finally, her stiff lips barely moved.
"Priest? You want me to help you with...?"
"What? Don't you want to?"
"N-no! It's not that... gulp..."
Her eyes locked onto my cock, glistening with precum from days without release, as if she'd been mesmerized. Breathing irregularly, she muttered something in a voice so soft only she could hear.
"So the rumors were true..."
"Pardon? What was that...?"
"N-nothing."
Something about her words bugged me, but she said it too quietly to catch.
Whatever—it probably wasn't important. More pressingly, I was reaching my limit, so it was time to move to the next step.
"So... could you... help treat me?"