Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: 10. Believer, Serve Me. (1)
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Ah… shit, what the hell did I do….
By the time I came to my senses, the water was already spilled. My whole body was drenched in the devotee Masha's fluids, and the bedsheet looked like it'd been soaked with piss, forming massive continents. No one seeing this would mistake it for anything but the aftermath of sex….
H-How long was I out….
I'd been wrung out like a rag by devotee Masha until I blacked out at some point.
Small mercy: judging by how the sun hadn't moved much, it didn't seem like much time had passed…. I gritted my teeth and shifted my gaze to her, sprawled out spread-eagled, sleeping peacefully.
"Ahmm… Priest… cock… ahh…"
Now she's even fucking in her dreams? I had to admit, their stamina was something else.
Smack-
"Eek!"
In a panic, I slapped her stomach hard enough to make a sound. Her eyes snapped open with a weird yelp, and she stared up at me with hazy eyes, like she had no idea what was going on.
No, if you're gonna sleep, clean up first. Not even scared of getting caught?
This was Bishop Lisa's private on-duty room, even if I was the only one using it right now. If anyone caught us today on top of everything else, we'd be done for—bones and all.
"What are you doing? Get up quick. We gotta clean before anyone sees!"
"Huh? Wha? Cl-clean?"
Devotee Masha, still drooling like her soul had left her body. I hopped out of bed fast and flung the window wide open.
"Whoa? P-Priest, you're walking!"
Her mouth dropped open in shock at me moving around. Fair enough—I'd just lied about not being able to walk, and here I was, fine as could be.
But that wasn't the priority. Frowning hard, I snapped in a sharp tone.
"I can walk. So get up and start with the sheets. If the Bishop sees this, we're both dead!"
"R-Right! Yes!"
Finally registering my expression and the gravity of it, devotee Masha scrambled up. We peeled off the soaked sheets and frantically cleaned the room.
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Whew…. Thought I was gonna die from exhaustion. We had to restore the room to pristine condition before Bishop Lisa came back, so devotee Masha and I hustled.
She was already on edge after catching me with another woman last time. We couldn't repeat that mistake.
If we got busted now… Ugh… Just thinking about it was nightmare fuel.
"No smell left now, right?"
"Yes, Priest. Seems like it's all gone."
I sniffed around one last time to check. Only then did I sigh in relief and crawl back under the covers.
"P-Priest."
"Yeah? Something to say?"
"Uh, well… um…."
She looked like she had words but couldn't spit them out. I could guess, so I spoke first.
"Devotee Masha…. I get what you wanna say, but no more. I'm human too—I can't go beyond that…."
"N-No! I don't wanna do more…. It's just that…."
Huh? Not craving more? I'd figured she was calibrated to Bishop Lisa's standards, so of course she'd want seconds.
"S-Sorry. I did something I shouldn't have to you, Priest…."
"…"
She hung her head, trembling like a leaf. Now that her lust had faded, she remembered her actions and shrank like a criminal.
"I swear I won't do it again. Please, just spare my life…."
I had no intention of killing her—hell, I'd seduced her first. It got out of hand midway, but I wasn't gonna off her for it. Best to let it slide quietly.
Still…. Her reaction made sense. On paper, it looked like she'd raped me, so she felt guilty enough.
Even after I said stop, her brain was ruled by her pussy, pounding away mindlessly. I'd be freaked out too in her shoes.
"Devotee…."
"Yes. Priest Isaiah."
At some point, her forehead was pressed to the floor. Her fear was palpable.
"Haa… I'm not gonna snitch to the church or anything. Lift your head. I started it, so if anyone's at fault, it's me. You're innocent."
"B-But… you told me to stop…. I'm sorry. I lost my mind for a moment and…."
Her screw-up clearly gnawed at her; she wouldn't even look up. Shaking like a drenched puppy, she was pitiful enough to make me feel bad.
"No, really… haa… forget it. Go now. Don't tell a soul about today. Though… it'll probably be all over the place by tomorrow anyway."
"N-No way. I'll take this to my grave…."
"Got it, so go do your duties. I'll sleep more."
"Ah… yes…. Understood."
She glanced at me nervously, then turned to leave. I burrowed back into the neatly made bed, rolling my eyes just enough to watch her go.
Wobble-wobble-
…Damn, that ass is fucking huge.
Even in clothes that hid her figure, the outline of that mound was obvious. Staring like I was hypnotized, I called out to her just as she reached the door.
"Devotee Masha."
"Huh? Yes, Priest."
She flinched at my voice and whipped around. I pondered a beat, scanned her up and down, then carefully opened my mouth.
"Hey… wanna serve me from now on?"
"…Pardon?"
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"Priest Isaiah, feeling better now?"
"Ah, yes. Seems fully healed."
"Good… that's a relief…."
Bishop Lisa's office. Answering her summons, I was greeted by her lounging back in her chair, reading documents.
Nearly a month had passed. I couldn't stay bedridden forever.
People were starting to notice, so it was time to get back to work.
"No issues walking? There might still be aftereffects…."
"Er… yeah… fine. Walking's no problem—feels better than before, even."
"I see. You must've suffered physically and mentally. Good work."
"Ah, thank you."
She glanced at me sidelong without fully lifting her head, then looked down again. Her eyes and every move felt off—probably just my imagination? I pushed down the questions bubbling up and waited for her to speak.
"Priest, that…. Never mind. Rest up fully today just in case. Duties start tomorrow. That okay?"
"Yes, got it."
"Alright. You're dismissed."
"Yes…. Huh?"
Wait, just leave? What?
Normally, she'd have me sit beside her by now, dishing out all sorts of unspeakable sexual harassment. Even with a month of illness… she hadn't laid a hand on me, so suspicion was inevitable.
"Something you wanna say?"
"No, nothing. I'll head out."
Creeeak- Bang-
I bolted before she could change her mind. Only once she was out of sight could I exhale the sigh pent up in my chest.
Some psychological shift? Lately, she'd been overly attentive. And weirdly mindful of me. Good for me, sure, but it bred suspicion—what was her angle?
Still…. Better than getting perved on.
Couldn't exactly ask her face-to-face, "Why aren't you fucking me?" So I'd watch and wait. Stirring things might make it worse….
Anyway….
That wasn't the point right now.
I raised my hand in the air and tapped a few times. A translucent window popped up in front of me, and I scowled at it.
[Corruption Value +24] No matter how crazy shit got, the value wouldn't drop. Hell, banging devotee Masha multiple times jacked it up by 2 more. At this rate, my brain really would be ruled by lust. Prayer barely worked anymore—focus shattered constantly. Safe to say, lowering it was impossible now.
But… silver lining: I figured out how to cum without the value rising—as long as she jerked me off, not me doing it.
Problem was, the woman couldn't hold back. What could I do? Survive first.
I was strolling the wide hallway back to the dorms when—
"Whoa!? Priest Isaiah?"
A familiar voice rang out.
I froze in place and turned toward it, mesmerized. There stood Nun Rachel—not in her habit, but in the pristine white robes only deacons among the clergy could wear.