Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: 10. Parishioner, Please Serve. (2)
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“R-Rachel, Nun?”
Her appearance and voice were unmistakably the Nun Rachel I knew, but her outfit was completely wrong for it. A nun like her was wearing the pure white vestments reserved only for clergy, so for a split second, I wondered if it was someone else.
The moment she spotted me, Nun Rachel broke into a radiant smile and came scampering over. Without missing a beat, she threw her arms around me in a tight hug.
“Priest! It's been so long!”
“Haha... Long time no see, Nun Rachel. How have you been?”
It was the kind of scene that could easily spark misunderstandings if anyone saw it, but luckily, there was no one else wandering around—just me and Nun Rachel.
She clung to me like a baby, squeezing me tight as if she'd been holding back for ages, burying her face in my chest and taking a deep, satisfying breath, like she was recharging.
“I heard about you, Priest. They said you got seriously hurt while working. Are you okay now?”
“Oh, yeah. As you can see, I'm perfectly fine.”
“Heehee, that's a relief. Nothing too bad happened, right? I was so worried...”
“Sorry for making you worry over nothing. It wasn't a big deal, so no need to fret.”
I flashed her a warm smile and gently stroked her head. Maybe it was because it had been so long, but it felt like true healing.
“So, Priest, how did you get hurt? I was shocked when the parishioners said you'd need at least a month to recover. It wasn't like someone hit you or anything, right?”
“H-Hit by someone? No... it was just... an accident... Oh, uh! Truth is, I tripped and fell from a pretty high spot. That's what happened... But there was a tent right below, so I didn't get hurt too badly. Really, don't worry about it...”
Lying tugged at my conscience a bit, but I couldn't exactly tell Nun Rachel the truth. If she heard the full story, it might shock her too much, so it was better to keep it buried—for both our sakes.
“A-Anyway, Nun Rachel, what brings you here at this hour? Weren't you back at the convent?”
Continuing the topic felt unwise, so I swiftly changed the subject. Right on cue, Nun Rachel smirked, as if she'd been waiting for it.
She finally released me from her embrace, took a step or two back, and proudly fluttered the hem of her robes.
“Heeheehee, Priest! I finally became a cleric. What do you think? Does it suit me?”
“Oh, so you've become a cleric... Wait, what!?”
Her completely unexpected answer made my eyes widen involuntarily.
A cleric?
Did that even make sense? It was too soon for her to leave the convent and go independent—there were still several required courses to complete before becoming a cleric. What on earth had happened in the past month...? Of course, it was something to celebrate, but the order of things felt off, leaving me flustered first.
“Don't you still have coursework left? How did you...?”
“Uh, well... It was sudden for me too, so I'm not totally sure, but I heard the church really needs people right now. I was supposed to train for another two years, but they pushed me through early graduation somehow.”
“Ah... I see.”
Her explanation gave me a rough idea. With the Hero's appearance, the church was probably scrambling to prepare on all fronts, which naturally meant they needed more hands.
There weren't many clerics to begin with, and they couldn't just treat parishioners like slaves, so they'd likely fast-tracked the soon-to-graduate novices and probationary clerics.
“Heehee! Anyway, I asked Bishop Lisa to assign me here starting today. Nice to work with you, Priest Isaiah.”
“Sure thing. Looking forward to it, Nun R—wait, Deacon Rachel now?”
She was even wearing the vestments, so she was no longer a novice. As far as I remembered, the lowest rank among clerics was deacon... So yeah, Deacon Rachel from now on?
“That's right. Just call me Deacon Rachel.”
“Got it. Congratulations, Deacon Rachel.”
“Heehee!”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “So, did you have an ordination ceremony?”
“Ah... Well, since they rushed the promotion, they said they had to throw me right into the field, so no.”
“That's a shame. You really should have one—they're mandatory.”
“Heehee... It's fine. Just being this close to you like this makes me happy, Priest Isaiah.”
Her eyes sparkled as she wrapped one arm tightly around mine and snuggled in. Had she matured even more in the time apart? Every little gesture carried a subtle allure that left me flustered.
“B-By the way, did you personally tell Bishop Lisa you wanted to work here?”
“Yeah, I didn't say it outright, but I worked super hard to catch her eye. When graduation time came around, she asked if I'd like to work here. With you around, how could I say no? Heehee.”
“Hmm... I had no idea...”
To think she'd built up a connection with Bishop Lisa just to come here—her obsession was borderline scary. Deacon Rachel openly said she came because she wanted to work with me, but beyond that, I could glimpse another motive deep in her eyes...
It was a sticky, chilling possessiveness directed at me.
I'd rather pretend I didn't notice, but as a man, how could I miss it? She probably wanted to be with me more than she wanted to work here.
Thud—
Right then, as if sensing my unease—or reading my mind—she grabbed my wrist in a flash.
Breathing in short gasps, she stared straight at me.
“Priest, I became a cleric just like you said... Aren't you going to give me my reward?”
“Ah... Uh... R-Reward...?”
Did I promise that? No, forget rewards—she just wanted to have sex, right?
With her face flushing like that as she pressed closer, it couldn't be anything else.
“Deacon Rachel? I'm not fully recovered yet. I think I need to rest until tomorrow, so... could the reward wait until later?”
“No.”
“Huh?”
“I want it today. I've waited so long. You can just sit and rest. Come on, follow me.”
“Ah... Ack!”
She gripped my wrist tight to stop any escape, scanned the area quickly, and dragged me into an empty room. After shoving me inside, she locked the door to keep anyone out.
Haha... How did she turn out like this? She wasn't always so assertively clear-headed... Now she was like a lone wolf.
“Haa... Haa...”
Her eyes weren't normal. Like a beast eyeing prey, Deacon Rachel advanced one step at a time. I backed away to keep distance, but it didn't take long before my heel caught on something, and I tumbled backward.
“Ack!”
Thud—
Ah... Who knew there'd be a table right behind me?
I tried to scramble up fast.
Grab—
Suddenly, a dark shadow pounced on me. She seized both my hands roughly with one of hers and pinned them above my head, immobilizing me.
“R-Rachel? Nun—or Deacon? Calm down first. We don't have to rush like this. Oh, right! H-How about I go down on you? Sound good? That work... Mmph! Mmmph!”
Before I could finish, her lips crashed into mine.
Damn it, no talking this out. Shit... Thinking about it, it was all my fault. I awakened her sexuality right at the peak of her hormonal prime... If I hadn't met Deacon Rachel back then, things wouldn't have come to this...
Yeah, fuck it—it's all my fault. My fault!
“Haa... Haa... Priest, give me my reward. I've held back for so long. Hurry up and do it with me.”
“Hngh... Ugh... Wait! Hold on!”
No time to breathe. Just as my upper body got a moment's relief, her free hand slid down and stroked my dick.
My corruption value was already high, making erections easy, and sure enough, it barely took a touch before my cock sprang to attention.
“Hngh...!”
“Feels good? Haa... Don't cry. It makes me feel bad... Mmm...”
When a tear slipped from my eye, she licked it away like it was precious. Suddenly reduced to a delectable meal laid out on the table, I turned my head and clenched my teeth.
“It won't hurt... I'll be gentle...”
Her voice trembled faintly, her brain pickled in lust.
That was when I thought, I'm done for.
“Deacon Rachel! Where are you? Bishop Lisa is looking for you! Deacon Rachel!”
Until the savior's voice rang out from beyond the door.