Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: 10. Parishioner, Please Serve. (3)
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"Deaconess! Deaconess Rachel, where are you!"
"Argh, why now of all times..."
Whether it was because she regretted not being able to eat the fully prepared meal on the table or something else, Deaconess Rachel—no, formerly Nun Rachel—alternated her gaze between me and the door. After letting out a long sigh, she finally released her grip on the arm that had been holding me captive.
Ah... it fucking hurts...
I didn't realize how tightly she'd been holding on until I saw several red marks etched across my wrist. Groaning in pain, I pushed myself up and looked up at her lost in thought. It wasn't long before Deaconess Rachel spoke to me again.
"Priest, it looks like something urgent has come up, so I need to go. We'll pick this up later—let's continue then."
"..."
"Pardon?"
"..."
It was obvious she wouldn't let me off easy if I refused, so I had no choice but to nod reluctantly in response.
Having gotten my confirmation, she flashed a bright smile and spun on her heel, darting out the door without so much as a backward glance.
Bang—
"Haa... this is driving me crazy..."
Once I confirmed she'd closed the door behind her, the tension drained from my body, and I let out the breath I'd been holding without realizing it.
Staring blankly at the door for a moment, I slowly straightened my disheveled clothes.
I almost got jumped there.
Thanks to that nameless parishioner, I barely managed to protect my chastity, but honestly, did it even count as meaningful?
She said we'd continue later, which meant she'd come back to finish the job no matter what, and somehow, that left me feeling completely deflated.
"Rachel wasn't always like this..."
In my memory, Deaconess Rachel had been a diligent and devout girl. I never imagined that one mistake on my part that day would blow up into something like this.
"Ugh!"
Speaking of which, how hard did she grab me?
As I tried to stand using the desk for support, a burning pain shot through my wrist. My balance wavered for a moment, and I staggered to the side.
"This is bad..."
Her joining our church was a good thing, but if things kept going like this, it was dangerous.
I needed to stop her before it was too late, but no good ideas came to mind... my head just throbbed.
I couldn't very well say now that I'd started this, it wasn't right to continue—especially since Deaconess Rachel already saw me as her prospective groom, which only complicated things further.
But if our relationship was bound to be exposed eventually, sooner was better than later...
I couldn't bear to leave an indelible scar on her heart later. My remaining conscience wouldn't allow it.
In any case, I was just about to leave the room when I turned the doorknob.
"Eek! Wait... why again..."
A sharp tingle from my lower body. A hot sensation surged through me, my legs gave out, and I collapsed right there.
"What... haa... haa... no way..."
Suspecting the worst, I immediately lifted my robe. The thing that had been rock-hard ever since Deaconess Rachel touched it was still throbbing with heat, fully aroused.
Damn it, it's starting again.
Heat spread through my body, gradually heating up. And just like that, I slipped back into an excited state from the erection.
I'm going insane...
Ever since my Corruption Value exceeded 20, erections were beyond my control. Unless someone manually relieved me, it wouldn't calm down... I was truly losing my mind.
Still, I desperately tried to will my dick down, even humming the national anthem, but my efforts were in vain—the raging erection showed no signs of subsiding...
Argh... this cursed body...
It felt like a vital part of my human dignity was slipping away. This wasn't something I wanted; some unknown force was forcibly arousing me. It was no different from carrying around a constant dose of aphrodisiac.
In the meantime, I pressed my dick flat against my body to hide it as best I could. I worried it was too big to conceal, but fortunately, the thick robe made it easy enough. Before things could escalate further, I opened the door and stepped out.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The worship hall was filled with silence. Parishioner Marsha was praying to Saintess Amaness of the Holy Faith, as she always did.
She was nothing more than an ordinary tenant farmer—not particularly devout or deeply faithful. She was just your run-of-the-mill woman from around these parts, the kind who'd heard there was a cute male priest and started visiting the church regularly for that reason alone.
With so few men in the village, she was always starved for male attention, making the church practically paradise for her.
Think about it: every day, a man with the beauty of an angel would appear, greet everyone with a radiant smile, chat kindly, and sometimes even share snacks. To the village women, Priest Isaiah was an idol in the flesh.
But that very man...
Parishioner Marsha still couldn't forget what happened that day. The way he looked down at her with cold eyes, so unlike his usual self. His completely unexpected actions left her speechless.
It was something she'd dreamed of every night. She'd masturbated to thoughts of him so many times that after it hit triple digits, she stopped counting. She'd always thought it was the kind of thing that could only happen in dreams or fantasies.
And rightly so—it was utterly impossible otherwise.
At least, until that "thing" was presented right in front of her eyes.
In any event, ever since that day, Parishioner Marsha had been summoned by Priest Isaiah periodically. Her task? Service. Whenever he wanted it, she'd use her mouth or hands to drain the semen built up in his balls.
She had no idea why he asked her to do this. Each time he called her, he was already aroused, and she had to help him masturbate.
He never said much afterward. Once he'd ejaculated as much as he wanted, he'd act like nothing happened and tell her to go back to her chores. So, she just did as told without complaint.
...Actually, she didn't want to ask. She was afraid of prying too much and ruining this relationship.
She was fated to live and die as a spinster anyway. She'd never had any luck with men, and the few connections she did have ended with them becoming concubines in noble houses with money.
For someone like her, with no money or status, this relationship was a golden opportunity she couldn't let slip away.
She was fine being treated like a plaything forever. Her only wish was for it to last even a little longer.
Of course, she knew the odds were slim, but maybe this could turn into a romance someday—or even lead to marriage.
That's what she told herself.
So, there was only one thing she could do now: leave an unforgettable mark deep inside his body.
That was everything.
"Well then, today's worship service ends here. Those who want to stay for Bible study, please remain. Everyone else is free to go."
Huh? Already?
It felt like she had just arrived, but the service was over. She hadn't lost track of time or anything—it seemed she'd been too lost in thoughts of Priest Isaiah.
Ahh... I miss the Priest.
It hadn't even been a few days since she last saw him, yet his face kept lingering in the corner of her mind.
What could he be doing right now? Has he eaten lunch? He isn't with another woman, is he?
Please, just not with another woman...
She tried to deny it, but the moment she'd first been intimate with him, she'd known. He wasn't a virgin... She could tell right away from how skillfully he moved his hips. Instinctively, she sensed he'd been with dozens—maybe hundreds—of women before her.
Bang—
The door at the front flew open with a loud crash before the person ahead of her could even leave. They say if you mention a tiger, it appears—and sure enough, an unexpected figure stood there, breathing heavily, eyes darting around frantically.
P-Priest?
His eyes moved wildly, as if searching for someone. For a split second, his gaze locked precisely onto Parishioner Marsha.
W-What?
Dozens of shocked stares turned toward the priest. Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what was going on amid the sudden commotion.
"Priest? What brings you here? Are you looking for someone?"
The parishioner at the front spoke up first. The priest seemed to snap back to reality, offering an awkward smile.
"Haha... I must have forgotten something. Oh, is the service over?"
"Y-Yes. It just ended."
"I see. Good work, everyone. You may go now."
"Ah, yes..."
As Priest Isaiah stepped aside, the parishioners filed out one by one.
The brief commotion ended, and Parishioner Marsha was just about to follow them out when she took a step.
"Parishioner, stay here. Don't go anywhere."
Priest Isaiah whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
In that moment, she instinctively knew: the moment she'd been waiting for had finally arrived.