Chapter 51
Chapter 51
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: 11. Did You Think You Wouldn't Get Caught? (6)
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Priest Isaiah lay sprawled on the sofa, clad in what was barely more than his birthday suit. As Devotee Masha drew closer to his side, her eyes gradually widened to the size of saucers. Every scrap of clothing on him had been torn to shreds, and from sheer exhaustion—or whatever else—he heaved irregular breaths, his body shuddering now and then.
From his abdomen down to his lower body, unidentifiable fluids clung thickly in patches, glistening wetly. It was impossible to tell if they were her juices or his seed.
The one thing that was clear was that Priest Isaiah had already been ravaged multiple times...
...This really was the bishop...
She didn't want to believe it—no, she couldn't—but the circumstances left Devotee Masha no other conclusion. She had been the one guarding the door outside. No one had come or gone from the office in the meantime, making the culprit all too obvious.
Thud.
Amid the swirling mix of anxiety and terror that left her mind blank, someone's hand slid smoothly onto Devotee Masha's shoulder. Frozen in place, her face quickly hardened.
"Really... A man should act with some modesty... What the hell is that? Don't you think?"
Bishop Lisa had appeared at some point unknown, prodding Masha's shoulder with her index finger from behind while whispering into her ear.
Even though her voice was softer than ever, it sent chills down the spine more than any other sound ever could.
"Ah... Um..."
She couldn't get the words out. She couldn't even think of what to say.
Who would have ever guessed? That Bishop Lisa was this kind of lunatic... The disconnect hit even harder because of the image she'd always shown before. No one could have imagined she hid a mask like this behind that bright, cheerful face.
"Don't be so tense. I know the gist of it anyway. Priest Isaiah seduced you first, right? That little slut wagged his tail at you first. So the two of you were going at it, weren't you? Sigh... It better be that... Or the story changes..."
"..."
What to do? Bishop Lisa was right, but Masha had no idea how to respond. Coming clean would mean betraying the priest... No, right now, survival came first. Pride as a woman or whatever else meant nothing in the face of death.
"Y-yes... That's right. The priest was the one who suggested it first..."
"I see. Got it."
Snap!
"Eek!"
With those words, Bishop Lisa suddenly grabbed Devotee Masha's chin and yanked her face toward her own. As her vision spun, Masha felt for an instant like her heart might burst.
She inspected Masha's face from every angle, appraising it like an object. Then, a puzzled expression crossed Bishop Lisa's features.
"What is it? You're not even that pretty, so what the hell does Priest Isaiah see in a bitch like you..."
She evaluated Masha as if utterly baffled. Finally, she shoved her chin away like she'd touched something filthy, putting distance between them.
"Devotee Masha, do you work out or something?"
"N-no, I don't do any exercise at all..."
"Don't dodge the question. Just answer straight. Do you or don't you?"
"N-no, I don't."
"Hmm..."
Bishop Lisa's expression grew even more inscrutable upon hearing Devotee Masha's answer.
She stared piercingly at her for a long moment before returning to her seat, perching on the edge of the desk with her leg crossed over it.
What the hell does she want...?
Masha couldn't grasp the intent behind the questions.
One moment she was staring at her face, saying she didn't get it, and the next she was asking about exercise. She couldn't even guess what she wanted to know.
"Argh... This sucks..."
Bishop Lisa spat out a curse out of nowhere. At some point, she'd pulled a cigar from between her breasts and stuck it in her mouth, clearly pissed since she was out of matches.
Then she glanced up at Devotee Masha, who stood there dumbly...
Understanding the look immediately, Masha rushed over, pulled out a match, and lit the cigar dangling from Bishop Lisa's lips.
"Phew... You seem to have some social experience."
"Ah, yes..."
"Quick on the uptake. I like that."
Thank goodness. For the first time in her life, Masha was grateful for having smoked. If doing things like this—even this—could keep her alive, she felt like she could do anything, no matter how doggedly servile.
"But you know I could kill you whenever I feel like it, right? Devotee."
"..."
"If I had my way, I'd rip you limb from limb and feed you to Priest Isaiah, but I'm holding back big time."
Gulp.
Now she knew what it felt like to be prey. There wasn't a hint of hesitation in Bishop Lisa's words. They rang with utter sincerity—as if she could end Masha in a heartbeat if she wanted.
"How long have you been messing around with Priest Isaiah?"
"About a month now."
"A month, huh..."
Bishop Lisa drawled the words mockingly, clamping the cigar between her teeth. She chuckled, then stubbed it out in the ashtray.
"He really spreads it around to anyone, doesn't he."
There was no subject in her sentence, but Devotee Masha understood perfectly.
It was obviously about Priest Isaiah's behavior.
"Isn't it ridiculous? A priest acting like a total slut..."
"..."
"But damn, it turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Ah... Um..."
Fuck, what do I even say? She couldn't agree or disagree—her breath caught, driving her mad.
"Forget it. Don't answer that. More importantly, I want to hear about this—what did you think of my handiwork?"
"Y-your... handiwork?"
"Yeah. That's my creation. Just a little touch and he twitches like he's loving it, right? Pretty decent, huh?"
She jerked her chin toward Priest Isaiah, still sprawled limply. Realizing what she meant, Devotee Masha glanced at him, then stiffly turned her head forward again.
"So? Was it any good?"
"Ugh..."
"Hmm... Stealing someone else's toy must've made it taste even better..."
Bishop Lisa wasn't just killing her mentally—she was shattering her to pieces. Devotee Masha's pupils trembled violently.
"...Ha! I'm kidding. You were way too tense. Relax your face. Otherwise, I come off looking like total trash."
"..."
This was toying with her on a whole other level.
By the food chain of this world, Bishop Lisa occupied a position Masha could never reach. Killing her would be easier than stepping on an ant, so in truth, Lisa was practically playing with her like a toy.
"I'm telling you, don't be so nervous. As long as you don't go blabbing about this, I won't do any of the stuff you're imagining. Just..."
"..."
"I have a little favor to ask."
"A f-favor?"
A favor out of nowhere? Bishop Lisa already held Masha's life in her hands. It might be called a favor in name, but it was essentially an order.
"Yeah. I want to put some surveillance on Priest Isaiah."
"S-surveillance...?"
"I don't expect much. Just keep an eye on which women he rolls around with when I'm not here, what shady stuff he gets up to. That kind of thing. I can't be away for long stretches, so I need to know where that bastard's been screwing around... It's not a tough request, right? You can handle that much?"
"Ah, y-yes..."
Devotee Masha spat out an answer fast. She had no real choice from the start.
Refusal meant death—nothing else existed. All she could do was agree endlessly with whatever Bishop Lisa said.
"Good... I was wondering what to do if you didn't listen, but that's one less worry."
"..."
"Let's get along nicely, then."
"..."
"Devotee Masha."
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Whoosh...
In the quiet silence, the sound of running water gradually filtered in. Her hazy consciousness began to stir bit by bit. To clear her foggy mind, she cracked her eyes open slightly, only to find her vision filled with billowing steam.
What...? Where am I?
"Ugh... Hm..."
A faint groan escaped as she shifted her body. Needing a moment to think, she pieced her memories back together—and suddenly, flashes of what she'd done with Bishop Lisa raced through her mind.
Fuck...
It wasn't entirely clear, but she remembered losing consciousness during the second creampie. Nothing came to mind after that.
"Oh? You're awake, Priest?"
As she clutched her head, a woman's voice rang out from behind. Turning her head slightly, she saw a familiar figure through the steam.
"Devotee Masha?"
Her hair tied back, she was filling a bucket with water. Widening her view to take in the surroundings, Priest Isaiah realized this was Bishop Lisa's private bath—the same one from before.
"Why am I here...?"
"Ah, you passed out, so the bishop told me to clean you up quick."
"Ugh..."
Wait... Cleaned up? Now that she noticed, she was naked. Apparently, while she'd been out cold, Devotee Masha had carried her here and been washing her... Hold on, her? While unconscious!? No way she saw everything, even the pathetic heaving after collapsing!?
"Devotee Masha? Did you... see everything?"
"..."
Asking just in case, Masha abruptly averted her gaze. She said nothing, but her body language gave away the answer.
Fuck...
I'm screwed...