Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: 2. Congratulations on Becoming an Adult. (1)
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My entire body ached.
Waking to the morning sunlight streaming through the window frame, I propped myself up with bleary eyes.
I'd lost track of how many times this had happened. Thanks to Bishop Lisa, yesterday I'd been wrung out until I was practically dead. I'd begged her to stop... pleaded that I was exhausted... cried out for mercy with tears streaming down my face. But instead of pity, it only seemed to ignite her sadism. She'd shaken her hips wildly, muttering how irresistible I looked, and the memory still made my head throb.
That aside... even so...
I could overlook most of it, but abandoning me on the floor like discarded trash once she was done? That was too much.
After enjoying herself thoroughly, she'd grabbed only her own clothes and slipped away. Her parting words were the worst: she had urgent business, so I should clean up myself. Even now, the thought made my blood boil.
I was already drained of all energy, barely able to stand, and she dumped the responsibility on me? How could someone like that be the diocese's shepherd? I couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh.
Now she doesn't even see me as worth a rag anymore...
Then again, even if it was forced, I'd been offering my body all over the place, so I understood if she'd lost all affection for me. If I couldn't even manage my expressions, what could I do? Even during the assaults, I'd surrendered to the pleasure, moaning like some half-feral beast...
If I were her, I wouldn't want to treat a slut like me as human either.
'At least it's a relief... no one came to the chapel then.'
I'd lain collapsed for at least an hour. My muscles were so strained I couldn't move—it was like being trapped. I'd worried someone might walk in, but thankfully, no one did.
If other parishioners had caught me like that by mistake, my Corruption Value might have shot past 20 without a doubt.
Anyway, enough dwelling. Time to move.
Dragging my languid body, I grabbed a fresh surplice and slipped out of my room.
The rundown dormitory on the Holy Faith Church grounds. Unlike the excessively ornate church next door, my lodging was so ancient and dilapidated it could collapse any moment. It wasn't a full slum, but hardly fit for a priest.
Just a game world setting oversight, probably.
Living here, I often encountered baffling inconsistencies. Forced plot devices, illogical tropes, mismatched details—they popped up now and then, but I'd grown used to shrugging them off.
With barely enough energy to care for myself, I had no bandwidth for that nonsense.
'This time of day, it should be empty.'
I peeked inside. The public bathhouse was deserted. Seizing the moment, I stripped quickly and entered.
A medieval setting means no private bathrooms, huh? What a flaw.
Whether for lore or historical accuracy, there were no convenient home showers. They existed, but weren't widespread—affixing a private bath to a house cost a fortune.
So washing up meant a long trek. A real hassle.
Shwaaaah—
Hot water poured over my head, washing away grime down to the depths of my soul.
After loosening up under the stream, I habitually glanced at the mirror before me.
An androgynously cute face, neither fully male nor female. A shaggy layered bob and youthful features—it was hard to believe this was a man.
Where was the cynical, sharp-tongued, handsome protagonist I remembered from the 'otome' game? Replaced by this ambiguous character, it was just bewildering.
Not to brag, but honestly, I looked built for bedding. The kind that made women want to conquer me—I could see why they lost their minds over it.
'Ah... speaking of, what bug bit me? These hickeys...'
As the steam cleared, bite marks and suck marks emerged across my body. That was why I always came at off-hours.
Embarrassing enough, but I couldn't bear the lingering stares. Rumors already swirled subtly—I didn't need evidence fueling more gossip.
'They won't fade, will they?'
Worried they might not, I scrubbed the red spots vigorously with a towel. They only seemed to swell larger, unchanged.
"Ah... Bishop. Of all places..."
I tilted my head up, touching the kiss mark on my neck. She'd licked it so obsessively yesterday before marking her territory there.
Stamped so boldly, I couldn't ignore it. And its position guaranteed it'd catch eyes. Annoying, but I'd need to cover it for the day.
'Guess I have to wear the wimple again...'
I sighed deeply, my face falling.
Wimples evoked women's wear from my old world—unappealing. Only possible here, where gender norms were reversed. Back home, it'd draw finger-pointing.
But without it, I'd flaunt the neck mark. No other choice.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Priest Isaiah, hello."
"Yes, parishioner. Good to see you."
"Priest, hello."
"Ah, yes. Parishioner. It's been a while."
At the church entrance. Maintaining a pristine, pious demeanor as I entered, parishioners who recognized me greeted me one by one. This hour was always my greatest trial.
-Priest Isaiah still looks so beautiful.
-Where do you find a guy that pretty?
-You think a guy like that would go for you?
-I don't care, I just want to try it once.
-Look at that waistline... so hot.
-Why else would I come here instead of elsewhere? Those girls over there are here to hook up with him too.
I tried ignoring them, focusing on my steps, but lascivious whispers still pierced my ears now and then.
How long had I been here to already be the talk of the town? I didn't catch everything, but their lecherous gazes let me infer the conversations easily.
Bang—
"Haa..."
Finally escaping the chapel buzzing with my presence, I could breathe. Shouldn't they be praying? Why appraise me like merchandise? Might as well visit a brothel. My vision darkened.
They never knew restraint. Sure, some came devoutly, but this hour meant most had ulterior motives.
With my Coming-of-Age Ceremony role today, it was obvious they were here to see me.
Thud— thud—
My future already weighed on me, making my body heavy. The original priest had been dispatched elsewhere urgently the day before, thrusting this on me last-minute.
What a rotten day for luck.
Knock knock—
"Priest Isaiah here. May I enter, Bishop Lisa?"
I knocked twice and stepped back.
Bishop Lisa's office.
I always dreaded entering. Filled with bad memories. In the game, I'd anticipated these moments eagerly—how had my perception shifted so drastically?
"Yes, come in."
Her flat, businesslike tone from beyond the door. The voice she used only for work.
Creeeak—
I peeked in cautiously before entering. Guest table and sofa. Desk and bookshelves packed with religious texts. A standard office, nothing special.
Bishop Lisa sat on the sofa, sipping coffee.
And across from her...
"Priest Isaiah! Hello!"
A girl I hadn't seen in a while waved enthusiastically, welcoming me warmly.
"Long time no see, Nun Rachel."
"Heehee."
Her beautiful water-blue long hair swayed as her sapphire eyes sparkled. Tomboyish, but from what I recalled, she had the deepest faith of anyone I'd met.
"Congratulations. You're an adult now."
"Yes, thank you."
And today marked her most important rite: the Coming-of-Age Ceremony.