Saint Cecilia's Special Confession ♥ (4)
"W-what are you peeking at, Young Master...?"
Is there something on my clothes? I'm just wearing my usual saintess robe, but the way he's looking at my body feels somehow different.
"Oh ho, your outfit seems especially bold today."
Bold? I'm just wearing the same saintess robe I always do, yet Leon Sodus is saying something so strange.
"What's bold about it? Surely you're not having some weird thoughts just because of my saintess robe?"
"Haha, as if."
Anyone who doesn't know the Goddess's doctrines well might think that, but you shouldn't, Young Master! This is clothing faithful to the doctrines!
I scolded him for eyeing my body with that lustful gaze.
"It's clothing that reveals the beauty of the body sculpted beautifully by the Goddess. As priests, isn't our role to beautifully maintain the body modeled after Her image and show it to everyone?"
"Is that so?"
"Of course! As servants of the Goddess, simply showing Her beauty to all is good proselytizing in itself!"
It's common knowledge to any believer, but since he hasn't entered the path of faith yet, he's spouting nonsense. What's the point of knowing theory if you don't understand how real religion works?
"It's all in the scriptures, Young Master Leon. You know it too, right? 'Always show your best self, whether seen or unseen'?"
Pointing out his ignorance, I explained the scripture.
"The 'best self' means clothing that reveals the Goddess's pure form as much as possible, doesn't it?"
"Ah, so that's how that passage is interpreted?"
"Otherwise, how could I, not some pervert, walk around so confidently in this?"
I protested indignantly. Because I wasn't wearing any underwear, the sensation felt incredibly unfamiliar. Every step made me worry the fabric might shift and expose my breasts or crotch. The thin cloth seemed to faintly reveal my private parts, making my heart pound with shame.
Ugh... why does this feel so strange... I definitely wore this every day...
...Wait, did I? Did I always wear it like this? It feels like I layered a few more underneath, and the weight of the clothes is ridiculously light...
The veil draping down the center to cover my vital areas felt off too. Was it originally for this? Does it really cover everything so precariously? Can clothes even function like this? It feels like I forgot to put something else on. Wasn't this veil just decorative, the finishing touch after full attire? There were other clothes, but I can't recall them.
Something's... off...? Hmm...?
My mind swirled with question marks, utter confusion.
What calmed my distress was Young Master Leon's praise.
"It looks great. Just seeing it fills me with faith."
"...Really?"
He praised my attire until my mouth went dry.
"The wide cleavage visible from the side expresses the Goddess's mercy. The graceful curves feel like the epitome of beauty."
His praise didn't stop there.
"And not just that. The pink nipples faintly visible through the white lining protrude proudly, as if boasting they're ready to be suckled by a child."
As he pressed down on my exposed nipples over the fabric, he ranted on.
"Nngh...♥"
Ignoring my moan, he fervently extolled my body.
"[Spread your offspring far and wide to proclaim My gospel to all nations]! Just as the scripture says. I want to impregnate a beautiful woman like you right now, Saintess."
"D-don't touch..."
"Oh, this isn't touching your breasts. This is my way of feeling the Goddess's grace."
Clearly nonsense, yet each time he touched me while speaking, my resistance faded, replaced by overflowing joy. The fleeting unease melted away like frost before flame.
"More than yesterday, I feel a stronger urge to devote myself to the Goddess."
...This must be the joy of proselytizing. Leon said he wanted to be embraced in the Goddess's arms, then irreverently toyed with my protruding nipples, pushing them back into my breasts with his index finger.
One must never toy with a saintess's body, the incarnation of the Goddess, but since it was a mistake in religious fervor, I'll forgive him just this once.
"Ah... Treating a saintess's body so roughly is a grave sin...!"
I gritted my teeth, enduring the pleasure as I spoke.
Why am I so sensitive today...?
Feeling this from my nipples... My condition seems off today.
"Is it?"
Despite my warning, he replied indifferently.
Tch... Cocky... He knows he'll be forgiven...
"Normally, it'd warrant imprisonment in the Holy See's underground dungeons... but considering the special circumstances of demon king subjugation, I'll give you a chance at absolution through confession."
Just once more, Young Master Leon...♥
I always said each confession was the last, but the promise was never kept.
Skipping breakfast was the right call...♥
I couldn't hide my smile imagining how much sin he'd spill, filling my mouth.
A sinner who shows no remorse must be forgiven until they awaken... hehe...♥
He, who shared confessions with me daily, was the incarnation of insatiable desire. Hoping this time he'd truly repent, I led him to my quarters.
"First, atone for the sins committed with your mouth."
The sin of toying with the saintess's flesh with words—punishable by death... But sins of the mouth are forgiven with the mouth.
I demanded his repentance.
"Understood."
*Smack* Pwah...♥ Atoning for those filthy tongue-sins, all of them."
As per my request, he cleansed his filthy sins with the saintess's mouth. Tongues tangled fiercely, diluting his sins in sanctity.
This... feels pretty good...
It wasn't just lips touching. Since he toyed lightly with his tongue, only intense tongue-mingling could atone.
After baptizing the sinner's tongue with holy flesh, I moved to the next sin.
"The sin of toying with the saintess's body with that finger—I'll accept it with my mouth too. *Smooch*"
I began sucking his index finger like candy. Forgiving the impudent finger that touched the sacred body imbued with the Goddess's divinity without permission.
Cleaning the thick finger meticulously, purifying the sin-tainted digit.
"Be repentant, Leon hoherh."
Glared at him while purifying his finger.
"Repentant?"
A smirk twisted his lips as he teased playfully.
Cocky...
"*Slurp* Pwah... Repent, Leon!"
Joking even now... He won't come to his senses until the final confession.
"Finally, we must deal with the root of all these sins—your lust."
His meat rod, prepped by prior 'atonements,' burst free from tight pants, joyfully poking my face to show its might.
Aah... such impressive size...
Imagining how delicious... no, how much sin was stored inside.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself to extract the sins.
Just like I learned, just like I learned...♥
With far more skill than before, I soon felt the texture of pre-cum in my mouth.
Hehe... Doing well, Cecilia...
Gently kneading his sin-filled balls, stimulating his shaft with my mouth. The moment it entered the saintess's mouth, sins began piling up.
It's all to extract sins smoothly...♥ Forgive me, Goddess...♥
Apologizing to Her, I flattered his member.
"Empty all your sins with this magnificent cock and feel refreshed...♥"
Seeing it twitch, I gained confidence and grew bolder.
"Cum buckets into the saintess's mouth and feel refreshed♥ *Smooch*, hurry, fill my mouth with your sins..."
As I flicked my tongue, begging for atonement, ejaculation began.
Here it comes...♥ Drink it all...♥
Sweet? That word falls short. The unpleasant taste from first sucking it was a forgotten memory. The bliss in my mouth... supreme delicacy.
When explaining heaven to believers... could use this as a metaphor?
Thrusting roughly as if to paint my throat with his scent, it baptized my entire mouth.
"*Gluck* Nngh♥... *Pwah* Hnngh...♥, *smack* Mmph, glrrp...♥"
No matter how hard I tried to swallow, his volume was too much for one go.
Goodness, still... so much...
More problematic than the amount was his utter lack of satisfaction— the sin symbol stood brazenly erect after spewing so much lust.
"At this rate, it'll never end."
"Eh...? Wha-what...?"
As I savored the sins in my mouth with a dazed expression, Young Master Leon spoke.
"How about using this instead now?"
He began rubbing between my legs over the veil.
"Th-there...? No...♥ Hnngh...♥"
"If we do confession here... yes, I think I can fully purge my desires."
"Sthop... please...♥ Young Master Leon...♥ That's not normal...♥ Such things...♥"
"Such things? This is just confession."
Continuously rubbing near my swollen clit made the fabric cling transparently to my skin. Each tap on the cloth produced wet squelching sounds—I was soaked.
I pitifully tried to stop his lust.
"Stop...♥ If we do 'confession' there...♥ I'll lose my purity...♥"
"As the Church's saintess, I must preserve my purity...♥"
"Purity? Haha, what strange talk."
He pulled aside the fabric, spreading my pure slit to show me.
"See? Your proof of purity is so firm, Saintess."
The crimson hymen blocked the entrance, twitching. The thin membrane proved no finger could pass, guarding my purity.
"If we do 'confession,' it'll inevitably break... anyway, no... Hnngh...♥"
"But your here seems to think differently..."
He rubbed around my labia, persuading me.
"No, *slurp* nooo...♥ Hnngh...♥ I said no...♥"
"Then how about regenerating the membrane after confession?"
"Huh?"
"It's just healing an unfortunate injury from the simple confession process."
"Well, that's..."
My head spun. The situation was so absurdly sudden, thought stalled.
"Do you just want to toy with my cock meaninglessly with your mouth forever, Saintess? This method of confession is pointless!"
"Endless weak stimulation won't make me repent! Are you just a pervert toying with me, Saintess?!"
Anger flared inexplicably... Did I do wrong? Pleasure, fear, confusion mixed, blocking reason.
"No, heek...♥ Not... ♥ tha...♥ Stop...♥ Touch...♥ *Hnngh* ing.!"
Finally pushing him away, panting, I said.
"At least, let me explain to the Goddess..."
"It's just healing a minor wound. No need to report every trifle? Besides, Her gaze and voice don't reach here anymore."
"Still, it feels like deceiving the Goddess... doing this when She can't see me..."
"The Goddess values righteousness in unseen places more highly."
Quoting scripture, he persuaded me.
"Think about it. I remember a passage exactly for this."
"Was there...? I don't recall... Hnngh...♥"
I prided myself on memorizing every verse, yet each pointer revealed forgotten parts.
"Oh dear, Saintess. Your faith is lacking."
His light jest nailed my wavering heart.
"I've heard confession this way brings more happiness than now... It's in the scriptures."
More happiness than now...?
More joy than heavenly food in my mouth...?
*Gulp**
Watching my throat bob intently, he sensed my surrender and began rubbing his grotesque pillar against my slit.
"Just once, if you permit it, this sinner can be saved."
"Ngh... Is that so... then...♥"
I relaxed my thighs, spreading my legs diamond-wide.
"No choice...♥"
I thought prior confessions were special enough, but there's more...♥
Feeling his throbbing member between my sticky folds, I prayed to the Goddess.
Lumina Goddess...♥ Forgive this foolish lamb...♥
"If healed, it's fine... aaah... sorry, Goddess♥"
Apologizing for forgetting scripture, I began the [Special Confession] per doctrine♥
