Saint Cecilia's Special Confession Ritual ♥ (5)
"Ngh...."
The pure, untouched entrance that had never welcomed a man's cock was being spread wide to receive his sins.
So embarrassing... and weird...
"Does it hurt?"
"This is... too much. Even now, we should stop..."
Yeah, I should give up this weird ritual right now and just suck out the rest of his sins with my mouth...
"Saint Cecilia."
He scolded me in a low voice.
Have you forgotten the Goddess's words? You must show it through your actions."
"That's not reckless action—it's the correct interpretation that we shouldn't lose heart in the face of sin's temptations.... Ahh....♥"
I tried to argue logically, but he silenced me by grabbing and tugging my obscenely protruding nipples.
"My interpretation is correct. Got it?"
"Y-Yes, I got it. So, ahh...♥ my nipples are just...♥"
Leon toyed with my cute, swollen nipples, engorged with blood and poking out so adorably, twisting them gently.
"Excellent."
He stroked my obedient head and persistently persuaded me by quoting the Goddess's words.
"The Goddess will be pleased too. Have you forgotten? "Keep away from sin." This is your chance to banish sin with just a fleeting, insignificant sacrifice."
"Keep away from sin."
My hymen, a tiny crescent barely wide enough for a thin pencil, was tormented by his thick glans.
My mind grew foggy, my thoughts hazy, but even through my dulled reason, I could sense something off about this situation.
...Is this really just an "insignificant" sacrifice? Even if regeneration can make it like it never happened...
Something felt fishy. Was it truly okay to purify the filthy symbol of sin with the deep, secret hole of this beautiful body blessed by the Lord?
"Hmm, still doubting me, Saint Cecilia?"
He said this while slowly stroking my slit with one hand.
"The Goddess gifted water and heat. There, suffering vanishes, overflowing with joy like paradise itself."
⟨ Paradise Promise ⟩
He spread my slit with his fingers and dramatically recited the passage about the paradise promised by the Goddess.
"The paradise the Goddess spoke of... it seems to be right here."
After taking his sins in my mouth and purifying his handiwork with my breasts, sticky fluid was already flowing from my slit.
As he caressed my most secret place—now moist and feverishly hot—he murmured,
"Water and heat, indeed... The Goddess's scriptures are spot on."
"Ahh...♥ That's not...♥ what that passage means, and it has nothing to do with confession anyway...♥ Ahh...♥"
To twist a passage about the land first blessed with fertility like this...
"Whatever, I can't believe it. Not with such clear evidence right here?"
He swept aside the veil covering my abdomen and breasts, then mockingly showed me the sticky-wet fabric.
"Haha, the gateway to paradise is a bit sticky, huh? Is this the land flowing with milk and honey?"
Normally, I'd scoff at such idiotic scriptural interpretation and refute it point by point, but whenever I shared this confession ritual with him, my mind fogged up like a blank white mist—I couldn't recall a thing.
On the contrary, doubts sprouted that maybe his foolish interpretation was right and I was wrong.
Ugh, after this confession ends, I need to properly check the scriptures...
I could recite them word for word...
How could I forget the Goddess's will like this without realizing? It was shocking.
Is it the demon's influence? Or because my connection to the Goddess is severed?... I need to apologize when I reconnect with Her.
...If only I could connect with the Goddess even briefly, I'd know right away if this was right or wrong. But now, deep in this cursed land, there's no way to know Her will.
After hesitating, I chose to sacrifice myself to aid his salvation.
"...Then, just once. Exactly once—just for one breath's time, insert it and pull right out."
"Understood."
"Promise... you promise..."
Even after I pleaded several times, he seemed to brush it off with a bored expression.
Sigh... I'm worried.
To calm my complicated heart, I offered a prayer to the Goddess.
Goddess, please... aid this servant in salvation... Let sinner Leon Sodus shed all his sins and be renewed... Ahh...?!
My prayer cut off the moment he thrust in his ugly symbol of sin.
The moon swelled full. The crescent tore vertically long, and the thin barrier blocking his invasion vanished.
"Ngh... Now, pull... out..."
A dull, throbbing agony like being clubbed inside. Despite preparing myself, I barely endured the pain and pushed him away.
Thankfully, his promise seemed genuine. After receiving "salvation" inside me for just one breath, he obediently withdrew.
Heal this servant's body.
Holy power regenerated my lost hymen in an instant. The torn symbol of purity restored to original in a flash.
...Lying about greater happiness was a lie.
Relief washed over me now that I didn't need to confess his filthy sins with my body, but there was no happiness like when I'd sucked them out with my mouth.
A twinge of regret, but escaping this pointless repetition of confession was something to be grateful for.
"Hoo... Satisfied now, Leon Sodus? From now on, in the Goddess's embrace... Ahh...?!"
He thrust back in, deeper than before.
"Eek...? What...? This...!"
"You said once, right? Naturally, I have to finish confessing all my sins deep inside you, Saint Cecilia."
He spouted absurd nonsense.
"No, I clearly said *ahh* just one breath's time..."
"Ah, don't worry, Saint Cecilia. Just one breath's time—I promise."
He kept shaking his hips, granting only enough time for a quick breath.
"One breath doesn't mean *ahh* that *eek* kind of... *haa*"
Each thrust, I desperately regenerated my hymen, but it was futile. Even healing my body during brief breaths, my symbol of purity kept getting violated.
"Stop, *haa* please *ahh* Leon...!"
Deeper and deeper his cock plunged. Sensations a cleric shouldn't know awakened one by one.
The feeling of my pussy stretching around his massive shaft, my womb entrance being pressed, my clit bumping his pubic bone...
I mustn't get used to these sensations...♥
The repeated pain of "losing virginity" was diminishing too. Because even the pain was becoming familiar.
And a terrifyingly swift strange pleasure began to overwhelm her.
"What... is this... *ahh♥*"
Her sharp cries of pain gradually changed.
"Ahh...♥ Haa....♥ Hng...♥"
Other emotions mixed into her groans of suffering: lust, yearning, pleasure she tried to hold back—but once ignited, her desire burned like dry tinder, refusing to die down.
"Hee...♥ Haa♥ Ung..♥ Hn..♥"
Lose virginity → gain pleasure → regenerate → lose virginity again. The cycle repeated.
One breath at a time, the back-and-forth motion persisted. As my breaths quickened, his hip movements grew rougher.
"Heek...♥ Ooh...♥ Ahh...♥"
When pleasure distracted me from regenerating, he'd tap my cheeks to urge me on, training me insultingly like teaching a beast a new trick.
I should be angry, furious at him mishandling a saint's body, but my foggy mind just blankly learned the new trick.
"Regenerate...♥ Regen'rating now...♥ Ahh...♥ So, hurry....♥"
Aah... I shouldn't...
I slipped up.
Hurry?! It sounded like I was regenerating not to restore purity, but to beg him to thrust again!
But this is getting... so good...♥
The moment it regenerated, my symbol of purity tore refreshingly again. Intense pleasure followed.
His sin-symbol scraping my inner walls like pulling out my guts. The emptiness in its wake.
I felt a dangerous habit forming.
This is bad♥ It'll become a habit...♥
A saint making losing virginity a habit—what blasphemy.
To cover my slip and end this dangerous confession quickly, I urged his "repentance."
"Hurry, *ahh♥* inside *ah♥* my body, *haaang♥* spill your *haa♥* sins...♥"
"Look forward to it, Saint Cecilia. Once you take sin inside your body, all the joy from this confession ritual will come at once."
"Eek...♥ Really?♥ What...♥ does that...♥ ahh...♥"
I demanded explanation, but it was unnecessary. Experience came faster than words.
I felt him ejaculating recklessly inside, thick white fluid gushing deep within.
Sin began filling me up.
And then, paradise.
"Haaaa....♥♥♥"
Yes. Paradise.
No other word fit this feeling.
"Paradise is always within you."
The church's interpretation was wrong...♥
Not some abstract heart. Paradise was literally "inside me."
"Hic, heek...♥ Ahh...♥"
The pleasure until moments ago was childish compared to this—like a tiny match to light fireworks.
In the explosion of ecstasy, I sobbed with joy.
"Thank you, *hic* thank you..."
Tears streaming from overwhelming bliss, I kept thanking... someone unclear.
The symbol of sin... no, now purified of all sin, it deserved a new name. His dick was too vulgar, so let's call it the "key to paradise."
His key that let me experience paradise still proudly displayed its majesty.
"Ahh... such a sinful man...♥"
With so much sin, saving him feels this good...♥
Guiding a sinful soul is this enjoyable...♥
Aah... too good... like I'm in paradise...♥
Certainty filled my anxious heart. I thought the Goddess might be angry, but I could never regret choosing to save Young Master Leon.
In the empty space of the Goddess in my heart, for a moment... Young Master Leon filled it.
"Sorry, Goddess... just for a bit, just a bit...♥"
Having received the ultimate baptism, no more confession was needed.
Yet I finished his remaining sins with oral confession, excusing it as possible lingering sin. ♥
"Hmm hmm hum...♪"
Unlike most women who waddled awkwardly the day after their first time with Leon, Cecilia walked lightly, arms full of scriptures, humming a tune.
Thanks to holy power healing, her body stayed in optimal condition, free of needless pain.
She hummed cheerfully, seemingly in high spirits, then set the thick scriptures on the table.
"Whew, so many..."
With a delighted expression, she slowly flipped through them.
This reading stemmed from hope that the scriptures held even more pleasurable confession methods, and desire to learn this delightful ritual more accurately and in detail.
"...Huh?"
Her languid face twisted in confusion as she turned the pages.
"Hm? Huh? What?"
Frantically rummaging through several scriptures with a baffled look, she finally slumped in despair.
"Why... is it not here...?"
Gone. Nowhere was the content of the shameful yet sacred confession ritual with Young Master Leon.
"No way... it can't be..."
Truly bizarre. He had clearly said it was a definite ritual from the scriptures...
Some mistake?
Confused by this fact, she decided to ask Young Master Leon.
Embarrassing, but he seemed to know the scriptures better than me.
She gathered the scriptures in a bundle and headed to Leon's room.