Saint Cecilia's Special Confession Ritual ♥ (6)
Lazy afternoon sunlight filtered through, casting a languid glow as I savored a moment of leisure. Then, heavy footsteps thudded from the end of the corridor, growing louder until they halted right outside my door. With a force that seemed ready to shatter it, Saint Cecilia flung the door open.
"What in the world is the meaning of this, Leon Sodus!"
"Welcome, Saintess."
Ignoring my greeting entirely, she dumped a stack of scriptures onto my desk. Thick tomes cascaded down, forming a small mountain of books.
"The scriptures recounting the goddess's birth and trials, the origin and end of sin—the Lumina Gospel, First Edition, which covers sin and forgiveness in detail—contain absolutely nothing about this 'confession ritual' you spoke of."
"Cecilia..."
"And! Not even in the Holy See's officially published Guide to Confession Rituals could I find any such content."
"Ha, well..."
I chuckled slyly, reaching out to pat her teasingly, but she scowled and swatted my hand away.
Now's not the time for games...! Leon Sodus!
Her golden eyes blazed as she glared at me.
"I'm not finished yet. Don't touch me—listen."
She warned me with a fierce stare, her divine power radiating outward, pressing in on me from all sides—a hint that the next warning wouldn't end in words alone.
"I scoured every Lumina scripture, and there's no verse known only to you that I couldn't find."
She didn't let up, lashing out relentlessly.
"Doctrines, prophecies, gospels, epistles... No scripture records any words like those you claim the prophet spoke."
"Looks like there was a misunderstanding, Cecilia."
Seeing her fuming, I adopted a rare serious expression to calm her.
Can't brush this off playfully anymore... Fine, time for the saintess to advance to the next stage anyway...
"Hmph, fine—I'll give you a chance to explain. Choose your words carefully."
She withdrew her divine power with a displeased frown, inwardly praying for a convincing explanation. Being swayed by childish wordplay would be utterly humiliating.
Reading her thoughts, I realized toppling her completely would be easy.
She's craving persuasion herself. Melt her mind with the right pleasure, and even bold suggestions will take root effortlessly.
"Have a seat first, Saintess. I have something to show you."
Hiding a predatory grin, I handed her a prepared booklet. She took the leather-bound volume—its cover mimicking a scripture—and tilted her head, flipping through the pages.
The leather felt supple in her hands. The paper rustled dryly, carrying a faint whiff of fresh glue from recent binding. With each page, her expression twisted further.
This book was densely filled with the exact "confession ritual" methods I'd described to her.
"Is this... a scripture? But... I've never heard of any scripture like this anywhere...?"
If she could trust the record, she'd have accepted it gladly and left. But the book's shoddy state and crude contents made that impossible.
Disappointing... Planning to fool me with this pathetic fake? I didn't come here for such half-hearted lies...
From the depths of her heart surged a hellish, sulfurous rage, dark red and boiling. I tamped down her erupting emotions, steering her fury in the right direction.
"Calm down, Saintess. That scripture isn't fake."
My attempt to soothe only backfired. Her white hair whipped wildly amid surging divine power—her emotions utterly uncontrolled.
"Not fake? You're trying to deceive this saintess with a hastily slapped-together pile of documents that screams 'brand new'?"
"Of course it's newly made. This is the 'next' content after all existing scriptures."
Her rage shifted to bewilderment.
"...What?"
She'd expected apologies or denials—neither matched my response. I turned her confusion to curiosity.
Admitting it's newly made yet insisting it's scripture... What is this...?
"I've been late explaining to you, Saintess. Keeping you in the dark is a grave sin in itself."
Her ears perked up, ready to listen intently. Her focused scowl, unlike her usual benevolent demeanor, held a strange allure.
...But first, a little fun.
I lifted her chin and plunged my tongue into her mouth, arbitrarily "cleansing" her sins. Satisfying my lust with her flesh while dosing her with pleasure to soften her mind for manipulation—a two birds, one stone delight.
Amazing.
For some reason, kissing Cecilia filled my mouth with fruity sweetness.
"Ngh...♥ Wh-what...?"
She should be furious, but her body rejoiced at my saliva's purification.
Because I made it that way.
The saintess, conditioned to feel joy from every sin-cleansing act, derived ecstasy from absolving mine. It was one reason she struggled to doubt my lies—if my scriptures were fake, her body's reactions made no sense.
"Forgive me. It pains this sinner to convey information with his lowly tongue."
Even my nonsense convinced her.
"Ah...♥ Fine, just *slurp* explain already. What do you mean 'new scripture'? *Smack*"
"Simple. I am the goddess's 'next prophet,' authoring new scriptures."
Her mind flashed to an explanation—clear, straightforward.
Heresy.
The goddess repeatedly warned: Beware false prophets who twist salvation with serpentine tongues.
False shepherds who lead lambs astray burn eternally in hell.
Her face paled instantly. She pulled away, stumbling back.
No, can't let that happen.
I halted her spiraling thoughts.
"I'm no heretic. Truly, the goddess appointed me her prophet."
It cost substantial mana, but no matter. This suggestion would complete her.
Get up now, escape him, escape... But before I do, shouldn't I confirm...?
"Right, Saintess. Hear me out."
99% chance he's a fake messiah conman, but that 1% possibility... Can't ignore it carelessly.
I can't risk being an irreverent priest who fails to serve the goddess's prophet...
Her thoughts bent to my will.
"Do you have any proof you're a prophet?"
Her voice trembled as she asked.
This vile sinner, piling crimes without remorse, a prophet of the Lord?
She snorted, one eyebrow arched in disbelief.
"It's all in this gospel."
I flipped to the next unviewed page of the "New Gospel" and showed her.
[My Saint Cecilia, you shall redeem the sins of my most faithful servant Leon.]
[With the body I bestowed upon you, cleanse his sins so he becomes an apostle without shame.]
[As my servant Cecilia purifies his flesh, proclaim my will once more.]
"This can't... be real."
The saintess rejected my fabricated new scripture.
"...Haha, that's written here too."
I showed her the following page. As the paper rustled over, it prophesied she would deny me three times before nightfall.
"Ngh...!"
She scowled in frustration.
"I need proof, proof!"
"Haha, the proof's right here, isn't it?"
I rubbed her sopping pussy, drenched from mere kisses.
"Hik!"
"Your mind brims with doubt, Saintess, but your devout flesh follows the goddess's will without question. Admirable."
Her sharp features dulled idiotically with each stroke—such an entertaining woman. As I violated her, I demanded she confirm through service to me.
If the new scripture was true, purifying my body would let her touch the divine will again.
"Ahh... Lord..."
Confused if devoting her body was heresy or faithful worship, if this act confirmed salvation or fell for a false prophet, the saintess slowly began servicing me.
***
"Hek♥, hng♥, ngh♥, haht♥, haa♥"
Her confusion evaporated in moments.
"Convinced now?"
She nodded frantically, her beautiful silver hair whipping wildly. Each thrust deep inside quelled the anxious melody in her heart. The thunderous pounding—like a hundred massive drums—faded to silence after piercing ten regenerated hymens.
Yes, repeated deflowerings had mostly erased her anxiety. I'd linked the joy of divine salvation to breaking's pain.
Addicted to the ecstasy of deflowering, she now "worshipped" my cock slightly for granting supreme bliss through endless virginity losses.
"Ah♥, ngh♥, haa♥, ugh♥"
Each round ended with her regenerating her flesh via divine power.
"Do it... again...♥ Heehee...♥"
Once more, for that delightful virginity's end. Post-ejaculation, she healed the semen-leaking body with divine power, reforming her hymen.
The narrowed passage forced my cum out only through a crescent slit.
"Aah... My virgin pussy's filled to the brim... Doesn't this make me conceive as a virgin...? Prophet...♥"
An unexpected notion, yet she aroused herself citing the scripture.
I slipped a hand between her thighs, hoisting her up from behind.
"Hng...?"
Aerially ravishing her slight frame, I finalized her mental reprogramming. Her deflowering-addicted mind crumbled softly under my will, like snowballs on a warm day.
"Aah... Prophet...♥"
Now, she'd do anything to aid my arduous journey completing the new scriptures. I'd twisted her goddess-directed faith into mine while she neglected her "servant."
"Aah... Praise be...♥"
Seeing her pray to my cock instead, I gleefully "completed" her.
"Thanks for the meal, Lumina Goddess."
The goddess's divinity in her fluids whimpered pathetically beside her.