Training Log [Ronin & Aria & Nermaraud] (2)
The dull, lifeless sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor. Walking beside a grim, middle-aged man from the crack of dawn was hardly a pleasant experience. Not that I could voice any complaints. This wasn't a situation I'd ever wanted, yet here I was, forced to accept it. Life really was this exhausting, this cruel. Nothing ever went the way I wanted.
"Could you slow down a little?" I asked. The person leading the way had such long strides that I had to speak up.
He didn't even glance back as he answered curtly, "The Saintess is waiting."
Oh, is that so? From the way he spoke, it didn't seem like he'd slow down. Nothing I could do about it. I'd just have to move my legs faster.
Since we weren't particularly close, there wasn't much conversation between us. It was an uncomfortable silence.
Ronin the priest. On the surface, he always wore a gentle smile, the kind that seemed overflowing with consideration and altruism. A benevolent face that practically declared, 'This is how a man of the cloth should look.' Yet his actions and reactions were always ice-cold.
Suddenly curious, I asked, "By the way, was it the Saintess who suggested we eat together?"
Maybe it was because I'd mentioned the Saintess. Ronin, who had been responding so dryly until now, stopped walking and turned around. I'd been hurrying to catch up with him, so I had to slam on the brakes. I nearly collided with him. Did he have to stop so suddenly like that?
"Priest Ronin?" I glared at him, irritation clear in my voice.
His eyes were calm and composed. How should I describe it? They were chilling. Like a predator sizing up whether its target was prey or a rival. It made my skin crawl, the hairs on my body standing on end.
"That's correct," he said briefly, then started walking again.
It took me a long moment to realize that had been his answer to my question. He certainly had a talent for leaving people breathless. Did he enjoy catching others off guard? I continued walking, savoring the atmosphere that had grown even more awkward than before.
For some reason, the further we went, the more deserted the area became. Wasn't that strange? A dining hall should be a place where many people came and went. Yet the direction he was heading had no trace of human presence whatsoever. What kind of unpleasant trick was this?
"We're almost there."
With a heavy clunk, he opened a hidden door leading underground. That's when I realized I'd made a terrible mistake. Intensely so. Was this what a death row inmate felt like on the way to the execution ground? Maybe I should come up with an excuse and run away right now.
Had he sensed my suspicious behavior? Priest Ronin stared at me silently. Aren't you coming? He didn't say a word, but my instincts—or perhaps my intuition—seemed to hear it loud and clear.
I glanced behind me, intending to check the path we'd walked. It was clearly midday by the clock, yet the corridor looked as dark and gloomy as a midnight path. Had there always been such a pitch-black hallway in the main headquarters of the Sex Cult? An alien atmosphere hung in the air. It felt like another world entirely.
Suddenly, a suffocating pressure gripped my chest. Was that when it happened? Deep within that thick, heavy darkness, a pair of purple eyes gleamed. Something was there. My animalistic senses—or sixth sense, if you prefer—screamed at me. Run from this place. Now.
"Priestess Nermaraud."
A chill ran down my spine. It felt like hearing the sound of someone falling from a high place and having their skull crushed. The tone was the kind that inspired ominous imaginings. It carried a metallic stench, like the smell of dried blood clots brushing against my nose.
I swallowed dryly and answered, "What is it?"
Ronin smiled. As if he couldn't bear not to. "Why are you so tense?"
Is this bastard out of his mind? If it were you, wouldn't you be tense if someone invited you to eat together and then opened the door to a hidden basement?
"Since when has the headquarters' dining hall been in the basement?"
His thick, viscous smile grew even deeper. What a terrifying way to smile.
"Priestess Nermaraud, do you enjoy fine dining?"
It was an abrupt question. Enjoy fine dining? I answered in a somewhat reluctant tone.
"...Well, if given the choice, I'd prefer to eat something delicious."
"That's fortunate. A feast beyond your imagination awaits you, Priestess Nermaraud."
Just how lavish and extravagant must this feast be for him to confidently lead someone into a basement like this? It couldn't be an offering for the dead, could it?
Lately, I've been learning holy spells. It wasn't a bad routine. It was far better than being reduced to a breeding sow for Cardinal Mavlof or the bishops. However, while it was physically comfortable, it was mentally exhausting. If I didn't show results in my training, they would scold or criticize me. Asking why I could only learn this much. Why, with such holy power, I couldn't use it properly. They hounded me constantly.
Ah, was I not even being treated as a person? Well, if they had treated me like one, they wouldn't have used me as breeding stock in the first place. At any rate, compared to the refined standards of these noble clergymen, I seemed to be an extremely immature and inadequate Saintess.
So what? As if I'd care. It would be strange for a modern person to skillfully wield something like holy spells. Does a person know how to move a lizard's tail? Do they know how to walk on a spiderweb with eight legs like a spider? Of course not. Naturally, they wouldn't. Because they've never experienced it before!
Their demand that I use perfect holy spells was no different from asking the impossible. An utterly unreasonable request.
Aah, that's right. I'm pathetic. I don't have even a shred of talent for holy spells. But how is that my fault? I did exactly what you all told me to. I studied hard and followed along diligently. I even squeezed in review sessions during what little free time I had. I put in an insane amount of effort. But what I can't do, I can't do. No matter how much I cling to it, nothing changes. What am I supposed to do? I just can't use it.
Honestly, using it overnight would be weird. It's impossible. What can I do if it doesn't work no matter how hard I try? What exactly do you want from me? At least give me enough time. They don't even give me any free time after the holy spell lessons end. They'd nitpick everything—my speech was strange, my posture was strange—and use it as an excuse for corrective rape. That way, I wouldn't even have time to focus on the holy spells. If I resisted or rebelled, I'd face even harsher punishment. Even if I obeyed quietly, I'd still suffer sadistic torment. They were driving me into a corner.
I now understood all too well what it meant to be broken down moment by moment. Because that was exactly my current state.
A loose, sloppy smile forced its way across my lips. Because that's what the people in front of me liked to see.
"I greet the bishops."
Look at them. The bishops were looking at me. Their gazes were so repulsive they made my skin crawl. Just look at the state of them. Every single one had taken off their lower garments. It was insane. For high-ranking clergymen to so brazenly expose their cocks like this. No doubt they'd treat my body like a toy again. I'd grow hot, my head would go fuzzy, and I'd turn into an idiot.
Should I consider it fortunate that neither the Cardinal nor Ronin was here?
"What are you doing, not undressing yet?" The words dripped with thick, viscous lust. I knew. Every word out of their mouths was nothing but a pathetic excuse. They were tormenting me under that pretext.
I carefully lifted the hem of the holy vestments I wore. Past my plump thighs and smooth belly, all the way up to my waist. My completely hairless, smooth pussy was laid completely bare.
"...As you instructed, I am not wearing any underwear."
I clenched my molars. I mustn't curse. I mustn't frown. It would only make them torment me more. It would only make it more painful. I just had to obey as if my emotions had been castrated.
One of the bishops grabbed my breast. He squeezed so hard it actually hurt. If you gripped that tightly, it would only cause pain.
"Eut, ah, it hurts."
"Hm? What did you just say?" The bishop asked again, as if to confirm what he'd heard. What, you grope my breast like you're trying to rip it off and I can't even say anything?
"Are you talking back with that upper mouth, or is it this lower one?"
The bishop's thick, meaty fingers stroked over my mound before beginning to fondle it in earnest. Where the hell do you think you're touching with those filthy hands, you crazy bastard?
I flinched. "Hngh."
I'd been touched so much that my body reacted on its own. A wave of self-loathing washed over me. To think I was feeling anything from hands like these.
"Still, you're not acting as violently as last time, Saintess Aria." Squish, squish. His fingers stirred inside my pussy.
"B-because... hah... I've learned... ngh... my place."
Even the heated moans that slipped out while I spoke seemed to delight them. Trash bastards. Filthy bastards. No matter how much I cursed them in my head, I couldn't hide my depression.
"Have you really learned your place?" The bishop, who had been caressing me in a revolting manner, grabbed my wrist where I was holding up my vestments. I was practically dragged along.
"It doesn't seem that way at all." The bishop threw me roughly to the floor. Why? Before the question could even fully form in my mind, several men's arms pinned down my limbs.
"C-could I ask what mistake I've... made..."
Slap. My cheek was struck. My head whipped to the side. It was unfair. What had I done to deserve being hit?
"Your movements are so slow. Didn't I clearly tell you to beg?"
......
My stomach churned. I felt like I was going to vomit. So what you're saying is... I should spread my pussy wide and beg you to fuck me senseless? Like some vulgar, loose whore? What about my conduct as a Saintess? What about my demeanor as a Saintess? One thing, then another. Just stop already. At least be consistent with your bullshit. I'm getting dizzy.
"Fuck, what disgusting bullshit."
"Oh dear, look at that. You've uttered another vulgar word. This is only because you've received Priest Ronin's correction. If not, who knows how pathetic you would have looked..."
"Shut your fucking mouth, you repulsive bastard—hic."
I couldn't continue speaking. A sharp pain shot through me. A cock had entered. Where? Where else?
"Pull it out! Take it out! You fucking pig bastard!"
I thrashed wildly. I tried to kick him away. But I didn't have the strength.
"Aah, no matter how many times I taste it, it's always like a virgin. Even though this is a worn-out, sloppy cunt that's been used by so many men."
"Isn't that the Saintess's only redeeming feature?"
"Get it out, get it out! Ahng, ahng!"
The bishops didn't pay the slightest attention to my words. They simply chatted among themselves.
"Still, she's not struggling as fiercely as she did at first."
"Perhaps Her Holiness the Saintess is secretly enjoying this situation?"
Don't spout nonsense. Who's enjoying this?
"Hahng, uhhng. Stop pulling my hair! Hic."
"It seems she understands a man's heart quite well. To let out such pleasure-filled moans like this."
No. These aren't my moans.
"Pretending otherwise while panting so shamelessly."
"I wonder why you're resisting so much."
"Shut up—hngh. All of you—haa—I will kill—ahng—I will kill you all—haahng."
"If you keep acting so wildly, won't Priest Ronin be truly delighted?"
My mouth stopped. My tongue froze. Ronin was terrifying. That psycho bastard was a vicious sadist who existed solely to torment me. The memory of being forced to climax for hours by tentacles. The memory of my stomach writhing in agony from slime. Besides that, he'd smeared aphrodisiac on my pussy and forbidden me from masturbating, forced me to say humiliating things, burned my flesh with a hot iron, and committed every single thing I hated.
Yes. I dare to declare it. He was my nightmare.
I no longer resisted. I closed my mouth.
"There is no one better than Priest Ronin at taming the Saintess into obedience."
Even though I'd fallen silent, the bishop didn't stop moving his hips. Squish, squelch, thrust. The heat rose as flesh slapped against flesh. Was it the frictional heat? Or was my blood circulating so rapidly that my body was growing hot? Whichever it was, the suffocating heat was the same.
I was being fucked while bent over like a dog. Violated. My body, my mind—everything. A hollow nausea swirled in my mouth before vanishing. My crotch ached. It throbbed painfully. My head felt like it was floating.
"Hngh, haah, uhhng."
I reached climax.
"Oh, you've come already? The Saintess's sensitivity has been excellent lately."
Spurt. He came inside me. I felt his cock being pulled out. The foreign sensation that had been stirring my insides at will disappeared.
"Haaah, huu..."
My cheek touched the ground. I gasped for breath. My breath was hot. Strength left my body. Semen dripped down my thighs in thick strands.
"What are you doing, not removing the semen? Surely you don't intend to greet the bishops' cocks with such a filthy cunt, do you?"
"......"
Without a word, I spread my legs in an M-shape and inserted my fingers into my pussy. Then I scraped out as much semen as I could. The sticky, slippery fluid coated my fingers. There was semen even beyond where my fingers could reach. He'd ejaculated so deeply.
"Hngh, ah, ngh."
To remove the semen, I inevitably had to dig around inside. In doing so, I inevitably stimulated the sensitive spots scattered throughout my pussy, and suppressed moans naturally leaked out.
Perhaps that sight had ignited their lust. One bishop pushed me down and thrust his cock inside. It was similar to the mating press position I'd jokingly talked about back when I was a man. It hurt. It was agonizing. But strangely, it felt good. Was I the one who was crazy, or were they? I didn't know. And I didn't want to know.
Ah, I wished it was time to learn holy spells soon. Then I wouldn't have to suffer this kind of torment. The teacher's personality wasn't too bad, either.
Creak. The sound of a door opening rang out. Since I was being fucked by a bishop, I couldn't see it, but it seemed someone had entered. Was it already over? It didn't seem like it.
"Ha?"
The voice wasn't unfamiliar. If anything, it was familiar. At the same time, it was a tone that should never have been here.
"Saintess...?"
Ah. Why are you here? The fact that you're seeing this... It means Ronin permitted it. Does it mean he'll continue to humiliate me even during the time I'm supposed to be learning holy spells? How far does he have to push me before he's satisfied?
Once again, one of my few moments of peace was disappearing. Where was the place for me? I didn't know at all.