The Saintess's Confession Booth
The deep, resonant ding-ding of the bell echoed through every corner of the church, signaling the start of the afternoon.
After finishing lunch, I’d been chatting with the Saintess in the rest area. I downed my drink in one go and stood up.
“What did you say we’re doing this afternoon again?”
“Confession! I’ve told you like three times already.”
“Oh, right. So I just need to stand guard at the entrance?”
“Yes! If anyone suspicious approaches, just let me know. Though honestly, not many people come for confession these days, so it’ll probably be quiet. Let’s go!”
For the record, when the Saintess first started handling confessions, the booth was packed with guys who just wanted to stare at her face—or more accurately, her enormous breasts. The church eventually took drastic measures, blacklisting all of them, and only then did things calm down. Yeah… the Saintess’s chest really is dangerous.
Even now, as she walked ahead of me, the soft swell of her sideboob peeked out from under her arm, tempting me. I pushed the lust aside with a mind as clear as still water and followed her to the confession room.
A short while later, we arrived at the secluded confession booth on the outskirts of the grounds.
“I’ll head inside then. Stay right here and keep watch, okay?”
“Got it. What time will you be done?”
“I need to stay until four. If I work hard, I’ll buy you something tasty afterward.”
“Understood. See you later.”
With that, the Saintess disappeared inside, and the most mind-numbingly boring stretch of time began.
An hour passed without a single visitor. Even considering how far out of the way the booth was, this was extreme.
Well, who’d come on the weekend?
People finally had a day off. They’d rather spend it having fun or resting than waste time confessing here. Unless someone was desperate enough to clutch at straws, they wouldn’t bother.
“Haaaaam…”
I let out a massive yawn and glanced around for something—anything—to entertain myself. That’s when an idea popped into my head. A mischievous grin spread across my lips.
Maybe I should get some forgiveness from the Saintess while I’m at it?
A little over a month ago, I’d raped her in the slime dungeon. I was curious what kind of reaction she’d have if she heard about it.
With one percent guilt and ninety-nine percent mischief driving me, I checked to make sure no one was around, then slipped into the confession booth.
The space was tiny—just enough room for one person to move—and surprisingly cozy. The moment I sat down, the Saintess’s gentle voice came through the partition.
“What troubles bring you here today?”
I deliberately altered my voice before answering.
“About a month ago, I committed a grave sin. I’ve come seeking forgiveness.”
“A sin? What kind of sin?”
“Well, I happened to run into a slime in a dungeon. It had the ability to transform. So I made it turn into the Saintess’s cutout board and then I fucked it!”
“……You fucked it?”
“Yes! I shoved my cock into the Saintess’s pussy and came deep inside her! That’s why I’m here—I want to be forgiven.”
I deliberately chose the crudest words possible and described it in graphic detail. For a moment, the Saintess was rendered completely speechless. She’d probably never been sexually harassed like this before. The shock must have been enormous.
It took her a long time to speak again.
“Are you really saying this directly to the person involved?”
“Isn’t this the place where you confess your sins and receive forgiveness? Besides, I know anything said here is never supposed to leave this booth. It’s written in the scriptures, right?”
“You’re counting on that? How shameless!”
She sounded furious, but the frustration of being unable to do anything about it was clear in her angry huffing.
“Will you forgive me?”
When I had the audacity to ask for forgiveness on top of everything, the Saintess took several deep breaths to calm her rage. Finally, she let out a long sigh and showed mercy.
“Haa… Just this once. There won’t be a next time! Understood?”
“Of course. Thank you for your mercy, Saintess.”
“Then please leave now.”
She was clearly ordering me out. Her desire to never deal with me again practically radiated through the wall. But I didn’t budge an inch.
When she noticed I wasn’t moving, her voice turned puzzled.
“Is something wrong? Do you still have more to confess?”
“Yes. There’s one last thing I’m curious about.”
“What is it? Make it quick.”
Her tone made it clear she’d punish me immediately if I wasted any more of her time. I crouched like I was about to bolt and dropped the bomb.
“Don’t you have a single mole on the inside of your right thigh?”
“……Excuse me?”
“Your right thigh. There should definitely be a mole there…”
There was a brief rustling sound as she checked her thigh, followed immediately by an explosive roar.
“You—!!!”
The moment I heard her furious shout, I flung the door open, dashed out, and returned to my original spot as if nothing had happened.
Seconds later, the confession booth door burst open and the Saintess stormed out. She looked around frantically before turning to me.
“Did you see where the man who just left went?”
“Huh? Just now?”
“Quickly! We have to catch him right now! We can’t let a pervert like that roam free!”
She was so worked up she looked half-crazed, practically shaking me for answers. I kept my expression carefully neutral and shook my head.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. No one entered the confession booth.”
“What? Th-that can’t be right. Were you dozing off?”
“Not at all. Look at my face. Does this look like the face of someone who was sleeping?”
“Then… really?”
“Yes. If anyone was dozing, I think it might have been you, Saintess…”
When I gave her a suspicious look, she pouted, clearly upset at the accusation.
“No! I wasn’t sleeping! That’s strange… He was definitely here?”
“But there’s no one here. Maybe you just heard a hallucination—”
“I’m telling you it’s real! He even knew about the mole on the inside of my right thigh—Hup!?”
In her emotional outburst, the Saintess had accidentally revealed her own secret. I grinned wickedly.
“What was that? A mole on the inside of your thigh?”
“N-no! That was a slip of the tongue!”
“Really? You literally just said it yourself.”
“If I say it’s not, then it’s not! Got any proof?”
“Then do you have any proof, Saintess? To prove there’s no mole on your inner thigh, you’d have to show me directly…”
I deliberately let my gaze drift toward her thighs. Her face flushed bright red and she screamed loud enough to burst eardrums.
“Wh-where exactly are you looking right now?!”
Then she slammed her fist into my solar plexus.
Thud!
The impact hit my stomach like a hammer. I clutched my belly and dropped to my knees. As I groaned in pain, the Saintess flinched, startled by her own actions. Then, with a cold huff, she turned her back on me.
“Hmph! You deserved that! Reflect on your behavior right there!”
Slam!
She disappeared back into the confession booth. After pretending to suffer for a moment, I stood up with a satisfied smirk, thoroughly pleased with how well my plan had worked.
“Operation successful.”
Now the Saintess would never suspect me. The identity of the mysterious thigh-mole villain would remain forever lost in the labyrinth of doubt.
And with that, my day at the church came to an end.
A few days later, after training late into the evening, I returned to the dorm to find Abel and Yas both glued to the desk. They were so absorbed in whatever they were looking at that they didn’t even notice me enter.
I crept closer and peered over their shoulders. A single strange photograph lay on the desk.
What the hell is this?
It showed a woman with deep purple hair staring into a recording crystal. The angle suggested it had been taken secretly—half her face was blocked by a pillar, so her features weren’t clearly visible. Still, her figure was incredible and her head shape elegant. Just from the photo, you could tell she was stunningly beautiful.
She looks familiar…
I tilted my head, trying to place where I’d seen her before. Suddenly—
“U-ugh! What the—?!”
“Whoa! You scared me!”
Yas, who had been staring intently at the photo, finally noticed me and jumped so hard he nearly flipped the desk. Abel also flinched wildly before recognizing my face and calming down. Yas clutched his chest.
“Dude! If you’re coming in, at least make some noise! You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
“I did make noise. You were just too busy staring at the photo to notice. So what is that anyway? The framing looks like a secret shot. You guys got into the photo archive just to look at this?”
I shot them a look filled with one hundred percent disgust. Abel, apparently terrified of being lumped in with Yas, quickly made excuses.
“It’s not like that, Luan! We got this photo by accident.”
“By accident?”
“Yeah. Yas, you want to explain the rest? You’re the one who brought it.”
Looks like Abel had learned how to shift political risk while I wasn’t looking. Skillfully passing the explanation—and the blame—to Yas was impressive.
When I turned to Yas, the shameless bastard declared without a shred of embarrassment:
“Just like you’re thinking, this is a secretly taken photo!”
“Are you bragging?”
“Of course not! But if you’re going to throw stones at me, only people who’ve never sinned in their lives should be allowed to throw them! Luan! What about you?! Do you have the right to throw a stone at me?!”
“……”
For once, I couldn’t argue with him. Peeping at secret photos in the corner of a room was definitely better than rape. I sighed and changed the subject.
“So what is it? Why do you have it?”
“This photo? Who do you think the woman is?”
“I don’t know. No idea.”
“Really? You’ll be shocked when you find out.”
“So who is it already?”
“The identity is none other than—none other than—!”
Yas paused dramatically, clearly wanting a reaction. Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t in the mood to play along.
“Stop dragging it out and just say it.”
“It’s the Gray Tower Master, Roxana Sprouse!”
“The Gray Tower Master?”
I looked at the photo again and finally realized who it was. That distinctive hair color really was one of a kind. I was surprised it had taken me this long to recognize her.
“But isn’t that it? There are tons of photos of the Gray Tower Master floating around, right? I heard she’s insanely popular.”
“True! But the important part isn’t the Gray Tower Master—it’s the recording crystal!”
“The recording crystal?”
“Yeah! Look closely. What do you see?”
I focused as hard as I could. Inside the crystal, I could make out Roxana striking a very strange pose. And she was completely naked.
“Holy shit. Is she naked?”
“Exactly! She’s naked! It’s definitely a masturbation video! The senior who took it said he even heard moaning. It’s confirmed!”
“She watches something like this out in the open? That doesn’t make sense.”
It wasn’t just any dirty video—it was a recording of herself. The idea that she’d watch it so defenselessly was hard to believe. But my doubts vanished the moment Yas continued.
“It doesn’t make sense, but the evidence is right here. Remember the memorial service for the students who died during the recent training? The Gray Tower Master attended. This photo was taken then. She even came back once more after that, saying she was looking for something. Maybe she lost this recording crystal?”
“That’s just speculation. It could be something else.”
“Sure. But it could also be the recording crystal, right?”
“……”
What if it really was? Whoever found this crystal would possess a masturbation video of the legendary Roxana Sprouse, Master of the Gray Tower. The thought of that unreachable, lofty beauty becoming my personal fap material… No man on earth could possibly refuse that.
Of course, Yas was aiming even higher.
“Plus, if we use this, we might be able to get close to the Gray Tower Master!”
“You’re planning to blackmail her?”
“Are you insane? If I pulled that shit I’d be dead instantly. No—I’ll watch it once, return it, and earn her favor. So? You in? Join our adventure!”
“Our?”
When I glanced at Abel, the righteous protagonist blushed furiously and hung his head. Even someone with his upright personality apparently couldn’t resist the allure of a beautiful, mature woman’s masturbation video. I could understand completely.
“So, what do you say? Want to search for it together?”
“…No. I’m good. You guys do it yourselves.”
“For real? Even if we find it, you don’t want us to share?”
“Do whatever you want. I don’t care. I’m going to sleep.”
“Hey, wait! Are you serious? It’s Roxana! Roxana Sprouse! This could be your chance to get with your class president’s master!”
“Which is exactly why I’m not doing it, you idiot. Now shut up.”
I ignored Yas and lay down on my bed. I didn’t fall asleep right away. Instead, I slowly began to think.
Roxana’s masturbation video, huh… What should I do?
I’d told them I wasn’t interested, but it felt like a waste to pass up this chance to obtain such a powerful card. I might be able to build a connection with her using it as leverage. Even if not, I could probably get her help at least once.
Soon, I made my decision.
Let’s look for it.
If I find it, great. If not, no loss. With my mind made up, I properly tried to fall asleep.
And just before consciousness slipped away, one final thought crossed my mind.
But… it should be fine to watch a little bit before returning it, right?
After all, I’d need to check the contents to confirm it really was hers. That much should be okay.
…It has to be.