Affairs in the Confessional - 1
When I first possessed the body of Ian, the NTR protagonist, I was so depressed I wanted to kill myself.
But after consuming the Giant Weed, my life flipped one hundred and eighty degrees.
Overflowing stamina. Boundless vitality. It felt as though testosterone were surging through me without end.
"If only it had been like this in the game, too."
Even so, the Giant Weed's effects came with one problem.
Just as a man wants to take a new car out for a drive, or show off a house he's finally secured — I wanted to put my newly enlarged cock to use at least once.
But where?
Unfortunately, my wife Isabel still couldn't handle even the lightest affection because of Rose's Punishment. And as for hiring a prostitute, the thought of disease put me off.
With this stamina and vitality I probably wouldn't catch most things — but you never know.
I fretted over where I might put it to use, and then one woman suddenly came to mind.
There's Reina.
The main stage of The Lewd Nun's Affairs was Capital Calion, seat of the papal court — but the prologue took place in Entiel Village.
A country youth who swallowed the wrong aphrodisiac begged Reina to relieve his lust in the confessional.
Reina, sexually frustrated at the time, couldn't refuse him. She ended up having sex with the country youth again and again. Then another nun discovered them, she was referred to the Inquisitor, and she was sent off to Capital Calion — that was the content of the prologue of The Lewd Nun's Affairs.
Because of that incident, the church withdrew from Entiel Village.
The Sun God Sect valued chastity above all else. That a senior nun — and a Saint candidate, no less — had lost her virginity was a massive scandal within the order. They had no time to spare for the petty affairs of some rural backwater.
I know there were other reasons too, but they can't be allowed to pull out because of Reina.
There was still more to milk from the church. Leaving Reina as she was, though, wasn't wise either.
A lewd nun like that — leave her alone and she'll get fucked by whatever man wanders by.
Better I take her first than hand her off to someone else. Besides, I already had a way to protect Reina's chastity.
But how do I fuck her?
Acting like that nameless country youth who swallowed a cock-necrosing aphrodisiac just to screw a nun — I had far too much to lose.
Is that method the only way after all?
Having formed a plan, I headed straight for the church.
If one were to describe a nun's life in a single phrase, it was a theater endlessly repeating the same dull play. The emptiness that came from a daily life spinning like a hamster wheel could be called the very essence of being a nun.
But unlike the sisters born and raised within the church, for Reina — who had come from a brothel where desire and pleasure seethed — that empty life was pure torment. That was why she personally received church visitors instead of leaving the duty to junior nuns. At least meeting people from the secular world let her forget the monotony for a little while.
Will Brother come again today?
Lately, a man had caught Reina's interest. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was more mysterious than anyone. Looking at his speech and bearing, he seemed like a noble's bastard — or perhaps a fallen aristocrat.
He seems so devoted for his wife's sake.
His character was good, too. He had taken as his wife a woman no one in the village would even glance at, and he was working tirelessly for his sick spouse.
If I hadn't become a nun, would I have met a man like Brother?
Whenever a wedding was held at the church, Reina always envied the brides. Unlike her, those women being loved by a man looked so radiant. And sometimes she would think: if she had remained a prostitute instead of becoming a nun back then, what kind of life would she be living now?
Would I have met a good man and become a mother of two? Or would I be selling my body to rough men just to buy a cheap loaf of bread?
What Reina imagined was the latter. She knew all too well what kind of life a brothel prostitute led. Prostitutes who met good men and married could be counted on one hand; most lived at the bottom. That was why young Reina had chosen the life of a nun. Living as a respected sister, however hard, was a hundred times better than scraping by as a bottom-rung whore.
But Reina's nature was far too lewd to endure the empty life of a nun.
"Hah…"
She imagined herself being loved by a man. Not the tender, pure love she had seen at weddings — a violent love, where a man's lust and raw desire for her body crashed against her.
"Brother, you mustn't do this."
Just imagining it made her lower belly heat up. Naturally, her hands began to grow warmer, too.
That was when—
Clack!
"Hyaat?!"
A sudden visitor arrived.
"I've come to confess my sins to the Goddess."
The visitor was the very man Reina had been thinking about lately.
Among a nun's duties was hearing confessions from the faithful in the confessional. But the church in Entiel Village had so few visitors, and given the nature of a rural village where everyone knew everyone through one connection or another, people were reluctant to come. Because of this, the confessional at the Entiel Village church might as well not have existed.
By canon law, however, the confessional had to be maintained at all times, so the nuns had no choice but to spend two or more hours alone inside it for nothing. One might expect complaints about unnecessary work — yet curiously, no nun complained.
Well, confessional duty is legally sanctioned free time.
Nuns forced into communal living in the closed environment of a church were fundamentally sexually frustrated, and for such women, confessional duty that legally granted them alone time was like rain in a drought. Some sisters even looked forward to it with eager anticipation.
"Hah… Brother, you mustn't do this."
And that included the senior nun Reina.
"I must offer my chastity to the Goddess… haah!"
This bitch is masturbating in the confessional again.
As I approached the confessional, Reina's moans reached my ears. Since no one ever came, she was freely satisfying her urges with her own hands.
Should I blackmail her with the masturbation?
Greed flickered for a moment, but I shook my head. If I wanted to fuck Reina, I could do it anytime. Considering I'd need her help going forward, though, I needed to maintain a relatively amicable relationship.
And somehow I want to conquer Reina head-on.
Reina was a naturally lewd woman. Once she crossed the line, she'd give her body to this man and that man just like in The Lewd Nun's Affairs.
That can never happen. Not even if I die.
I needed to make her mine alone — even if the process was troublesome.
Clack.
I entered the confessional. The interior was wider than expected, the space divided by a thin curtain.
"I've come to confess my sins to the Goddess."
I spoke toward Reina beyond the curtain. She was startled by my appearance, but as a senior nun she handled it skillfully.
"What sin have you committed, Brother?"
"Though I have a wife, I harbored lustful thoughts toward another woman."
"The Goddess has said that lusting after a woman who is not one's wife is adultery."
Reina spoke in such a benevolent voice that one would never guess she'd been masturbating mere moments ago.
"Though Brother has committed adultery in his heart, the Goddess will forgive Brother who has confessed his sin."
"Can I still be forgiven even if the woman I lusted after is a nun?"
"Th-that…"
Reina stammered at my words. In the Sun God Sect, a man lusting after a nun was taboo. But I pressed straight through.
"She was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Beautiful enough to shake even my love for my wife."
"B-Brother…"
"The way she smiled so radiantly at me still won't leave my mind. When she walks in front of me swaying her plump hips, I can't help but wonder if she's trying to seduce me."
"I-I had no such intention… kuh."
Reina, who'd accidentally spoken out of character, coughed once and resumed her act as a diligent nun.
"Brother, nuns are women who have dedicated everything to Goddess Helia. Even accidentally lusting after a nun will incur the Goddess's wrath."
"I know. But every time I see her, this urge won't settle."
"A sin that begins in the heart will eventually be committed in action. If you truly cannot suppress your desire — if your urges build up beyond your control — how about relieving them through your wife?"
"I'd like to, but my member is like this, making it difficult to make love with my frail wife."
"Hweh?"
I stuck my cock through the gap in the curtain. It was a potentially dangerous move, but I trusted Reina's perverted nature. Sure enough, seeing my massive size, she was so overwhelmed she stammered.
"I-it certainly is enormous."
"Sister, what am I to do? Must I live only committing sins like this?"
"P-please wait a moment. Let me ask the Goddess directly…"
Hearing my predicament and seeing no solution, Reina began to fluster. I didn't stop there — I pushed her even harder.