The Serpent's Temptation
The front of the cathedral was bustling with noise. Some of the children were excited, their faces bright with anticipation for the newly renovated orphanage, while others sniffled and wept at the thought of leaving the church they had grown so attached to. Julia was one of the latter.
“Sister… you have to come visit the orphanage. Promise?”
Julia, who had been glued to Sua’s side since morning, finally burst into tears.
“Julia, don’t worry. I’ll visit often.”
“Sniff… Really? You’ll really come a lot?”
Watching Julia blink her watery eyes and ask with such innocent trust, Sua felt a sharp pang in her chest. Lying to such a sweet child felt like a sin in itself.
“…Yes. I’ll come visit.”
“Yay!”
Julia’s face lit up as though she had never cried at all. Sua managed an awkward smile in return.
Her plan to return to Korea remained unchanged, but she could still meet Julia separately. As long as she didn’t run into Tezman.
“Thank you, Sister!”
“Sister, you have to come see us at the orphanage!”
As Sua hugged each child saying her goodbyes, Julia suddenly burrowed into her arms.
“Sister, Sister. Let me whisper!”
“Hmm?”
When Sua leaned down, Julia wrapped her arms around her neck and whispered softly.
“You know that handsome man? I think he likes you very much, Sister.”
“…What?”
“He never smiles when he sees us, but he always smiles when he looks at you. See? It’s true, right?”
Julia pointed with her small hand. Sua’s gaze slowly followed the direction of that tiny finger.
There he was. The man with golden eyes fixed on her, wearing a languid smile.
It was him. Tezman.
“Ah…”
The soft exclamation slipped from her lips before she could stop it. Julia whispered again.
“They say when people love each other, it’s a blessing! That’s what the director said!”
A blessing? There could be no such thing between a nun and a man like him.
“…Yes.”
Even though she tried not to dwell on it, the knowledge that he smiled when he looked at her kept tugging at her mind. Ignoring the persistent stare that followed her every move, Sua turned toward the orphanage director and teachers.
“Have a safe journey.”
The director beamed at Sua’s words.
“Thank you, Sister. The children have grown so much thanks to you.”
“The priests did most of the work. I hardly did anything.”
As Sua smiled gently, one of the teachers standing beside the director spoke up.
“Julia really seemed to adore you.”
It was a young male teacher with a fresh, earnest face.
“Please come visit the orphanage to see Julia.”
Sua answered the friendly young man with a smile.
“I will.”
It was a short exchange. Sua had spoken with the director and the other female teachers as well, but the image that lingered in Tezman’s mind like a stubborn afterimage was Sua smiling at that male teacher.
His insides churned. He didn’t like the way that man had grinned in front of her, either.
He would make excellent fertilizer for the vineyard.
“Ha.”
Fertilizer for the vineyard? Was he truly jealous over a few smiles and words? He paused. Jealousy. The emotion boiling inside him like molten lava was jealousy.
“Our dear Sister is teaching me all kinds of things.”
Even he found it absurd. He clicked his tongue. Perhaps it was not Sua but himself who needed to pray desperately. To beg God to send her to him.
After all, with so many followers already, surely God could spare one for him.
After a long round of farewells, the children and teachers from the orphanage finally departed. Only then did Father Vincenzo, Father Yohan, and Sua begin to move. While the two priests headed into the monastery, her steps turned toward the cathedral.
Naturally, his own steps followed her.
She seemed to be tidying up the cathedral where traces of the children still remained. Though the orphanage staff had already cleaned it, she was picking up tiny things like stray candy wrappers from hidden corners.
When Sua lifted her head after diligently gathering the trash, she met his unwavering gaze.
“…Tezman.”
“Sister. I’ll apologize in advance.”
In one stride he closed the distance, cupped the nape of her neck, and claimed her lips. His tongue thrust roughly between her parted lips before she could close them. Like an act of violence, it swept across the roof of her mouth and ravaged every inch inside.
As if punishing her for smiling so brightly at the male teacher earlier. He drove deep into her throat, imprinting his presence.
The quiet cathedral was soon filled with obscene, wet sounds. Only then did he pull away, breathing hard and hot.
“Haa… ha…”
Gasping roughly, Sua leaned half her weight against him. Her vision blurred into a hazy fog.
Something firm nudged against her abdomen. The contact made her lower belly tingle. Even as wetness gathered between her legs, within her dazed mind Sua instinctively rubbed herself against whatever pressed there. It was pure instinct.
“Ha, Sister.”
It was Tezman who was losing his mind at her movements. He had only meant to kiss her to soothe the jealousy raging in his chest. After all, he was the one who had gone into heat because of her.
“Are you in heat for me too, Sister?”
Yet here she was, rubbing against him like a female in estrus. The realization made him want to confirm it. To see if her hole was leaking slick to soak her underwear just as his cock had oozed precum to stain his.
A large hand seized the hem of her nun’s habit and yanked it up in one swift motion.
“Ah…!”
Before Sua could protest, his hand slipped between her thighs and pressed a finger against that damp place. As if checking, his long middle finger slowly rubbed over the fabric of her underwear.
The material was already drenched. Even a light stroke made it glide slickly over her flesh.
“You’re wet?”
Was it her imagination, or did she hear pure ecstasy in his voice?
“Sister, did you get this wet because of me?”
“Haa… Tezman…”
“Tell me. I’m asking if you got wet because of me.”
“S-stop…”
The moisture coating his fingertips made it impossible to think straight. He hastily pulled her panties aside and moved his finger. The digit that had gently traced her folds now plunged deep between the plump petals.
“Ha.”
A hot breath exploded from his lips. The way his finger moved, sliding through her arousal, nearly drove him insane. When his thumb brushed lightly over her swollen clit, Sua gasped and convulsed.
He moved slowly, careful not to frighten her into fleeing. The finger that had parted her pretty, closed folds now searched for the source of the slick. Soon it found her entrance. The tiny hole twitched against his fingertip, so small it seemed it could barely take a single digit.
“St-stop… please… stop…”
At her tearful, pleading voice, he reluctantly withdrew his hand from between her legs.
It was impossible to tell anymore. Just like her red lips and the corners of her eyes, her entire face was flushed deep crimson.
“Ha, Sister.”
Breathing with raw heat, Sua looked up at him through tear-filled eyes. In her clear, mirror-like gaze, his finger was reflected. She knew exactly what the glistening fluid on it was.
It was an unmistakable trace of corruption.
Watching her face grow pale and stiff, Tezman’s lips curved into a gentle smile. How far would he have to push before she fell completely into his arms?
He toyed with the wetness coating his finger, then brought it to his mouth.
“Ah, no…”
He parted his lips, extended his tongue, and sucked the wet digit as though savoring the finest candy. It was an utterly lewd sight. The raw image of his red tongue licking up the fluid that had come from her body made Sua feel as though her mind was shattering.
She knew better than anyone that what he was tasting had come from inside her.
Finally, tears began to fall from her eyes. Using the same finger he had just licked clean, he gently wiped her tears away and asked,
“Why are you crying, Sister?”
“H-how… can you…”
“Stop trying to deceive yourself. You got wet too.”
His voice, cunning and seductive like a serpent, slithered into her ear.
“It means you lusted for me. Your body is begging for me.”
A nun feeling lust? It sounded cheap and vulgar. They were nearly at the end now.
“So choose me.”
He wanted to pull her trembling, slender body into his arms right then, but he held back. He needed to hear her answer. Forcing the words out as though squeezing them from her throat, Sua spoke.
“…If I choose Tezman, it would be the same as falling into corruption.”
Resentment shimmered in her tear-filled eyes.
“The more you fall, the more salvation I receive.”
He wanted her to abandon everything and become his redemption.
“Therefore.”
He smiled like the devil himself. The lost little lamb had already been devoured by the serpent.
“Choose me, Sister.”