Prologue: What Does a Priest Do?
A priest's duties are many and varied—offering Mass every day, administering baptisms, spreading the Gospel, teaching doctrine, managing the parish and its faithful, and so on.
But in this backwater village, the one thing I do most often is this.
"…Good day, Father."
"Good day to you, my brother."
In a perfectly sealed space, separated by an opaque screen that prevents us from seeing each other, I listen to confessions of sin. This is what I do most frequently.
In a small village like this with so few people, the drawback is that I can tell who's speaking just from their voice. Still, I have to hear their sins.
Because that's a priest's job.
The man confessing to me now is the owner of the village's one and only butcher shop.
"In the name of the Lord, I confess my sins."
The butcher settled into his seat and began spilling his sins.
"It has been one week since my last confession."
A tale from just one week ago. What sin could the butcher have committed in that time?
"…I lusted after Sister Viola."
*Twitch!*
Viola—the only other member of this church besides me.
This forty-year-old man… married, no less… had lusted after a girl barely into her twenties.
The butcher continued in a voice thick with genuine remorse.
"During Mass last Sunday, I caught the scent of Sister Viola as she passed by my side."
"That fragrance felt like… something meant to seduce a man."
"And so, without thinking, while I was supposed to be praying with my eyes closed, I opened them and looked at Sister Viola."
*Slurp…*
"Her slender waist… that plump ass and hips, those full breasts—they filled my mind with forbidden fantasies."
*Slurp… slurp…*
"I see…."
I could have stopped there, but curiosity and a sadistic urge stirred in me. I decided to dig deeper.
"Nothing said here leaves this booth. So, please, tell me more."
Hearing that, the butcher seemed entranced, recounting his lewd imaginings from that moment.
"I stand up right there… drag Sister Viola with me… back to my house… and lock her away…."
"I see."
*Slurp… slurp… gluck…* *Twitch! Twitch!*
The story seemed like it might stall, so I prodded him a little.
"Please, go on."
At those words, something burst in the man, and he poured out his fantasy to me.
"In my imagination, I rip off Sister Viola's thin habit… tear away those secret undergarments cradling her body…."
*Twitch! Twitch!*
"I knead that voluptuous ass visible even through her habit with my hands, spank it lightly. I bring my mouth to those surely pink, luscious nipples and suck hard, nibble them gently."
"I see…."
"And then, and then… I turn her around, press my cock between her ass cheeks. She's crying and begging—'I'm sorry, please spare me, forgive me, don't do this, it's my first time.'"
"And after that?"
*Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!*
He froze at some point, so I gave a subtle gesture to urge him on.
"Ignoring all of Sister Viola's pleas… I thrust my meat rod into her virgin pussy…."
*Slurp… slurp… gluck…* *Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!*
It felt like it couldn't go on any longer, so I spoke to the butcher.
"Anyone might have such thoughts. What matters is that you gave yourself over to good rather than lust, and that you've come here repenting your sin. Surely the Lord will forgive you."
"Really… really?"
"Of course. Now, let us pray."
"Yes… thank you, Father…."
I prayed with the butcher to the Lord.
To forgive his lewdness, to keep him from falling into temptation again, to save him from the clutches of lustful demons.
Once the prayer ended, the butcher said to me,
"Thank you so much, Father…."
"It's nothing. It's my job, after all."
"Without Father Kasian, there'd be no one to hear confessions like this…."
"Haha, truly, it's nothing."
"By the way, Father."
"Yes?"
In response to my question, the butcher asked something unexpected.
"…Is there maybe a leak in here or something?"
"What do you mean?"
"I keep hearing these weird noises…."
"……Oh dear, looks like I need to get it repaired again. Thank you for letting me know."
The butcher chuckled nonchalantly at my reply.
"Hahaha! Good thing you noticed now. I'll be off, then!"
With that, the butcher left the booth…
"…That's what he said, Sister Viola?"
I addressed Sister Viola, who was down below me, sucking my cock with all her might.
To this pathetic, perverted masochist nun, who had frozen in place at some point, her body merely twitching.
"The butcher… owner's gaze… I knew it, but…."
"You knew, but? How does it feel hearing it straight from him?"
"Hearing it… directly…."
Sister Viola trembled with shame and humiliation, then broke into a lewd smile and confessed her true feelings to me.
"It turns me on… my body's burning up…."
…A perfect lewd masochist nun. Viola.