Chapter 10 - The Trap During Mass Time
The next morning, Viola's face was flushed when she woke up.
It was only natural. Everything that happened in her dream would remain etched in her memory. In that dream, she'd nearly been ravaged by the roper, only for me to save her—and then we indulged in passionate sex.
She'd even learned how to service a cock while doing it.
It was a mix of regret and delight. As such a hardcore masochist that she couldn't even properly service a dick, I'd given up expecting her to do it for me. But on the flip side, it assured me I could do all sorts of fun things to her without worry.
Given her inclinations, she'd gladly accept even somewhat violent play. Confirming that made it impossible not to feel thrilled.
"P-Priest… good morning…!"
I gave a light wave to Viola, who greeted me with her face bright red.
"Yes, Viola. Good morning."
Viola's body trembled faintly at my greeting.
To tease her, I lowered my stance slightly and spoke to her.
"Miss Viola, you don't look well. Is something the matter?"
"W-Well… um… that is…"
Viola couldn't string her words together. Moments like this really showed she was a pure, kind-hearted nun.
Even after we'd done those things in reality several times, she couldn't even properly say, 'I had a naughty dream about you, Father!'
That made her all the more lovable—and all the more arousing.
Defiling her pristine purity with my color was a privilege, a stroke of luck.
And devouring her yin energy at the same time was luck as well.
Of course, I'd enjoy those fortunes again today.
"Miss Viola, we'll be quite busy today."
"What day is it?"
Viola tilted her head curiously, and I answered her.
"Yes, what day is it?"
"…Ah!"
Viola let out a small exclamation as realization dawned.
"It's Mass day today, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's right. It's the busiest day for our church."
Mass—in simple terms, the day of worship.
The day we pay homage to the Lord.
For the record, I'm an incubus. Which meant Mass time would be my most agonizing ordeal.
But there was no helping it. I had to endure. Endure to survive.
*
After breakfast and cleaning the church, people started trickling in one by one.
Pretty much everyone in this small village would attend Mass. The church—spacious yet not overly so—would be packed.
I pulled out the items I'd prepared in advance for Mass.
Those were: the paper with my sermon notes organized, a cross that sent electric tingles through the body just from touching it, and holy water that caused searing pain on contact.
For reference, I'd normally used plain water instead of holy water. But today, with Viola beside me, I needed the real stuff from the basement to keep up the deception. So I'd prepared it specially.
"Viola, today let's pray together for the villagers during Mass."
"Yes, I'll do my best…!"
Having apparently forgotten her morning shyness, Viola nodded energetically.
Seeing her like that stirred wicked, devious, lewd thoughts in me.
And naturally, I intended to make those lewd thoughts reality—100%.
Meanwhile, Viola was greeting the arrivals in my stead as I prepared the items.
"Oh, Max. Hello~ Did you get home safe yesterday?"
"Ah, Auntie Emma! Welcome! I smell delicious bread—you baked this morning?"
"Uncle Victor! Good hunt yesterday?"
"Uncle Kopu! The meat was great! I'll come buy more soon!"
"Betty, you came!"
"Village Chief Walter, you're here? That side has seats!"
Viola hadn't just memorized the names of everyone I'd introduced her to yesterday—she'd even remembered their quirks, tailoring her greetings perfectly.
Truly, what a talent wasted in this rural backwater.
That must be why she'd been chosen as a saintess candidate.
What a shame. She was already mine. I'd corrupt her thoroughly so she wouldn't become a saintess—make her my woman alone.
And that corruption was already underway.
Before long, the church was full, and Viola signaled me with a smile that she'd counted everyone perfectly.
I nodded and activated the magic device to start the music.
♪~ ♬~
The hymn to the Lord echoed through the church, and the villagers rose to sing along.
And as I listened to that hymn, a severe headache began to throb.
The honest body of an incubus, indeed.
Though, if I had to say… before, it felt like my head would split open. Now, it was just a dull ache.
The reason was probably… Viola.
Taking her in every way imaginable every day had strengthened my incubus powers, building my resistance to hymns.
Once the headache-inducing hymn ended, it was time for the next part.
"Now, let us read from the Lord's word."
I read a passage from the scriptures. It was simple: the tale of God casting out the angel who betrayed him to the mortal realm. From there, I launched into a sermon on betrayal.
Pretty standard stuff. In a tight-knit village like this, betraying someone left deeper wounds. And God would never forgive it.
So don't betray others—don't even harbor such thoughts. If you do, confess to God and beg forgiveness. Never act on it.
As long as you didn't act, God would forgive. Of course, only if you repented sincerely—so best not to entertain bad thoughts at all.
As I delivered that utterly predictable sermon, Viola beamed at me, glancing around at the villagers with a constant smile.
On the surface, she just looked like a kind nun with a generously curvaceous figure.
Yes, surely that's all she was.
But I was going to lead her into temptation. Like this.
-Vmmm
-Swoosh
I cast a spell.
A simple telekinesis spell. But one directly linked to my hand.
-Twitch!
Viola's body jolted lightly as I activated it.
"Follow the Lord's word. Love your neighbor, care for your neighbor."
-Rub! Rub!
I lightly rubbed Viola's pussy with my finger.
Of course, she twitched and felt my touch, yet couldn't comprehend what was happening.
I was looking forward to what would come next.
* * *
Something's wrong—my body's acting strange.
I had a sinful dream at dawn. While walking in the forest, I nearly got raped by a roper, but Father Kasian saved me—and then we did lewd things.
Right there in that open forest.
It was so shameful and sinful that I repented, and though I couldn't say it aloud from embarrassment, I apologized to Father Kasian in my heart.
Was that such a grave mistake?
From the moment Mass began and Father Kasian's wonderful sermon started, my body felt off.
-Squeeze♡ -Twitch!
"Hng♡"
Something—something kept pressing on my precious place.
And that wasn't all.
-Rub rub♡ -Stroke♡ Stroke♡ -Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
"Ng♡ Uhn♡ Hnng♡"
It felt like my precious… pussy was being rubbed and ground against over and over.
By who? No, from my position, no one could even touch me. And these good villagers wouldn't touch me during Mass anyway.
Does that mean… even during Mass, I've become so lewd that I just feel it on my own?
-Squeeze♡
"Huuuung♡"
I let out a lewd cry from the sudden pressure. I definitely did.
Everyone must have heard.
So humiliating, so shameful. Right in the middle of the villagers, feeling this lewd body of mine go wild. I'm ashamed of myself.
-Rub♡ Rub♡ -Squeeze♡ Squeeze♡ -Grind♡ -Sloooow♡ -Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
"Ng♡ Ng♡ Mm♡ Nn♡ Hnng♡ Huu♡ Haah♡"
The sensations rubbing and grinding my pussy kept testing my endurance…
-Scraaaatch♡
Suddenly, I felt my ass being lightly scraped upward.
I thought it'd just keep rubbing, but that intense stimulus hit too hard.
"Hiiiiiing…♡"
-Plop!
I couldn't hold out and collapsed to my knees.
But no one paid me any mind. The hymn had already started by then—only natural.
Thank goodness. No one knows what a lewd person I am.
With those thoughts, I ignored my soaked crotch, finished Mass, and saw everyone off.
Lord, forgive me. Please forgive this lewd me.
I was praying to the Lord in the now-empty church when…
"Miss Viola."
Father Kasian approached me.
"Y-…Yes, Father Kasian…."
Father Kasian was smiling. He, with whom I shared an subtly intimate bond—calling each other brother and sister—smiled at me.
But that smile held a hint of anger.
No, no, no, no way.
"…I never knew we had such a lewd nun during Mass."
-Grab!
"Haaaang♡"
Father Kasian's hand slipped under my habit and gripped my pussy. His eyes were ice-cold.
Contempt from the one I'd felt so close to—the one sharing my dark secret.
"Th-That is… um…♡"
"…It seems you need punishment."
"Punish…♡"
"Yes, punishment. To earn the Lord's forgiveness."
Hearing that, I nodded.
It was a punishment I deserved. For this lewd me to be forgiven by the Lord, I had to accept it.
What would that punishment be?
It terrified me even as it brought strange relief.
The one delivering it would surely be Father Kasian.