#13 - Confession Practice
Two days had passed since I'd given Viola her punishments and rewards, then fucked her oh-so-deliciously.
Yesterday was uneventful. Sure, we shared some kisses in the empty church or light touches here and there, but nothing as intense as full-on fucking.
Not that I had any room to talk—I'd been pretty rough with her—but Viola's stamina was weaker than I'd expected.
Once she awakened as a saintess, her endurance would probably skyrocket, but for now, she was just your average nun. Plus, there was a chance she might never become a saintess at all because I'd defiled her. Hell, I figured the odds were high against it.
Anyway... that meant Viola needed rest days too.
So yesterday, I'd limited things to light touches and kisses—nothing more.
Viola seemed to appreciate it, getting plenty of recovery time.
And so, after that peaceful day, the next morning arrived.
"Good morning, Miss Viola."
"Yes, Father! Good morning to you too!"
Viola beamed at me, trotting over with a bounce in her step.
She was twenty, but if you wanted to split hairs, she still had that childlike innocence. An adult, sure, but with a girlish charm that lingered.
That was probably why she showered me with this kind of affectionate playfulness.
Not that I minded a pretty woman like her acting cute—I never stopped her.
I ran through today's schedule in my head.
Morning would be helping the farmers with their work, and in the afternoon...
...Thinking about the afternoon sparked a pretty damn good idea.
Good? Nah, it was a seriously arousing one.
"Miss Viola, let me tell you about today's schedule."
"Yes, Father!"
This perverted masochist nun—who had no clue about her own future—grinned brightly in response.
I laid out the ordinary plans for my little masochist.
"First off, I'll be helping the farmers with fieldwork this morning."
"...You do farmwork too, Father!?"
"Of course. How else do you think I get by without mooching off the villagers?"
Well, talk was cheap. Truth was, I'd started this to settle into the village and build rapport.
But helping out felt way more rewarding than twiddling my thumbs on a slow day, so I'd kept at it.
And, not to brag or anything, but teaching kids in the mornings and watching them in the afternoons more than covered my keep.
Our pure little Viola, though, didn't see it that way.
"That's amazing!"
"What's so amazing about it?"
"Priests from the Holy Kingdom might look after villagers kindly, but they don't roll up their sleeves and work alongside them."
Her words had me unwittingly defending Holy Kingdom priests and explaining why.
"Miss Viola, it's not that they don't want to help—it's that they can't."
"Why not?"
"Simple. They've never trained their bodies for farmwork or anything like it. If they tried pitching in, they'd just end up injured."
Viola realized her slip-up and bowed her head in apology.
"I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think that through."
"No need, Miss Viola. It's not a lack of thought—it's your kindness shining through."
Yeah, that was it. Viola was just too kind-hearted.
So kind that she got upset seeing other priests or nuns not helping out.
Would Viola have helped people herself?
High chance she would have. Her knack for childcare was top-notch, so she'd probably worked at some orphanage under the convent.
"Alright then, Miss Viola—off to work I go."
"Yes! Oh, but no kids today?"
"Nope, the children are staying away. They'll be running around the village instead."
For the record, they asked for it.
Even eager learners need breaks from studies. Rest days are a must.
Viola nodded at my words, then fired off her next question.
"So, what's on for the afternoon?"
Here we go—the real hook.
"Miss Viola, this is very important."
"What is it?"
She looked tense but brimming with enthusiasm, so I dropped the anticlimax.
"...It's confession time."
"Confession?"
"Yes."
After all that buildup, it hit her as underwhelming, so she nodded with a hint of disappointment.
That was my cue to reveal the true point.
"Today, you'll be the one going into the confessional."
"M...Me...?"
"That's right—you."
Viola nodded, her heart visibly racing.
"If... if I can, I'll do it...!"
"Perfect. I appreciate it."
Great—stage one cleared. Now...
"Then I'll head out to help the farmers."
"O-Okay... Have a good one...!"
Time for a quick workout.
*
"Hahaha! Having you around sure makes things easier, Father Kasian!"
"Father, how do you stay so fit while doing priestly duties?"
"Exercise is second nature to me."
More like incubus strength.
Maintaining the most alluring, beautiful physique imaginable.
And those bodies usually pack solid muscle.
Plus, as a high-ranking incubus, my raw power was no joke.
"See you later."
Back at the church, I nodded to the waving farmers and approached Viola, who was waiting for me.
"I'm back, Miss Viola."
"Welcome home?"
She greeted me with that sunny smile, and I leaned in to whisper my question.
"So, Miss Viola—shall we do a practice run before lunch?"
"Practice?"
"Yes. Have you ever assisted with a confession before?"
"I helped other nuns with theirs back at the convent."
Good enough pretext. I wove in some hypnosis magic as I murmured to her.
"Excellent. You'll need more practice, then. I'll play the role of a brother coming for confession, and you assist me."
"Ah... Yes... Right away..."
Her voice went a bit dazed as she slipped into the confessional.
I waited until she was fully inside, cleared my throat, and stood before the booth.
-Knock knock knock
A voice came from within.
"Come in."
"Pardon the intrusion, Sister."
-Creeeak~
I opened the wooden door, stepped in, closed it behind me, and—per confessional rules—began confessing my sins.
"In the name of the Lord, I confess my sins. It's been two days since my last confession."
Two days since the last one—she'd know exactly what that meant.
Anticipating her reaction, I layered on more hypnosis magic while spilling the details.
"...I toyed with and violated Sister Viola."
"I... I see..."
She sounded flustered at first, but the hypnosis kicked in, and her response turned neutral.
"Yes, and ever since, my cock's been raging mad."
"Your... cock is... angry..."
"If this keeps up, I'll end up fucking you again, Sister Viola—or some other woman."
From there, it wasn't confession anymore.
It was...
"So, Sister, please relieve the lewdness pent up in my cock yourself."
...a straight-up order to service me.
".........How should I do that?"
Was it the hypnosis? Her voice stayed blank and dazed.
I grinned at her.
"Simple."
I carved a hole in one side of the confessional and instructed her.
"I'll shove my meat rod through this hole, Sister. Calm its fury however you can."
"Ah... Yes..."
Her dazed reply echoed, and I thrust my cock through the massive hole I'd made in the confessional.
"This is... Father Kasian's... no, Brother's cock..."
"Yes. Serve it with all your heart."
"......Yes."
Before, Viola had been a total novice at service—just a pathetic masochist.
I wondered how much she'd grown after I'd fucked her a few more times.
Some days, even I craved a little servicing from her.
Hence the scheme.
Meanwhile, Viola gripped my cock with her hand...
-Lick
...and gave it a single cute swipe of her tongue.
It was so adorably clumsy, it barely stimulated me.
Part of me wanted to grab her by the hair and ram my cock down that slutty mouth-pussy right then—but I couldn't. Frustrating as hell.
Oblivious to my urges, Viola just kept licking away with her tongue.
But then...
-Twitch! Twitch! -Schlick! Schlick!
......Looks like she was the one getting off from licking my cock. Even masturbating without being told.
