The Nun Who Judges the Heretics -3
“What’s there to see here···.”
Succubus Luciel had experienced enough unholy sites filled with divine statues to feel genuinely displeased. Even if the Holy Power was supposedly restricted for demons, the discomfort demons—like a succubus—felt couldn’t be helped.
‘What exactly is there?’
At least a delegation chief had ordered her to come. Luciel wasn’t too eager, though.
The succubus first scoured the church thoroughly, noting several suspicious spots. She then investigated those places first.
“Uwah! It’s a divine statue!”
Every time she spotted one, Luciel felt her body and mind cleansing, like some purifying wave. But today, nothing happened. All she found were holy traces or an “unknown sack of gold coins.”
Just a second···, why the hell was there gold in a church?
···No way?
That creepy smile from the nun kept flashing in her mind, killing Luciel’s investigative drive for today.
She couldn’t imagine the nun actually handling dirty money, but now she wondered why any gold was in this strange place instead of a safebox. It gave her that uneasy feeling like she was uncovering things she really shouldn’t know.
But···.
‘Maybe I should just check these spots for now?’
She decided to probe only the handful of places her senses pointed to. She had no idea how dangerous that information could become to her. Right now, Luciel didn’t have a clue.
****
Valeria was in a very unpleasant state.
She wasn’t afraid of being labeled a heretic. But the way the person in front of her was speaking was downright canine. Pathetic, really.
“So you fell for a demon’s seduction, huh?”
“I never said any such thing?”
“That’s basically the same as admitting it.”
“Then it’s either that or it isn’t.”
The priest’s interrogation wasn’t sharp—it was relentless, like a hunting dog tearing at prey.
Of course Valeria would’ve loved to twist that man’s neck the second she got the chance. She glared at him with a serious face, forcing herself not to lose her cool and shove him into the heretic category.
“Alright, next question. Among your recent activities···.”
Valeria found the man in front of her and the orc nauseatingly annoying. But the man on the other side was in a much worse spot than she was.
He was only here because his superior—the Heretic Judge—had ordered him to investigate. Besides, accusing someone of heresy without even a proper divine revelation or a reasonable motive was ridiculous.
Of course, Valeria was an orc’s sex slave. That alone made him suspicious. But even so, he should’ve spent more time probing her. With the slavery contract already signed, there was no evidence left to find right now.
And trying to fake something without a companion around would be even harder.
And···.
Most of all···.
‘There’s nothing to look at···.’
Before him stood a woman in absolutely revealing clothes. How could she even wear that and still have a clear head?
Of course the faith didn’t ban sex completely, but she wasn’t living a wanton life either. Even if he tried to focus on the conversation, Valeria’s body was too tempting. As a man, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
‘Oh, my god···.’
Actually, this felt less like a test and more like the Heretic Judge was trying to seduce him. How much longer was this ordeal going to last?
****
‘Nothing here either.’
‘Ugh···, another divine statue.’
The more divine statues Luciel saw, the worse she felt. Her willpower was literally being nibbled away.
This was it. The very last one.
This was the chapel only the Heretic Judge himself prayed in.
She couldn’t understand why she felt uneasy here, but it was clear.
‘What’s in here?’
She checked the shelves beside it.
She pulled out a few books that looked artificial. One of them came out with a loud clunk, and the whole shelf shifted.
‘What kind of woman···.’
From Luciel’s perspective, her danger level toward priests skyrocketed. But the nun was just being weirdly clever, that’s all.
As the shelf moved, a tiny passage opened up.
A narrow corridor smaller than a grown man’s height. It was so tight that even a man would have trouble squeezing through, but for a woman’s body it might just work.
The width at the chest and hip areas was noticeably wider. It was obvious the owner of this passage was the Heretic Judge herself.
After squeezing through the narrow path-
“T-this is···.”
She stepped into a secret room.
Decorated in pink with soundproof magic barriers. It wasn’t just any room—this place was soaked in pure lewdness, connected directly to the chapel and secret passage.
In the center sat something shaped exactly like a male penis.
More precisely, a box contained a realistic replica of a normal man’s.
Separate from that was something that seemed very precious and carefully managed.
A dildo shaped after an orc’s.
Compared to the others crammed into wooden boxes, this one was kept spotlessly clean.
‘This is gold!’
Luciel grinned, already planning how she’d make the nun suffer.
She slipped back out of the passage and-
“Oh my~”
She turned her gaze.
And there stood a priest staring at her with cold eyes and voice. No smile. Just pure, icy killing intent seeping from deep inside.
“There are things in this world that you should never know?”
The Heretic Judge had personally confronted Luciel.
The demon’s first look was at the priest’s bare face without the veil.
A blonde beauty with blue eyes. But that wasn’t important right now.
Her expression was completely serious—no smile at all. The killing intent that leaked from her eyes wasn’t fake; it was real.
Right now the nun’s face held no smile.
‘Time to run-’
Luciel made a perfect judgment. Too late.
The nun’s blue eyes began to shine.
“You cannot leave.”
“You’re coming with me to the grave.”
Overwhelmed by the holy power in her gaze, Luciel passed out.
****
Right after being released from Gornakh’s Flower Garden, the nun Camilla.
Camilla had made full use of her skilled holy power and political cunning.
That’s how she quickly claimed the Heretic Judge title.
And···.
She had tried to forget those days many times over.
The days she was being pleasured by the orc.
Yet she remembered them in a completely different way.
‘It felt so good···♡’
The orc, son of the orc chief, Gornakh, didn’t just keep slaves to casually vent his lust.
He turned his slaves into ones who genuinely craved his cock and shuddered in pleasure.
That made him extremely wicked.
‘I want···♡’
Even after being freed, her lower body still missed those days. All her fault, the orc’s.
She could force the memories away, but she was terrified of what would happen if she did. The craving would never go away, and she’d suffer endlessly.
That’s why she chose the dildo.
At first she secretly hired someone to buy a small one from an adult goods shop.
‘Yeah···♡ This should be enough.’
Fortunately the gods of abundance and fertility hadn’t called sex bad.
So it wasn’t against her teachings either.
‘Bigger one next.’
Still not against the teachings.
‘Just a little···, bigger one.’
She never once missed the orc’s cock······.
“Nothing bigger than this exists.”
“What?”
“T-this is already pretty big, you know-”
“This is big?”
She couldn’t understand it at all.
“Absolutely not! It’s not big at all!”
It was nothing like the orc’s. About twice as long as the ones sold on the market, with thick veins that should be visible to the touch···.
“I-if that’s what you want, I’ll make a custom order.”
“Is that possible?”
Without realizing, she had grabbed the woman’s hand.
But she had no time to hesitate now. She wanted to feel that pleasure again as fast as possible.
“T-then I’ll describe the request. No. I’ll draw it myself and explain.”
“It has to be definitely bigger than this···. And thick, extremely firm···.”
She drew the pictures and explained in detail.
“I’ll make it like this! The faster the better, the more money you’ll give me!”
Her agent handed the request over to the craftsman who made adult products.
The craftsman who received the order stared at the drawing and thought,
‘If I make it like this···.’
It wasn’t human.
And it had control over every protrusion like a living creature.
No matter how she looked at it, the phallic motif was far too clear.
It was exactly the same as the orc’s penis, which loved enjoying other races.
···
A little time later, her precious item arrived.
“I-is this correct?”
“Yes! Just count the money. It’s more than enough.”
Quickly dismissing the agent, the Heretic Judge— no, nun Camilla—tore open the packaging and examined it.
“Waaah···♡”
This was it.
The exact thing she had wanted.
She slipped in the already-wet pussy.
“Haaaaaaa···♡”
Remembering the lewd memories with the orc master she once loved, she moved her arm alone, pretending to be her master’s cock.
‘Back then···♡’
The judge who acted as god’s representative sank into memories of the past and pleasure.