Kim A-young - The Holy Maiden of the Slum Village (2)

#LittleSister #Service #CommonSenseModification #3P #CumReceptacle #ReverseService

She didn't know how much time had passed.

But A-young's service still hadn't ended.

Byeururuk...! Byubyubyubut...!!

This was the fifth time she had taken the white jelly into her mouth.

Every time she exhaled, the pungent scent unique to the jelly wafted up from her mouth.

It was certain that this would never be erased, even if she brushed her teeth several times.

She had already taken it with her armpits four times as well.

Both of her armpits were completely covered in the white jelly, making them sticky as if she had applied wood glue.

Every time she lifted her arms, the sticky jelly stretched out with a *jjeoeok*...

Where on earth had Jinsol-oppa gone?

Why wasn't he coming to save her?

At some point, A-young felt a heat building below her navel.

Her panties were soaked through, as if steam were rising from them.

Shorty also noticed the change in A-young's body.

"Oops, I got too excited and enjoyed it all by myself. It seems like the young lady's body is also craving some service, no?"

"I'm fine...! I don't need to receive any service!"

A-young didn't quite know what that service meant, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she instinctively felt repulsed by it.

"No. Father-nim taught me. To give back as much as you receive. I've already received a lot of service from the young lady, so now it's my turn to serve you."

In an instant, A-young's body moved swiftly.

She was trying to escape from this place.

She could never allow a man she had just met today to service her body.

The only one allowed to service her was her oppa.

However, A-young soon found that both her arms were being held down.

One arm was held by the old man. And surprisingly, the other arm was being held by Shorty.

"You clearly said you couldn't use your hands...!"

But the bandage wrapped around Shorty's hand was half undone.

"Did you lie?"

"It's all the young lady's fault. Doing such lewd service that the sound carried to the next room. How am I supposed to hold back?"

A-young felt betrayed.

Her mind was chaotic because of the newly instilled common sense, but

one fact was still clear.

"No... anything more than this is no longer service..."

"What are you talking about? What we're doing right now is service. I'm going to service you by sending the young lady's body to paradise, so look forward to it."

Shorty didn't delay any longer and pulled off A-young's panties.

A-young's pussy had the prettiest shape Shorty had ever seen in his life.

The moment he took off her panties, Shorty realized.

The fact that A-young's pussy was brand new, never used even once.

The women he had been with up until now always had either discolored labia or spread pussy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lips—sometimes both.

But A-young's labia minora were closed tightly in a straight line between her plumply raised labia majora.

"The young lady has a really pretty pussy, too. It's a shape you can't see in this neighborhood."

Heumchit...!

Shorty's hand stroked A-young's unmanaged pubic hair.

He preferred it hairless, but right now, it didn't matter.

After all, it was too much to expect a virgin to manage her pubic hair.

"No. This kind of service is not right...!"

The more A-young pleaded, the higher Shorty's arousal spiked.

Teaching the joy of knowing a man to a naive virgin.

And to a top-tier beauty like her, someone he could never meet as a bottom-feeder like himself.

It was truly an unbelievable stroke of luck.

"Don't worry, young lady. I'll service you so well it won't hurt."

He buried his head between A-young's thighs.

And then, he brought his mouth to her wetly soaked pussy.

Chyureureup...! Hurururuk...!

He pressed his lips flush against her pussy and sucked voraciously.

From down below came a sound like someone eating a broth-rich dish.

A-young felt indescribable shame and guilt.

The only one who could service her body was Jinsol-oppa.

Yet she had allowed another man to service her.

And the more service she received, the more her whole body lost its strength, making her head feel floaty.

It was obvious that she should be disgusted and have a rejection reaction,

but it felt like her body's guard was dropping.

"Looks like the young lady liked my service too?"

"That can't... heueut... be...!"

"Then what is this love juice that's been pouring out non-stop since earlier? No matter how dumb you are, you must at least know what that means, right?"

"I don't know about that...!"

She denied it with words, but it was useless.

Her body was already anticipating what came next.

A-young's gaze headed toward Shorty's crotch.

Even though Shorty's dick had already ejaculated multiple times, it still looked brimming with vigor.

"The young lady wants this guy too, right?"

"Please, anything but that! I saved my first time to do it with the person I love...!"

"Let me tell you one thing in advance. If you service me even once... no, let's drop that. Women who have sex with me even once can never go back to how they were. My dick is so thick that their pussies get stretched out."

She couldn't go back?

Then what about Jinsol-oppa?

Oppa was lacking in both size and thickness.

If her pussy got stretched out, wouldn't she become unable to properly service oppa?

Shorty had already taken his position below her.

Something irreversible was about to happen.

But help came from an unexpected place.

Or rather, could that even be called help?

"Me. First."

The old man shoved Shorty aside and attempted to insert himself first.

"Keep order, you old fart. I'm the one who worked hard to loosen this pussy up, so I go first!"

"My. Wife. My. Property."

"You crazy old fart! Your wife ran away in heat!"

In the meantime, A-young, who had regained her senses, attempted to escape once more.

But her second attempt ended even faster than the first.

The floor of the slum room was covered in the jelly A-young had extracted while servicing,

and she slipped on it.

In the end, A-young's limbs were tied up so she could never escape again.

"Aish. Since when did we ever care about order? Let's just fuck her from the front and back at the same time."

The two men took positions in front and behind A-young, sandwiching her.

A-young couldn't understand why they were taking this position, but she knew at least one thing.

That she was right on the verge of having her first time stolen by two men simultaneously.

So A-young screamed the name of the person she trusted the most.

"Jinsol-oppa! Where on earth are you! Please save me!!"

But the only thing that came back was Shorty's laughter.

"Who are you looking for? There's no one around here except the slum village residents. The more the young lady screams, the more it'll just gather sex-starved men."

Two dicks of different lengths and thicknesses drew closer and closer.

Right before they touched the two holes at the front and back of A-young's body...

Ujikkeun...!!

...Someone broke down the door and came in.

******

A-young checked the new clothes she had changed into.

A ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nun's habit that ran down from her shoulders to her ankles.

It was a bit small, clinging tightly to her body and revealing her figure completely.

The clothes she had worn when coming to the slum village were drenched in the white jelly, making them impossible to wear again.

So she had no choice but to wear this for now.

A little while later, someone entered the room where she was resting.

"I brought some warm tea so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you can find peace of mind."

He was the one who had broken down the door right before A-young was forcefully violated by the two men.

He had introduced himself as a priest.

The preaching robes he wore proved that fact.

His massive build, which couldn't be properly concealed even by the loose-fitting clothes, seemed more fitting for a hired thug than a priest, but

regardless of his appearance, this man had saved her and brought her to this cathedral.

He had also provided a space to wash up and new clothes.

"Why was a young Sister-nim wandering around such a dangerous neighborhood alone?"

"I was doing service, but I ended up being stupidly tricked. Thank you so much for saving me. If it weren't for Father-nim, I would have been in big trouble."

"You were doing God's pleasing work. It is surely God's guidance that I met you, Sister-nim."

"What does that mean?"

"Coincidentally, this cathedral is short on hands. There is one sister who helps me care for the poor souls, but it's too much for her alone. If Sister A-young-nim could serve together at this cathedral, I would be truly delighted."

"But I already belong to a service organization."

"I know that well. But where was that organization when A-young-nim was in crisis?"

"That's..."

Doubt remained in A-young's mind.

Jinsol-oppa was definitely supposed to be guarding the door.

Why did Father-nim save her instead of oppa?

"To serve the weak, you must go down to their level. The act of looking down from a high place and tossing coins cannot be called true service. That is nothing but deception."

What on earth was this true service that Father-nim spoke of?

A-young tried to recall the meaning of service she originally knew.

But the more she tried to recall, the more chaotic her mind became.

Servicing the old man's dick with her mouth, and conversely, Shorty servicing her with his mouth.

She couldn't make a judgment on where service was correct and where it wasn't.

"If your mind is still confused, you can take your time deciding. Since tomorrow is Sunday, how about attending the Mass once?"

Someone appeared behind the priest's back.

"Sister Mina, you've come at the perfect time. Could you introduce this place for Sister A-young's sake?"

"Of course, Father-nim♭"

The voice of the woman called Sister Mina was very sticky and alluring.

She was a beauty who exuded a decadent aura, not looking like a nun at all.

The nun's habit A-young was wearing seemed to be hers.

That was because the nun's habit Sister Mina wore also clung tightly to her body, clearly revealing the shape of her breasts and pelvis.

'Her chest is as big as Arin-unni's. Maybe that's why. Even without any exposure, she looks incredibly lewd.'

Sister Mina seemed to have noticed A-young's gaze as well.

"Aren't you looking a bit too overtly♭"

"Ah, I'm sorry. I did it without realizing."

"It's okay. In order to properly serve the believers, you have no choice but to wear clothes like this♭"

Why was that?

Listening to Sister Mina's sticky voice, she found herself being persuaded without realizing it.

It became common sense that a nun would wear lewd clothes that fully revealed her figure.

"Then please follow me. I'll introduce you to every nook and cranny of the cathedral♭"

The interior of the cathedral was larger than expected.

In particular, the space for Mass was large enough to accommodate dozens of people at once.

A-young couldn't believe that such a large building existed inside the slum village.

'When my family lived in the slum village, there was nothing like a cathedral. When on earth was this built? If there had been a facility like this back then, life would have been a little better.'

Sister Mina guided A-young to the deepest space in the cathedral.

"This is the confessional. It's a very important space where the slum village residents come to have their sins forgiven♭"

In the middle of the dark space stood a single rectangular room.

Sister Mina opened the door herself and showed the interior.

The interior was narrow and enclosed, and it was divided into two by a partition.

"When a believer who came to confess their sins enters the room on the right, the holy maiden in the room on the left performs penance on their behalf♭"

"Holy maiden?"

A-young didn't know much about Catholicism, but she did know that they didn't usually use such a term.

"Of course, it's usually correct to call them nuns. But in this slum village, penance holds a slightly different meaning. As they live lives closely tied to sin, the residents of the slum village desperately need a hand of salvation. So, at some point, the residents started calling me the holy maiden♭"

Looking closely, a round hole was pierced through the partition.

"Through this hole, when the believer brings out their sin without hiding it, the holy maiden takes care of it for them♭"

A-young felt a sense of incongruity somewhere, but as she listened to Holy Maiden Mina's gentle voice, she soon forgot all about it.

"I would be really happy if Sister A-young-nim served together with me♭ As expected, my body can't handle doing penance for the slum village residents all by myself♭"

"Would I really be suited for this job? I don't know anything about this kind of service method."

"There will be no woman more suitable than Sister A-young-nim♭ Because all that's needed is a heart that can serve men with all your heart♭"

Serving with all her heart. That was a part A-young was confident in as well.

"Then we'll definitely see each other again tomorrow♭"