Became a Saint of the Sexuality Church 11

Chapter 11 – Slime (1)

The morning was bright.
It was afternoon, to be exact.
Arya stood there blankly with her upper body raised and rubbed her eyes.

How long has it been since you overslept?
Beside her sat Einstein with a distraught face.

“… Did you sleep well?”

At her somewhat cautious attitude, Arya naturally made her wry smile.
I didn’t want to show it, but the thing about wiping her filthy body.
She must have been stressed out after only washing briefly for four days.

That’s why she washed longer than usual, and she was caught by the hero.
Arya felt ashamed.
Although she did not express herself outwardly.

“Yes, I think it’s been a long time since I slept so well.”

“… I’m going to catch monsters from now on, what are you going to do?”

Why do you ask like that
Isn’t it natural for the thread to catch up where the needle goes?

“I have to go.”

“… Yes.”

He replied with a puzzled expression.

* * *

“Haha.”

A heavy breath leaked from Arya’s mouth.
Einstein watched her silently with her inorganic expression, then uttered a single word from her.

“Your stamina is amazing.”

It was obvious sarcasm.
It’s not that she struggles because she likes her.
Arya felt ashamed.

“Huh, huh. I’m sorry, dah.”

Seeing the staggering dark haired saint, Einstein let out a sigh at her.
Her acidity was rugged.

It was the highest mountain in the area, so if it’s your first time, you might fall off.
If you interpret the word highest, it also means a mountain with a steep slope.

‘Still, I wonder what it’s like to run out of energy in 30 minutes.’

Although she handles her sexuality freely, her basic physical strength is a saintly woman who is extremely lacking.
It was a predestined procedure for her to leave.

From Einstein’s point of view, it was no different from a lump of baggage.
Shouldn’t a person be useful in battle regardless of whether they are good or bad?
In this situation, overall help in battle would not be expected.

Should I return it
Einstein felt somewhat uneasy about sending this saintess away.
If I hadn’t seen that scene last night, I wouldn’t have felt this way.
Eventually he went in front of the staggering Arya and lowered his stance with his back.

“Get up.”

“… I-I can walk.”

Einstein turned her head slightly to look at Arya.
Her eyes are scary
Seeing her stiff body, her warrior clicked her tongue.

“Even though my eyes and legs are loose, I can walk well.”

“Joe, you’ll be fine after a little rest!”

“Well, I don’t think it will get better with rest.”

Arya lowered her head.
It was a very insignificant stamina, even she thought.

You’re going to walk back to the church?
The joke is too much.
Einstein said dryly.

“More than anything, I can’t because I’m frustrated.”

“… I-If I’m on my back, I think you’ll be in a bad mood because of the smell of sweat.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, get on your back.”

In the end, Arya was carried by Einstein.

“Heavy for a medical kit.”

Arya couldn’t argue and hung her head.
She also said she herself is of no help.
She is incompetent
As the self-inflicted accident continued, he stopped.

“The slime must have frozen because it got colder.”

At Einstein’s words, Arya flinched.
She said her slime was a monster that didn’t have very good memories.

“Sul, where is the slime?”

“There.”

He pointed in a direction with her hand.
There was blue-green ice there.

“Heheuk.”

At the startled voice, Einstein raised his eyebrows.

“Do you have any bad memories of slime?”

Bad memories.
Of course there was.

“Oh, no.”

Arya muffled her words, as she was the kind that would be difficult to talk to him.
Seeing the embarrassing reaction, Einstein didn’t bother asking.

She thought that maybe she might say something that hurt this woman.
Slime.
Horrible memories come to mind like a submarine rising to the surface.

* * *

“Aww.”

Arya was left hanging from her body, her arms bound with her chains.
To the point where her toes barely touched the ground.

Why was she in this situation?
Because she did something wrong.

No matter how big or small her fault was, the fact that she, her saint, had committed her fault mattered.
Her faults are wrong, even if she’s minor.

They don’t want to tarnish their name.
Of course, this was nothing more than her simple excuse to make fun of her.

An unknown bishop lifted Aria’s pathetically hanging robe up to her waist.
Then, her slim waist, easy delivery type hips, and a bare pubic area without a single strand of hair were revealed.

The bishop marveled at her immature, tight-lipped cunt.
Maybe it’s because it’s so bright red.
Her man’s thick fingers swept across her crotch.

Stew, stew.
After a few more minutes of playing with her hands, her crotch quickly began to heal.

“I’m sorry.”

Unlike the beginning, it was Aria, a saint whose sensitivity improved a lot.
He moaned sweetly, as if dripping with honey, and the bishop felt his blood rushing to his lower body.
The desire to insert her hard erect penis as it was into the young saintess’s vagina and stir it welled up, but he resisted it with phenomenal patience.
Because that didn’t work

Arya was in her position to receive her punishment.
The bishop cleared his throat and took out the prepared flask.

The flask was larger than a normal flask.
No, is it correct to call it a flask?
It was a huge glass barrel.

Even if you catch less, 10L was an acceptable size.
There was a blue liquid inside the glass bottle, but it was no simple liquid.

Its name is Slime.
It is a monster of undetermined form and has strong acidity, so it is a terrible existence that sent many rookie adventurers to the goal.

It mainly lives in dark and humid places, and obtains nutrients by decomposing animal carcasses.
Since the body itself is transparent, it is easy to see inside at a glance, so it was possible to observe the process of melting and disappearing of humans or animals from time to time.
The sight was cruel and noxious enough to cause psychological trauma.

Of course, the bishop wasn’t trying to do something inhumane by feeding the saintess to the slime.
This slime was a slime whose ‘acidity’ had been removed by the sex method.
The Bishop’s despicable voice cut through Arya’s eardrums.

“Do you know what this is, saintess?”

“… I don’t know.”

“It’s slime.”

At the word slime, she shuddered slightly.
Clever, she seems to have figured out what this slime was for.

“Oh, no.”

Aria shakes her head and shakes her body.
But the Bishop had no intention of going over.

“Isn’t it the saintess who made the mistake?”

“I will make sure this doesn’t happen next time. Please, please forgive me just once.”

“You should have been careful from the beginning.”

Be careful from the beginning
It was an absurdly far-fetched logic.
On a topic that I had been thinking about in the first place.

“… That, such nonsense.”

The Bishop, who momentarily confirmed Arya’s rebellious gaze, gave a shady smile.

“Look, you still can’t admit it.”

He unstopped the flask and pointed the flask’s spout toward the ground.
Gloop, Gloop.
Slime started coming out of the flask.
Arya stared at it in horror.

“Please, please stop. I’ll do anything! Anything I can do!”

“All I want is for the saintess to calmly accept this corporal punishment.”

“Oh, no. I-I might really die.”

“People don’t die that easily, and the saintess is basically full of holy power, so her body regenerates quickly, so you can put aside her worries about her death from shock.”

Arya shuddered at her, then she screamed as if she couldn’t stand it.

“Hey, you crazy bastard! Even so, you are a priest! I mean stop! I, what did I do wrong!”

“I believe the saintess knows better.”

“What, what do I know! I don’t know anything! I mean stop doing this! How much more docile do I have to listen? I did as I was told, I did as I was told! What are you so dissatisfied with!”

The Bishop made no reply.
He just had a mischievous smile.
The spilled slime slowly moved towards Arya.

“It wouldn’t be bad to visit the saintess when her rebellious spirit subsides.”

The bishop left the penance room with those words.
Arya watched the blue liquid slowly approaching her with her desperate eyes.

As mentioned earlier, slimes like dark, damp places.
There is a place on a woman’s body that just fits this slime.
It was ‘quality’.

Aria, bound, could only watch the slime rippling as she approached.
Slap, slap.

“Hey.”

The cool, sticky texture of the slime ran down her peach bones.
Even so, she had just been briefly caressed by the bishop, and the touch was extremely dangerous when her body was hot.

“… Damn, why are you doing this to me?”

No one answered her questions.
A bluish liquid that rose from the calves to the hamstrings and from the hamstrings to the thighs.
It gave me goosebumps.

Even though there was no acid, the liquid felt strangely oppressive.
If you make a similar metal into a liquid, would you feel this kind of weight?

Perhaps because of that, Arya’s arms were chained together, and her wrists ached excruciatingly as the slime rode on her body.
It was to the point where I wondered if her wrist might have been cut off.

“Oh, that, stop it, stop it! Please stop! You bastard! Don’t come up!”

There was no way the slime would listen to Arya’s protest.
It was because she didn’t have the intelligence to do it in the first place, and the slime wanted the comfort she felt in the narrow vaginal hole of this woman named Arya.
So the slime passed through her groin and reached her pubic area.

“Haha!”

The feeling of her pussy meat being swept away by the liquid gave Arya a sense of ecstasy.
Goosebumps sprout all over her body.
Sexual pleasure brutally killed her brain cells.

Even in such a tyrannical reality, she couldn’t resist her finger.
This reality was deplorable.
The slime went in and out of her vaginal opening, trying to see if Arya’s narrow orifice fit him.

When this act is over, a huge slime weighing nearly 10 liters will enter Aria.
Not just the vagina, but the anus as well.

Although Arya had done a lot in the future, she hadn’t yet left behind.
In a way, she was dedicating that first experience to her slime.
Humiliation and fear took over her brain.

“Stop, stop, please stop.”

Arya shouted in an urgent voice.
She shouted at the top of her voice.

“Who wouldn’t know what you’re seeing there? I know, I mean. So please stop right now, I want you to stop! I beg you, because I will beg you like this!”

The slime was now tapping her ass as well.
Arya said, shuddering at the sensation.

“I-I’m so sick of it. I feel like I’m really going crazy.”

Desperate cries permeate the room of penitence.
Still no answer

“I was wrong.”

“How much do I have to beg for?”

“I hate it now, I hate it so much. I hate it like this.”

“Ugh, heck, stop it.”

Even before Arya burst into her weeping, they were silent.
Her mind was rapidly disintegrating.
And at some point

“Huh!”

As if the slime had made an estimate, it entered Aria’s vagina at high speed.

“Huh.”

It was like a scream from being stabbed by a knife.
It was a painful agony, like a person who gasped for breath.

“Huh, Baegaa, this is strange.”

Aria tried to squeeze her legs together as if convulsing at the constant flow of liquid like a flood.
However, the slime forced her legs apart as if she couldn’t tolerate her behavior.

Wide open.
Her legs spread in the shape of an M and her pussy, which had been greatly relaxed due to the insertion of the slime, were clearly visible.
The vaginal opening, which had expanded to its limit, looked as if it would tear at any moment.

“Haaaaah.”

A dying moan.
Arya’s eyes widen.
It looked like she was in shock from the excessive pain.

Whoops!
It seemed that he could not tolerate the escape caused by fainting.
Gentle sexuality forcibly awakened her spirit.

Arya, who came to her senses, trembled her body.
She cried out as if she couldn’t take it any longer.

“Stop it!”

It was a scream so loud that it was out of tune.
Heh, breathing hard, she let out her words like a rapid-fire cannon.

“Stop! It hurts, it hurts torn up I’m getting weird, stop it. It’s not fun, something like this. Me, it’s weird it hurts.”

I’m not in the middle of the day.
A shattering Arya was holding her breath and accepting her slime.
The bishop, who was watching this from the outside, asked Priest Ronin with a puzzled face.

“Isn’t this enough correction? If that happens to the saintess, the responsibility is…”

Ronin Priest grinned.

“I will lose.”

The bishop thought that if the devil were real, he would have a smile like this.
The Ronin priest showed a full-blown smile.
The bishop felt an instinctive reluctance at that smile that seemed to culminate all human malice.
How could she put on a human mask and push a child who was like her daughter to such an extent.

“… No matter how much it may be, I didn’t say that I would scold you a little at first.”

Obviously, the Ronin priest said this.
Arya will stop when she screams.

But look at this situation.
Even when she cries and screams at her, isn’t he just watching her?
Looking at his face, he was full of joy.

“Shouldn’t this be enough to properly correct the saintess?”

“… It doesn’t look very nice, stop it after all.”

The Ronin Priest’s expression changed completely.
It is a face as straight as an infinitely cold blade.
He called the bishop’s name softly.

“Bishop Cardal.”

It was a cold sensation, as if a blade had been lodged deep in the abdomen.

“Why, why are you doing this, Ronin Priest.”

“I am in charge of the correction of the saintess. If you have any complaints, please make a formal complaint to Cardinal Mavlov.”

“… My, I must have been presumptuously involved.”

Bishop Cardal left as if running away, sweating.
The Ronin Priest checked the room of penitence, suppressing his displeasure.
The beastly howls and voices trying to compromise were no longer heard.
All that exists is the girl who was harassed by the slime in both the front and back holes.

“Ah hee, hee hee, inside, full, full.”

Whether her central nervous system had been shattered, or if her brain was secreting some sort of hedonistic neurotransmitter from the excessive pain, she raised her voice in rapture.

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it’s weird, my pussy and butt hurt, Joa. Ehe, hehe, heugh, billion.”

It is ruined to the point of being miserable.
At that situation, Ronin felt the greatest excitement.
He felt more than happy.

“Wow.”

Vomit came out of Arya’s mouth.
Still, she was smiling.
Like a broken doll.

“Hee-ik, ang, ang, it hurts! I hate going, I hate going.”

Beautiful.
Ronin sincerely thought so.