Became a Saint of the Sexuality Church 0

Chapter 0 – Became a Saint of the Sexuality Church

‘I became a saint who is the seed of the cult of sexual love.’

It was the title of a novel I had written and buried in my memory, and it was also a sentence that indicated the current state of my situation.
How did you come up with such a monstrosity?
The reason is simple.

Because I’m crazy.
As befits a blatant title, there were some descriptions that made me frown.
Still, it wasn’t to the point where it was highly objectionable.

What is the fundamental reason for reading a rice cake novel in the first place?
Isn’t it for the sake of my stupidity?

From that point of view, the work ‘I became a saintess of the Seongae church’ stimulated a very primary color.
As the incident progressed, the main character’s mental breakdown was transmitted through the writing, so I did drop out.

She sighed and hung her head.
If you look down, you can see her bulging breasts.
Beneath it was her slim waist and voluminous hips.

A voluptuous body that is hard to see as a man’s body.
In addition, the feeling of empty groin.

A chill ran down his spine.
To be possessed by a novel that I forgot to write beforehand.
As I got off the train as if I was watching the lights go out, I regretted that I should have canceled the previous work.

It’s okay to yield a hundred times and become a woman.
No, it’s fucking stupid to give in, but it’s good for now.

Not just a woman, but a ‘saint’.
In the fantasy world, it is one of the occupations that saints can take advantage of.

If you pray a little and put heels on the rear, isn’t it a job that one person can do?
It was the best and best job for modern ordinary people who had not even learned close combat.
No matter what, safety is first.

But the important thing here is the fact that I did not possess a mere saint.
As you can see from the title of the novel I possessed, the one I possessed was a ‘seed-bearing saint’.

Seed.
Fuck this.
Dog hair.

You’re right, she’s a saint.
How is it different from a prostitute who receives semen exclusively for the church?

I looked around.
It’s the inside of an ordinary church.
Outwardly.

At night, it becomes a place for copulation where all kinds of obscene things are done.
In my mind, the introduction of the novel that I had forgotten on the other side came to mind slowly like a nightmare.

The day when the main character first took office as a saint.
He realizes something is wrong.

A baptismal ceremony should be grand and sacred.
He is surrounded by many men who don’t have a single thread on them.
I didn’t believe it at first, but then I realized it was real.

It was the day when the male protagonist lost his virginity, and it marked the beginning of a hellish life story.
The spirit of the male lead is slowly crumbling due to all sorts of maniac acts.
The process in which a man living in modern times was gradually being corrected into a saint of the sexism church was never pleasant.

Talking about the story after that makes my mouth hurt.
As the title suggests, she becomes a saint who is the seed of the cult of sexual love.

This was the end of what was to come to me.
Thinking about it again gives me chills.

Out of all the many and many previous novels, it was out of necessity to fall into such a fucking place.
I was indignant at the method of possessing that lost the very concept of probability.

Will he be able to withstand the brainwashing and sex torture?
I assure you, I can’t stand it 100%.
So let’s run away.

The answer was to escape as soon as possible from this group of crazy assholes.
The moment you are about to move in a hurry.

Tuk-tuk.
Someone touched my shoulder
I sighed and looked back.
There, a priest with straight, parted brown hair was smiling gently.

“Aria, it will be a baptism soon.”

What, baptism?
When I heard that, my body stiffened.

I begged my ears to hear me wrong.
Isn’t it too much to face an unavoidable crisis as soon as you possess it?

At least give me time to think.
From now on, I will experience the dirty experience of the novel’s protagonist?
The experience of mentally collapsing just by reading the text?

“Ah, is that so? Priest Ronin.”

A clear voice came out of my vocal chords, like jade marbles rolling.
Am I shaking right now?
The Ronin Priest looked at me and tilted his head.

“You must be nervous because you have a baptismal ceremony right in front of you.”

Yes.
Thinking about getting stuck in another man’s cock makes me shudder to the core, bitch.
When I silently nodded, the ronin priest smiled kindly.

“Don’t worry too much. It will flow as naturally as the day goes by.”

Being gang-raped is the natural thing to do?
I guess you lived in a place like an unruled kingdom?

I didn’t know it when I read it, but it was a very hateful face.
This bastard, the bastard who mercilessly drove his cock even when the saintess cried and ejaculated.

Did he rather like the saintess crying?
Seen from a distance, he was a competent Kollim evangelist, but when viewed up close, there was no such danger.

‘Break the expansion head?’

It wasn’t a good idea.
You won’t be able to run away from the Church of Sexuality just by popping one of these little heads.
Surprisingly, it is a church of sexual love that boasts of strict security.

They are obviously caught and punished severely.
To escape, you had to do something that would cause chaos.

‘Should I start a fire?’

This is a handshake
Like a fucking fantasy world, it was easy to evolve the fire demon by using magic.
Since it was set in a world where magic was well distributed, there was no room to dig into it.

No method.
The way…

How did you accept my troubles?
The ronin priest put on a pitiful expression, and then he patted my shoulder with a large hand.

“Aria. I am so proud of you for worrying like this. It seems like just yesterday that I thought of you like a daughter, but you have already risen to the position of a saint of the church.

The Ronin Priest who speaks as if he is truly regretful.
You’re a fucking, horo asshole asking her daughter how her cock tastes.
I slurred, feeling quite a bit of culture shock.

“… Priest Ronin.”

“If you become a saint, you should act more resolutely and resolutely. Then, let’s go to the place soon.”

Place.
It must be a remark that refers to the space where baptism is held.
I’m sure the men will be buzzing around like cockroaches.
I sensed that I was fucked.

The Ronin priest started to walk indifferently, whether or not he was aware of this change in my state of mind.
His footsteps sounded like the footsteps of an executioner leading a death row inmate.
Suddenly he stopped and stared at me.
Those eyes are quite cold.

“Why are you still?”

I wanted to walk too, but my feet didn’t come off as easily as if they were stuck to the ground.
Maybe it’s because I know very well what it will be like if I go.
It could be that your body is rejecting it psychologically.

“… I’ll go.”

She followed him with slow steps.
My heart was pounding.

If you go on like this, you will definitely be screwed.
She had to somehow make ends meet before that.
But what how?

I suddenly saw the Bible I had been holding since I first possessed it.
Moderately heavy
I wonder if it’s enough weight for a blunt weapon.

From what I’ve heard in the news at first glance, they say that Korean dictionary smash, which has done its best, can have a great impact on people’s large intestines.
This Bible also weighs similar to a Korean dictionary, so maybe it is possible?

The coveted back of the head of the ronin priest walking in front of me seduced me.
One room is enough.
You hit it right and it pops out.

* * *

Creak, creak.
The sound of the bed rang loudly.

“What are you thinking, saintess?”

“Huh, at that time, your big ribs… I should have crushed it… ,Hey!”

The saintess exhaled an excited breath, but before long, her body trembled.
She was feeling the climax.

Her luscious breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily.
The priest, who watched the reciprocating movement happily, stroked the black hair of the saintess, Aria, and said,

“You still haven’t realized your duty as a saint. It’s okay. Her proofreading time is long.”

The ronin priest smiled and caressed the crack between the saintess’ legs.
Even if it wasn’t, she was in a state of climax and continued stimulation, so Arya twisted her body in a fit.

“Haagh, uhhh.”

In the end, the climax came during the climax due to the priest’s tenacious hand movements.
He, or she, twitched enough to open her mouth and make her have trouble breathing.

“Chi… Foot… Hick. Heheck, that, I’m sorry.”

“I can’t do that. It is an education that will continue until you become aware of being a saint of the church.”

A single room in the basement of a church.
The name of the room was the Penitence Room.