Became a Saint of the Sexuality Church 23

Chapter 23 – Cult (8)

“Ugh.”

Makarov let out a gloomy sigh.
If you look closely at the circumstances in which your heart is so disturbed and agitated, it is because you peep into the secret tryst between the saintess and the warrior you admire.

I didn’t try to steal it with impure intentions.
The boy just wanted to ask Arya, who had returned after a long time, what kind of person the hero was.
It must have been.

What Makarov saw was Aria riding on the ship of the hero.
To Makarov, who was still a boy, it was quite a stimulating sight.
He shook his head, erasing the vision from his head.

‘Are the two of you special?’

A young man and woman are in the same room at midnight.
And that too in a very obscene position.
What this pointed to was clear.
Although Makarov was still young, he was rather precocious for his age, so he knew everything.

‘It suits you.’

Warriors and saints.
Objectively, they seemed like a good pair.

But for some reason, a corner of Makarov’s chest felt hard.
Something, something offended me.
The boy was puzzled and distressed by the abnormal symptoms caused by his emotions.

‘Does Aria-sama like the hero?’

It’s a right door.
If he didn’t like the hero, he wouldn’t have called him to his room late at night.
Arya’s expression at a glance through the door was not that of the usual stoic saintess, but rather that of a lady in love.
Dense, rich, and bewitching.

Recalling that image made Makarov’s face red.
However, he soon took on a gloomy expression.

In her peeping room, Aria was smiling warmly like the sunlight on a sunny spring day.
Her smile was directed at the hero, not Makarov.
This was an event sufficient to fuel the feelings of jealousy in the boy’s heart.

Makarov pressed his chest and sighed again.
I envy you, a man called a warrior.

‘I like the saintess too.’

Makarov’s feelings for Arya.
It wasn’t the affection you have for a rational partner like love or romance.
In other words, it is close to the meaning of admiration, friendship, and respect.

But resentment was resentment.
The fact that the person you love was taken away hasn’t changed.
Is this the feeling that the eldest child, who monopolized the attention of his parents, was pushed aside because of the late born child?

Thud.
Makarov, who was thinking hard about Arya, bumped into the person in front of her without seeing him.

“Aww.”

It hit her quite hard, so her head throbbed.
The boy squeezed her forehead and squinted her eyes.

“Oh, sorry. Are you not hurt?”

It was a familiar female voice.
Who is it?
Makarov answered questioningly.

“I’m fine…”

I held my breath as I spoke.
It’s because you see who bumped into you.

“Saint?”

The person I most wanted to meet right now.
It was aria

“… Ah, follower of Makarov.”

Arya has been watching Makarov.
It seems to be watching every move.
As if he had made a great mistake, his chest was stabbed.

“I’m sorry. Go, I’ll go!”

Unable to withstand her aloof gaze, Makarov’s legs began to run at their own pace.
Makarov just passed Arya.

“Uh, uh. Shinto?”

Despite the voice calling him, the boy did not turn back.
If I look back, I’m afraid I’ll stop inadvertently.
So, I ignored the calling voice.

Arya seems to be looking at Makarov with a dumbfounded look.
Not sure.
Makarov didn’t have the ability to see behind him while running forward.

Still, she felt a gaze behind her back.
Since she is a considerate saint, it would be possible to see her own strange behavior.

That gaze was too embarrassing for Makarov.
In short, she was an adolescent.

How many times did she run down the aisle.
Her breath rose to the tip of her chin.
She stopped slowly and caught her breath.
Her breasts swelled, then she shrank and shrank.

“… It’s strange, me.”

Why does she have to run away?
She said she didn’t do anything dishonorable to Arya.
Makarov scratched his head nervously.

“Now, what shame do you have when you see the saintess?”

Come to think of it, it was very embarrassing.
As soon as she saw her face, she ran away.
Isn’t it a counter-evidence that she is extremely conscious of her past memories that she saw in the saintess’s room?

Could it be that she thinks of herself as a shady kid?
She seemed to be confused if Arya thought so.

“… Master Makarov.”

Words to call yourself.
Makarov turned his head to the source of the voice.
Standing there was one line, a man of moderate build with short brown hair.

He is his father’s direct subordinate.
When their eyes met, Eline bowed his head in a formal manner.

“His Eminence Cardinal is looking for you.”

“… Your Excellency is me?”

“Yes.”

“Guide me.”

He silently nodded.
Makarov was bewildered by the situation itself, but immediately followed him.
Since he was a thoughtful and considerate father, he could not have called himself carelessly.

A boy and a man walk down the aisle.
Elaine’s feet headed to the basement of the cathedral.

‘Aren’t you in the office?’

It was strange.
The person who always gets hit by work has a story in the basement of the cathedral.

How much did it take
There were dozens of paladins he saw passing by.
There are so many ‘Paladins’, who can be called the core force of the church?
It was too much power even for the young man to think.

At this point, even if I didn’t want to doubt it, doubt reared its head.
Did you seal a dangerous monster in the basement of the cathedral?
Makarov narrowed his eyes and questioned Eline.

“… Elaine, was the basement always this heavily guarded?”

Iline’s businesslike reply came back.

“Because it was necessary.”

Makarov couldn’t get a sense of how grandiose this was.

‘Well, I’ll find out if I go to my father.’

The boy decided not to complicate things.
Guided by Elaine, Makarov arrived at the entrance to the darkroom.
It took a lot of time to come because the road was twisted.

“You can go in when His Excellency tells you to stop by.”

“… Yes?”

I see a tightly closed door.
It was a gloomy, bleak door.
Makarov brushed the chicken skin on his forearm.

Really, is my father here?
Awkward and suspicious
After waiting for a while, I heard my father’s booming voice from inside, just as Elaine said.

“Come in.”

Makarov grabbed the doorknob, feeling the cool iron in his hand.
As I turned the doorknob, there was a click and the sound of something engaging.
The door opened, revealing the scenery inside.

It was a dark room.
Is this kind of room commonly called a darkroom?

“Ah, father. Is it too dark in here?”

“You will get used to it soon.”

As Makarov said, after a few minutes, Makarov began to see things around him.
Makarov couldn’t help but bewildered at the sight before his eyes.
This is because many bishops, including my father, were with Saint Aria.

He couldn’t help but wonder as Makarov.
Were you having a party at a place like this?

“… Did I come to the wrong place?”

“No, I came to the right place. Then, Bishop Ronin, let’s begin.”

“Good. Makarov follower, nice to meet you.”

Bishop Ronin greeted me warmly.
Makarov suddenly nodded his head.

“Me too.”

“The reason why I called the Makarov followers like this is to give them a small education.”

It was a confusing word.
Speaking of education, aren’t you already learning theology steadily?

“… What education do you mean?”

“First let’s say it’s about the female body.”

Female body?
Why did you learn that…
Aria’s face became contemplative as she listened to this conversation from her side.

“M-Makarov, what are you trying to do in front of the followers of Makarov?

Ronin had someone around him hold Arya’s arms and legs tight.
Holding her arms and legs in her standing, she twisted her body around, but without much meaning.
Meanwhile, Makarov’s head couldn’t keep up with the rapidly changing situation.
He repeated the question mark rising and falling countless times.

“Why are you punishing the saintess for life?”

Bishop Ronin shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s not that I’m being mean. Saint Aria will serve as a teaching aid for the education of Makarov believers.”

“… Kyobojae?”

“Oh, it seems you didn’t listen carefully to what I said. Do you remember what I just said?”

“You said you were teaching.”

“What specifically was your education about?”

Makarov retraced what he had said before opening his mouth.

“It’s about the female body…”

“Did you get the rough idea?”

Was Bishop Ronin’s words aimed at Arya?
Or was it towards Makarov?
That was something he knew.

* * *

Squeak, sizzle.
I hear the sound of dirty water.

It wasn’t just the sound of water.
A grievous yet suppressed groan was heard periodically.

“Huh, hah, crane, black.”

Ronin’s index and middle fingers dig into Aria’s pussy without hesitation.
Arya reacted violently just by touching her, as if she knew all of her sensitive areas.

Hand movements that sharply stimulate the heated sexual feeling.
Arya felt that the nightmare that had sunk deep because of Einstein was slowly rising.

She is disillusioned with herself, forcing herself into heat even though she doesn’t want to feel it.
I hate this filthy body built to crave pleasure in any painful situation.

“I’m sorry, yes. I’m sorry. I hate it, I hate it. No!”

Aria’s face was miserable as she was caressed her secret place in front of a boy she didn’t want to see.
It was an expression that seemed to be crying or resigned.
The bright eyes were blurred a lot.

“It’s a positive factor,” Ronin laughed to himself.
As I lightly scratched the back of the clitoris with my index finger, I felt Arya’s waist twitch.
It was the body’s reaction to the stimulation that was too strong.

“That’s right, yes.”

How rotten is her current feeling as she sees her secret wife being teased by a boy who envies her while her limbs are bound?

That feeling was fully evident through Arya’s eyes.
Full of despair and heartbreak
If I touch it a little more, I think it will be completely ruined and reached the level of a horse.

This is the situation I so longed for.
Ronin thought she didn’t know how to describe this moment.
It is an emotion that cannot be expressed in words.
The word “Happiness” Is an emotion that fades.

Aria.
Your despair keeps me alive.
Let me know that I exist in this world.

“Huh.”

Arya showed signs of trying to curl up in her climax.
The ronin noticed the men binding her limbs, preventing her from crouching down on her body.

“Hee, hee, I’m going, no way!”

Being beaten by so many men is a great way to undermine one’s self-esteem, but nothing is more defamatory than exposing one’s shame in front of someone who acknowledges and admires one’s self.

The ronin seemed to burst out laughing at her cheerfulness, so she gritted her teeth and held back her laughter.
Then, in a deliberately stern tone, he scolded Arya.

“Saintess, if you bark like that lewd bitch, won’t it interfere with the education of the Makarov followers? Please be a little quiet.”

Contrary to what he said, Ronin increased the speed at which he pierced his fingers.
It was a rough caress, but it was also a caress that sharply pricked her aria’s sexuality.

“Ahiik.”

Arya let out a loud moan through her weeping face.
It was a Ronin who had no intention of stopping caressing even when he had already reached his climax.
In the act of not giving her a break, she quickly climaxed again.

“Ugh, stop it, lord, lord. Hee hee.”

Even if it wasn’t, Aria Go, who had been receiving training for the past year and had raised her sensitivity, and Bishop Ronin was the one who understood her body better than anyone else.
Sending her aria to its climax was a breeze for Ronin.

“Didn’t I tell you she was doing education.”

“Hee-ik, ik, ugh.”

Ronin looked at Makarov with an unconcerned face, despite his rough breathing.

“Father Makarov.”

“…”

“Hmm, are you having trouble concentrating because of the saintess?”

Ronin scraped her finger across the sensitive interior of her aria.

“Huh, hah, ah, ang.”

This climax was quite long.
Could it be because of that?

Squeak.
She was Aria who had her incontinence with a harsh climax.
A stream of yellow water flowed from her urethra and ran down her thighs, soaking the white panties between her thighs.

“Ahhh.”

Aria lets out her moans in a hoarse voice.
Even if she was unconscious, her reaction faded.

“You can’t paint. Well, since the saintess has been quiet, let’s start the explanation again.”

Ronin opened Aria’s red-hot lips.

“This is the female genital organ. This little bump is the clitoris. As you can see…”

“Oh no.”

Arya let out her moan like a machine her commands had been typed into.

“You can see the sensitive reactions of women. Below that is the urethra, where the saintess just passed urine, and further down is the vaginal opening. It is said that a woman’s genitalia is usually distributed in the clitoris and inside the vagina.”

No one questions or answers the explanation that follows.
Only Bishop Ronin continued to explain as if he was having fun.

“When a woman is sexually stimulated, either with her fingers or with tools, her vagina secretes sexual juice. The reason why love juice is secreted is to accept men more easily.”

The finger that was teasing Arya’s vagina was pulled out.
Between Bishop Ronin’s index and middle fingers, a long, thick liquid like starch syrup stretched out.

“This is the saintess’ love liquid.”

Makarov’s head was spinning.
What kind of situation is this?

Why are you watching this?
Why is my father still standing by?
Why is the saintess suffering so much?

“Dear Makarov, are you listening?”

Makarov couldn’t stand it any longer.
Bishop Ronin, he was insane.

“Why, why are you doing this to the saintess! Why is my father just watching these ridiculous atrocities!”

Ronin stroked his chin and pretended to be worried.

“Didn’t I say earlier that this was to educate the Makarov followers?”

“Where is this kind of nonsensical education!”

“Well, the Cardinal would know.”

“Father!”

Makarov’s gaze turns to Makarov.
An enemy burning bright yellow.
It’s obvious, but there was no adult who could be frightened by the pupil’s eyes.

Mavlov smiled kindly.
In Makarov’s eyes, it was a truly hateful smile.

“Makarov, I am reminded of what you said to me. Do you want to become a faithful church member like the saintess?”

“…”

Mable Rope laughed, his cheeks quivering.

“How about the impression of seeing the real face of that faithful girl?”

It was a sarcastic remark.
It was a word mixed with a sharp edge.

“Father.”

“You dirty bitch. She is a girl who accepted men from the day she became a saint. Isn’t it paradoxical that a being who should be more chaste and noble than anyone else is so promiscuous? Well, it’s our responsibility to make it that way, though.”

“Why are you doing this?”

Marvlov spat it out confidently, as if he were reciting the truth.

“Makarov, faith is such a fleeting thing. Everyone just blindly follows someone else’s fantasy. Look at that bitch Where is the sincere faith in that figure suffering from pleasure? Like this, if you take off all of them, they are insignificant things. True faith begins with ‘doubt’. In that sense, I wanted to give you true faith.”

Makarov looked at Arya with trembling eyes.
Her eyes were not shining with any hope.
Even the eyes of a dead fish are brighter than mine.

True faith after making a woman like that?
Makarov felt a chill.

“It is disgusting sophistry.”

“Makarov. My son, if you are of my blood, I think you will recognize it. If not now, later, later, someday, you will know.”

Makarov could not reconcile his father’s words.
He is such a caring father.
He is such a considerate father.
That look now was nothing more than a monster.

“Don’t think that I am just like you.”

Suddenly, Mablelov giggled.

“Makarov, do you think it’s different? Didn’t your sexual desire stir up after seeing this lewd girl?”

Mableoff strode forward, stripping Arya of her sincerity.
She was Arya who became naked at once, but she showed no signs of resisting.
Makarov bit his lip.

“… What are you planning to do to the saintess?”

“I am thinking of personally shattering the illusions you have about this girl. She’s a bitch who can’t use her legs when her cock gets stuck.”

“… Stop it.”

“Now, let’s watch how this bitch cries together.”

Mableoff grabbed Arya by the waist.
Then he rubbed his huge cock, which had expanded to its limit, against her wet cunt.
And.

The door to the darkroom was smashed.