Chapter 4 – Broken Ego (1)
Arya was sitting on the bed in her solitary cell, staring into space at her with wide eyes.
Her shiny black hair and her bright black eyes were all lost.
She regretted her not getting away with the past.
Even if her arms and legs were cut off, she should have escaped.
Even if she was prepared to die, she should have tried.
She was the one who realized through her body that in the past few weeks, there was a life more painful than death.
Even though she was wearing a thick robe, she shuddered.
It was an ordeal beyond imagination for her to have her body molested day and night.
Her compulsory pleasure, not the pleasure she got of her own will, left Arya with great shame and scars on her ego.
I didn’t like it.
Such a harsh situation.
What a woman’s body can’t resist.
A bird in a cage would be treated better than this.
At least the leak won’t be sexually tortured.
At her christening, Arya lost her virginity to her meager resistance.
No, she did resist.
‘I bit off Cardinal Mavlov’s cock and cut it off.’
However, she failed to become a valid resistance.
Rather, it only spurred the cardinal’s sadism.
He took vengeance on the actions of her aria and ordered her priests to do so.
Gang-rape her saint.
It wasn’t a common sense order, but they started gang-raping her Aria without question.
Because of that, Arya lost her mind countless times and repeated holding her.
With her weak stamina, she did not have the strength to endure sexual intercourse with numerous men.
If there is a hell, is it here?
Their banquet, once begun, did not end until the night passed.
Stop.
Stop.
Don’t do it.
Even when I screamed in anger, they just laughed and drove their cocks as if they were having fun.
Sometimes they slapped me on the cheek or slapped me in the stomach.
Unlike when it was a man, a small shock came to a woman in a big way.
Because it hurts, because it hurts so much.
She stopped screaming.
She was filled with sorrow over her own predicament.
Who knows how to enjoy such an experience?
Why did he have to go through such pain when he was living a normal life?
Resented the author.
She resented the mysterious existence that possessed her here.
At the same time, she blamed herself for choosing such a disgusting novel.
Arya began to weep over the grievous reality.
As she began to cry, they cruelly mocked her aria, as if her infatuation was stirred.
The gangbang ended when her whole body was covered in semen and her lower body went numb.
… Can we see it as the end?
Maybe that was the prelude.
Members of the church, including the Ronin priest, have been teasing the saintess Arya every day, and his will, which he initially resisted firmly, gradually faded as time went on.
And now, her spirit was on the verge of collapsing.
She, too, was well aware of her condition.
She can’t stand it any longer
It might make sense to run away before the mental breakdown develops…
Arya couldn’t escape.
She hung herself.
It is wrapped in a soft black cloth.
A black choker hung around her own neck.
A choker given to her by the cardinal near the end of her christening, designed to discharge Aria’s electricity if she falls beyond a certain distance from the cathedral.
I will stick out my tongue at the vigilance to prevent escape.
Dig into theology with that good head, like shady bastards.
In fact, I lost consciousness several times trying to escape.
Every time that happened, I was sexually tortured in the name of punishment.
Arya unwillingly recalled the affair from last night.
Her men who frantically indulged in her own secrets.
She was the one who only made gurgling noises like a doll with a broken thread.
She wasn’t exactly like last night.
She was like that every day.
She was fucked by cocks every day, every day, every day.
Seriously, would they denigrate themselves as seed-bearing saints?
Haha, that was a garbage story.
The priests who worship the gods in name and color covet her holy woman.
Their vigorous sexual desire was not at the level that the saintess alone could handle.
Wouldn’t this be enough to even a monkey in heat?
Even though she complained, it was painful that her situation did not improve.
“It was hard, really.”
When she thought about the love affair that had taken place last night, her stomach felt numb.
Like a boy who gets an erection when he thinks dirty, her lower stomach thumped instinctively.
It was an obvious odd sign.
I wonder if my body has become overly sensitive lately.
Having been touched by the priests like that, it was only natural that her senses became more sensitive.
If she continues to live like this, what on earth will become of her own body?
Wouldn’t she be so consumed with pleasure that she would be unable to even lead her daily life?
The nausea was intense.
If it hadn’t been for her beautiful appearance, she wouldn’t have suffered such a disgrace.
If anyone had heard it, she might have cursed her for being full, but to her, her beauty was a pain and a curse.
Arya’s beautiful complexion brought no benefit other than the complaints of her cult’s lust for her.
He ate her heart and burned her face with her fire.
Few people would be willing to hug a woman with a disfigured face.
It was a black comedy that there wasn’t any.
‘She quickly fixed it with holy power or something.’
Never have I hated the opportunistic power of the fantasy world more than now.
Arya, who smacked her face once, never made that attempt twice, because some of her exasperated priests conspired to force her to climax for the rest of her full day.
Even now, when she recalls that time, her hands and feet tremble.
‘No, I don’t want to go any more!’
‘Ughgiiiiik, augh, haak, black.’
‘Ah, ah, ah.’
No matter how much I cried, cried, and pleaded, they didn’t care.
It was a moment that was so painful that it was strange to her that her brain hadn’t been damaged.
Do you know the feeling of not being me?
At least Arya had a rough idea of what that sensation was like.
How did the original protagonist endure this?
‘Ah, I couldn’t stand it and fell female.’
Suddenly, Aria’s laughter flowed from her.
It was an empty laugh.
* * *
“If you are a saint who follows the goddess of sexual love, she should be kind to everyone.”
It’s another shitty start.
Arya countered her priest’s words as she bit her lip at the pain in her crotch and the strange pleasure.
“To the point of damnation.
Of course, most of them couldn’t refute until the end and only let her moan out.
The pot-bellied priest smiled wickedly and licked the tips of her plump, plump breasts.
Arya twisted her body at the thrill of electricity around her chest.
“What the saintess lacks is loving kindness towards others. Her generosity, like the one who embraces and caresses. Didn’t you learn thoroughly under the priest Ronin?”
Did the ronin priest teach you kindness?
All he taught me was that pleasure becomes pain when repeated indefinitely.
“When, from now on, love. Gaat…Ang.
Even if she tried to refute the priest’s words, her body was honestly swept away by the waves of her pleasure, unable to resist even the slightest.
“Huh. As expected, the saintess’s pussy is as tight as her personality! Even though she went through that many men, she tightens this much!”
“Hugh. Shut up, shut up!”
Her own predicament, unable to articulately refute her vulgar remarks, was laughable.
In fact, Arya’s body was still experiencing the climax of joy.
“Yeah, oh, haha.”
Arya, who had suppressed her moaning as she struggled with her thick pleasure, made her body tremble again.
How many minutes had passed?
I could feel her lukewarm bodily fluids spraying inside.
It was a matter.
“The saintess’s pussy is excellent no matter when you use it.”
Don’t give a damn.
Are you a manga ambassador?
It seemed that she would turn around in shame.
The pot-bellied priest struggled to pull her body back.
As the cock penetrating Aria was pulled out, the sticky semen ran down her perineum and dripped out of her.
“Ouch.”
It was an almost sudden moan.
At her unexpected groan, Arya turned her head away, covering her face with her hands, and the priest felt a strange sense of conquest.
The disheveled hair, the red-hot body, and the empty eyes.
The priest admired the saintess with her beauty even though she was so defiled.
Isn’t it beautiful enough to think that if there was a manifestation of beauty, it would be like this.
A saintess named Aria was a blessing bestowed upon the church by the goddess of sexual love.
When the pot-bellied priest saw the saintess panting for her breath and picking her breath, her lust surged again.
The priest moved the saintess’s body and brought her into a standing position.
Arya shook her head as her face turned white as her love affair, which she thought had ended, showed signs of continuing.
“That, stop it. It will get weird if you go any further.”
Her body is so tired
My groin was tingling from how much it had been stabbed, and I was thirsty as if I had lost a lot of water.
However, this priest full of lust did not listen to Arya.
It was rape that is now routine.
After finishing the affair, the pot-bellied priest left the room.
Arya lay blankly on her bed, staring at her ceiling.
It is a long-awaited rest.
The few times you don’t have to mix flesh with the men you hate.
Click.
Soon after, an uninvited guest came in.
A man with parted brown hair.
It was a ronin priest.
He brought several foods on a tray.
“Saintess, I brought you a meal.”
“… I don’t want to eat.”
Even if it wasn’t so, I had just swallowed the semen, and my stomach was bloated.
There was no way the rice would taste good.
“I brought it to you, so please eat some.”
I was fed up with that heinous kindness.
What is corrections, gaslighting people and pretending to be kind?
I shouted as I removed the tray he had brought.
“Go away!”
Clink.
The bowl of food was overturned on the floor, making a loud noise.
“… Oh, unfortunately.”
It wasn’t a look of pity at all.
The Ronin Priest’s eyes were filled with joy.
As if destroying Aria was a most enjoyable game.
Arya hated that look.
Wanting her own ruin, she hated those eyes to the point of shuddering.
“I knew very well that you had no intention of eating. Then…”
He loosens his belt
It’s obvious what you’re trying to do.
Is there anything other than sexual intercourse?
Arya was freaked out.
“Shh, let me rest! Just finished…”
“Isn’t it the saintess who refused to eat?”
“I will eat, I will eat, please.”
The ronin priest pointed at the porridge and meat spilled on the floor with his index finger and said.
“Then eat it.”
“… Uh?”
“Do you like it?”
A treatment that does not even consider human dignity.
I wanted to ask why am I like this?
What did I do wrong
“… I will eat.”
Arya, however, obeyed without uttering any objections.
Because it’s less annoying that way.
Because it was less painful that way.
She picked up food scattered on the floor and ate it.
The Ronin priest watched the aria and moved her hand to her crotch.
Arya looked up at Ronin, trembling at the touch of her cunt skin.
“Boo, it’s not clear…”
“I have changed my mind.”
Due to Ronin’s whim, Arya had to spend a difficult time.
