Chapter 5 – Broken Ego (2)
Weeks passed again.
I was walking through the corridors of the cathedral.
The sexual love denomination I belong to is a denomination with a lot of influence.
It is designated as a state religion in a country, so the scale can be seen as enormous.
How is my life as a saint of such a huge church?
Surprisingly, the day itself was on the relaxed side.
There is nothing in particular to do except read a thick Bible or pray to the goddess of sexual love.
Well, it’s strange that I’m not relaxed.
I have to mix with the priests day and night.
When I thought about it again, I felt sick to my stomach, and the earthenware rose up.
This is all thanks to priests who think of other people’s throats as semen landfills.
Be thankful too.
Suddenly, he remembered the moment when semen got stuck in his throat and he choked.
It was very unpleasant.
I can sympathize with why women in AV are suffering from swallowing semen incorrectly.
It’s empathy that I really didn’t want to do.
As I recalled the unpleasant memories, another thing came to my mind.
‘In that case, wouldn’t it be possible to use the saintess’ back hole too?’
At first I thought it was a mean joke.
But looking at his face, he was sincere.
I thought you were a crazy bastard.
In the first place, the anus is not a hole made for sexual intercourse, but a place made for excretion.
I don’t know why I keep my eyes on such a messy place.
When I told her that it was not a place for sexual intercourse, she didn’t seem to listen.
Horrible voices were heard saying that the color was pretty and that it would be useful here as well.
Wouldn’t these authors be recommending me to become a curator sooner or later?
Just imagining it is creepy.
“Whoa.”
If I had a cigarette, I would have burned one.
Unfortunately, the saintess’ favorite item, cigarettes, does not seem to be flexible.
Heck, even if she’s just a façade, she herself is a saint of the church.
If a person in such a position shows the appearance of smoking a cigarette, I think the external image of the church will be greatly reduced.
No, wait.
Is it okay for a church saint to serve as a comfort woman for priests?
Come to think of it, it’s ridiculous because it’s absurd.
I made a V shape with my index and middle fingers on my left hand, and repeated attaching and detaching my fingers as if scissoring.
Oh, I’m out of cigarettes
It serves as a seed feeder every day, isn’t it okay to have at least one?
I think I have to suck a sip deep into my lungs so that this great stress will fade a little.
… Who wouldn’t give it, cigarettes.
Imagining a cigarette he didn’t even have in his hand, he put his index and middle fingers to his lips and pretended to suck.
Sup, whoa.
Even though I was only pretending, my head was strangely refreshed.
Is this the placebo effect?
It is an act that seems very foolish in one way, but I felt my mind and body strangely calmed down.
As I kept pretending to smoke like that, I started to get popular from behind.
I felt the chill of my blood.
My actions just now left a lot of room for criticism in the eyes of other priests.
There was no room for refutation even if she was scolded for being insane for pretending to smoke a saintess of the church.
‘… It would be really nice if the priests weren’t behind me.’
For the past few weeks, whenever I was caught by them, I was subjected to painful sexual torture.
I won’t just let it go this time.
So my actions naturally had to shrink.
He sweated and moved his gaze back.
Fortunately, I didn’t run into a priest of the church.
Standing behind me was a boy with golden hair and golden eyes.
The boy had a fine appearance, but he looked more like a fairy than a human.
Could it be that I am a cigarette fairy given to me by God?
I shook my head.
I’ve been through a series of shocking incidents lately, so accidents aren’t normal.
I lowered my gaze and examined the child’s hand.
Judging by the fact that he is holding an appropriately sized Bible in one hand, it seems that he is a follower of charity.
It was awkward to look at, so he smiled brightly, and the child smiled brightly.
A bright smile that is not tired of the world.
I was blown away by that bright smile.
There is a difference between artificially created laughter and natural laughter in terms of brightness.
“Hello, little believer.”
“Oh, hello! Are you Saint Arya?”
I nodded.
“Sir, saintess! Can you sign me?”
Are you saying I’m a sign out of nowhere?
What does it sound like?
I was annoyed, but I changed my mind.
This kid must be saying this because he doesn’t know the situation I’m in.
Otherwise, you wouldn’t be looking at me with such respectful eyes.
The horse is a saint, because I was nothing more than a seed for the clergy.
I paused my masochistic thoughts and stared at the boy.
If you were the possessed protagonist here, what would you have said?
Did she get angry when she stopped calling her a saint and told her to get out of here?
I don’t remember the details, but I don’t think I said anything soft.
I smiled bitterly at the boy who sent envy and longing with my eyes shining brightly.
What’s the point of being nervous about a child?
“Where should I do it? Little believer?”
“Please do it in the book!”
The boy immediately held out the Bible.
Do you want me to write it there?
I stared blankly at the Bible the boy was holding, then slowly shook my head.
Writing my signature on the Bible could be seen as an insult to the goddess of erotic love.
It’s obvious that those priests will get an excuse and make fun of me.
“That book is no good, isn’t it an erotic gospel?”
My resolute refusal made the boy momentarily gloomy.
“Then please do it here, saintess!”
Hesitantly, he took out a sheet of parchment and an ink-drenched feather pen.
I want to be a well-prepared child.
It wasn’t difficult to sign such a piece of paper.
I wrote the name Aria in another world language stored in my head.
Originally, the saintess was a calligrapher, but a rather stylish autograph was completed.
Will this kid like it?
“Here, take it. Little believer.”
“Wow! Thank you, saintess!”
It was a boy who was so happy about the piece of paper with the signature on it, running around.
I felt a sense of joy inside.
I hope that child does not grow up like a priest of the Order of Sexual Love.
May that innocence remain intact.
There was me praying to a god I didn’t even believe in.
“Holy Maid.”
The ronin priest who approached at some point smiled and put a hand on his shoulder.
I gently pushed his hand away and narrowed his eyes.
“I’ll go on my own.”
It’s the beginning of a beggar job.
* * *
I grabbed the end of the castle that reached my knees and lifted it up to my waist.
Naturally, the lower abdomen, including the groin, was exposed.
A mantleman’s pubic hair with no pubic hair was clearly imprinted in the eyes of the high-ranking clergy.
Didn’t even wear panties.
I’m going to be covered in semen and dirty anyway, so what am I going to do with it?
I asked, gently waving the sincerity draped over my waist.
“Are you satisfied with this, priests?”
No one can answer my words.
They all just stared at my lower abdomen as if possessed.
Gulp.
I heard someone swallowing dry saliva.
My heart is extremely calm as I commit this disgraceful act.
What did you do when you told me to cover your pussy?
Seeing my naked appearance, the priests lost their reason and rushed at me.
A sneer seemed to leak out of his lips.
Where do you see this as a saint?
A cheap prostitute would be less vulgar than this.
I didn’t resist their touch.
Because I know there is no point in resisting.
I am powerless.
They squeezed my arms and spread my legs.
Before long, a lumpy, gigantic ram squeezed through my narrow stomach.
“Ah, yes.”
A sense of forcibly expanding the inside.
I should have felt it several times and got used to it, but it was still painful.
Come to think of it, even though I dealt with a lot of men, my pussy never flared up or faded.
I don’t know why, but it seemed that my holy power was acting as a kind of self-healing tool.
So it might be painful every time you get stuck.
The pubic area, which had been stretched and widened, was reproduced in its original state as if it had never happened.
The inside is rotting and cracking, but the outside is fine.
There is no such thing as a bright apricot.
A miserable laugh broke out.
After one man’s circumstances were over, the next man approached.
The size of this man’s cock was too much for me to handle.
It’s not as crazy as Cardinal Marvlov’s, but it’s a size and thickness that’s enough to cause pain.
His cock penetrated my vagina all at once, before I had time to adjust.
The pain and pleasure that seemed to paralyze the nerve center raged in my brain.
“Ha-yeung, Hak, Aang.”
There was no affection or love in the act of using me like an onahole.
I just move my waist according to my primary desire.
A big cock that gets through my vagina fast and hard.
I tried to remain calm, but in the end I asked the man in an urgent voice.
“You’re too big! Joe, slow down a little…!”
“Huh, it’s wrong that the inside of the saintess’s vagina is too tight!”
It was absurd nonsense, but I meant it.
Where did they talk nonsense for a day or two?
“Hayeot, ang!”
Contrary to my request, he coveted my body rather than harshly.
Mucosa and mucous membrane rub against each other.
I heard the obscene sound of water as if the secretion of love juice started from the vagina.
“Ah, haeup. Heeik.”
Unlike before, when I bit my lip and suppressed my moaning, now I let out a moaning sound.
It made them less resentful that way.
Some of the priests took out their genitals and started rubbing them against my hands or mouth, probably because I was so aroused by copulation.
It was like watching people scrambling to use public goods.
No, it’s not what you see, that’s right.
I was a public good.
It was a means to resolve their sexuality.
It’s just that much of an existence.
A person named Arya.
I gave up running away.
Chokers are chokers, and those who watch over me are also a problem.
Even if he tried to run away, there was no chance.
The only option left for me was to accept and adapt to my fate.
Just like the main character did before.
I remembered what I had been through.
I was gang-raped by several people.
I went through a climax until I rolled my eyes.
There was even a time when I went for a walk naked on a dog leash.
Whenever that happens, they say it means the goddess of sexual love.
It is a blessing bestowed by the Goddess of Erotic Love.
Leader bestowed by the Goddess of Erotic Love.
I heard it every time I had an orgasm that made an infernal sound like a chanting.
Just as moisture slowly builds up after rain, those words corroded my thoughts little by little.
Goddess of love.
Goddess of love.
Goddess of love.
Goddess of love goddess of love goddess of love
Goddess of erotic love, goddess of erotic love
Goddess of Love Goddess of Love
Goddess of Air Goddess of Air Goddess of Heaven… ?
Ahhh.
Yes.
I will act the way you want.
So don’t bother
I’ll obey whatever you want.
So don’t bother
Goddess of Love?
I’ll trust you from now on.
So don’t bother
Don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother
Don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother
Don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother
Don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother, don’t bother
Accidents were whitewashed in repeated climaxes.
I moaned as if crying.
On that day, I decided to become the ‘saint’ Aria they wanted.
In a way, it was also the day I castrated my male personality.
