Chapter 77 – Assistant’s Diary [Ronin & Arya & Ner-Sama] (3)
First of all, I know that Ronin Priest has no intention of serving me food.
Isn’t it?
When it comes to words, whether it’s a gourmet meal or a dinner party, they talk about everything.
It’s because the place I came to is a place far away from eating.
The cellar was damp, and there was musty air.
If mold grows in the air, wouldn’t it smell like this?
What is the purpose of bringing people to this place?
‘Even though he wants to show something.’
While he was immersed in contemplation and moving his steps, he heard the occasional struggle that was presumed to be the cry of an animal.
A harsh, lively sound.
Power goes into the neck.
What are you doing, really?
Do you even raise a monster?
Looking at Ronin inadvertently, he had a mysterious expression.
Although he seemed happy, a feeling of suffering was compatible on his face.
It seems like a contradiction, but that’s what I felt when I saw it.
How much did it take
Ronin opened his mouth.
“Here.”
It was the word that signaled the end of the painful alarm.
I moved too hard and tapped my tired leg, looking in the direction he pointed.
I saw an iron gate.
A sturdy iron door that would only be installed in a solitary cell where a heinous criminal or a monster he could not handle would stay.
Um, do you raise a cannibal monster?
The long-awaited dinner is actually the conclusion that I was a monster’s dinner.
Cliche and typical scary stories are usually like that.
Ah, please
I shook my head.
It’s a leap of imagination.
No matter how much it is, there is no way they would perpetrate such a risky thing, even though it is an erotic group.
If you have common sense.
The Ronin Priest scratched the head next to him as he took out a set of keys.
“Oh, could you wait a minute? I had to open the locked door.”
So why are you opening the locked door?
Is there a supper there?
I won’t believe even passing children.
The door is locked. How did you prepare the dish?
Maybe they didn’t prepare meat that smelled bad because they heard that meat right before it rots is the most delicious.
If that’s really the case, I’ll put the government into this smiling man.
Wouldn’t that be a delicacy, it’s just rotten meat.
He spat out all sorts of accusations on the inside, but on the outside he answered calmly.
“Yes, it is fine.”
Unaware of how my insides were rotting, the Ronin priest calmly matched the key.
Click.
Profit.
It was the moment when the locked iron door was opened with the key.
Polite Heo Deok-im flowed through the just-opened iron door.
A dying, perhaps writhing, scream.
His hair was thick enough to make it stand out.
The ronin murmured, “Gee, the situation is bad,” Before looking at me.
“Please go in.”
I heard something like this. Can you go in?
I gave Ronin a disquieting glance.
Do I have to make a life-and-death decision here?
“Or I’ll go in first.”
After saying that, Ronin slowly went inside.
… There are no monsters, right?
I was able to relieve my worries as soon as I entered the room.
There were no mysterious monsters or monsters there.
She was a moderately stripped woman with men who took off their bottoms.
If you ask me which of the two is more shocking, I’ll pick the latter right away.
The former was even vaguely anticipated.
In this case, I didn’t even expect it at all, so I feel like my head has been crushed with a blunt instrument.
In fact, I’ve never had my head crushed by a blunt instrument.
I mean that’s what it says.
Without further ado, women are surrounded by men.
Am I getting gang-raped?
Or a whore?
Looking at it now, the woman’s face was quite familiar.
I looked at her carefully.
The embarrassment spread like paint mixed with water.
“Saint?”
There was a person who shouldn’t be here.
Recognizing my voice, she shrank her body.
I also found out who the people holding Arya in bondage were.
They were the bishops of the cult of sexual love.
They laughed when they confirmed the visit of Priest Ronin and me.
It was a low smile, not befitting a high position.
“Oh, I was just talking about you. Ronin Priest. I guess it’s an unfortunate thing. By the way, the person next to you is a new visitor, right? Come on, lady. What do you do without looking… Well? Why is she lowering her head like a yozo lady? Aren’t you wailing and crying with pleasure like before?”
He lifted Arya’s leg and shook her waist tenaciously.
Cook Cook.
Poke, poke.
Obscene sounds of water came from his actions.
“Oh no, no, stop it. Ha, don’t! Look, don’t look!”
A saintess screaming as if crying.
However, her bishop seems unwilling to give her her physical freedom.
He spread Arya’s legs wide, exposing the intercourse between her vagina and pubic area.
As if to show off, or as if to feel ashamed.
Semen and love juice mixed like foam at the junction where they were connected.
Arya let out a distorted cry as if she couldn’t even catch her breath properly.
“Heuuuuu, stop, stop, don’t look, don’t look.”
What can be said about this bizarre and abnormal situation?
An indescribable chaos engulfed her head.
“Priest Ner, do you have a bad complexion?”
Ronin’s calm words.
I saw him
His eyes were as steady as a calm lake.
What kind of stone should I throw to create a ripple in this man’s eyes?
“Is this the delicacy you were talking about, Ronin Priest?”
“That’s right. Doesn’t the saintess look so appetizing?”
I’m not talking about cannibalism that can only be seen in some indigenous peoples.
It’s probably meant in a similar sense to ‘to eat’ in a sexual sense.
This is an insane enough statement.
What crazy religion in the world came up with the idea of gang-raping a saint?
Reflexively, my eyes went to the saintess, Arya, but I couldn’t bear to look at her, so I turned my head to her.
It will never be the situation she hoped for.
No wonder her expression contained feelings of despair and lamentation, like a person being buried in the silt coming from a landslide.
It was hard to contain this horrific sight, so I looked at the Ronin priest.
He noticed his gaze and asked.
“Do you want to enjoy the priest Ner?”
Enjoy it?
What.
To see that delicate woman being ruined?
Crazy bastard.
It’s a hard-boiled kid.
I forced a laugh.
“Ah, I was a little…”
“What do you mean a little bit?”
The mood has changed.
Calling it a cataclysm is not inferior.
It was a hoarse voice.
A chill was felt.
What did you touch wrong?
How do you get out
You need an excuse to make things go well.
Exactly, something hit my head.
“That’s because of erectile dysfunction.”
I answered with a deliberately dejected smile.
How about it, you can’t tell me to rape a saintess even though the fucking pepper doesn’t stand, right?
“…Ah, that’s right.”
Perhaps it was an unexpected answer, Ronin looked blank for a moment.
He looked at my lower abdomen with a pity on his face.
Since you’re fine, don’t send me such pity.
“Have you tried healing with that method?”
It was a strangely priestly question.
Of course, knowing that it was a judo newspaper, I shamelessly put out my flippers.
“… For some reason, I didn’t listen.”
“… I’m sorry for saying unnecessary things.”
“No, thanks.”
While wasting time with meaningless conversation, the calculations were roughly finished in my head.
The fact that saints are gang-raped by bishops is not public.
That is, the control of information exists.
But here I found out.
I didn’t mean it, but I figured it out.
Now, the other side will take one of two actions.
Appeasement, or disposal.
“Ner’s priest.”
Ronin’s voice rang out.
A man with wavy brown hair and a good eye smile.
That soft impression no longer seemed soft.
He approached me more coldly and desolately.
“Yes. Ronin Priest.”
I poured all of my attention into him so as not to miss a single word he said.
What would he say, what threats would he make?
“Still, you never know, after receiving the service of the saintess, your things will be restored to their original state.”
… ?
There was no bullshit like this.
It was a delusion that a madman would have.
I became impatient with an unexpected offer.
Erectile dysfunction, of course, was a hasty lie.
My Junior stood up well every morning.
“Ah, how can the saintess do that…”
“Don’t think so. The saintess is the one who looks down on everyone from the lowest level.”
I know that phrase.
It was a noble content that the most noble and holy being looked after the safety of the subjects.
Since when did such a meaningful and instructive statement change to the word “Hump under a man”?
“That, the other bishops are also waiting, how dare I go first…”
The bishop who coveted the aria stopped his waist and raised the corner of his mouth disgustingly.
“Ah, don’t worry. Watching how the saintess cries in the arms of the young priest Nere must have been quite a pleasant stimulus. Oh, did she say impotence? Well, wouldn’t that be a pretty interesting sight?”
Are the priests of the sexual aegyo church I know right?
I touched my forehead, which seemed about to explode from a headache.
What kind of situation is this?
To think that he would thrust his erect cock into the saintess.
You are the goddess of love
How can you neglect people who claim to be your followers?
For what reason does the flame of condemnation not go to this place?
* * *
I was betrayed.
What do you call betrayal?
Because I was the only one who believed in it from the beginning.
This person will be a little different.
This person takes care of me.
It encourages me when I am tired and struggling.
I thought so.
It’s a funny story.
I thought he was a trustworthy teacher, but in the end, I wonder if he was a friend of Ronin.
Another stake was driven through his chest.
Give up
This is your destiny
Raises the trembling body.
I can’t control my body because I’ve been stuck until just now.
“… Ah, Arya’s messy one, sleep, fuck, fuck, share, share.”
Say.
Have to tell
Because Ronin is in front.
If he catches a fault, he gets bullied again.
No.
That’s scary
So tell me.
A stream of hot water ran down his cheek.
I thought there was no more water to spill.
There were still tears
“Please, please. A poor saint who sucks cocks, harasses…”
Every time you spit out your dignity, you lose your dignity.
A person’s self-esteem crumbles like sand.
How much do you have to shave, shave, and shave again to be satisfied?
Is it until it’s empty?
No, is there an end in the first place?
Einstein.
I can’t stand it anymore…
Uh?
Who is Einstein?
Something.
I feel like I’m missing something.
Consciousness was clouded.
It disappears like powdered medicine that dissolves in water.
Goes extinct
I like that.
I was about to unhook the hem of Priestess Nernim Maraud’s trousers.
He was momentarily stunned.
Unlike other people, it was a normal attitude.
In response to his reaction, the ronin next to me glared at me with cold eyes.
“Isn’t it such a trivial temptation that the priest Ner-nim freaks out, Saint Aria?”
I pass on my fault again.
Yeah, you’d better trip me up if you do anything.
I desperately clung to Priest Nernim.
As soon as I lowered the hem of my pants, my ugly black cock protruded.
Erectile Dysfunction?
Then, what is this server-like sleep?
“I’m sorry, saintess.”
He said as if he was really depressed.
Why are you apologizing?
I’m a seedling year anyway.
It’s their toy.
Without hesitation, she bit his cock into her mouth.
Then he moved his tongue and licked the outside of his glans.
Churup, Churup.
It makes a colorful sound.
I’m a coward.
I was afraid of the violence of the ronin and the bishops.
A coward who has lost the will to rebel.
I have a lump in my chest.
A rotten, pus-filled lump.
I have to blow it up and get rid of it.
A lump that won’t go away.
I want to die.
I.
