You Must Not Be Caught Listening to the Sound

A blue pattern glowed Replica Omega on her lower abdomen.

Bat wings were spread wide outside the heart-shaped pattern.

A subtle mana, never felt cartier Replica uk before, emanated from the faintly glowing dye.

It was unmistakably a devil’s mark.

A devil’s mark, said to be branded replica omega watches on those who had intercourse with demons.

Proof of impurity.

A symbol that should never be etched on a saintess, or any human for that matter, was on her lower abdomen.

“…Why? I clearly only did it in the illusion? Even if I did it with a, a demon in the illusion…”

A devil’s mark had been branded.

She felt her lips dry up at the unbelievable sight.

Eileen looked around without realizing it.

“Brother, B-Brother Max…”

No matter how much she looked, Max was nowhere to be seen.

The empty store felt utterly devoid of human presence.

‘Where is he?’

Eileen, biting her parched lips, called out to Max without realizing it.

But there was no reply.

“Where did he go?”

Stroking her lower abdomen with anxious eyes, she trembled as she felt the mana emanating from the devil’s mark.

‘What if what I felt wasn’t an illusion, but reality…?’

What if the demon Max in the illusion was a real demon?

She felt dizzy.

The fear and dread that what she had experienced so far might not have been an illusion flashed through her mind.

She had been seduced by a demon and lost the purity that a saintess should possess.

“Oh, God.”

Eileen clasped her hands together and prayed to the goddess.

“I am sorry. I was deceived by pleasure and abandoned the purity I had to protect.”

As she was about to kneel, holy divinity poured around her.

“Huh?”

A saintess could only wield divinity befitting her if she possessed purity.

The presence of a devil’s mark meant she had intercourse with a demon.

That meant she had lost her purity and all her power.

“The divinity is there, but why…?”

Without realizing it, she looked at her lower abdomen again.

The still-vivid devil’s mark was glowing.

It was when she was about to stroke it.

“How was it?”

She raised her head at the familiar voice.

Max was approaching her, holding a freshly laundered priest’s robe.

She belatedly realized that she was practically naked.

She was wearing only underwear that barely covered her breasts and private parts.

“…Brother Max.”

“How was the sensation when you realized that the experience you saw as an illusion was actually reality?”

“Then this wasn’t r-real? You’re not a demon, Brother?”

“Of course not. If I were a demon, I would have been purified by then.”

“…”

It was the worst.

Her heart had jumped out of her chest, and in reaction, it was now beating rapidly.

Guilt, a sense of depravity, and the fact that she had betrayed everyone’s trust for pleasure made her head spin.

Fear made the chemicals in her brain leave her dumbfounded.

She wanted to run away immediately.

And that feeling…

Thump-thump.

Made her heart beat wildly.

It was like dancing on a shaky bridge.

It was definitely unpleasant.

No, it should be unpleasant.

But realizing that it wasn’t reality but an illusion, it came to her as a strangely ticklish sensation.

Her head was hot.

She gasped for breath from the intense dopamine that numbed her entire body.

Her body trembled with a strange addiction.

Eileen was experiencing a faint climax without even having sex or being caressed.

Then Max’s hand touched her lower abdomen.

“Hngh!”

His eyes, gently stroking the devil’s mark, met Eileen’s.

“While you were enjoying yourself with me, who had turned into a demon in the illusion, I engraved a magic circle here.”

“This is a magic circle?”

“Yes. It’s a magic circle that’s similar to the one I engraved when I came here earlier, but slightly different.”

Eileen recalled.

Max in the illusion gently scratching her lower abdomen with his fingernails as he violated her and had sex.

“Could it be that time?”

“That’s right. I cast illusion magic.”

“W-What were you thinking!”

This wasn’t an illusion.

It was reality.

If someone else found out that this pattern was engraved on her lower abdomen…

It wouldn’t just end with the issue of heresy.

Eileen was a saintess.

The fact that something that looked like a devil’s mark was engraved on the saintess would be enough to turn the religious order upside down.

“A-Are you crazy?”

“Of course. But don’t worry. It won’t be discovered if you’re careful.”

“Y-You, y-you…”

Max, stroking the pattern engraved on her lower abdomen, whispered.

“Think about it. This is a secret just between you and me. A secret that those dumb priests inside can never know.”

“…”

“Walk around with this unknown pattern engraved on your lower abdomen and face those who always oppress you. You’ll probably gain confidence.”

“W-What kind of nonsense is that?”

“They’re people who can’t even notice the change in your body. They’re not worshiping you, they’re worshiping the divinity in you. They’re sacrificing you to worship the divinity.”

“…”

“I didn’t want to see someone’s freedom suppressed and their desires crushed just because their divine power is a little strong. So I engraved a spell that would allow you to be a little more honest.”

“But th-this kind of thing…”

“Violates the rules of the religious order?”

“…”

She nodded.

“Do you really need to follow those rules?”

“Huh?”

“Following them hasn’t made you happy, has it?”

“Th-That’s…”

“Have you really been happy following those rules?”

That wasn’t wrong.

She had followed the laws of the religious order every time as a saintess, but nothing came back to her.

Her position as a saintess?

That wasn’t important to her.

Eileen wanted to do something other than being a saintess.

She wasn’t happy living like this, constantly being watched and confined.

Sometimes she even felt like abandoning her divinity.

“But Brother Max.”

“Yes.”

“You sound like a demon.”

“My words are far from the laws of the Goddess Church.”

He didn’t bother denying it.

But Eileen felt it.

She didn’t feel any demonic energy or negativity from Max, who was speaking with a smile.

“And to tell you one secret, this devil’s mark…”

He continued, gently touching Eileen’s lower abdomen.

“Will disappear in half a month.”

“Excuse me…?”

“The pattern will gradually fade starting a week from now. After ten days, only a trace will remain. And after half a month, it will disappear completely. Of course, it may take longer depending on your divinity.”

“But you said it would be different from the magic circle you engraved on my shoulder earlier…”

“It is different. The only difference is that the duration is a little longer.”

Max gave a mischievous smile.

“Did you think I would engrave a permanent tattoo on the saintess’s body?”

“I th-thought you would.”

“I may be crazy about magic, but I wouldn’t do that. A permanent tattoo on the saintess’s body? Besides, tattoos aren’t my thing.”

“…But.”

The demon in the illusion engraved it roughly.

She swallowed those words.

Max said.

The illusion shows the user’s illusions.

That meant that acknowledging that the devil’s mark was her taste.

“…”

“This transgression is a secret transgression that you’re doing in secret. Since you can’t come to our store every time, you’re filling that void with this transgression.”

Max, gently stroking her lower abdomen, smiled softly.

Eileen couldn’t meet Max’s eyes and turned her gaze away.

Was it because her head was hot?

She didn’t notice.

That Max’s hands were freely moving over the body of the saintess, who was being thoroughly watched to prevent any man’s touch.

That she herself was now feeling Max’s touch.

That the experience she felt in the illusion was slowly changing Eileen.

Eileen didn’t know.

“O-Okay.”

Because she was now excited imagining the transgression she was about to commit.

“So please go back carefully. You must never be discovered.”

“Yes.”

Eileen nodded at Max’s voice, which whispered softly like a demon’s whisper.

“You can wash up and go back.”

“Ah, thank you.”

“And be careful, because there are several holy knights watching outside the door.”

“Yes.”

Eileen, receiving the priest’s robe, entered the shower room again to wash her body.

Her expression was blank as if she was possessed.

Eileen, wearing the priest’s robe again, said goodbye and left.

As soon as she went outside, holy knights and priests swarmed around her and stood by her side.

They looked at her expression as she was being escorted.

A state distorted by the excitement of guilt and a sense of depravity from deceiving others.

She couldn’t hide her flushed face, but no one could find fault with it.

That was the position of the saintess.

A position that no one could easily talk to.

“She’ll be satisfied for a while with this.”

An illusion of having sex with a demon in the church.

Her desires must have been quite built up.

He had responded in his own way, but he was also inwardly embarrassed.

Honestly, who wouldn’t be surprised that the saintess’s desire was to have sex with a demon?

He thought it was because she had been confined all the time, and her desires had accumulated.

A saintess who was always watched probably couldn’t even masturbate freely.

If she didn’t, it would inevitably build up.

So he drew a devil’s mark so that she could relieve her frustration.

So that she could relieve her desires even if she didn’t come here.

She seemed to be excited by the sense of depravity of deceiving others, so he added a lot of that element.

A devil’s mark.

‘I think I did a really good job.’

Commanding the saintess to engrave something that she should never do on her lower abdomen and not get caught.

Eileen left with a flushed face, seemingly excited by that alone.

‘She won’t get caught.’

He had told her not to get caught, but even if she was undressed, she wouldn’t be caught by most priests.

It looked like a devil’s mark, but it was clearly a magic circle.

A magic circle with a slight effect of recognition distortion.

No one but the Pope would be able to tell that a spell similar to a devil’s mark was drawn on her lower abdomen.

But Eileen didn’t know.

So she was enjoying it.

He hoped that she would enjoy and relieve the thrill of not knowing when she would be caught.

I’m someone who relieves desires.

He didn’t want her to fall into ruin.

It’s more troublesome than anything.

I could lose customers, and even my life.

It’s like a Mafia game without the Mafia.

We pick out the Mafia, claiming we don’t know where they are, but it’s actually a safe game with no Mafia.

‘I just have to hope they enjoy it and reduce their desire to have sex with the devil.’

Anyway.

“Where the hell did Teacher go?”