Ch.278Side Story: The Confessional and the Lewd Saint

I followed Rosaria into the confessional. Unlike its exterior appearance, the inside was quite spacious. It was tall enough that I could stand without my head touching the ceiling.

The interior was minimalist with just a single candle and a blackout curtain, and it smelled of aged wood—the kind you’d expect to find in a cathedral confessional with over a hundred years of history.

Surely they hadn’t actually used wood that old. They probably just created something that gave off a similar impression.

As I sat down, Rosaria entered the opposite side. The candle was lit, and through the purple blackout curtains on either side and the latticed wall with small holes, I could make out Rosaria’s silhouette.

“Oh, lost little lamb. You’ve come to the right place.”

Rosaria was kneeling on the floor with her hands clasped in front of her chest. Though I could only see her vague silhouette, it was clear enough to discern her posture.

I leaned back against the wall casually. Despite the all-wooden exterior that looked rigid, it felt as comfortable as sitting on the club room sofa. They must have enchanted it somehow.

“Please share with me all the troubles you’ve been keeping to yourself. The Lord will surely forgive you.”

This atmosphere was far from Rosaria’s usual demeanor. Her voice was soft and gentle, and her movements were calm. The fact that she immediately mentioned troubles and forgiveness meant she wanted me to play along.

Well, what else could I do? I’d follow her lead.

“What kind of troubles can I confess, Holy Maiden?”

“Anything is possible.”

“Truly anything?”

“…Yes. Truly anything.”

There was a slight pause before she answered, as if hesitating. As I was leisurely considering what kind of trouble I should tease her with, Rosaria added in a nervous, stammering voice:

“W-well, it’s bound to be something lewd anyway, isn’t it? I understand that men need to regularly release their desires or they become quite troubled. So please, confess quickly. I, as a holy maiden, will forgive everything in God’s name. Because that’s what the Lord has instructed.”

—I didn’t say anything though…

—Shh. This isn’t our place to intervene, Equinox.

The Sky God muttered quietly. The Demon God, sensing the unusual atmosphere, quickly disappeared somewhere with his younger sibling.

Separately, I was now certain of Rosaria’s intentions in bringing me here. It explained why she had changed into her holy maiden outfit and why she had asked me to come alone in the afternoon.

While I had been uncertain before, at this point it was essentially confirmed.

“Very well. I shall confess my sins.”

And I was no longer the kind of person who would be flustered by such things.

“Yes. Please go ahead.”

“I find the Holy Maiden too erotic. What should I do in such a case?”

“…Pardon?”

A startled voice returned from beyond the lattice wall. The silhouette fidgeted restlessly.

“W-what do you mean…?”

“I find it all too erotic—the scraps of cloth you call a holy maiden outfit, how it reveals your armpits, upper chest, side breasts, lower breasts, sides, lower abdomen, hips, and thighs, and how your breasts and buttocks bounce with every step you take. Isn’t wearing such an outfit under the pretense of it being a holy maiden’s garb just an attempt to seduce people? That’s what I think.”

She hadn’t expected me to be so direct, it seemed. Rosaria maintained silence for a while. Despite preparing all this, she apparently lacked the mental fortitude herself. Now, how she would respond was the key.

“…You said you find me… erotic?”

“Yes.”

The silhouette began to move. The shadow drew closer. Her hands moved to fold up part of the lattice wall, creating a round hole near my waist.

Through the folded lattice, I caught a glimpse of the other side before it quickly disappeared. Rosaria had thrust her wide-open mouth into the round hole.

“Ah, aahn…”

Her mouth’s inner membrane gleamed a sensual red in the soft yellow candlelight. The saliva pooled under her tongue flowed down past her uvula, making the entire membrane twitch erotically.

A transparent, sloshing saliva surrounded a bright red piece of flesh that twitched. Her intentions were so obvious that even I felt embarrassed watching. Rosaria spoke, her mouth full of saliva:

“H-here… pour your sins into my mouth… and surely the Lord will forgive you…”

“Are you serious, Holy Maiden?”

Rosaria answered by opening her mouth even wider. Her tongue, half-submerged in saliva, moved enticingly, pushing away the transparent liquid pooled below. The clear fluid overflowed past her lips.

I didn’t know what had gotten into her, but I had no intention of backing out when she was going this far. I undid the buckle at my waist. At the clicking sound, the silhouette flinched.

Since only her upper body was visible in the candlelight, I couldn’t tell what was happening below. I suddenly wondered how Rosaria was sitting.

Was she kneeling normally? Or sitting with her calves spread and her buttocks on the floor? Or crouching modestly with her thighs together? Or perhaps crouching vulgarly with her legs spread apart?

One thing was certain: however she was sitting, she was doing it to suck my cock through that hole. That was enough for me.

“Mmph…”

I unfastened the front of my pants and thrust my fully erect cock into the hole. As the tip pressed against her lips, Rosaria made a sound and hesitated.

But only briefly—she began to take in my cock, working her lips around it. Her cherry-colored lips gave a shy kiss to the glans, still somewhat inexperienced.

Her lips completely enveloped my cock. The saliva-drenched membrane wrapped around it. Her mouth reached the lattice wall with a thud, indicating she had reached her limit of movement. I would have to do the rest myself.

I paused briefly to enjoy the sensation of Rosaria sucking on the glans like candy. There was a certain charm to her inexperience.

After savoring the moment, I moved my hips. Her lips gradually moved down the shaft. Past the tongue, past the roof of the mouth, reaching the uvula, my cock pushed it aside and squeezed into the narrow passage, going deeper—

“Keh! Cough, cough!”

Before reaching that point, Rosaria hastily pulled her head back. After coughing several times, she exclaimed in an incredulous voice:

“H-how much more were you planning to put in?! There’s still more?!”

She seemed genuinely shocked, having even broken character. I calmly wiggled my cock.

“There’s still half left. See?”

“Half?! Half still left?!”

After checking how far her saliva had reached on my cock, Rosaria touched it briefly and said in disbelief:

“How am I supposed to swallow all of this?! That’s impossible!”

The only people who would talk like that would be Laura and Priscilla. Leona and Latina were still far from being able to say they could swallow it all.

Of course, even those two could only manage about half at first. They improved with practice, but it seemed Rosaria had been led to believe it was no big deal for them.

Honestly, even I wondered how it was possible, despite being used to it. Since it wasn’t something I’d ever experience myself, I just accepted that women were capable of such things.

“So. Will you continue, Holy Maiden?”

“…”

After contemplating for a while, Rosaria pressed her lips to the tip of my cock again. Since I had pressed my hips close to the hole, this time she took the initiative from the other side to swallow my cock.

“Mmph… mph…”

With a muffled moan, her lips moved gradually toward the base, stopping after swallowing about half. Judging by her choking breaths, that seemed to be her limit for now.

A warm palm carefully wrapped around the remaining half that couldn’t fit into her mouth.

“Slurp… slurp… mmph…”

Occasionally she would remove her mouth to catch her breath when it became difficult, and once her breathing stabilized, she would take the glistening glans back into her mouth, diligently licking the precum from the tip as she continued her own version of confession.

“Haa… haa… *kiss*…”

After some time, her sucking pace noticeably slowed, perhaps due to jaw pain. Her front teeth also made contact with my cock more frequently. Her breathing became increasingly labored.

Due to her inexperienced hand movements, I could have easily held back from climaxing if I wanted to, but there seemed no need. If I let her continue much longer, she might give up out of exhaustion.

“I think I’m about to come.”

“Slurp… What? Finally…! A-hem. Very well, my child. I shall receive it all, so release your sins just as you are.”

Rosaria’s voice rose with excitement before she cleared her throat and lowered it again, trying to maintain her dignified act. Her lips worked more vigorously on my shaft, and her hand movements around the base became more busy.

“I’m coming… Holy Maiden…!”

“Yes, yes! Give me your sins…!”

Just before my cock released its semen, she removed her mouth. Through the faint silhouette beyond the lattice wall, I could see Rosaria with her face tilted upward, tongue extended, and hands cupping her mouth.

“Nngh… nngh…”

My cock pulsated and ejaculated. White, sticky fluid began to cover her face. Though I could only see a dim silhouette, that made it even more erotic.

I could clearly see the process of her peach-colored face being painted with white fluid.

The sticky white semen splattered across her face, clinging to her eyelids, nose, and cheeks before flowing down to her lips. Then it pooled briefly at her chin before dripping onto her palm.

“Mmph… uugh…”

After the long ejaculation ended and I had sprayed the last drops of semen from my urethra onto her face, Rosaria moaned painfully and trembled. Soon after, the sound of her wiping away semen filled the confessional.

She drank the white fluid pooled in her palm, gathered the semen on her face into her mouth, and even collected what had fallen on her chest, scooping it from her deep cleavage into her mouth. Finally, I heard the sound of her sucking her fingers clean.

“Urgh…”

After briefly gagging, Rosaria approached the hole on her knees. She placed my cock between her breasts and rubbed it from both sides, cleaning off any remaining fluid.

After finishing the cleaning, Rosaria cautiously asked:

“…One time won’t be enough, will it?”

“You know well. Did you learn that somewhere?”

“Mmph… that’s… n-never mind. I just know your sins run deep. It was just a guess.”

Rosaria evaded the question and stood up abruptly.

“What great wrongdoing have you committed that you remain so erect even after releasing so much sin?”

“Perhaps it’s because the Holy Maiden just now was too erotic, and my sins have accumulated again?”

“…You pervert.”

Rosaria muttered this while tapping the glans with her fingertip, then pushed my cock back. I withdrew it from the hole as she wanted. Thanks to her breast-cleaning, my cock was still slick with saliva.

“It seems my mouth is insufficient to make you repent your sins… I shall use another place.”

The lattice panel opened wider. I could see Rosaria’s lower body, wrapped in a thin piece of cloth and vertically split stockings. Her fingers slightly pushed aside the “covering.”

Turning around, Rosaria pressed her buttocks against the lattice panel. Through the wall that had opened to just the right size, her elastic buttocks approached my side. Her wet entrance emitted an erotic scent.

“U-use this place to… release your sins.”

“Is it alright if I can’t see your face?”

“…It doesn’t, ah! Matter.”

When my glans touched her entrance, she seemed momentarily startled, but Rosaria quickly composed herself and continued:

“A-anyway, this won’t be the only time…”

She was right.

As I was about to push my cock into her, I became curious. Above her thoroughly wet entrance, her small anal opening was twitching.

I poked the small hole with my finger. Her buttocks immediately swallowed two knuckles of my index finger. Her tailbone above trembled as if struck by lightning.

“What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!”

As expected, Rosaria lost her composure and protested vehemently. When she tried to pull away, I grabbed her buttocks to stop her, and she pounded on the lattice wall with her other hand.

“Is this way not allowed, Holy Maiden? I’ve often heard that nuns maintain their purity by doing it from behind.”

“T-that was in the plan too, but! N-no! No! Absolutely not! Maybe later, but definitely not now!”

Since I had no real intention of inserting there anyway, I obediently removed my finger. Instead, I firmly grasped both buttocks. The springy flesh clung elastically to my palms.

I moved my hips. Very slowly, much more leisurely than I would with others. No matter how much “prior explanation” she had received and how wet she was now, suddenly pushing in would not be a good choice.

As the glans slowly parted her entrance, Rosaria let out a stifled moan, “Mmph!” From the sound, it seemed she was covering her mouth.

“I-is it all in…?”

“There’s still a long way to go.”

Only about 1/4 had entered so far.

“It already feels so full…”

Rosaria made a tearful face. I firmly held her buttocks to prevent her from escaping, then pushed my hips further. A more intense moan echoed.

“Still not…?”

“Not even halfway in yet.”

“Ngh, ugh… Now it’s all in, right…?”

“Just halfway now.”

“Ah, hik?! W-wait— my lower, *kiss*. This is strange?! Khik?!”

When about 2/3 of my shaft had disappeared, the tip of my glans struck her cervix.

At that point, Rosaria’s reactions changed dramatically from merely asking how much had entered. Her buttocks trembled, and her inner walls tightly squeezed my cock. The silhouette arched her back sharply and quivered.

“Did you just come?”

“I-I don’t knoww… What is thiss… It’s more amazing than masturbation… ngh, no… nothingg…! Pretend you didn’t hearr…!”

Unfortunately, I had already heard everything. I playfully spoke while massaging her buttocks:

“As you said, to feel this much from the first insertion, your talent is quite exceptional, Holy Maiden.”

“Mmph… hearing such things… ngh, doesn’t! Make me happy…!”

I pulled my hips back slightly. The glans that had been kissing her cervix wetly also withdrew. Rosaria seemed to climax lightly again, arching her back further.

“I’m going to start moving now.”

“Moving? W-wait. I’m not yet— nnghaaah?!”

I thrust my hips back in. Rosaria, who had already climaxed, came again, then came when I pulled out, and came again when I thrust in, repeating this cycle.

After just two thrusts, the silhouette that had climaxed four times went limp. Somewhat bewildered, I asked:

“Did you take an aphrodisiac while waiting for me?”

“N-not, ngh. Not at allll…”

So it was truly natural talent? Come to think of it, during my birthday banquet, Priscilla and Laura had taken turns whispering that the cliché of modest-looking nuns being the most erotic was true.

Perhaps they were right, I thought as I thrust my cock in.

“Ngh, ah. Hik, ah, my lower abdommm. It’s ringingg. Ngh, huh?! Ah, ah.”

Fortunately, she seemed to get somewhat used to it as time passed. Though she still let out broken moans and tightly squeezed my cock, she wasn’t climaxing four times with just two thrusts like at the beginning.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the small confessional. Wet sounds were mixing in between.

The evidence of pleasure overflowing from our connection point, and the moans that could barely be called language filled the confessional, adding fuel to the already intense passion.

My gaze moved downward. The buttocks bouncing elastically under my palms reminded me of the pudding Erestica fed me. When I squeezed them, the flesh rose slightly between my fingers.

Looking at this sight, I raised my hand.

—Smack!

“Ahng?!”

I brought it down. The startled inner walls clenched tightly. The silhouette that had been struggling to move with my thrusts looked back.

“W-what are you doinggg?!”

Smack, I spanked her once more.

“Don’t exaggerate, Holy Maiden. I didn’t hit you that hard.”

“That’s not the issue—eek?!”

The glans struck her cervix forcefully. Her inner walls squeezed tightly. Rosaria seemed to give up on conversation and focused on other matters.

Her snow-white buttocks gradually became damp with sweat. The love juices that had been flowing down the wall also seeped into the floor. The air grew hot.

Rosaria had been silent for some time. She merely alternated between holding back her moans and letting them out.

Her softened inner walls squeezed my cock rhythmically. Watching the beads of sweat forming on her waist and rolling down, I thrust my cock forcefully.

“Rosaria… I’m getting close…”

“Heh… heh… mmph…”

With even her character broken, Rosaria just panted and didn’t answer. I firmly grasped her buttocks. With a squelching sound, my cock at its limit released semen deep into her womb.

Her inner walls writhed and squeezed with all their might one last time. Rosaria seemed to want to let out a moan but could only choke.

“Ugh… ack…”

The silhouette went limp. As I slowly withdrew my cock, her opened entrance closed firmly. The semen that hadn’t made it into her womb pooled at my urethral opening before falling to the confessional floor.

“How was it? Want to go again, Rosaria?”

“…”

There was no answer. The silhouette remained motionless and quiet.

“…Rosaria? Holy Maiden?”

I carefully opened the lattice wall right next to the hole and looked at the other side.

“…”

Rosaria was leaning against the support, unconscious with her eyes rolled back.

“So the three of you planned this together.”

“Yes.”

After hurriedly carrying her unconscious body outside and laying her down, Rosaria regained consciousness not long after. She made an incredulous face when told she had fainted after receiving a creampie.

“Did it feel that good?”

“Shut up. Do you really need me to say it out loud?”

Thump, Rosaria hit my chest once. I accepted the blow quietly. After pounding on me for a while, she let out a deep sigh.

“Haaah… I really don’t know what to say.”

“Say what?”

“Just… I heard something from Priscilla and Laura. That people like me—nuns or holy maidens—become much more lewd than others once they get a taste for it.”

“Uh…”

That image of nun or holy maiden characters was indeed strong. Rosaria’s holy maiden outfit itself faithfully reflected such fantasies.

Though it was a design created by Aria.

“Why bring that up suddenly?”

At my question, Rosaria rubbed her thighs and glanced at the half-open confessional.

“…I think it might actually be true.”