Ch.279Side Story: The Confessional and the Lewd Saint – All Ages Version

This episode is an all-ages version of the adult chapter “Side Story: The Confessional and the Lewd Saint.”

Adult readers who can view the adult chapter may skip this.

I entered the confessional as Rosaria led me. 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 blackout curtains, and it smelled of aged wood—the kind of scent you might find in a confessional in a century-old cathedral.

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

As I sat down in the chair, Rosaria entered from the opposite side. The candle was lit, and through the purple blackout curtains on both sides and the latticed wall with small holes, I could see Rosaria’s silhouette.

“Oh, lost little lamb. You have 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 make out her posture.

I leaned back against the wall casually. Despite the all-wood construction that looked rigid, it felt as comfortable as sitting on the club room sofa. They must have applied some kind of magic to it.

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

This was a far cry from Rosaria’s usual demeanor. Her voice was soft and gentle, and her movements were calm. Moreover, her sudden talk of worries and forgiveness suggested she wanted me to play along.

So what else could I do? I had to follow her lead.

“What kind of concerns can I share, Holy Saint?”

“Anything is possible.”

“Truly anything?”

“…Yes. Truly anything.”

There was a slight pause just now, as if she hesitated to answer. While I was leisurely considering what concern to share to tease her, Rosaria added in a nervous, stammering voice:

“W-well, it’s surely going to be something lewd anyway. I know that men become very troubled if they don’t regularly release their desires. So please, hurry and confess. I, as a saint, will forgive everything in God’s name. Because that’s what the Lord has instructed.”

—I didn’t say anything though…

—Shh. This is not our place to interfere, Equinox.

The Sky God muttered quietly. The Evil God, sensing the unusual atmosphere, quickly disappeared somewhere with his brother.

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

I had been uncertain before, but now it seemed confirmed.

“Very well. I shall confess my sins.”

And I was no longer the type to be flustered by such things.

“Yes. Please, go ahead.”

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

“…Pardon?”

A surprised voice came from beyond the lattice wall. The silhouette fidgeted restlessly.

“W-what do you mean…”

“The scrap of fabric you call saint’s clothing that’s too embarrassing to even call clothes, how it exposes your armpits, upper chest, side chest, lower chest, sides, lower abdomen, hips, and thighs, how your breasts and buttocks bounce with every step—I find it all erotic. Isn’t wearing such clothes under the pretense of being a saint’s outfit just an attempt to seduce people? That’s what I think.”

Not expecting me to be so direct, Rosaria maintained silence for a while. Despite preparing all this, she apparently lacked the mental fortitude for it. Now, how she would respond was the key.

“…Did you say… you find me erotic?”

“Yes.”

The silhouette began to move. The shadow drew closer. Her hand 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 what was beyond before it quickly disappeared as Rosaria pressed her widely opened mouth against the round hole.

“Ah, aahn…”

The inner membrane of her mouth, illuminated by the soft yellow candlelight, glowed a sensual red. Each time saliva pooled under her tongue flowed past her uvula, the entire membrane writhed erotically.

A bright red piece of flesh twitched among the transparently sloshing saliva. The intention was so obvious that even I felt embarrassed watching. Rosaria spoke with her mouth full of saliva.

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

“Are you serious, Holy Saint?”

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

I had no idea what had gotten into her, but I wasn’t about to back down 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 see how she was positioned below. I suddenly wondered how Rosaria was sitting.

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

One thing was clear: regardless of how she was sitting, she was doing it to suck my cock through that hole. That was enough for me.

“Mmph…”

Her lips slowly approached the base of the shaft. My member passed over her tongue, through the inside of her palate, reaching her uvula and pushing it aside to enter deeper—

“Keh! Cough, cough!”

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

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

Seeing her break character as a saint, she must have been genuinely shocked.

“There’s still half left. Look.”

“Half?! Half still remains?! How am I supposed to swallow all of that?! 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 got better with practice, but Rosaria must have been told it was no big deal.

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 could somehow do such things.

“So. Will you continue, Holy Saint?”

“…”

After contemplating my question for a while, Rosaria put her mouth back to the hole.

After finishing cleaning up, Rosaria cautiously asked:

“…Once isn’t… enough for you, is it?”

“You know well. Where did you learn that?”

“Ugh… that’s… n-never mind. I know your sins run deep. I was just guessing.”

Rosaria evaded the answer and abruptly stood up.

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

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

“…You pervert. It seems my mouth is insufficient to make you repent your sins… I’ll have to use another place.”

The lattice opened a bit wider. I could see Rosaria’s lower body, covered only by a thin piece of fabric and vertically split stockings. Her fingers slightly pushed aside the “covering.”

Turning her body, Rosaria pressed her buttocks against the lattice. Her elastic buttocks approached me through the wall opening that was just the right size.

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

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

“…It doesn’t m-ah! matter. This won’t be the only time anyway…”

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

“…”

There was no response. The silhouette remained still and quiet.

“…Rosaria? Holy Saint?”

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

“…”

Rosaria had fainted, leaning against the support with her eyes rolled back.

“So the three of you planned this together.”

“Yeah.”

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 an internal ejaculation.

“Did it feel that good?”

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

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

“Haaaa… Really, I don’t know how to say this.”

“Say what?”

“Just… I heard something from Priscilla and Laura. They said that when someone like me—a nun or saint—gets a taste for that kind of thing, they become much more lewd than other people.”

“Uh…”

That image of nun or saint characters did have that strong impression. Rosaria’s saint 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.

“…Because I think it might be true.”