episode_0027

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“Even when I was eight, even when I was eighteen. You always fought for me, Father.”

“Lucia. That’s…”

“Knowing that… Now that I know… How can I not like you? Is it wrong to like you anyway?”

Lucia, having poured out a torrent of emotions, blushed with belated shame.

Her face, already flushed from the alcohol, grew even hotter, the burning sensation indescribable.

Lucia was well aware that her confession had been blurted out while drunk.

Actually, to be honest, she was already somewhat sober.

The hazy intoxication that had led Lucia to open up her heart gradually faded as she revisited her terrible past memories.

By the time she was talking about the pirates, she barely felt the effects of the alcohol, except for the heat warming her body and her slightly heavier limbs.

However, just because the intoxication had worn off didn’t mean she was completely sober.

In the space where the intoxication had left Lucia’s head, another emotion with a similar heat began to fill.

An emotion that makes people hazier than alcohol, more impulsive than anger, and transforms even timidity into boldness.

Affection began to dominate her body and mind.

Lucia, straddling Father Theodore’s stomach, stared intently at his rugged face beneath her.

His masculine body lying beneath her.

That situation itself gave Lucia an indescribable excitement and fueled an impulse that felt impossible to stop.

“That was just my job… Chasing away devils, protecting you. Both were… just things I had to do.”

“So?”

“…What?”

“Isn’t it enough to like someone who does their job diligently?”

Lucia retorted to the Father’s words almost without taking a breath.

Lucia was surprised anew.

Even considering it was a hastily delivered rebuttal, it was a perfect piece of logic, even to herself.

Was I always this good at talking?

No, this was clearly closer to an instinctive will that had no intention of letting this situation end lightly.

Lucia guessed as much.

Lucia could sense that this situation couldn’t be ended with the Father’s clumsy excuses.

‘Ah…’

Lucia’s body grew hotter and hotter.

Her lower abdomen felt empty, her skin was burning hot, and at the same time, her chest ached with an unknown emptiness.

Her legs tingled, and a liquid of unknown origin made her underwear damp.

The inside of her thigh, where the liquid touched, felt another intense tingling.

Lucia unknowingly began to rub her hips little by little on the Father’s stomach.

‘Again… again… this feeling…’

It was a familiar feeling now.

Ever since, when she thought of the Father alone in her room, or when she stole glimpses of the sleeping Father through the window.

That feeling that had spread all over her body at those moments was now washing over Lucia again.

‘Now… it can’t be now, not in front of you, Father… It’s embarrassing…’

Lucia was trying her best to calm this confusing feeling.

She had just confessed her feelings to the Father, and if she showed him such an unsightly appearance, wouldn’t he lose interest in her?

No, even before worrying about that, she herself was too ashamed to show such a sight.

‘What do I do…’

This feeling and reaction spreading through Lucia’s body was a signal that her body desired intercourse with the person she loved.

In other words, she was in heat.

Although it had intensified since she had given her body to the devil, it was also a natural human instinct.

The fastest way to resolve this would be to touch the man in front of her, as her instincts dictated.

However, fortunately or unfortunately, Lucia did not know how.

She had no general knowledge of sex.

That was because she had come to the island before she was even ten years old and had lived her whole life in the convent.

Of course, she had opened her eyes to reason and sexual desire according to her instincts, but that didn’t mean that information that didn’t exist would appear on its own.

Originally, knowledge must be obtained from one’s surroundings.

Ordinary people grow up listening to gossip from older brothers or sisters in the neighborhood, or at least learning from the lewd jokes of reckless adults, but she had never been exposed to the information she needed to know.

The only act of affection she had seen as a child was her parents lightly kissing each other as they exchanged morning greetings.

In fact, Lucia understood that kissing was only something that could be done between married couples.

Of course, Lucia also had a strong impulse to kiss Father Theodore, but since she was a nun and he was a priest, they could not become a married couple.

Desire and instinct, a lack of sexual knowledge,

Even though she had no faith, the doctrines of religion she had built up over a lifetime.

All of those things collided and became tangled in Lucia’s head.

Lucia had lived outside at least when she was a child, which was why she was like this, but Sola really didn’t know anything.

Anna was the only nun who had proper sexual knowledge.

‘… Anna… That’s right, Anna!’

Lucia thought of Anna.

Not long ago, on the night when she had been swept away by the same feeling as she watched the sleeping Father.

It was Anna who had soothed Lucia’s hot body, which she didn’t know what to do with.

What did Anna do back then?

Lucia was able to come up with an answer quickly.

‘… If I’m touched… If I’m touched, it’ll calm down.’

Remembering Anna’s caressing of her body that day, Lucia bit her lip.

Kissing is something that can only be done between married couples, but touching the wet bottom between her legs is something that Anna has done for me too, hasn’t she?

If that’s the case, then surely the Father can do it too.

Surely, the Father isn’t such a cold person that he can’t even grant me this small request, since I’ve confessed such a heartfelt love to him.

It’s just touching.

It won’t be any different from stroking my head like he usually does.

Thinking that, Lucia quickly rolled her eyes and scanned the Father’s fingers.

A man’s fingers, much thicker and rougher than Anna’s.

Even with the instincts of someone without knowledge, she could know enough.

Those hands would surely feel several times better than Anna’s hands.

Lucia slowly opened her lips.

A sticky saliva had gathered thickly at the corners of her mouth, to the point of overflowing out of her lips.

“… Would you like to touch?”

As soon as Lucia finished speaking, the Father’s eyes widened in surprise.

Lucia was puzzled by the Father’s reaction.

It’s not like I asked him to kiss me, or to accept my confession,

It’s just asking him to touch me a little, so why does the Father react as if he heard something he shouldn’t have?

“Fa… ther…”

Lucia slowly lifted her skirt.

Here it is.

Please touch here.

With that big hand, like stroking my head, please stroke here.

Please.

“My stomach… feels empty. Below my navel feels empty… It’s itchy… It’s hot. Between my legs… it’s frustrating.”

Lucia confided the details of her physical condition in a trembling voice.

That was because she was worried that the Father might not understand, or not know where it was.

Here it is.

Below the navel.

Between my legs,

Inside my underwear,

Here, where it’s so itchy I feel like I’m going crazy.

“Lucia…?”

Father Theodore’s gaze landed exactly where Lucia wanted it to.

His hand hadn’t even touched her yet, but just the touch of his gaze made Lucia feel as if her waist was aching, and she bit her lip.

Was it because her skin was burning hot?

Even though it was still summer, the night air felt cold.

A cool breeze passed through the space between her legs, which were exposed in front of the Father’s face, scratching across the inside of her damp thighs.

That alone made Lucia’s legs begin to tremble.

If it was like this with just a gaze and air, if the Father’s hand were to touch her, perhaps an intense shock almost like being electrocuted would burn her brain to a crisp.

However, the Father still doesn’t lift a finger.

As if he was teasing her,

Did the Father not understand?

Perhaps he was too drunk to understand?

Lucia pleaded with the Father once more.

“Would you… touch me?”

However, the Father’s reaction greatly deviated from Lucia’s expectations.

Far from reaching out his hand, he was actually slowly backing away.

Lucia was greatly dismayed.

‘Why? It’s not like I’m asking you for such a difficult request!’

Sulking, Lucia plopped down on his stomach to prevent him from running away.

Then, she slowly pushed her hips forward, sending them up to the vicinity of his sternum.

‘Ugh…’

That was an action that was no different from rubbing herself on his body.

It wouldn’t be as good as scratching with long, thick fingers, but just rubbing against his flat upper body caused a fleeting sensation that felt like her mind was floating, piercing through Lucia’s brain.

It was definitely not that she had peed, but an unidentified sticky liquid kept gushing out of her legs like juice.

The Father’s body stiffened.

He seemed flustered and exhaled a large breath.

The warm breath flowed under her raised skirt and gently caressed Lucia’s lower abdomen.

‘Ah, it feels… good.’

Lucia pleaded in a voice that sounded like she was almost losing her mind.

“Come closer… closer.”

“Lucia… This…”

Every time the Father opened his mouth, his breath flowed and brushed against Lucia’s skin.

Lucia wriggled her waist and continued speaking.

“Closer.”

However, the Father finally turned his head away.

It was an expression of resolute refusal that even a child would know.

Lucia felt a moment where her heart seemed to drop.

Why,

Why won’t the Father grant me even such an easy request?

“…”

Why?

Why can’t I?

It’s just asking him to touch me,

Just asking him to stroke me. Why…

Come to think of it, the Father hasn’t been stroking me lately.

Even when I try to stick close to him, he keeps avoiding me…

Even on the boat, when I tried to stick close to him, he sighed.

Could it be.

Could it be.

Do you hate me?

Why?

Because I gave my body to the devil?

I just wanted to run?

“No…”

Finally, the word of refusal popped out of his mouth.

No.

It’s wrong to like me too.

It’s wrong to touch me too.

You always only say no, Father.

You’re the one who made me a body that can’t run,

You’re the one who made me become a devil’s body,

You’re the one who made me feel this way,

Lucia quickly lowered her upper body and pressed down on the Father’s shoulders.

Fingers that had turned black like eagle claws.

Hair that had darkened, exuding a moist texture like jet-black mud,

And eyes that had turned bright red.

A devil close to a beast.

Instinct had swallowed her.

The patience to wait for the Father’s consideration was no longer there.

“Father… please… touch me.”

Lucia slowly brought her lips to the Father’s ear and corrected her words.

“Touch here.”

Lucia whispered in the Father’s ear.

The distance between two people,

No, the distance between a priest and a nun, was gradually approaching a dangerous point.

Closer,

Closer.

The distance between the two was now as thin as a damp cloth.