episode_0051

Dong— Dong—

The sound of the bell announcing the start of the afternoon echoed throughout every corner of the church.

After eating, I was talking with the Saintess at the resting place. I chugged my drink and stood up.

“What did you say we’re doing this afternoon?”

“Confession! I’ve told you several times already.”

“Right? So I just need to wait at the entrance?”

“Yes! Just let me know if anyone suspicious approaches. But honestly, not many people come for confession, so it probably won’t happen. Let’s go then!”

By the way, it’s said that when the Saintess first started handling confessions, the place was packed with people who just wanted to see her face—or rather, her large breasts.

In the end, the church had to take drastic measures, blacklisting all such individuals before they could reclaim the current peace.

As expected, the Saintess’s breasts are dangerous.

Even now, if I look, her side breast peeks out from under her armpit, tempting me.

With a clear and serene mind, I pushed away my worldly desires and followed her toward the confessional.

A moment later, we arrived in front of the confessional, located in the outer part of the church.

“Alright, I’ll go in. Stay out here and guard.”

“Okay. What time do you finish?”

“I have to do it until 4 PM. If you work hard, I’ll buy you something delicious.”

“Understood. See you later.”

Soon, the Saintess disappeared, and the truly boring wait began.

An hour passed, and not a single visitor arrived.

Even considering its remote location, this was excessively quiet.

‘Who would come on a weekend, anyway?’

On a hard-earned holiday, there’s not enough time to play or rest to begin with, so who would waste their time here?

Unless it’s someone desperate enough to confess their heart out, no one would seek this place.

“Yaaawn…”

Having yawned grandly, I looked around for something interesting to do when a thought suddenly occurred to me.

A mischievous smile spread across my lips.

‘Should I take this chance to get forgiveness from the Saintess?’

More than a month ago, I had assaulted the Saintess in the slime dungeon.

I wondered how she would react if she heard about it.

Driven by 1 percent guilt and 99 percent mischief, I looked around, confirmed no one was present, and entered the confessional.

Inside, it was narrow, just enough for one person to move, and cozy.

As soon as my butt touched the chair, the Saintess’s voice came from beyond the wall.

“What troubles bring you here?”

I subtly altered my voice and replied.

“A month ago, I committed a great sin. I came here hoping to be forgiven for it.”

“A sin? What sin was it?”

“Well, I accidentally met a slime in a dungeon, and it had the ability to transform. So I made it transform into a standee of the Saintess and then assaulted it!”

“……Assaulted it?”

“Yes! I inserted my penis into the Saintess’s vagina and finally ejaculated inside! I came here hoping to be forgiven for this.”

As I deliberately chose vulgar words to explain explicitly, the Saintess was momentarily speechless and fell silent.

When would she ever have been sexually harassed in such a manner? The shock must have been immense.

It was a long time before the Saintess finally spoke.

“Are you telling this to the person herself?”

“Isn’t this a place to confess sins and receive forgiveness? Besides, I know that what is heard here should not be revealed outside. It’s written in the scriptures, isn’t it?”

“You’re counting on that, are you? How outrageous!”

The Saintess huffed, seemingly feeling wronged that she was angry but powerless to do anything.

“Will you forgive me?”

As I brazenly asked for forgiveness in such a situation, the Saintess repeatedly took deep breaths to calm her anger, then finally granted mercy with a sigh.

“Haa… Just this once. There won’t be another chance next time! Understood?”

“Of course. I thank the Saintess for her mercy.”

“Then you may leave now.”

The Saintess issued an order for me to leave.

Her will to not deal with me any longer was palpable.

But I didn’t budge an inch.

When I showed no sign of moving, the Saintess asked with a puzzled voice.

“What’s wrong? Do you perhaps have more to say?”

“Yes. I have one last question.”

“What is it? I hope it’s not long.”

Seeing her urge me as if she’d punish me immediately if I spoke nonsense, I braced myself to bolt and dropped the bombshell.

“Do you happen to have a mole on the inside of your right thigh?”

“…What did you say?”

“Your right thigh, I mean. There’s definitely a mole there…”

At my words, there was a rustling sound as she checked her thigh, then immediately a furious roar erupted.

“You!!!”

At her furious shout, I immediately opened the door, stepped out, and returned to where I had been standing earlier, as if nothing had happened.

By a hair’s breadth, the confessional door burst open, and the Saintess emerged.

She looked around frantically, then asked me.

“Where did the person who just left go?”

“Huh? Just now?”

“Quickly! We have to catch them right away! We can’t let a pervert like that loose in the world!”

The Saintess, seemingly feeling a sense of duty, badgered me, her eyes bloodshot.

I controlled my expression and shook my head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. No one entered the confessional.”

“What? Th-that can’t be right? Were you perhaps dozing off?”

“Not at all. Look at my face. Does this look like the face of someone who was dozing off?”

“Then really?”

“Yes. It seems more like the Saintess was the one dozing off…”

When I gave her a suspicious look, the Saintess pouted, as if feeling wronged.

“No! I wasn’t dozing off. That’s strange? But there really was someone?”

“Even so, what can we do if they’re not here? Just consider it a brief auditory hallucination—”

“I’m telling you, it’s real! They even knew I had a mole on the inside of my right thigh— *Gasp*!?”

The Saintess, responding emotionally, ended up confessing her own secret.

I grinned.

“What’s that supposed to mean? A mole on the inside of your thigh?”

“N-no! It was a slip of the tongue!”

“Really? Even though you said it yourself?”

“If I say no, then it’s no! Do you have proof?”

“Do you have proof, Saintess? To prove there’s no mole on the inside of your thigh, you’d have to show it directly…”

I subtly glanced at her thigh.

At that, the Saintess’s face flushed crimson, and she screamed loud enough to burst my eardrums.

“Wh-what are you looking at right now!”

And then she struck me in the solar plexus.

Thud!

Struck in the stomach in the blink of an eye, I clutched my abdomen and fell to my knees.

As I quietly groaned, the Saintess, startled by her own actions, flinched before turning her back with a cold expression.

“Hmph! You brought it on yourself! Reflect on your actions there!”

Clunk!

The Saintess disappeared back into the confessional.

After briefly complaining about the pain, I grinned at the perfectly executed strategy and stood up.

“Operation successful.”

Now, the Saintess will never suspect me.

The identity of the mysterious thigh villain would forever remain trapped in a labyrinth.

And so, the day at the church came to an end.

*

A few days later, I returned to my room after training until late evening, and I saw Abel and Yas with their noses buried in a desk.

They were so engrossed in something that they didn’t even notice me enter.

I subtly approached and peered over, seeing a strange photograph.

‘What’s this?’

It was a woman with dark purple hair looking into a recording orb.

However, it seemed to be a candid shot, as about half of her face was obscured by a pillar, making it hard to see clearly.

Still, her figure was exceptionally good, and her head shape was neat, making me think she must be incredibly beautiful at first glance.

‘Something about this is familiar…’

Just as I tilted my head, feeling like I’d seen her somewhere before.

“Ugh, ugh! What the!”

“Ack! You startled me!”

Yas, who had been staring at the photo, sensed my presence and jumped high, making a fuss.

Abel, too, startled, began flailing around, but finally calmed down when he saw my face.

Yas patted his chest.

“Hey! If you’re going to come in, make some noise! You startled me!”

“I *did* make noise, didn’t I? You just didn’t notice because you were too busy looking at that picture. Anyway, what is that? The way it’s framed, it looks like a candid shot. So you went into the photo archives just to do *that*?”

When I glared at them with 100 percent disgust, Abel, perhaps fearing he’d be branded a similar human, defended them instead.

“Ruan. It’s not like that! We just happened to get our hands on the photo.”

“Happened to?”

“Yeah. Yas, do you want to explain the rest? Since you’re the one who brought it.”

It seems Abel has developed political skills while I wasn’t looking. His knack for demanding an explanation while subtly shifting the risk is excellent.

I looked at Yas, and he exclaimed as if without a shred of shame.

“As you thought, this is an unauthorized photo!”

“Are you proud of that?”

“Of course not! But if you’re going to cast stones at me, only let those who have never sinned in their lives cast them! Ruan! What about you! Are you qualified to cast stones at me!”

“……”

This time, I couldn’t refute Yas.

Because giggling in a corner while looking at unauthorized photos is much better than rape.

With a sigh, I changed the subject.

“So what is it? Why do you have it?”

“This photo? Who do you think is in it?”

“I don’t know, really.”

“Oh? You’ll be surprised when you find out.”

“So who is it?”

“Her identity is, none other than!”

Yas paused for a beat, seemingly wanting a response. But unfortunately, I had no intention of playing along.

“Stop beating around the bush and just say it.”

“It’s none other than Roxana Sprause, the Grey Tower Master!”

“The Grey Tower Master?”

I looked at the photo again and only then realized her identity.

That uniquely colored hair was certainly not something you’d easily find. It was strange that I hadn’t realized it until now.

“But is that all? Aren’t there actually many photos of the Grey Tower Master around? I heard she’s incredibly popular.”

“That’s right! But what’s important here isn’t the Grey Tower Master, it’s the recording orb!”

“A recording orb?”

“Exactly! Look closely. Don’t you see something?”

I concentrated my vision as much as possible and stared at the photo.

Then, inside the recording orb, I could see Roxana in a strange pose. Moreover, it was entirely flesh-colored.

“Crazy, what is this? Naked?”

“Yes! Naked! It must be a masturbation video! I heard the senior who took the photo said there were groans too. It’s definitely it!”

“She’s watching something like this out in public? That makes no sense.”

It wasn’t just adult content; the idea of her so carelessly watching a video she’d filmed of herself was completely incomprehensible.

However, my doubts vanished instantly at Yas’s words.

“It doesn’t make sense, no. But the evidence is right there, isn’t it? The Grey Tower Master also came to mourn the children who were sacrificed in the recent practical training, right? This photo was taken then. She even came once more after that and said she was looking for something. Maybe she lost the recording orb?”

“Isn’t that just speculation? It could be another item.”

“That’s true. But it could also be the recording orb, couldn’t it?”

“……”

What if it’s real?

Whoever obtains this orb would come to possess none other than the masturbation video of the famous Grey Tower Master, Roxana Sprause.

The thought that such a high and untouchable being could become my *material* anytime!

There probably isn’t a single man in this world who could refuse that.

Of course, Yas desired more than that.

“Plus, if we use this, we could even develop a special relationship with the Grey Tower Master!”

“Are you planning to blackmail her?”

“Are you crazy? If you act up like that, you’ll die instantly, won’t you? We just use it once, then return it and gain her favor. How about it! Won’t you join us? In our adventure!”

“Us?”

At the strange designation, I subtly glanced at Abel, and he blushed, hanging his head low.

Even a protagonist with an upright character couldn’t possibly ignore a beautiful, mature woman’s masturbation video, it seemed.

I completely understand.

“So, what are you going to do? Are you going to look for it with us?”

“…No. I’m good. You two do it yourselves.”

“Really? We won’t share it even if we find it, you know?”

“Do whatever you want. I don’t care. I’m going to sleep now.”

“Hey, Yas! Are you serious? It’s Roxana! Roxana Sprause! This is a chance to even date your class president’s master!”

“That’s precisely why I won’t, you crazy bastard. Now be quiet.”

I ignored Yas and lay down on the bed.

Then, instead of falling asleep right away, I slowly began to ponder.

‘Roxana’s masturbation video… what should I do?’

Although I had said I wasn’t interested in them, it felt like a waste to miss this opportunity to easily gain Roxana as a card.

I might be able to build a connection using this as leverage, or even if not, I could at least get help once.

Soon, I made a decision.

‘Let’s look for it first.’

If I find it, great, if not, there’s nothing to lose.

Having made up my mind, I earnestly tried to sleep. And just before my consciousness faded, a thought popped into my head.

‘But it’s probably okay to watch it a little before returning it, right?’

After all, I need to see the content to confirm if it’s the right item.

That much should be fine.

…It has to be.