Chapitre 11: Chapter 11: On Masturbation
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The confession booth tucked away in one corner of the church actually gets used quite frequently.
But frankly, their worries are all rather adorable things:
"I broke my alcohol abstinence and had a drink,"
"I'm trying to lose weight but ended up eating four meals today,"
"I ate my little brother's candy without asking."
As I mentioned before, sometimes people use it more as a counseling room than a place for repentance. For example, someone might come seeking advice on what gift to buy their wife.
Still, this is part of the important duties of the church, so we can't take it lightly.
As a priest, I must listen to every sin and concern presented to me. And Maria, being a Sister, assists with these sessions. In a way, it serves as her training ground.
Needless to say, sitting two people down together in this cramped space divided into two small rooms is bound to get intimate.
Her plump thighs press against mine, all soft and pillowy.
The sweet scent of her fills the room, making it practically impossible for me not to have an erection the whole time. Honestly, I can barely focus on listening to her confession at all. Still, despite these distractions, I manage to persevere, so if nothing else, my patience truly deserves some recognition.
And today...
This confessional will save me.
To be precise, it's the young girl who came here that saves me.
I'll withhold her name, considering where we are. Normally running around with other kids her age before noon, she surprised us by coming alone to the church and requesting to use the confessional.
Without showing any reaction whatsoever, Maria and I entered the room as usual.
Moochi...
Though she's often eager to get close to me physically, when we're inside this confessional, she never deliberately leans into my body.
This place must be sacred enough for her that even touching me is out of the question. Even so, her body won't let it happen anyway.
Since I sit down first, her thick thighs inevitably end up resting on mine. Every time our arms brush against each other, I can feel her softness and warmth through our clothes.
Lately, whenever we ended up like this, she would blush immediately, but now she looks completely serious. It seems as if being pressed against me isn't registering at all in her mind.
Ah, truly the epitome of a clergywoman.
"Um, well..."
Now then, what could be troubling her?
The worries of this generation usually involve breaking something precious that belongs to their mother, getting into a fight with friends, or wetting the bed for the first time in ages.
If her problem is minor enough, I might let Sister Maria handle it as practice.
Just as my brain begins shifting into priest mode, however, the girl's next words smack me right across the face.
"My big sister says touching her crotch feels nice."
I wish someone would praise me for not letting out a sound at that moment.
Probably feeling awkward, the girl continues pouring out her troubles while I remain frozen and silent beside her.
"Last night, Sis was making so much noise. So when I told her she was being loud, she said she was alone. But she kept touching herself down there... Maybe she got some kind of nasty disease!"
Big sis.
Oh, big sis.
Have some consideration when you're masturbating, will ya?!
"She was at it for so long... You know, she had this stick... And she put it inside her lady parts..."
Maybe one of those rubber dongs?
It's pretty cliché, but then again, I guess that makes sense...
"It was Big Bro from next door's wooden stick."
That's seriously hardcore...
Wait, is she talking about the stick my childhood friend uses all the time? Don't ask me what kind of stick it is, though.
No, no, no.
Her bizarre problem has left me frozen stiff, but if I don't say something soon, she'll start crying.
"Thank you very much for sharing with me," I tell her in the gentlest voice I can muster.
"Thanks, Priest!" She waves cheerfully as she runs off with a bright smile.
I was already exhausted, but now I felt even more drained... As if I wanted to just go straight to bed... Those twenty minutes of carefully choosing my words so as not to accidentally expose her to inappropriate sexual knowledge were pure agony.
But I did it. I survived.
As a priest, maybe I can finally say I've done my best...
"I'll have to keep in mind that we need to discuss future sex education with the mayor."
Teaching this kind of thing to young children is also part of the church's duties.
Well, technically there's supposed to be someone else handling it, but in rural areas like this, people often take on multiple roles at once.
In situations like these, when the priest is male, girls would usually receive instruction from a nun instead...
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"Whaaaaaaaaaat?!"
"Sister Maria, may I speak with you for a moment?"
"...Huh? Oh, um, certainly!"
That's right! That's it!
Exactly!
Oh young lady, thank you! Thank you so much!
"As a man myself, there may be times when your assistance is necessary on this subject. So perhaps we should discuss it briefly?"
Now I can check her level of sexual knowledge without arousing suspicion!
In a totally natural way, neither creepy nor perverted! This will give me a chance to update her understanding!!
"I see, very well."
Maria proceeded to explain her knowledge of human sexuality without any hint of embarrassment.
As expected, she knew nothing beyond what one might find in a health and physical education textbook. Her guardians must have taught her about sex solely as a means of reproduction rather than pleasure.
Maybe she just didn't have the courage to explain such things to a pretty girl before. I know I certainly would've hesitated if our positions were reversed and I wasn't feeling particularly horny.
"Um, Father... May I ask you something?"
"Yes, of course."
"That older girl from earlier was—well, preparing for intercourse, right? So why was she doing it alone...?"
She understood that inserting fingers or objects into her groin could stimulate vaginal fluids.
She also knew this was typically done as a precursor to sexual activity.
And she realized that intercourse is not meant to be observed by others but rather kept sacred (and erotic).
But she couldn't comprehend the purpose of performing these acts solo.
"It's said that humans possess three major desires. One of them is sexual desire."
"Sexual..."
"As you say, sexual intercourse is intended for procreation and can be considered sacred between two people who love each other deeply and have pledged to spend their lives together. However, humans also experience an innate, difficult-to-resist sexual desire."
"But I've never, umm..."
"You haven't done it alone?"
"..."
"My apologies, but I need to confirm this for your sake."
In simpler terms, my question boils down to: "Have you ever masturbated?" It's clearly sexual harassment—arrest me now.
Instead of blushing lightly, Maria turned beet red and bowed her head shamefully.
"I-I've never done that..."
"There's no need to feel embarrassed. Desires vary greatly among individuals. It's perfectly natural if you haven't experienced such urges until now."
I pretended to misunderstand her embarrassment as shame over confessing her masturbation to the priest she revered, rather than realizing that she was actually embarrassed about not having those desires at all.
"There's no need for you to generate sexual desire. But it is important to understand why some people do experience it. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to address concerns like this one today."
If someone comes to me with questions I can't comprehend, obviously there's no way I can answer them properly.
Of course, if they ask something I don't know, I'll use every trick in the book to bluff my way through, but that's another story. Fundamentally speaking, though, accepting queries related to desire simply isn't compatible with my role as an advisor.
"So then, why... Uh, wh-why would he touch his privates...?"
Hearing such a cute girl say "privates" is just too much.
Ideally, I'd prefer it if she just said "vagina," but since she understands that kind of language is considered obscene and perverted, it's unlikely to happen. If only she were completely ignorant...
"I'm aware that touching one's female genitalia causes vaginal fluids to be secreted as part of sexual arousal. And simultaneously, this generates pleasure."
"Pleasure..."
For a moment, her thighs shifted uncomfortably against each other.
It was so brief I almost missed it, but definitely happened.
"Well, being male myself, I can't say for sure—" Here, I inserted a chuckle. "But I've heard it creates sensations of delight."
"You're saying her big sister enjoyed these feelings?"
"In essence, yes—that would indicate masturbation."
"But is such behavior permissible?!"
"All things become poisonous when taken too far, including masturbation. Conversely, there's nothing inherently wrong with it; you could even argue it's natural."
"Even you, Priest Ain...?"
"Yes?"
"Do you masturbate as well...?"
Wow.
A beautiful girl just asked me if I jerk off. Of course I do—I'd be stroking it like crazy with those huge tits and that big butt right in front of me!
But obviously, I couldn't say any of that.
"Oh yes, indeed. Though to be honest, probably not since around your age. Ah, how young we were back then."
"My age..."
"It's perfectly natural for everyone to experience sexual desire. The important thing is learning how to handle it properly."
There we go.
Now Maria understands that masturbation feels good and indulging in sex purely for pleasure is simply part of being human.
I don't need to explicitly teach her how; she already knows at least the bare minimum—rubbing her thighs together—and most importantly, she understands that intercourse serves to produce offspring, so she'll figure out the rest on her own.
Well, now I'm really looking forward to tonight.
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