Chapitre 31: Chapter 31: Confession
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Day by day, Maria's complexion grew worse.
The sounds of our nighttime trysts now mixed with her tearful sobs. At this point, her innate seriousness was likely tormenting her constantly. Of course, despite knowing that full well, I continued treating her kindly during the day, making me nothing short of the worst kind of man.
She had been experiencing masturbation sessions that satisfied her both physically and mentally, but could she truly find contentment through self-pleasure alone? The answer is no.
Her inability to relieve her sexual desires only added to her guilt.
And so,
"Nngh... Ahh! ♡ Haaah... ♡ Haaaah... ♡ Aaagh!"
Maria began secretly masturbating during the daytime as well.
About a week later, her body must have been nearing its limit. Unlike last time, she checked my schedule beforehand and even reported her own location.
Now there's no need for me to search for Maria if she isn't around—under normal circumstances, anyway.
The place she chose this time was the confessional booth at church.
I can't help but think it wouldn't be necessary to do such things here, but if she tried somewhere underground or in her room, I might accidentally stumble upon her while attending to other matters. Plus, the confessional is well soundproofed, so it wasn't a bad choice after all.
She even informed me that she wanted to pray to the goddess afterward, making it clear that I shouldn't interrupt her. And perhaps most significantly, she genuinely may have felt the need for confession.
Incidentally, I'm able to eavesdrop on her voice through the soundproofed confessional using a magical device I employed previously. There's no way I wouldn't listen in.
"...I'm sorry ♡ Forgive me, please... ♡ Sniff ♡ Ahh ♡ Aaah ♡♡"
She sits with her legs spread wide, removes her panties, and inserts fingers into herself.
Contrary to the tone of her sorrowful, anguished cries, her womanhood is leaking copious amounts of sticky nectar just as it did yesterday.
Peeping on her like this feels good, but it's about time to make my move. Watching her disgraceful display is wonderful, but I don't want to see Maria wallow in self-loathing any further than she already has. It might seem unfair that I've used hypnosis against her, but all I truly want is for us to live happily together.
So anyway...
"I hate to interrupt your prayers, Sister, but there's been an urgent matter tha—...t..."
".......Huh?"
Maybe I laid it on a bit thick there. But she's probably too shaken to notice.
"...Sister Maria?" Pretending to be bewildered, I reach out toward her.
It's just like before—but this time, I can't blame it on being possessed by a succubus anymore. Instead, I'm implanting an incomparably greater sense of guilt within her.
"N-n-noooooooo!"
"What?!"
Maria shoves me aside, knocking me off balance as she makes a run for it.
She had become aroused at the thought of someone watching her, but only because she could attribute that feeling to the succubus influence. Now, confronted with the reality of being seen as herself, realizing that her beloved superior has discovered her deception...
Just as I anticipated, she flees.
If I don't catch her now, she might never return here again.
But it's all right.
"Agh?!"
Mentally, I don't know what she feels, but physically, her pussy is clearly soaking wet. In that state, suddenly sprinting at full speed isn't going to work as intended.
She trips dramatically, her habit flipping up and revealing her plump, panty-less ass.
"Nooooooo! Ahh! Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!"
Her emotions explode.
Maria doesn't even try to get back up; she just collapses on the spot, sobbing uncontrollably like a tantrum-throwing child.
"Sister Maria."
"Don't look at meee! Don't you dare look at me! I hate this! It's awful, I'm so terrible, I'm the worst!" she wails.
"Sister Maria."
"It's all lies! Everything! All of it!"
"...Maria."
As she continues crying and screaming, I simply repeat her name over and over again.
How much time had passed? I was glad I'd hypnotized those townspeople earlier. Otherwise, someone would have come to check on us by now, given how long she screamed.
"Ahh... Ah...I'm so... Ahhhh..."
She refused to lift her head, making it impossible for me to read her expression.
But I didn't need to see it. All I needed to do was gently stroke her hair.
"...I'm sorry... So sorry..."
"Why don't you take your time...and tell me everything?"
Finally, she raised her face, looking utterly miserable and pathetic...yet somehow incredibly alluring.
"—So that's what happened."
I set down my cup of milk, which had gone completely cold.
After that, I managed to coax her out of her room and into the living area, where I got her to drink some warm milk and open up about what was bothering her. Though it seemed obvious enough to me, I listened attentively anyway. Truly despicable.
Maria told me everything, including the lie about being a succubus. She confessed to sniffing my underwear, sneaking into my room at night—all of it. The only thing she didn't mention was her feelings for me.
"I... Everything... It's all m-my fault..."
"Sister Maria."
I addressed her as I stood from my chair, then moved around in front of her and knelt down on the floor, taking her hands in mine. When our eyes met, hers were filled with terror.
"It seems like you've been blaming yourself quite harshly due to my misunderstanding."
"..."
"It's perfectly fine. As I mentioned before, experiencing desire is natural for humans. And that doesn't change just because one becomes a nun. You haven't done anything wrong—nothing at all."
"Why...would you do that?"
"Let's find a way for you to fulfill your desires while still living a good life together. Don't worry; I'll be right beside you."
"But whyyyy?!"
She sounded anguished.
Maria interrupted me again, looking as if she might burst into tears once more.
"You'd really treat me with such kindness...?"
"I am a priest, after all—your superior."
Come here.
"Just because you're a priest...?" she asked weakly.
Come closer.
"And because I'm a Sister...a Father?"
Closer.
"Of course. We have plenty of time to work this out together," I assured her.
But before I could finish my sentence...
I was interrupted.
By Maria,
by her lips,
as they pressed against mine.
"Ahh... I mean, I feel!" She stammered, "As a member of the opposite sex, I...!"
It wasn't sentimental at all.
The kiss had been forcefully taken from us,
but even slightly apart, my world remained focused solely on Maria.
With perfect clarity, she declared:
"I love you!"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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