Chapter 112 – -111- Saint Cecilia’s Special Confession♥ (6)

While I was spending a leisurely time bathed in the languid afternoon sunlight, I heard footsteps thumping from the end of the hallway.

The approaching footsteps stopped in front of the door, and soon after, Saint Cecilia came in, breaking open the door to my dorm.

“What happened! Leon Souders!”

“Welcome, saintess”

Pretending to hear my greeting, she poured out one copy of the sutra on the desk.

Thick piles of books poured down, creating a small mountain of books.

“The scriptures that tell about the birth and suffering of the goddess, and the beginning and end of sin. In the [Lumina Gospel – First Edition], Which deals with sin and its forgiveness, there is no mention of the sacrament of confession that Young master said.”

“Cecilia…That’s”

“Again! Even in the Confession Guidebook officially published by Seonghwangcheong, I couldn’t find anything like that.”

“Ha, that’s true”

I smiled and tried to pet her in her mischievous manner, but she straightened up and removed her hand from me.

‘Now is not the time to play around…! Leon Souders!’ She said to me, her golden eyes widening.

“I’m not done yet. Don’t touch me, listen.”

She gave me a strong glaring warning. The warning that followed hinted that it would not end with words, and was pressuring me from all sides with divine power.

“Even if I search all of Lumina-sama’s scriptures, there is no such thing as a verse that only Young master knows that I don’t know.”

She shot me hard without stopping.

“The Catechism, the Prophets, the Gospels, the Epistles… There is nothing that Young master said in any of the scriptures.”

“Oh, there must have been a misunderstanding. Cecilia” Seeing her spirited face, I calmed her down with a serious expression for the first time in a long time.

‘I can’t seem to playfully move on, well… Even the saintess has to move on to the next level…’

“Hmph, let me explain. You’ll have to choose carefully what you say next.

She put on a disapproving expression and withdrew her divine power.

She said, ‘I wished she could give me a convincing explanation. It’s too embarrassing to be swayed by trivial puns.’

Reading her heart, she thought it would be easy to bring her down.

‘She wants to be persuaded herself,’ she said, ‘and if she lets her hair run down with moderate pleasure, she’ll settle for too much suggestion.’

“First of all, please sit down. I have something to show you to the saintess.” Hiding a fishy smile, I handed her a copy of her booklet that she had prepared in advance.

Grabbing a hardcover book with a cover reminiscent of a sutra, she tilted her head and turned the page.

The feel of the leather in her hand was soft. The paper was dry and crunchy, and it smelled faintly of glue, as if it had just been bound.

Every time she flips through her books, her expression twists a little.

In this book, her method of [Her confession], Which I explained to her, was concisely documented.

“Is this…A sutra? But…I don’t remember hearing a sutra like this anywhere…?”

If this record were to be trusted, she would have happily agreed and returned. The condition of the book and the crudeness of its contents made it impossible for her to do so.

‘This is disappointing… Are you going to keep fooling me with fake records like this? I didn’t come all the way here to listen to insincere lies…’

From deep within her heart, red-dark rage overflowed like the brimstone fire of hell.

I suppressed her emotional outburst, directing her anger in the right direction.

“Calm down, saintess. Those sutras are not fake.”

My words to suppress my anger backfired. Her emotions were not controlled to the extent that her white hair was swaying with the rampant divine power.

“Isn’t it a fake? Are you trying to fool the saintess with a pile of hastily made documents that are clearly just made?”

“It’s natural that it was just made. Is this the ‘next’ content of the sutras that have been published so far?”

Anger turns to bewilderment.

“Yes…?” I expected an apology or a denial, but the reply that came back did not belong to any of them.

Change the anger that turned into bewilderment into curiosity.

‘Acknowledging that it was just created…Continuing to insist that this is a sutra, what is this…?’

“It’s too late to explain to the saintess. This is a serious sin because it’s no different from telling a lie.”

She perked up her ears, ready to listen to my explanation.

Concentrating with a resentful expression, unlike when she had a benevolent expression, she gave a strange attraction.

“…Before that, let’s enjoy it for a while”

I lifted her chin and began wiping away the guilt with my tongue.

It was an act of killing two birds with one stone, satisfying her lust with her body and making her mind easier to manipulate by giving her pleasure.

‘That’s interesting’

I don’t know how, but whenever she kissed Cecilia, the fruity scent of hers filled her mouth.

“Shit… ♥, This… What…?”

Of course I should be angry, but her body was happy just to purify my saliva.

‘Because I made it that way’

[Became happy whenever her sins were cleansed] The saintess felt pleasure in every act of forgiving my sins.

She was also one of the reasons she had such a hard time suspecting my lies. If the contents of my sutras are fake, it doesn’t explain the reaction of her body now.

“Forgive me. I apologize for conveying the information to the saintess with the tongue of a sinner.” Despite the crude bullshit, it was her appearance that made her understand.

“Huh…♥ I understand, so why don’t you quickly explain *churup*, what do you mean *side* when you say new scriptures?”

“It’s simple. As the ‘next prophet’ of the Goddess, I was writing a new scripture.”

Upon hearing my words, a simple explanation popped into her mind.

A very clear and simple explanation.

Heresy.

‘The goddess repeatedly said, Beware of false prophets who distort the will of salvation with their cunning tongues like snakes.’

‘I remembered the words that false shepherds who possess the lambs will burn in hell forever.’

Her face went pale in an instant, and he removed her mouth and stepped back from her.

‘Gee, that’s not okay’

I stopped her thinking from going in an embarrassing direction.

“I’m not a heretic. I’m literally just a prophet sent by the Goddess.”

A considerable amount of mana was consumed, but it didn’t matter. Because through this suggestion, she was going to reach perfection.

‘Get up now, get out of him, get out of him…Before you get out, Shouldn’t it be confirmed?’

“That’s right, saintess. Please listen to me.”

‘There’s almost a 100% chance that he’s a fake swindler impersonating the Messiah, but I’m reluctant to pass up even the 1% chance…’

‘I can’t take the threat of becoming a blasphemous priest who couldn’t serve the prophet of the goddess…’ Her changed thinking moved as I intended.

“Do you have any proof that you are a prophet?” She asked me in a trembling voice.

‘This man, who commits one after another of ugly sins, does not even reflect on himself and accumulates sins every day, is this the prophet of the Lord?’

She was the one who snorted at her, raising only one of her eyebrows, with a look of disbelief.

“In this Gospel, everything is written.” I flipped through ‘The New Gospel’ and showed her the next page she hadn’t seen yet.

[My Saint Cecilia, you will save the sins of my most faithful servant Leon]

[With the body I gave you, wipe away his sins so that he will not be ashamed to become my apostle]

[Purifying his body, my servant Cecilia will once again know my will]

“Something like this… Can’t be real.” The saintess denied the new scripture I had given her.

“… Haha, that’s written here too” I showed her the next chapter of hers.

At the place where the paper slipped over, it was written that she would deny me three times before dark.

“Aww…!” She said with a look of resentment.

“Proof, I need proof!”

“Haha, the proof is here, right?”

I said, rubbing her cunt, which was soggy from just kissing her.

“Heeep!”

“The saintess’ mind is full of shadows of doubt, but it’s admirable that her faithful and devout body tries to follow the will of the goddess without a single doubt.”

It was interesting that her gun-filled face turned stupid every time she touched her cunt.

I humiliated her and demanded her [To verify by serving me].

If the contents of the new sutras are real, then by purifying my body, she will be able to reach God’s will once again.

“Ah… Lord…”

She was confused whether the act of dedicating herself to Me was a heresy or a devoted religious life.

The saintess slowly began to prepare to serve me, even though she doubted whether her current actions would serve as a salvation to confirm God’s will or whether she was being deceived by a false prophet.

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“Heb ♥, he ♥, yeot ♥, ha ♥, ha ♥”

Her confusion subsided in an instant.

“Now, are you sure?”

Nodding

I nodded my head frantically, and my beautiful silver hair swayed wildly.

Each time he poked the inside of her vagina, he could feel the confused and disturbing melody in her dying heart fade away.

It took 10 hymens before the thumping sound, like 100 large drums, was covered in silence.

Yeah, with her virginity being pierced repeatedly, her insecurities and nervousness mostly disappeared.

Because she linked her joy at being saved by God with the pain of breaking through.

Addicted to her exhilarating pleasure, she became a bit ‘worshipful’ of my object, which repeatedly took her virginity and gave her the utmost happiness.

“Ah♥, sss♥, haa♥, ugh♥”

After each act of hers, she regenerated her own body with her divine power.

“This… Poke it again… ♥ Hehe… ♥”

Again, for the sake of a pleasant loss of virginity.

She healed her own body, from which her semen escaped immediately after her ejaculation, with her divine power, regenerating her hymen once again.

Because of the narrowed passage, my semen could only escape through the narrow crescent-shaped orifice in her vagina.

“Ah…A virgin whose insides are full…If this happens, won’t I also be conceived as a virgin…Prophet-sama…♥”

She was an unexpected idea, but she was the one who provoked her adoration by quoting the contents of the scriptures.

I put my hand between her legs and lifted her up from behind.

“What’s wrong…?”

By raping her in the air of her light weight, I finished her mind remodeling.

Her mind, addicted to the pleasure of breaking through, was softly broken by my will, like piling up snow on a warm day.

“Ah… The Prophet…♥”

Now she will do anything to help her on her arduous journey to complete the Prophet’s new scriptures.

Her faith in her goddess was twisted and made her own while she was unable to care for her own servant.

“Ah… Be praised for her… ♥” Watching her lift her prayers to my cock as she turned to her Goddess, I ‘did’ her with her joy.

“I ate well. Goddess Lumina”

The sacred object containing the goddess’ divinity hummed sadly beside her.