Chapter 68 – Diana (5)

For a moment, I thought I might have seen wrong. Diana? There was no way that kid would be here right now. No, she shouldn’t be here. It was my sole responsibility to manage the Saintess’s schedule, and I had arranged Diana’s schedule for today.

She was a kid who would follow me around all day if there was nothing special going on. To have a rendezvous, I naturally had to get Diana out of the way, and I had even arranged a schedule to shake her off. She should be doing choir practice with the cardinal right now, so why was she here?

I briefly met her clear blue eyes. Her blue eyes, which hadn’t moved a moment ago, scanned the inside of the room through the slightly open door. And then, they landed on the woman who was naked and kneeling in front of me, in a so-called doggy position, with her hands spreading her buttocks.

“…Put on your clothes.”
“Aww~ Don’t tease me. Hurry. Okay?”
“I’m not kidding, put on your clothes.”
“……What?”

Her voice was so stiff that the woman finally sensed something was wrong. Her face, now dressed, was full of anxiety as she looked around.

“Ah, there’s nothing here? Why… Eek! What, what is that!”

The woman, who had been looking around with a puzzled expression, noticed the slightly open door. She met the eyes that were glaring at her as if to kill her and let out a small scream.

“There, there’s someone outside! They’re watching us!”
“That’s why I told you to get dressed. If you understand, get yourself together and go.”
“What? Go like this? We’ve been caught!”
“I’ll take care of it, just go.”

I nodded slightly, meeting her eyes that were trembling with anxiety. Her trembling gradually subsided, as if she was a little relieved.

“…No. Let’s handle it together. I can’t leave it all to a kid. I’m also responsible…”
“It’s easier to talk with someone I know. I’ll take care of it, so don’t worry and see you next time.”
“……Okay.”

By the time the woman, neatly dressed in her nun’s habit and hood, left the room, the presence that had been felt outside had disappeared. The woman peeked her head out and looked around, then tilted her head as if to say there was no one there. I gestured for her to hurry up and leave, then sat quietly and waited for a moment.

*Creak*, the sound of wooden hinges screaming made me glance up, and as expected, Diana was standing there.

“You’re here? Come here and sit down.”
“…….”

She didn’t answer or move. Diana stood at the door, staring at me with a blank face. It was very unfamiliar. Could that child even make such an expression? It was the first time I had seen such an expression. Was she very surprised?
A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over me, and I coughed for no reason, subtly averting my gaze.

It felt like I had been caught watching porn by the cute girl next door. And it was the feeling of being caught while I was in the middle of enjoying it. How do I know? Because I’ve actually experienced it. The shame, the embarrassment, the shock, the awkwardness, the worry… I never thought I’d feel that feeling again.

It had been more than 10 years, but the memory was so intense that it was still vivid.

She was a cute kid who used to follow me around, and the feeling of being caught jerking off while watching porn… Come to think of it, I wonder if she grew up well. It’s been 10 years already, so she’d be about my age back then. I wonder if she’s married.

Her face was hazy, but the memory of the girl next door who was particularly fond of me being very cute was clear.
……I feel like I’m going to die of shame, so please don’t look at me like that, Diana.

Embarrassment, awkwardness, and all sorts of emotions mixed together. I couldn’t meet Diana’s gaze, who was still glaring at me from the door, and I just stared blankly into the empty air. Then, Diana’s small voice was heard.

“Are you going to marry that woman?”
“…What? Marriage? How can a priest and a nun get married?”
“Then why are you doing what Mom and Dad did with that woman?”
“…….”

That’s right. If you put it that way, I have nothing to say. In terms of religious concepts, sexual relations are naturally basic between married couples. We are taught to be faithful to our spouses and to maintain our virginity before marriage.

But that’s just what the religious doctrine says, and reality is different, isn’t it? Even in medieval Europe, when Catholicism was powerful, how rampant was adultery?

They proudly sing of the romance between a lady and a knight, but if you peel away the well-packaged shell, you’ll find the dirty reality of husbands playing around with other women, and wives playing around with knights. Sodom and Gomorrah are not separate places.

However, for Diana, who grew up in a greenhouse, receiving all kinds of attention, protection, and education from the church since childhood, it seems to be common sense.

“Um… Diana. What I did… is different from what your parents do. So… that, me and that woman… we did it, from behind? Doing it from behind isn’t something married couples do, so we’re keeping each other’s purity…”

……Shit. Is this even words? I’m saying it, but I’m so dumbfounded that I feel like I’m going to laugh. I’m definitely an idiot for babbling this as an excuse. How dumbfounded must Diana be?

“……From behind?”

It was as if an exclamation mark appeared above Diana’s head as she tilted her head. Her expressions are so rich.

“Ah. So that’s why she was spreading her butt. Between her butt…? Ah. Is that so?”

Is that so, my ass. …Diana. What am I going to do with you? Even though it’s my words, do you believe this? Should I be happy that you trust me enough to believe such nonsense, or should I lament that you’re so naive to believe such nonsense?

“Huh? No, that’s where you poop.”
“…What’s poop, poop. Saintess, you need to watch your language.”

Diana, who seemed confused and had lost her initial glare, was now making a dazed expression. I quickly pulled her and sat her down in front of me.

Now is the chance. If I give her time to think, she’ll feel something is wrong, so I have to push through when she’s confused. It’s in the art of war. Beat the opponent until they can’t come to their senses. I learned it firsthand from getting beaten by Irian.

“Come to think of it, what about choir practice? Isn’t it practice time right now?”
“Yeah. I’m going to postpone it. Did you meet her secretly to do this? Did you make Diana busy?”
“Th, that’s not it.”

…It’s not working. Let’s change the subject.

“Where’s Irian? Where did your escort go, leaving you alone?”
“I told Yurian where you were and went to the choir. To tell them to postpone it.”
“……Oh. So… Irian… how did he know my location?”
“…….”

Looking at Diana’s blank expression, it didn’t seem like she was going to tell me. I didn’t need to hear it to know. I knew it, he was acting suspicious, lurking around. That Irian, he was following me. That annoying guy, just you wait.

Diana was still glaring at me, as if her eyes didn’t hurt. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her look so sulky, as if telling me to comfort her.

“So, it’s not what you think, Diana. This is… yeah. It’s like, since it’s boring to masturbate alone, we did it together? You’ve been busy lately, and I’ve been busy, so we don’t have enough time together. We can’t even ‘play’ together… It’s a temporary measure, yeah, a temporary measure.”

It was a situation where one lie was begetting another. This attempt to comfort her seemed to have upset Diana even more.

“Liar. If Yurian wanted to, he could be alone with Diana. Why aren’t you doing it with Diana, but with that woman?”
“……Huh?”

It’s funny that I’m saying this, when I’m having intense skinship with Diana through various ‘games’… but insertion is psychologically repulsive.

Both Diana and Irian are becoming more beautiful and their femininity is exploding, but the image of them as children is still stronger, so the thought of insertion alone is repulsive. This physiological repulsion naturally made me look for other women besides Diana and Irian.

If it wasn’t for the repulsion, the person in front of me just now would have been Diana or Irian. …Irian, that prickly one might be a bit difficult, but if it was Diana, I wouldn’t refuse.

“……You’re lying, aren’t you? Diana knows everything. Mom and Dad did it there too.”

…Ah, is that so? I can’t even imagine how it would feel to know that your parents do it from behind. What kind of family is it that gets caught doing that by their daughter?

Well, it’s not strange for children to see their parents having sex here.
If they are not wealthy, it is natural that their living space is small. In a world where the poor far outnumber the wealthy, most couples have no choice but to have sex in the same space as their children.

It’s not just about couples. It’s not difficult to see scenes of buying and selling sex on the streets, scenes of people hooking up in back alleys, or scenes of people enjoying themselves with prostitutes in inns…
Even kids are playing house, pretending to have sex.

At first, I thought it was the end of the world. After adapting to the church to some extent, and being able to freely roam the city, the first day I went to explore this game world. With great expectations, I left the well-organized center where the temple was located, and finally, the true face of this world was revealed.

In the dark alleys, there were cheap women selling their bodies for coins, and men who were busy enjoying themselves with them. When I passed by inns or houses, moans would flow out as if it were natural.

It was natural. For the people of this world, the only things to enjoy were alcohol and sex.
There were no computers, games, movies, smartphones, comics, music, or books… The wealthy had something that could be called a cultural life, but under extreme wealth inequality, the poor, who made up the majority, had nothing.

For most people in this world, cheap alcohol, chatter, and sex were all there was to play. So, when work was over, people naturally indulged in a few things: alcohol, chatting, and sex.

On the outskirts of where children were playing, there were people having sex with prostitutes, and the sight of kids, not even 10 years old, pretending to have sex… I wondered if this was what it would be like if Sodom and Gomorrah were realized in reality.

I can’t say it’s the end of the world. It was like this in actual history. There was no need to verify history to this extent, but should I call it malicious? I knew intellectually that it was like this hundreds of years ago, but the feeling was different.

And these things were the elements that made it difficult to adapt to this world. It’s harder than you think for a modern person to adapt to a medieval-based fantasy world. It’s a relief that magic is as convenient as the modern world.

“Yurian?”
“Ah. Um… that’s right. Diana’s parents did it from behind… ahem. Anyway, I’m not married to that woman, and I have no intention of marrying her.”
“……Liar. That woman has become precious to you.”
“No. Diana is the most precious.”
“…Dad said that too. Dad said that Diana was the best. That she was better than Mom, and then he hugged me. …He went to Mom. He abandoned Diana.”

……What is she talking about? At first glance, it sounds like a story about a father who loves his daughter, but the tone is strange. Diana was moving her lips with a blank face. It seemed like she was muttering something, but her voice was too small to hear.

“Diana. Did your father… hug you naked?”
“No.”