Chapter 0

A small, cozy room was tucked away in a corner deep within the Bondridge Cathedral.  

The room was empty, save for a single chair. Yet, there might not have been a place better suited for the voice of a lamb calling out to God to echo louder.  

“Sister, please speak.”  

In this sacred space, where a pure heart seemed to arise naturally, what was taking place was none other than confession.  

From the small hole beyond the wall came a voice that soothed the listener into calmness.  

“Where did I leave off?”  

The woman, whose attire left her entire body wrapped up and unrecognizable, asked again. It seemed she had been momentarily distracted.  

“You mentioned wanting your entire body to be bound so tightly that you couldn’t move an inch.”  

The priest’s reply came from the other side.  

“…Ah, yes, that’s right. I often imagine being tied up and violated in such a way.”  

The woman confessing her inner thoughts, Erta Geranion, nodded as she affirmed her own words.  

Every time she revealed these obscene fantasies in a place graced by God’s blessings, she felt a peculiar sense of sinful pleasure.  

At the same time, guilt toward the priest listening on the other side also began to swell within her.  

“That can’t be all, can it? Surely the rough ropes would dig into your skin, leaving deep scars.”  

Yet the priest on the other side seemed to desire even more details.  

“Enough to expose the red flesh hidden beneath your white skin.”  

Gulp. The dry saliva slid down Erta’s throat as she listened.  

“You must speak honestly, Sister.”  

His tone was gentle, but the meaning within was resolute.  

“Remember, God knows all. True confession is about revealing everything without hiding even the smallest detail.”  

Emphasizing the meaning of true confession, he persistently continued his questioning.  

“So, after being bound, what else did you envision in your mind?”  

A faint sheen of sweat formed on Erta’s palms as she unknowingly clenched her hands tightly.  

After some hesitation, she finally parted her lips and recited the lewd thoughts that had surfaced in her mind.  

“…I thought it would be nice to be whipped.”  

“Then, which part of your body do you wish to be whipped, Sister?”  

“I…”  

Erta’s breathing, as she prepared to answer, betrayed her inner turmoil.  

After a brief moment of thought, she confessed what she had desired.  

“I often imagine being struck on my thighs and b*ttocks.”  

“I see.”  

As Erta verbalized the obscene thoughts that had been tightly coiled within her, following his questions, she felt a sense of relief.  

At the same time, she was confused about whether this was truly acceptable.  

“So, Sister, you wish to be bound so tightly with rough ropes that your skin chafes, while being struck on your thighs and b*ttocks, crying out in pain.”  

Each time he repeated what she had said, Erta felt an odd sensation as though she were truly experiencing what was being described.  

“Is that not so?”  

When Erta hesitated to answer, he urged her to respond. Yet, she couldn’t deny it.  

“Yes, it’s exactly as you said.”  

Was this what confession was supposed to be like? Was it acceptable to speak of such obscene things in a sacred cathedral?  

Erta recalled the events that had led her to this situation just a few days prior.