Chapter 3.2

‘Hmm?’

It was because the priest had asked again, adding words she hadn’t spoken.

Did I say that much?

Doubt flashed through her mind.

“Is that not correct?”

The priest asked again from beyond the partition while Erta remained silent.

It couldn’t be wrong. Of course, it was true that she liked being roughly taken while having her bottom slapped.

Perhaps she had unconsciously spoken in more detail than she realized.

Concluding that her mind might be so full of lewd thoughts lately that it was possible, she continued the conversation.

“It’s true. That’s exactly right.”

“I thought so. After all, Sister, you mentioned you couldn’t be satisfied until your pale bottom was swollen red.”

Erta flinched. The words flowing from the priest’s mouth seemed particularly bold today.

When she failed to answer promptly this time as well, silence filled the space.

As the silence lengthened, the priest’s voice came from beyond the partition.

“Perhaps I’ve made you uncomfortable, Sister.”

“Well…”

He seemed to see right through her thoughts. Honestly, she was a bit uncomfortable.

But not because someone had explicitly stated her preferences aloud.

Then what exactly was it?

In truth, even Erta herself found it difficult to understand why she felt this way. Something felt off, but…

“I seem to have become too immersed in your story. I, a servant of God who should only listen, dared to speak more than you. My sin is great.”

The priest’s voice came before Erta could respond, acknowledging his own mistake.

He continued in a low voice.

“Whatever you wish to say, from now on I will simply listen.”

“What? What do you mean?”

Erta’s eyes widened. 

Just listen from now on?

“You seemed uncomfortable with my words… I will not say anything more, so please speak freely on your own, Sister.”

The priest, with a voice filled with guilt, said he would not add any more comments.

His declaration that he would not converse was like a bolt from the blue. Erta turned pale and immediately tried to stop him.

“No, that’s not it!”

How rude of her to offend a priest who served those who came here without receiving any compensation.

Moreover, speaking alone toward a partition from which no response would come was not what Erta wanted either.

Erta bit her lip hard, thinking she had made a mistake. It was because he had asked first that she was able to open up more deeply.

‘Get a grip, Erta, you almost kicked away your own blessing.’

She had hurt the feelings of someone who had made an effort for her.

“I’m truly sorry. I think I was momentarily lost in my own thoughts.”

Urgency was evident in Erta’s rambling voice.

Her worry that he might truly give no reaction to her confession was clearly visible.

“It’s much better for me when you participate in the conversation too, Priest.”

But even after Erta finished speaking, no words came from beyond the partition.

Could it be that he really intended to say nothing from now on? 

Erta grew anxious.

What if he had already left? 

The thought made her blood run cold.

All her attention focused on the silent partition. 

Please. What an opportunity I had found, if it were to slip away like this—

“…Then I’m glad.”

Haa. 

Erta inwardly sighed with relief. Most fortunately, it seemed the priest was willing to continue the conversation.

“Again, I will ask you, Sister.”

He continued in a slow tone.

“Wearing a dog collar, on all fours with your bottom raised high, being thoroughly filled from behind.”

Despite listing vulgar words, his voice remained as reverent as if reading from scripture.

“Besides being spanked until your snow-white bottom swells tightly, leaving reddish marks.”

After pausing briefly to regulate his breathing, his question continued.

“What other fantasies have you had?”

Erta now reminded herself not to harbor uncomfortable feelings about his questions.

She resolved to answer sincerely no matter what he said.

So, she began to reveal another of her desires without reservation.

“I also wish for hot candle wax to touch my skin, warming my body.”

“Which part of your body would excite you if candle wax dripped on it, Sister?”

“Oh, that’s…”

She was inadvertently at a loss for words. She couldn’t answer immediately. She hadn’t thought about specific areas before.

‘What would excite me…’

Erta could have pondered more on the answer to that question, but urgency prevailed.

She worried that if her answer was delayed, the priest might become upset again and stop speaking.

“I don’t think I’ve imagined that far yet.”

So instead of contemplating, Erta chose to express her thoughts directly.

“I understand. Then let’s imagine together. How would it feel if candle wax dripped onto your br*asts?”

“B-br*asts?”

“Wouldn’t it be nice if it flowed over the soft flesh that would surely yield when squeezed? Or perhaps, how would you feel if it dripped onto the protruding peaks?”

The questions became more detailed. But now Erta answered everything honestly without hesitation, just as he asked.

“I think I would prefer it dripping onto the peaks.”

Having learned how much pleasure could come from having her n*pples teased when the man visited last time, Erta naturally formed an image in her mind.

Imagining hot, sticky wax stimulating her buds made her feel a sudden tingling down below.

“I’m sure you would, Sister. You would be satisfied having candle wax dripped onto your n*pple tips, covering those peaks completely before it hardens to torment you.”

Being tormented after it hardens. The priest always spoke of things Erta hadn’t yet imagined.

Yet it was simply amazing how everything that flowed from his lips aligned perfectly with Erta’s s*xual preferences.

Her mouth went dry as she pictured what he was describing. Erta agreed as if entranced.

“Truly, that would bring me satisfaction.”

“Indeed. When hot candle wax drips onto the er*ect flower buds in the middle of your full, soft br*asts.”

As the situation was methodically yet vividly described through his lips, Erta’s lower region became damp with arousal.

“You would moan sweetly and shudder with satisfaction from that heat.”

The priest’s voice remained as calm and unchanged as before, but Erta felt ashamed of her body’s lewd response.

“…Yes. That’s right.”

Strangely, it truly felt like confessing a sin. Last time, it had felt like merely unburdening herself, but the atmosphere seemed different now.

In any case, the second topic was concluded. Now it was his turn to ask what other fantasies she had, as before.

“May I ask the question first this time, Sister?”

But the situation unfolded differently than expected.

“Of course. What are you curious about?”

When Erta answered, a straightforward question came from beyond the partition.

“Have you ever thought about having your throat constricted?”

She hadn’t thought of it before. She had desired having her mouth gagged, but the throat? 

What could he possibly mean by doing something to the throat?

Was there another world I didn’t know about? 

Suppressing her anticipation, she asked.

“I haven’t. How would my throat…”

“Then, Sister. Close your eyes and imagine a large c*ck filling your mouth completely.”

Erta, who had already closed her eyes, was concentrating on the priest’s words, forming images in her mind.

“If the thick tip of the gl*ns pressed firmly against your throat, wouldn’t that heavy sensation also return as pleasure?”

Gulp. Erta’s dry saliva slid down her throat. Following his words, her eyes remained closed as she imagined, her mouth opening as if ready to take in a manhood.

“Having your jaw ache from sucking on a c*ck too large to comfortably fit in your mouth could be another form of pleasure.”

Erta’s mouth opened wider, as if she were actually holding a member. Just imagining holding it for a few seconds made her jaw feel like it would tremble.

The mere thought alone had already made her undergarments damp with moisture.

“How is it, Sister? Do you think you would be satisfied?”

“…I think… I would. So much that I want to take it in my mouth and suck it right now.”

Erta affirmed. When she slowly opened her eyes, the sight of the room was almost disappointing.

Feeling the emptiness as if a large manhood had just been in her mouth, she ran her tongue over her lips.

No sooner had she regained awareness of reality than the priest’s next question echoed from beyond the partition.

“Indeed. Then let me ask again first. How would you feel about performing such acts outdoors?”

“Outdoors?”

Erta reflexively asked back.

Did he mean outside as I understood it? 

Even though she hadn’t misheard the priest, she couldn’t be certain and continued to question.

“But… wouldn’t someone see?”

“Isn’t that what makes it more exciting, Sister?”

Erta shuddered as if suddenly realizing something.

“Aren’t you curious about what pleasure might come from that strange thrill of possibly being caught in an intimate moment by someone?”

Erta’s face turned red. It was because she had experienced something similar in a recent dream.

When she was tied up in the reception room of the mansion, subjected to humiliating acts.

Hadn’t she trembled with excitement at the possibility of others entering and seeing her?

“Y-yes. I am… looking forward to it.”

Erta could only agree this time as well. It was remarkable how he seemed to see right through her heart with every word.

No wonder other ladies continued to visit Bondridge when they were so earnestly engaged regardless of the topic.

Suddenly she understood why those ladies had been praising Bondridge at the tea party.

Of course, they wouldn’t have discussed lewd topics like Erta did.