Chapter 3.3

As their conversation progressed, Erta felt herself becoming not just damp below but slick even down her inner thighs.

She was curious what other stories would come from the priest’s lips, but if she stayed any longer, an awkward situation might arise.

With reluctance, Erta concluded today’s confession.

“Thank you again for today.”

“If it pleased you, Sister, that alone makes me happy.”

Even though the priest across from her couldn’t be seen, Erta bowed slightly before rising from her chair.

The sound of her footsteps heading toward the door echoed in the room.

Click-

Even the sound of opening and closing the door seemed loud in the quiet space.

Tap-

The sound of Erta’s footsteps echoing down the corridor gradually faded.

The small confession room was left with only an empty chair, just as before.

Silence hung in the empty room.

“… Haa, ugh.”

But from beyond the small hole came someone’s sigh. Simultaneously, mysterious sounds also echoed.

For quite some time, low moans and sounds like someone stroking wet flesh repeated.

“Hoo… My c*ck feels like it’s about to burst just thinking about serving the lady.”

Along with the man’s voice, a pungent, thick scent of night flowers wafted through from the opposite side of the hole.

***

The night was deep. After completing her confession at Bondridge Cathedral, Erta could always sleep with a refreshed feeling.

Today, thanks to the priest’s active responses, she was able to have an even more detailed conversation than before.

Although it was bewildering at first, thinking about it now, she was able to have deeper conversations because of it.

‘I never expected him to talk to that extent.’

He was a priest with exceptional professional dedication. It couldn’t be easy to speak of such things while serving God.

‘What am I making this Holy Priest do.’

Lying in bed, feeling sorry for the priest who had listened to her confession, Erta fell asleep immediately without tossing and turning.

“Mmm-“

Stirring from an unfamiliar sensation, Erta lifted her heavy eyelids. But it was pitch black before her eyes.

‘Huh…?’

It was a familiar situation. 

Could it be that the man had come to visit again?

Thump, thump. The sound of Erta’s heartbeat seemed to echo in her ears. Erta gently moved her arms to first check if they were restrained.

Clink-

“Ungh.”

The sensation of cold metal against her wrists was vivid. Not only were both her hands bound, but they were also firmly secured to the bed’s headboard, making rattling sounds as she moved.

Today it seemed to be handcuffs instead of rope.

One might think being tied with rope again like last time would be boring, but she could barely suppress a trembling laugh at the man’s sense of style.

‘I absolutely must not show that I’m enjoying this.’

Though her heart was already swelling with anticipation, Erta firmly resolved.

If she showed a pleased reaction when he tormented her, he might never visit again.

“W-who’s there?”

Erta asked in a voice filled with fear, just like last time. But there was no answer.

Instead, the sound of her nightgown being ripped apart in one swift motion struck her ears loudly.

“W-what…!”

A voice soaked in confusion escaped without calculation. She hadn’t expected this at all.

With just one touch, the front of Erta’s nightgown was split in half.

The torn fabric was pushed aside by the man.

It was different from last time when her clothes had been shredded repeatedly. Suddenly exposed, she trembled.

The small warmth that the thin nightgown had preserved disappeared, causing goosebumps to instantly rise across Erta’s body.

The fine hairs on her skin stood straight up as if asserting their presence.

‘Then next would be…’

The sequence was the same—eyes covered, hands bound, clothes torn. 

Would he spank my bottom and thighs this time too?

Just as Erta was holding her breath in anticipation and slightly lifting her b*ttocks,

Drip-

“Ahh…!”

What followed was not the slapping sound of friction, but the heavy dripping of a thick liquid.

Drop.

“Hiss, it’s hot…!”

Hot liquid fell drop by drop near her navel. Each moment made her twist her waist involuntarily.

Clink, rattle-

With both arms raised and bound by handcuffs, rattling sounds echoed repeatedly with every movement of her body.

Drip, drop, drop.

“Ack, hot-“

Erta let out sharp moans as the mysterious liquid fell onto her body multiple times.

“Shh.”

But a low male voice resonated through the bedroom. Even that single syllable raised small goosebumps on her skin.

Plop.

“If you scream, the knights will come.”

Drip, drip, drip.

“Do you want them to see you like this?”

Erta couldn’t answer the man’s question. She couldn’t let anyone see her like this.

It would be terrible if the knights came. She didn’t want the mood to be ruined.

‘I don’t want this to stop.’

She couldn’t let this precious opportunity for a new experience be wasted because of others.

Erta instinctively shook her head from side to side.

“Good, you’re obedient. Then…”

What would happen next? She bit her lip firmly to avoid letting out any loud moans regardless of what was done to her.

But something was strange. The liquid that had fallen onto Erta’s body should have flowed down her waist onto the sheets by now, but she couldn’t feel that sensation.

Rather, the skin where the liquid had fallen felt tightly constricted, as if it were hardening.

‘Could it be.’

The thick, hot liquid dropping steadily. Moreover, something that cooled quickly and hardened upon touching her body…

‘Candle wax?’

Erta finally realized what it was.

Drop, drop.

And simultaneously, the wax was gradually moving upward, higher and higher.

The hot sensation was now flowing over Erta’s soft br*ast flesh.

Feeling the sensation of the wax flowing down her br*asts and hardening, Erta was filled with anticipation. 

Just a little higher and…

She trembled at the thought that he might hear her pounding heart. Her toes curled involuntarily.

However, even though her br*asts were dotted with wax, the moment she longed for didn’t come.

Erta felt like she would suffocate from waiting.

Not a single drop had fallen on the peaks at the center.

‘Why…!’

Erta was desperate. Having imagined the pleasure that sticky heat would bring her, she was crossing and uncrossing her legs, not knowing what to do.

She wanted to beg him to drop hot wax on her n*pples and torment her thoroughly right away.

“Erta.”

At that moment, the man called Erta’s name. Erta gasped and flinched. It was the first time. The first time he had called her by name.

While she had already suspected it to some extent, this confirmed that he knew her identity when he approached her.

“I wonder what would happen if this hot candle wax were to fall on your er*ect protrusions.”

But that wasn’t what mattered right now.

At his whisper, small goosebumps rose once again across Erta’s skin.

“That, please…!”

Please drop it on my n*pples!

She wanted to beg like that, but a final warning from her reason held her back.

If she begged, he would be less likely to grant her requests.

So Erta chose to part her luscious lips and plead for mercy instead.

“Please, f-forgive me for that.”

Drip.

“Hnnngh-!”

The man mercilessly poured the hot wax down.

Drop. Drip-drop.

“T-too much…!”

Soon after, hot candle wax fell onto her other n*pple as well.

Erta twisted her body in various directions, not knowing what to do.

The heat rising through her br*ast and flowing into her body was as intense as the heat of the wax itself.

The clinking sound of handcuffs every time she writhed.

The sensation of the wax drying and squeezing her n*pple tips dry.

The pleasure from these various sensory stimulations left her unable to think clearly.

And then the next moment.

Flick-

“Ahhnng-!”

When he flicked his finger against her wax-hardened n*pple, Erta’s waist arched and her chest thrust upward involuntarily.

His finger came to rest on the peak firmly encased in wax. At first, he merely pressed down a few times.

But soon, he twisted and pinched the hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger, cracking the wax.

Wax fragments of various sizes scattered across Erta’s chest.

Eventually, the remnants of the candle wax were pushed between the crevices of her er*ect n*pples by the tips of his fingers.

“P-please…, n-no more…”

Erta trembled all over, pleading and continuing to breathe heavily.

With the sharp sensation of wax fragments repeatedly pricking her sensitive n*pple tips, the area around Erta’s entrance was already soaking wet without even being touched.

Every time his finger brushed against her, multiple fragments simultaneously scraped her sensitive skin, making her dizzy.

“Haa, haa….”

After moving his fingers a few more times, the man finally stopped. Only then could Erta catch her breath.

But shortly after, something wrapped around her neck with a clinking sound.

‘Mmm…?’

Unlike when she first felt the candle wax, Erta wasn’t tense now.

Every thrilling moment he gave her felt incredibly good, almost enough to make her eyes roll back.

While she was happily guessing what might come next, the man’s words reached her ears.

“With this collar around your neck, you look just like a b*tch in heat.”

Collar.

What was wrapped around her neck was none other than a collar. Only then did the weight and feel of the heavy leather strap become apparent.

‘A collar at last, for me.’

Her heart swelled. Now Erta had both her wrists and neck restrained by handcuffs and a collar.

She couldn’t do anything except move her legs—the perfect state of bondage she had been dreaming of.

“Let’s see if it’s the same down here.”

Without warning, the man spread Erta’s thighs wide apart.