Chapter 3.5

The next morning, upon waking, Erta rushed to the mirror to examine her neck.

‘It’s red.’

It was certain now. There was no reason to mistake it for a dream anymore. The reddish marks were evidence of being ruthlessly taken by him with a collar around her neck.

Her repeatedly spanked b*ttocks still ached.

That mysterious man had visited again. Though his purpose remained unknown, Erta was certain of one thing.

‘What I discussed at Bondridge Cathedral yesterday came true last night.’

 All the confessions she had shared during confession the previous day had become reality.

She had taken a massive manhood in her mouth, large enough to press against her throat, and hot candle wax had dripped over her n*pples.

She had been collared like a dog and taken from behind by a huge member, whimpering loudly.

With her eyes blindfolded, she had been exposed at a wide-open window, enjoying the thrill of possibly being discovered.

‘Why did everything I talked about in the cathedral become reality….’

They say when coincidences happen twice, they’re no longer coincidences.

At this point, Erta couldn’t help but notice the pattern.

Thinking back, it was the same the first time the man had visited her.

Blindfolded eyes, a gag, torn clothes, her thighs spread wide as she took his enormous member.

That time too, the fantasies she had described in the cathedral had become reality.

The conclusion was simple. The man who visited her at night had some connection to Bondridge Cathedral.

‘Could it be… the priest?’

He was the only one she could think of. But it seemed impossible to imagine. 

Besides, for it to be him…

‘Why would he do such a thing?’

A priest who listened to her confessions on behalf of God, breaking in and ravishing her.

It was an irrational conclusion.

Moreover, it made no sense that someone would boldly commit acts that could so easily identify them.

‘I don’t think it’s him after all.’

There was another reason she didn’t think it was the priest.

Bondridge Cathedral wasn’t a place Erta had discovered and visited on her own.

Other ladies had also said they released their burdens at Bondridge.

If such strange occurrences were happening, would everyone speak so well of the place?

The priest wouldn’t only be listening to Erta’s stories, and there must be a reason other ladies visited regularly.

If other ladies’ concerns were also being made reality, surely there would be signs in their behavior.

Erta, with her extensive experience in society, would certainly notice such subtleties.

So it had to be someone who had overheard her story.

But was the room structured in a way that would allow eavesdropping?

Everything was full of questions.

However, regardless of who he was, the man didn’t seem to intend her harm. If anything, he was more like a savior who appeared for her sake.

Last night too, Erta had quickly fallen asleep. Though she had no memory of what followed, when she woke in the morning, everything had been tidied up as if nothing had happened.

If she asked herself whether she hoped he wouldn’t visit again because she didn’t know his identity.

The answer was ‘no’.

Her heart had reached a conclusion faster than expected.

‘I hope he visits again.’

Whatever his identity, Erta simply wanted him to keep coming back.

But she needed further confirmation about whether she needed to visit Bondridge Cathedral for him to appear.

‘Is there really a connection between Bondridge Cathedral and that man?’

Despite the circumstantial evidence, she couldn’t be completely certain yet. 

But if there truly was a connection to the cathedral…

She would have to experiment.

After much deliberation, Erta decided to talk about a unique implement that could help confirm her suspicions.

***

“You’ve come again. What have you come to speak about today, Sister?”

Thus began her third confession.

The priest greeted her just as he had the previous two times.

Hearing his greeting through the small hole, Erta looked around the room.

The priest on the other side couldn’t see her anyway, so it didn’t matter what she did.

She was checking if there might be any windows or cracks in the walls where someone could eavesdrop.

“I think I’ve begun to desire stimulation that’s not just intense, but more… special.”

Harboring seeds of suspicion in her heart, Erta confessed.

“Please continue.”

Unfortunately, there were no cracks in the tightly sealed room except for the hole through which she conversed with the priest.

“I’m curious about the new fantasies you’ve developed, Sister.”

The priest’s question followed.

‘It really might be him.’

The suspicion that the priest might indeed be that man rose again in her mind. In this environment, there was no one else who could hear her stories except this priest. 

He might go around telling Erta’s stories elsewhere, but she trusted the other ladies’ claims that rumors never spread. 

However, there was something more important than the identity of the priest or the man. 

It was whether what she talked about here would actually happen tonight. 

Erta swallowed hard and began the story she had prepared. 

“Well, I’ve learned about something called magical implements.”

“Magical implements…. What kind of fantasies has that inspired in you, Sister?” 

His voice was calm as always. Erta continued her explanation. 

“I heard there are vibrating objects. They’re called magical implements, and I’ve become curious to try such things.” 

After finishing, Erta felt tense. 

Would I receive an obscene response like last time? 

Then a voice began flowing through the hole. 

“So you want something that would penetrate deep into your intimate flesh, vibrating intensely until your mind goes blank with no thoughts at all.” 

The priest’s words were uninhibited. 

“I can vividly imagine you with your hot womanhood being thoroughly explored and deeply stimulated, dripping with lewd fluids.” 

Erta was taken aback by his response, which was even more explicit than before. 

“Isn’t that right, Sister?” 

“Ah, umm. Well.” 

As Erta failed to respond immediately, the priest urged her to answer. 

Reflexively, Erta found herself agreeing with his words. She felt compelled to answer his questions. 

“You must answer, Sister.” 

“Y-yes. That’s true.” 

“I thought as much. Now, tell me what other lewd imaginings have been in your mind.” 

At the priest’s follow-up question, Erta was at a loss for words. 

The truth was, she hadn’t thought of anything else besides the magical implement today. 

She had only wondered if mentioning the magical implement would make that man torment her with one tonight… 

She had been tied with ropes, gagged with restraints. Her clothes had been torn to shreds, and her b*ttocks and thighs had been thoroughly spanked. 

She had worn handcuffs, writhed under hot candle wax, worn a collar and been taken fully from behind. 

She had even experienced the thrill of possibly being seen by someone. 

In just two confession sessions and two nights, she had experienced so much. 

What else hadn’t I tried yet…

“I don’t think I have anything else… right now.” 

As she answered, Erta was inwardly shocked at herself. It seemed the range of her imagination had been narrower than she thought. 

She decided it might be time to explore a wider variety of fantasies and was about to let her mind wander through various thoughts, but… 

The silence filling the space made her thoughts come to a halt. 

“……..” 

Though he had always responded quickly when Erta finished speaking, this time there was no response from the other side. 

Erta cautiously called out to the priest. 

“Um, Priest…?” 

“…Really, you have nothing more?” 

The answer that came after the silence was asking if she truly had nothing more. 

But Erta genuinely couldn’t think of anything else at the moment. 

“Yes, right now I can’t think of anything…” 

“…I see. If you have nothing more, then we should conclude today’s confession.” 

The priest announced the end of today’s confession session as if making a declaration. Erta felt bewildered by the abrupt conclusion. 

“Please return home safely, Sister.” 

But she couldn’t just sit there after being told to leave. 

“Then I’ll see you next time, Priest.” 

Erta left a brief farewell and departed from the room. 

Click- 

The sound of Erta opening the door was heard, and her footsteps gradually faded away. 

And shortly after. 

“Truly, there must be more, Lady Erta.” 

A man’s low voice resonated in the small room.