Chapter 5.2

“Ahh, mmm!”

At that moment, the flesh column that had pushed in to the base began its piston movement.

Each time it thrust deep into her body with a thud, Erta’s entire body shook.

Slap—

Every time her exposed pale b*ttocks were struck, they bounced elastically.

“Ah, haah, Priest, ngh!”

Though she had discovered the shocking truth that the man who visited her every night was the priest, the pleasure burning through her body made it difficult to continue that line of thought.

Slap—

With each stinging sensation on her b*ttocks, Erta instinctively clenched tighter around the priest’s manhood.

“Delicious, isn’t it? You’re sucking on it so well.”

The flesh column inside her grew hotter. It felt as if it was igniting a fire within her, rubbing and colliding primitively against her insides.

“Hah, ah!”

Each time her sensitive spot deep inside, somewhere below her navel, was scratched, tears welled up and her vision gradually blurred.

As if saying that one defiled by pleasure was unworthy of witnessing such a scene.

Before Erta’s eyes were the Bondridge Cathedral building and the lush flowers growing in its front yard.

In the center of the front yard stood a carefully sculpted statue in the image of God.

The statue wore a benevolent smile as if directly receiving divine grace, with sunlight shining down upon it.

It was enough to fill anyone with reverence.

But as Erta’s body became more steeped in pleasure, her vision grew increasingly hazy.

Thud— Thud—

“Ah, mmm, nngh!”

The sensation from behind, through the wall between them, was a deep and hot ecstasy like a demon’s whisper.

“Your p*ssy seems to want to devour everything.”

A dizzying sensation flowed through Erta’s entire body, so intense that she couldn’t escape even if this were hellfire.

The reverent scene before her eyes didn’t matter.

Even if she went blind right now, she might choose this intense pleasure.

“Ahnng, aah!”

His thick tip repeatedly struck Erta’s inner walls forcefully.

“I feel like I’m being sucked in to the base, Sister.”

The hot energy was about to make Erta’s body explode. Her inner walls contracted intensely. Her b*ttocks quivered.

Her vision turned completely hazy. The Bondridge Cathedral and its front yard gradually blurred in her sight until she could barely distinguish their forms.

It felt like everything was gradually fading away.

“Nngh!”

After an intense climax that pierced through her entire body like a bolt of lightning, Erta lost consciousness while still stuck in the wall.

***

Blink. Blink.

Erta opened her eyes. The familiar ceiling painting greeted her.

‘Ah, I just had an absurd dream…’

A dream about being violated while stuck in a wall. She really had quite the imagination.

Erta rose from her bed with self-deprecation.

There was no way Bondridge Cathedral would suddenly close in the first place.

She wondered which part had been the dream. Lately, she seemed to be having too many fantasies, making her mind strange.

‘Did I want to believe so badly that the priest was that man?’

Being stuck in a wall in her dream, exposing her b*ttocks and taking in the priest’s manhood.

They say imagination knows no bounds, but this was truly unrealistic.

Knock knock—

A knocking sound interrupted Erta’s thoughts. She naturally turned her gaze toward the door.

“Come in.”

“Excuse me, Miss.”

The visitor was none other than the coachman. 

Why is he here suddenly? He shouldn’t have any particular business.

Erta didn’t hide her questioning expression as she asked.

“Did I call for you?”

“No, Miss. I’m relieved to see you’ve returned safely.”

What is he talking about? 

Erta still found the coachman’s visit and reaction puzzling.

“Relieved?”

Erta asked without hesitation. But it was the coachman who seemed flustered.

“Well, I apologize if I’ve overstepped by worrying, but I was concerned about leaving you at Bondridge Cathedral earlier today, so I came to check on you briefly.”

“…What?”

Erta’s expression quickly hardened as she clearly heard the coachman’s words.

She asked urgently.

“W-wait. So the Bondridge Cathedral really was closed today?”

“Pardon? Yes, it was. Didn’t we see it together?”

“…Right. We did.”

“Now that I’ve confirmed you’ve returned safely, I’ll take my leave, Miss.”

“…Alright. You may go.”

The coachman bowed respectfully and left. Erta was alone again.

‘So this wasn’t a dream either?’

Her mind went blank. To think what she thought was a dream had actually happened.

‘So, I really did get stuck in the wall and was taken from behind by the priest… and then lost consciousness after climaxing.’

Erta felt the blood drain from her face.

She didn’t know how she had ended up back in her bedroom, but it wasn’t impossible considering the man had been breaking through the security of the Marquis Geranion’s mansion to visit her every night.

More importantly.

‘The man who visited me every night really was the priest.’

The shock of confirmation was vastly different from mere suspicion.

‘Why, why me?’

Despite the clear truth, she couldn’t comprehend it. 

Why had the priest sneaked into my bedroom and violated me?

She couldn’t fathom what intentions lay behind his actions.

‘Who is he really?’

An ordinary priest couldn’t possibly do such things. The sudden closure of the cathedral also bothered her.

So Erta began asking around about Bondridge.

“I heard it was established by a priest from the Holy Kingdom, but it seems they were having financial difficulties.”

“I heard they were closing down soon. The priests there were probably just borrowed temporarily from other cathedrals to help with the closing.”

“The priest who assisted with confessions? Wasn’t he just one of the regular priests?”

However, despite several days of effort, she found little information.

Particularly, she learned that the priests who had stayed there weren’t originally affiliated with Bondridge Cathedral.

“If you hear anything more, let me know.”

Erta was frustrated. No matter where she inquired, no one seemed to know about that priest.

From the information she gathered, he might have already returned to the Holy Kingdom, or he could be affiliated with another cathedral in the Empire.

If it was the former, finding him would be nearly impossible, and even the latter wouldn’t be easy.

Even if she searched for every blond priest in the Empire, Erta didn’t even know his face.

Only the size of his manhood, perhaps.

“Miss Erta. I believe you need to come out for a moment.”

The butler sought out Erta as she was feeling dejected.

Erta brightened at his call and asked.

“Yes? Has someone brought news perhaps?”

She had instructed that anyone with information about Bondridge Cathedral should be brought to her immediately.

Since there were no other specific instructions or special matters, if the butler was calling for her, it could only be about Bondridge.

With a heart full of anticipation, Erta went down to the reception room, where her heart raced at the sight of a man waiting for her.

If only I could learn something about that priest…!

“A servant from the Duke of Ephelmar’s household has brought an invitation.”

“Ah…”

Before Erta could even ask him, the head butler revealed the visitor’s identity.

Erta’s inflated hopes deflated like a punctured balloon.

Now that she looked, she noticed the emblem on the servant’s clothes indicating his employment at the Duke of Ephelmar’s household.

In her haste, she had failed to notice it.

“Greetings, Lady Erta Geranion. I have come to deliver an invitation from Lord Reitan Ephelmar. He wishes to host you for dinner this evening at the Duke of Ephelmar’s residence.”

The servant bowed deeply to Erta.

Erta couldn’t hide her disappointment. But she naturally recalled her promise to him.

Reitan had previously mentioned inviting Erta. Moreover, Erta had agreed to go.

There was no way she could refuse.

“…Very well.”

But it was difficult to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t the news she had hoped for.

“Tell the young lord that I will be there on time.”

“Understood.”

Another unwelcome appointment had been made.

Every time an appointment with Reitan Ephelmar arose, Erta’s mind seemed to be elsewhere.

Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that she met with Reitan when her mind was filled with thoughts of that priest.

Especially these days, Erta could think of nothing but the priest.

It was vexing how he could disappear without a trace.

Not knowing why, he had visited her every night left her feeling as if a stone were weighing on her chest.

Perhaps it was only natural.

As Erta didn’t know yet.

The shocking truth she would discover at the Duke of Ephelmar’s residence in just a few hours.