At that moment, Zion was her only lifeline – the only hope she could cling to. If his words were true, this ritual could cleanse her and allow her to live as a nun again. 

“Now answer my questions honestly from this point on.”

“Yes…”

Zion helped her to her feet and led her to the prayer chair – a simple chair with no backrest, designed for moments of deep reflection and humility. 

Normally you kneel in front of the chair, place your hands on the cushion and pray.

However, Zion placed Leah on the cushion where the hands would normally be placed and knelt in front of her.

“Where did the demon touch you?”

“U-um, everywhere…”

“Everywhere means it touched your whole n*ked body, right?”

“Yes…”

“This confession is embarrassing, but there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Then take off your clothes and show me your body.”

“Clothes…”

“Your body needs to be washed inside and out, especially if the demon has touched it.”

You must clean your body, inside and out.

Whether you’ve been r*ped by a stranger or defiled by a demon, you must wash it all away.

“Take it off with your own hands. Slowly…”

At Zion’s words, Leah unbuttoned the nun’s habit with trembling hands.

When all twelve buttons were undone and the arms were pulled out of the sleeves, the habit slipped off in an instant.

After undoing all the buttons, Leah pulled the habit down and took it off.

Then, embarrassed, she covered her body, wearing only underwear, with both hands.

“You’re not n*ked yet.”

“Yes…”

Leah removed her underwear with hesitant hands.

And when he pulled her panties down, her n*ked body was completely exposed in front of Zion.

“Didn’t you take off your headscarf?”

“I didn’t wear it when I slept…”

“Then take it off. Go on.”

“I never took it off except when I slept.”

Leah removed the black scarf that covered her head, followed by the white scarf underneath. As she did so, her red hair fell free, cascading down in soft, flowing waves.

“Then tell me where the demon touched you.”

“Here…”

Leah put her hand to her br*ast.

“Shall I ask you where it is?”

“My n*pple… .”

“What did he do?”

“Twisted… and sucked… .”

“I see.”

Zion’s hand touched Leah’s br*ast gently.

Leah shrugged as his hand touched her br*ast.

“Your hand, brother…”

But at that moment she reminded herself not to think of Zion as her older brother. 

Right now, Zion was a priest – a guide trying to help her find salvation. 

This was not an act of obscenity, but a sacred ritual, an attempt to cleanse her sins and purify her body. 

“Does it feel uncomfortable?”

“Ah, no…”

Leah shook her head.

As Zion’s hand gently caressed her br*ast, a sweet pleasure ran up her spine, so sweet that she felt guilty rather than bad.

“Isn’t it? The touch of the devil is unpleasant, but the touch of the holy is not.”

Leah knew that his words were true. 

At that moment, Zion’s touch didn’t feel unpleasant at all. On the contrary, it felt so gentle, so comforting, that she felt a pang of guilt – because something so sacred shouldn’t feel so good. 

“Eung… .”

Leah’s face flushed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as an involuntary, lewd moan escaped her lips.

Zion’s fingers gently stroked Leah’s n*pple.

He rubbed the area around the n*pple with the tip of his finger, gently grasping and twisting the n*pple that had hardened at the touch.

“Eung… Yeah… .”

Even though he only touched her n*pple, her body felt hot.

“Ugh, ugh… .”

She bit her lips together, desperately trying to stifle the moans that kept escaping, but the sounds still slipped out. Her efforts only made her shiver – her shoulders trembled and her hands shook uncontrollably from the strain of biting down so hard.

“And you said you sucked here?”

Leah nodded instead of answering.

Hot breath touched her n*pple.

“Hush… .”

The moan she had barely held back burst out again.

Zion, who had pushed her thighs together and lifted his knees, swallowed her n*pple.

Leah couldn’t contain her excitement as she looked down at Zion’s flowing platinum hair as he buried his face in her br*asts and sucked on her n*pple.

‘What am I going to do… it’s getting wet there…’

As he sucked on her n*pple, her v*gina became wet.

‘What would my brother think when he found out it was wet…?’

Leah’s thoughts raced with shame and fear.

‘But that’s all… It’s not my fault… It’s because the demon made my body like this…’

“Huh…”

Leah moaned sharply as Zion’s teeth bit into her n*pple.

“Where did you touch again?” 

Zion’s lips parted slightly as he looked up at Leah’s flushed face, his bright blue eyes shining in the dim light. His voice was low, almost a whisper. 

“T-That’s…”

“Leah, you must confess with your own mouth.” 

At his gentle, insistent urging, Leah hesitated for a moment before finally giving in. Slowly, she opened her mouth to speak. 

“Uh, here…”

 She murmured, her voice barely audible as she hesitantly pressed her hand between her legs.

“What was he doing there?”

“He touched it with his hand…”

“And?”

“He stuck his tongue in…”

“Did it feel good? Leah?”

“That, that’s… .”

Zion’s eyes were so clear, so transparent, that Leah felt her breath catch in her throat. 

The reflection of her flushed, embarrassed face in his beautiful, pure gaze was overwhelmingly obscene. 

“How was the pleasure the demon gave you? You must be honest, Leah.”

The words ‘be honest’ sent an unexpected flutter through Leah’s heart, stirring something deep within her. 

“I… it was good…”

Would Zion be disappointed? How would he feel hearing her admit that she felt good while the devil r*ped her? 

“The devil seduces people and steals their hearts, Leah. You couldn’t resist – it’s not your fault.”

Brother is really kind. He comforts me…’

If it had been anyone else, they would have blamed her, condemned her for such feelings. But Zion was different. He didn’t judge – he reassured her, offering comfort instead of scorn. 

“Now I will clean you. Spread your legs.

At his words, Leah slowly spread her legs.

Then her wet, soaking v*gina was completely exposed.

“Here, it’s already wet.”

Zion’s hand gently began to trace the cracked, red hair-covered crevice.

“Eung… eung… .”

The hand that had been moving up and down the crack entered it.

“Eung… eung, eung… haeung… .”

Leah’s breathing became increasingly ragged as his fingers moved in and out of the soaking hole.