Five days had passed since the incident. 

The demons no longer visited Leah in her dreams. 

She had finally regained her freedom. 

After the purification ritual, there were no more secret midnight meetings with Zion in the central sanctuary. 

Leah’s days returned to normal, passing as if nothing had happened. 

Each day was a repetition of the same routine: morning prayers, charity work, returning to the convent to complete her tasks, evening prayers and going to bed at the appointed time. 

This monotonous cycle went on endlessly. 

At her previous convent, Leah had lived this way for two whole years. 

She had never once found the routine boring or stifling; she had simply accepted it as part of her life. 

But over the past few days, an unfamiliar feeling of suffocation had begun to settle over her. 

It felt like a heavy stone pressing against her chest, leaving Leah with a constant feeling of unease, as if she might fall ill at any moment. 

Even when she lay down to rest, sleep refused to come. During prayers, her mind would wander, unable to concentrate. 

As the days passed, Leah often found herself staring blankly for hours, lost in thought. 

Zion, however, remained as friendly as ever. 

Whenever their paths crossed during the day, he greeted her with a gentle smile, one so warm it seemed meant only for her. 

But with each smile, the tightness in Leah’s chest grew worse. 

She couldn’t pinpoint the source of this suffocating heaviness, and the uncertainty of it all made the burden even harder to bear. 

“Sigh…” 

‘Why do I feel like this…?’

After completing her daily routine and retiring to her room, Leah let out a deep sigh. 

The bed next to her was empty. 

Adele had taken a few days off and returned to her family home earlier that day. 

Adele had left the convent to visit her father, who had fallen ill, leaving Leah with the room to herself for the next few days. 

Lying in bed after turning off the light, Leah found herself staring at the dark ceiling above her, her thoughts swirling in the silence. 

“Brother…” 

Since the purification ritual, Leah and Zion had exchanged only brief glances. They hadn’t spent any time alone together. 

She rarely had the chance to see him up close, let alone feel the warmth of his hand. 

“Haah…”

Leah let out a soft sigh as she slid her hand under the covers and lifted her skirt. 

And slowly she began to rub the top of her panties. 

“Eung… Yeah…”

Leah closed her eyes, her breathing shallow as she pressed against the center of her panties. 

The image that filled her mind, vivid and unbidden, was none other than Zion. 

“Haaaaaa… brother… brother… Haaaa… .”

Leah put her hand inside her panties and rubbed her v*gina, remembering the touch of Zion’s hand on her.

“Zion brother… Ahh… Ahhh… .”

She kneaded her br*asts and twisted her n*pples in her underwear with her other hand.

She twisted her n*pples as if Zion had bitten and sucked on them, but she had no sense of the pleasure he’d given her.

A cooler, more exciting ecstasy was what she craved.

She longed for the kind of searing pleasure that made her feel as if it would melt her away.

“Haaah… uhhh… .”

She put her fingers inside her panties into her p*ssy.

“Haaah… !”

Every time she scratched the inner walls with her fingers, wetness came out.

“Brother… Haaah… brother… !”

Leah rubbed her cl*t, shaking.

Soon the blanket slipped off and fell to the floor, while her skirt was pulled up in a mess, leaving her lower body exposed.

Leah wriggled on the bed, her panties tossed aside.

She spread her legs, half n*ked. She rubbed her cl*t and kneaded her br*asts with her other hand, shaking her waist in hot pleasure.

The pleasure that rose as she rubbed her cl*t kept rising and rising, overtaking her.

All she could think about was Zion. 

“Be honest, Leah. You wanted to hold me, didn’t you?” 

She remembered the question Zion had asked her. 

She had denied it then, but now she could no longer deny the truth. 

“Brother…! Brother…!” 

She wanted to be in Zion’s arms.

“I want to be held by you, brother, and engage in lewd acts. Oh, how nice it would be if your p*nis f*cked me.”

As her fingers squeezed her gaping v*gina, water poured out.

“Ahhhhhhh! Brother! Please, Brother!”

Leah screamed. She was shaking all over. 

Her whole body was on fire, like a blaze of intense heat. 

But she still wasn’t close to ecstasy. 

Leah knew she couldn’t reach it on her own. 

The more she touched herself, the more thirsty she became. 

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Leah pulled her hand away. Her raised waist trembled.

Her still hot v*gina twitched, longing for something else.

A hot, thick, throbbing man’s p*nis was what she was longing for.

***

“I saw everything you did alone.” 

Leah stared at the note in her hands, her face pale. 

“How… who could have seen that…?” 

The events of last night flashed through her mind. She had pleasured herself alone, believing she was completely unnoticed. 

But now someone had been spying on her. 

“Was it because I was making too much noise? Did they hear me?” 

Leah’s chest tightened as shame and fear overwhelmed her. Last night she hadn’t been able to control the sounds that escaped her lips. 

It wouldn’t be surprising if someone had heard.

“If you don’t want everyone to know, come to the stables at midnight. Don’t tell anyone and come alone. Otherwise I’ll reveal your lewd deeds to everyone.”

Leah’s hands trembled as she read the note. She quickly brought it to the flame of the candle and burned it, watching as the paper crumpled and turned to ash.

“Who could it be…?” she muttered to herself, fear coursing through her.

Who would do such a thing? It had to be someone in the monastery – perhaps one of the priests. 

“What am I going to do?”

If she went to the stables at midnight, as the note demanded, there was no telling what might happen to her. The very thought of meeting her blackmailer was terrifying. 

But if she didn’t go, and they did find out her secret, her shameful actions would be exposed for all to see. She’d not only lose her place in this convent – she’d be cast out completely, with nowhere to turn. 

“Should I tell my brother?”

Leah wondered, her mind racing.

“But what if involving Zion would hurt him too?”

“No, I can’t. I can’t involve my brother.”

Zion was a promising priest with a bright future. Everyone believed he was destined to become a bishop one day. It would be unthinkable for him to be involved in this scandal and have his reputation tarnished. 

“I have to deal with it myself.”

“I… will… handle… this… alone…”

Although she had decided to face the situation alone, her hands trembled uncontrollably and the fear consuming her was impossible to ignore.