On her first day at the monastery, Serine dreamed of being locked in a dungeon.

“Indulgent Serine.”

“Your lewd life ends here!”

While everyone was pointing the finger of blame, Serine was thrown into a cold, damp cell. It was so cramped that she couldn’t sit down. Wearing a tattered grey dress, she gripped the bars and trembled. Just as she started to plead to be released, a dark shadow fell over her.

“You want out? Not a chance.”

Valoid pulled the chain wrapped around her neck. His golden eyes glinted like a beast’s through the bars as he grabbed her br*asts and tore at the ragged fabric.

“Push your chest out more. Try rubbing them against the bars. I bet it’ll feel good.”

She shook her head, protesting that she couldn’t do something so vulgar. She tried to cover her exposed body, but Valoid was faster. He pinched and pulled her n*pple so hard that her body leaned forward of its own accord.

“A mere prisoner dares to resist?”

Serine had no choice but to follow his coercive commands. Her pale, trembling br*asts protruded through the gaps in the cold, black bars, creating an obscene contrast.

“A look that suits you perfectly.”

Valoid lowered his arrogant head and began to suck her n*pple. His mouth was surprisingly soft and wet. While she had only felt pain when he pulled on it earlier, the warm tongue wrapping around her n*pple and sucking it deeply sent shivers of pleasure through her entire body.

His other hand played with her br*ast, trapped between the bars like a ball, moving it up and down. He kneaded it until his fingertips sank deep into the flesh, then rubbed it wildly with his rough palm. Her flattened n*pples were crushed this way and that, squeezing out a thrilling pleasure.

Before she knew it, Serine was panting. She desperately crossed her legs in an attempt to stand firm against his mockery, but the chain around her neck was yanked tight.

“You’re my b*tch now. Give me your as$.”

She was roughly turned around through the bars. His large hand gripped her thigh firmly and delved down below.

“You’re wet. Drenched.”

Serine squeezed her eyes shut.

“This makes you guilty, doesn’t it? Lewd, so very lewd, Serine.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Then try and prove your chastity.”

Coated in the fluids that had soaked her thighs, his fingers parted her private parts and entered her. Like small, cunning snakes, they licked and rubbed against her inner walls. She held her breath, desperately trying to suppress the rapture she felt each time his knuckles brushed her opening. But when he hooked the first joint of his finger and scraped downwards, she trembled uncontrollably.

“It’s here, isn’t it? The spot that makes you so indecent.”

Her depths began to weep helplessly. He explored her v*lva and probed inside as though he were unearthing a never-ending spring. She could feel her swollen inner walls frantically clinging to his fingers as they craved more stimulation.

Thinking she couldn’t endure it any longer, she grabbed his wrist. Instead, however, he took her hand and guided it towards her crotch.

“Feel it for yourself. How greedily your inside is fluttering.”

Their fingers intertwined as they explored. Just as he had said, the opening was hot and wet.

Her fingers instinctively located the sensitive area and began to stimulate it. Ah, yes! Here! As if sensing her thoughts, he became even more insistent. Their intertwined fingers scraped and rubbed against each other.

Without realizing it, she let out a sweet breath through her nose and swayed her body as if pleading. Just a little further… if only she could go just that little bit further…

“Not so fast. Trying to go on your own—how ill-mannered.”

He roughly pulled Serine’s fingers out. Whether intentional or not, the slick tips of his fingers grazed long over her cl*toris as they withdrew, making her hair stand on end.

Gripping her pelvis, he pulled Serine’s b*ttocks back toward him.

“What a magnificent sight.”

She pressed her hips against the bars in different directions, parting slightly to reveal her v*lva, which had turned as red as a pomegranate. Seizing the opportunity, he thrust his p*nis into the crevice.

It was nothing like a finger. This shockingly massive object forced its way through the entrance. It felt as if it might pierce her all the way up to her throat.

And then…

“Ha-eut, heut!”

“You went just from the insertion?”

The moment the heavy, giant root stabbed inside, crushing the vaginal opening, flashes of light blinded her. Even as she spilled moans, she was bewildered by her own reaction.

“Truly lewd. You think it’s over just because you went on your own? I’m going to start thrusting now, so stand properly.”

“Wait, not yet… Hiieek!”

He began to move, ruthlessly crushing her sensitively convulsing interior. He ramped up his speed from the very start, driving into her like a literal beast.

Serine sobbed hysterically as she was battered from behind. In an instant, she was panting, her breath hitching in her throat. She felt as though she might drown in the pleasure he was heartlessly pouring into her.

“Look at you, shaking your as$ and loving it even while locked in a cell.”

The moment he drove deep while spitting out those insulting words, her vision turned white again. He slapped her twitching b*ttocks with his palm and continued to rummage through her without mercy.

“You’re a natural b*tch.”

Unlike her burning body, her heart felt as though it were being torn to pieces by shame. Serine twisted her body desperately, trying to escape the violent pleasure.

But as long as the chain around her neck remained in his grip, there was no escape.

***

“Wake up! You lazy lot.”

At the jarring shout, Serine’s eyes snapped open. she was lying in a cramped room crowded with beds, wrapped tightly in a threadbare blanket.

“Are you all right? You were moaning the whole time you slept.”

The green-haired woman in the opposite bed whispered under her breath. She was the only person in this miserable place who would speak to Serine.

“It was just… a bad dream.”

“I don’t blame you. Not in a place like this.”

Serine’s gaze drifted down to the base of the stone wall, which was covered in moss. Sleeping with her bed pressed against it meant enduring a damp, foul stench that rose every night.

Yes. It was exactly like being trapped in a dungeon.

“Strip off and move, quickly! You there, Number 37!”

A month had passed since Serine became a newcomer at Shepherd Monastery. She was now referred to simply as ‘Number 37’.

“Listen well. You are here because your very existence is a detriment to society. Repent, so that you may be born without sin in your next life!”

Once the dawn prayers were over, they were all herded into the bathhouse. Cold, soapy water was poured relentlessly over their heads. Her teeth chattered so violently that they felt as though they might break from the cold. Just as her lips began to turn blue, the bathhouse doors finally opened.

For breakfast, they were given watery soup and grey, undercooked bread. Even so, everyone devoured it ravenously.

Afterwards, nuns with switches drove the inmates towards the cotton fields. Two sacks as tall as them constituted the daily quota. Anyone who failed to fill them was taken to the punishment room.

Serine had never been to the room herself, but those who returned from it were half out of their minds. After one visit, they would limp for days and be unable to walk properly.

She had seen bloodstains spreading across the backs of their skirts. “Is it your period?” When she asked that question, vivid terror and shame flashed across their faces.

By the time they returned from a day of exhausting labor, it was time for dinner. They were served mystery meat that tasted awful and greens riddled with insect holes.

And yet, evening prayers continued. By this point, the inmates were so exhausted that they could barely keep their eyes open. If their eyes rolled back or they began to doze off, the nuns would mercilessly kick them and lash out with their switches.

When she finally managed to crawl back to her bedroom and lie down, she was unable to move a muscle. She pulled the blanket tightly over the cold bed, but it did nothing to stop the chill seeping in from the walls. Just as she was shivering her way into a fitful sleep, she would be startled awake by someone screaming or sobbing.

It was h*ll. Life at Shepherd Monastery was far harsher than she could ever have imagined. Every single day, she was pushed to the brink of exhaustion.

‘Should I just smash my head against the stone wall and die? Should I throw myself off the cliff by the cotton field?’

Just as such thoughts crossed her mind for the dozens of times that day—

“A visitor. Number 37.”

Someone had come for Serine.

***

Serine pushed open the door to the visiting room with weak arms. The moment she saw the glamorous beauty sitting on the sofa, her gaze froze.

“…Suzanna.”

“Hello, Sister. You look like a complete mess.”

Suzanna stood up, the voluminous layers of her dress fluttering as she offered a cheerful greeting.

“Have you spent some time reflecting on your actions?”