Rarien first threw off her thick glasses. As soon as she took off her nun’s habit, she became enveloped in a holy light and transformed into the ‘Goddess of Lust.’

Even a perfect son of a God had no choice but to become a mere dog in front of the Goddess of Lust. Nicholas, who became the goddess’s dog, fervently bit, sucked, and licked Rarien’s crotch, serving her devotedly.

“I am yours, Goddess.”

Nicholas, who was showering kisses on her p*ssy, swore in a honey-sweet voice.

“Then, suck.”

Rarien, as the Goddess of Lust, gave him the rightful command. Nicholas buried his face in her crotch and began to suck greedily. It was just like the scene in the novel.

“…rien.”

Harder. Suck it all up. If you spill even a little, you’ll be punished.

“Rarien.”

Who dares to call the goddess’s name so carelessly?

“Hey, Rarien.”

The hand shaking her shoulder startled Rarien awake. It was all a dream.

“…Yes, yes!”

A cold silence enveloped the surroundings. With everyone’s eyes on her, Rarien wanted to hide in a hole out of embarrassment.

It seemed she had dozed off while clasping her hands in prayer. As Rarien squeezed her eyes shut and resumed her prayer posture, the people in the chapel also returned to their prayers.

“Why do you look so sickly like a diseased chick? Didn’t you sleep well last night?”

The person who had just shaken Rarien awake, her fellow nun Kate, whispered in her ear. Nod, nod. Rarien nodded instead of answering.

Not just last night, but she had stayed up several nights. Thinking she didn’t have much time left, she wanted to use every moment wisely, but perhaps she had overdone it.

“Did you have a dream? You were even talking in your sleep, which you don’t usually do.”

“Was I talking in my sleep?”

“Yeah. Something about… being quick¹the word for suck (빨아) and fast/quick (빨라) are similar?”

Of all things, the part where she ordered someone to suck her crotch…. Rarien wanted to die of embarrassment.

“Ah, ah, I was dreaming about… doing laundry²the word is 빨래, which is also similar to the previous words.”

She made up an excuse, but Kate still looked puzzled, as if she found it strange.

Crazy, just crazy.

Maybe because it was a dream, she became uncharacteristically bold. Just imagining it made her whole body tremble with embarrassment. How could she dare to make such a vulgar demand of His Excellency? She wanted to knock her own head.

‘Maybe I read <A Night at the Immoral Temple> too intensely before bed.’

Just like how studying too hard for an exam makes you dream about taking the test, reading <A Night at the Immoral Temple> too intensely caused this side effect.

On the first day of borrowing <A Night at the Immoral Temple> from Sera Evotte.

Rarien’s day ended late at night. After singing a lullaby and patting Sera to sleep, she finally returned to her quarters.

It was late, and she was tired, so she planned to skim through it briefly before sleeping. But she got sucked in and ended up reading the whole book.

On the second day, and the third day, she couldn’t stop thinking about the Goddess of Lust and her dog. It was the same while working, eating, and praying.

The most important thing in learning was review. Rarien meticulously savored each letter of <A Night at the Immoral Temple> as if she was licking each letter.

By the time she memorized the dialogues, she even categorized the novel’s content related to caresses and positions and recorded it in a notebook. The amount was so vast that she needed a dedicated notebook instead of her usual one.

Not only that, but she also read a total of five erotic novels, including recommendations by ‘Sera Evotte.’ She studied s*xual intercourse not limited to the special circumstances of the temple, but in various situations, allowing her to apply what she learned. She meticulously analyzed them in the same manner.

And considering the characteristics of popular novels, which may include exaggeration and fantasy elements, she also delved into medical books about the structure of the human body.

As a result, she realized that things like a p*nis the size of a child’s forearm or inserting more than two c*cks into a woman were purely in the realm of fantasy.

Theoretically, she had no shortcomings. She reached a level where she could give a lecture on <Theories on s*xual Intercourse> from a podium.

“Huh, Rarien.”

“Hmm?”

“Your nose is bleeding.”

Kate’s face turned pale. When Rarien wiped under her nose with the back of her hand, a bloodstain appeared. She quickly took out a handkerchief to cover her nose.

‘Ah, damn, how embarrassing.’

But there was something even more embarrassing. Perhaps due to her excitement from the dream, her panties felt wet and sticky with mucus.

Rarien squeezed her legs together and shifted her hips, worried that her secretions might seep through her clothes.

Even so, she never expected to have such an irreverent dream in such a sacred space.

She had decided to live recklessly with the little time she had left, but she needed to choose the time and place for that. The chapel was not the place.

‘Still, it shows a normal arousal response to s*xual stimuli. With sufficient secretion of fluids, smooth s*xual intercourse should be possible.’

She decided to think positively.

When she applied her shame to her knowledge, it quickly turned into a strange sense of relief. As Sera Evotte said, Rarien Claude was subtly an oddball.

***

Ironically, Rarien, armed with theory, faced the most fundamental problem: the issue of practice and application.

The day she passed by the main hall of the temple and encountered Nicholas, she realized the obvious fact.

To try out the theories she learned, Nicholas’s consent was essential.

‘What should I even say?’

Rarien was timid and a meticulous planner. She drafted lines in her mind, imagining specific scenarios of how she would speak.

“Excuse me, Your Excellency. You have a very nice impression. Your soul seems pure.”

First, she would make small talk like this to catch his interest and stop him in his tracks.

Then, she would have to boldly suggest, with a metaphorical thick skin on her face.

“I’m a student studying intercourse. If you have time, would you like to participate in some practice with me?”

“Holy scripture³intercourse (성교요) and holy scripture/bible (성서요) are similar?”

“No, intercourse. Inter-course. Inter. Course.”

It was a ridiculous idea. Just imagining it made Rarien shake her head in embarrassment.

What if she just confessed honestly and pleaded?

Realizing that Plan 1 was unrealistic, Rarien immediately drafted Plan 2.

“I’m going to die in 90 days, Your Excellency.”

“Oh dear. May God’s blessing be upon you on your final journey, Sister.”

Just as Nicholas was about to sprinkle holy water with his gentle hand at her pitiful terminal confession.

“Instead of holy water, could it be s*x?”

She would cleverly exploit a gap like this.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Please sprinkle s*men on me instead of holy water.”

And finally, she would plead earnestly.

“It’s my last wish before I die. I’ll plead like this. Please ej*culate inside me. I’m begging you.”

…Of course, it wouldn’t work.

Perhaps because she had seen too many erotic things, her mind was filled with strange plans.

Seeing Nicholas’s holy face made her feel like she was committing a vile act, so she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

‘Maybe it would be better if I didn’t look at his face while speaking. How about confessing?’

In a confession, she could speak without looking at his face. Since she would be confessing sins, it shouldn’t be a problem even if she said something embarrassing.

“Your Excellency. Um…, I’ve sinned.”

“We are all sinners before the Lord. Rarien Claude. Confess.”

If Lord Reinhart tells her to confess, she would have no choice but to speak frankly.

“I spent all day having lustful thoughts about Your Excellency. I want to sleep with you.”

“What?”

“Perhaps I’ve been possessed by a demon of lust. Could you perform an exorcism for me?”

Hearing his flustered voice, she would undress. She would leave the confessional n*ked, then climb on top of him and…

“Please f*ck me.”

Lack of creativity. In the end, all she could think of was the s*xual scene from <A Night at the Immoral Temple> that she learned from the books.

Rarien shook her head.

‘He’ll definitely think I’m a crazy woman….’

Rarien, who was pondering methods at her desk, opened the back of her notebook. It was to prepare for the reception of Nicholas Reinhart before going to bed.

When she saw something beautiful, she instinctively wanted to have it, so she had no choice but to draw it.

Nicholas Reinhart was like that. There was only one way for someone as insignificant as herself to have such a perfect man.

Because she drew him so often, Nicholas was always present in all of Rarien’s notebooks and diaries.

Since she always carried the diary for notes, it felt like he was always with her, which was nice.

“…Handsome.”

This was a ‘Portrait of the Radiant Nicholas Preaching on the Podium.’ The real person was much better, but he was handsome no matter when she saw him, which made her happy.

Rarien kissed Nicholas’s portrait and watered the pot of zinnia. Then, looking at the tender petals beaded with moisture, she muttered as if making a resolution.

“Rarien Claude. You know, you don’t have time to hesitate.”

90, she traced the number engraved on the pot with her fingertip.

Soon after, a new breakthrough appeared for Rarien, who had been stuck in her thoughts.