The Broken Possessors of the Infinite Regression Academy - Chapter 278



Chapter 278 – Side Story: The Confession and the Lewd Saintess

I went into the confessional as Rosaria led me. Contrary to its appearance, the inside was quite large. It was large enough that I could stand up without my head touching the ceiling.

The interior was simple, with only a single candle and a blackout curtain, and it smelled of old wood, like something you might find in a confessional in a cathedral that’s over a hundred years old.

Surely it wasn’t made of wood that old. It was probably just made to look similar.

As I sat down, Rosaria came in on the other side. Candles were lit, and Rosaria’s silhouette was visible through the purple blackout curtains on both sides and the latticework with small holes drilled into it.

“Oh, lost little lamb. You have come to the right place.”

Rosaria was kneeling on the floor, her hands clasped together in front of her chest. She was only a vague silhouette, but it was enough to make out what she looked like.

I quietly leaned my back against the wall. Contrary to its appearance of being made entirely of wood and looking hard, it felt soft, like sitting on a sofa in a clubroom. It seemed like there was some sort of magic cast on it.

“Please tell me all the troubles you have been unable to tell and have kept to yourself. God will surely forgive you.”

It was an atmosphere far removed from the usual Rosaria. Her voice was soft and her actions were calm. Moreover, seeing as she was suddenly talking about worries and forgiveness, it seemed like she wanted me to figure it out.

So what can I do? I have to do as I’m told.

“What kind of worries are possible, Saintess?”

“Anything is possible.”

“Really anything?”

“… … Yes. Really, anything.”

There was a bit of a gap just now, as if he was hesitating to answer. As he was leisurely thinking about what kind of worries he should bring up to tease her, Rosaria added in a nervous voice, stammering.

“Oh, it’s obvious that it’s going to be a dirty problem anyway. I know that men get into a lot of trouble if they don’t periodically let out their desires. So tell me quickly. I, a saint, will forgive you all in the name of God. Because God said so.”

-I didn’t say anything… … .

-Shh. This is not our place, Equinox.

Cheonshin muttered softly. Mashin noticed the ominous atmosphere and quickly disappeared somewhere with his younger brother.

Apart from that, I was also certain of Rosaria’s ulterior motives for pushing me here. The reason she insisted on changing into a saint’s outfit and the reason she told me to come by myself in the afternoon.

I was hesitating a little while ago, but at this point, I had to consider it practically confirmed.

“Okay, I understand. I will confess my sins.”

And I was no longer one to be embarrassed by such things.

“Yes. Please go ahead and tell me.”

“I feel like the saint is too s*xy. What should I do in this case?”

“……yes?”

A panicked voice came back from beyond the lattice wall. The silhouette twitched and couldn’t stay still.

“Th, what is that… … .”

“It’s embarrassing to call a piece of cloth that you’re wearing a saint’s habit, and the fact that your armpits, upper chest, side chest, under chest, sides, lower stomach, pelvis, and thighs are all exposed because of that habit, and the fact that your chest and butt wiggle every time you walk all feel obscene. In the first place, isn’t the reason you wear that kind of thing and call it a saint’s habit an attempt to seduce people? That’s what I think.”

Rosaria remained silent for a while, not knowing that I would come in like this. It seemed that she had no tolerance for having prepared for something like this. So how she would react here is the key.

“… … You said that I felt dirty?”

“yes.”

The silhouette began to move. The shadow came closer and closer. The hand part moved and folded up part of the lattice wall, creating a round hole near my waist.

The view beyond was briefly visible through the folded lattice wall, then quickly disappeared. It was because Rosaria had opened her mouth wide and peered into the round hole.

“Ah, aaang… … .”

The mucous membrane inside her mouth glowed a provocative red under the soft yellow light of the candle. Every time the saliva collected under her tongue flowed past her Adam’s apple, the entire mucous membrane twitched lewdly.

A bright red piece of meat was twitching between the transparently flowing saliva. I was so embarrassed by the behavior that the intention was so obvious. Rosaria spoke, swallowing the saliva that had gathered in her mouth.

“Here… … Pour out your sins into my mouth… … Then surely God will forgive you… … .”

“Are you serious, Saint?”

Rosaria answered by opening her mouth wider. Her tongue, half-submerged in saliva, moved seductively, pushing out the saliva that had accumulated underneath. A clear liquid overflowed from her lips.

I don’t know what kind of wind was blowing, but I had no intention of taking it off while doing this. I unbuckled the buckle on my waist. The silhouette flinched as a clicking sound was heard.

Since only the upper body was illuminated by the candlelight, I couldn’t see what was underneath. I suddenly wondered how Rosaria was sitting.

Either sit with your knees down in a normal position. Or sit with your calves spread out and your buttocks pressed against the floor. Or squat down with your thighs carefully together. Or squat down in a vulgar position with your legs spread out.

One thing was certain, no matter how I sat, I was ultimately doing it to suck my dick through the hole. That was all I needed.

“Ugh… … .”

He unbuttoned the front of his pants and thrust his erect penis into the hole. When the tip of the glans pressed against his lips, Rosaria hesitated and made a “sss” sound.

But that was only for a moment, as Rosaria began to swallow the penis while licking her lips. Her cherry-colored lips, still awkward, shyly kissed the glans.

The lips completely bit the penis. The mucous membrane covered with saliva wrapped around the penis. The bean, the mouth was against the lattice wall. It meant that Rosaria had reached the limit of her ability to move. I had to do the rest myself.

I paused for a moment and enjoyed the feeling of Rosaria sucking my glans like it was candy. As expected, being clumsy had its own charm.

After finishing the impression, he moved his waist. His lips slowly approached the bottom of the pillar. Passing the tongue, the inside of the palate, and the tip that touched the uvula pushed it, squeezing the narrow hole and going deeper.

“Keuk! Gulp, gulp!”

Before he could reach her, Rosaria hurriedly pulled her head out. Then she coughed several times and shouted in an absurd voice.

“Hey, how much more are you going to come in?! Is there still more left?!”

It seemed that she was really quite flustered, seeing as even her concept of a saint was shattered. I calmly nodded.

“There’s still half left. Look.”

“Half?! There’s half left?!”

Rosaria, who had been stroking the stool for a moment as if checking how deep the saliva had penetrated, spoke in a tone of bewilderment.

“No, how are you going to swallow all of this?! This doesn’t make sense!”

The only people who would say something like that would be Laura and Priscilla. Leona and Latina are still far from being able to say they swallowed it all.

Of course, those two were also limited to about half at first. They got better as they continued to do it, but it seemed like they were bluffing and saying it wasn’t a big deal to Rosaria.

Honestly, even though I got used to it, I still wondered how it was possible. Since it was an action that had no connection with me anyway, I just thought, “Women can do that kind of thing,” and ended it.

“So. Are you going to continue, Saint?”

“… … .”

Rosaria, who seemed to be pondering my words for a while, kissed the tip of my penis again. Since I had her waist pressed against the hole, this time she took the initiative and swallowed my penis from beyond the hole.

“Ugh… … Ugh… … .”

Her lips, which had begun to move down towards the root with a tightly shut groan, stopped only after swallowing half of the penis. Judging from her rasping breathing, it seemed that half was the limit for now.

Warm palms carefully embraced the remaining half that had not yet entered her mouth.

“Churup… … Ssss… … Heughsss… … .”

When things got tough, she took her mouth off for a moment to catch her breath, and when her breathing stabilized, she bit the glans that was glistening with saliva again and licked the Cooper’s fluid coming out of the tip with her tongue, continuing her own form of confession.

“Haa… … Haa… … Chook… … .”

As time passed, my jaw started to hurt, and my sucking speed slowed down noticeably. The frequency of my front teeth touching the nipple also increased. My breathing also became rougher.

Since my hand movements were quite clumsy, I could have held back my ejaculation as much as I wanted, but I didn’t think it was necessary. If I let it go any faster, I felt like I would give up and say I couldn’t do it anymore.

“I think it’s going to get cold soon.”

“Choosh… … Yes? Finally… … ! K, kehem. I understand, believer. I will accept it all, so just confess your sins.”

Rosaria, who had raised her voice as if she was happy, coughed loudly and tried to lower her voice to sound noble. Her lips were stimulating the pillar, and her hand movements near the roots became busier.

“It’s cheap… … Saintess… … !”

“Yes, yes… … ! You are sinning against me… … !”

Then, just before Jaji was about to spit out his semen, he opened his mouth. Through the vague silhouette beyond the lattice wall, Rosaria was seen with her face up, her tongue sticking out, and her mouth supported by her hand.

“Ugh… … Ugh… … .”

The penis throbbed and ejaculated. The white, sticky liquid began to cover his face. All I could see was a faint silhouette, but that made it feel even more erotic.

Because the process of her peach-colored face being dyed with white liquid was clearly visible.

The sticky white liquid sprayed across his face, dripping down his eyelids, nose, and cheeks, running down to his lips. It then briefly pooled at the tip of his chin before dripping down onto his palm.

“Ugh… … Ugh… … .”

After the long ejaculation, Rosaria moaned in pain and shook her body as the remaining semen in her urethra was sprayed onto her face. Soon after, the confessional room was filled with the sound of the semen being wiped away.

He drank the white liquid that had pooled in his palm, swept the semen off his face and brought it into his mouth, and pulled the semen that had fallen on his chest into his deep valley and poured it into his mouth. Finally, the sound of sucking his fingers was heard.

“Ugh… … .”

Rosaria, who had been feeling nauseous for a moment, approached the hole on her knees. She placed my penis between her breasts and rubbed it from both sides, wiping away the liquid on her penis.

Rosaria, who had finished cleaning the bathroom, asked cautiously.

“… … Once isn’t enough, right?”

“You know a lot. Where did you learn that?”

“Ugh… … That’s… … Okay, okay. I knew your sins were deep. I just guessed.”

Rosaria mumbled an answer and then sat up abruptly.

“How much wrong did you commit that you are still standing upright after confessing so many sins?”

“Could it be that the saintess just now was too lewd, so she has committed another sin?”

“… … This pervert.”

Rosaria muttered as she tapped the glans with the tip of her fingernail, then pushed the penis back. She pulled it out of the hole as she wanted. Perhaps because she had rubbed it with her chest, the penis was still glistening with saliva.

“It seems that my words are not enough to make you repent for your sins… …so I will write somewhere else.”

The lattice opened slightly wider. Rosaria’s lower body was visible, wrapped in a thin piece of cloth and a stocking split vertically. A finger slightly pushed the ‘veil’ aside.

Rosaria turned around and pushed her buttocks into the grid. Her elastic buttocks came towards me through the gap in the wall that was just the right size. Her wet v*gina was emitting an obscene smell.

“Here, please use this to confess your sins… … please.”

“Is it okay if I don’t see your face?”

“… … It doesn’t matter, shoo!”

Rosaria seemed momentarily startled when the glans touched the v*gina, but she quickly regained her composure and continued speaking.

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“Oh, it’s not like this will only happen once anyway… … .”

That was right.

As I was about to insert my penis into her v*gina, I suddenly became curious. My perky butt hole was gaping above my soaking wet v*gina.

I poked the tiny hole with my finger. In an instant, the buttocks swallowed my index finger twice. The tailbone above it trembled as if it had been struck by lightning.

“What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!”

As expected, Rosaria was furious, even breaking the concept. When I tried to pull away, I grabbed her buttocks and stopped her, but instead, she pounded the lattice wall with her other hand.

“Isn’t this the way to go, Saint? I’ve often heard that Saints have to stay chaste, so they go backwards.”

“That, that was in the plan too! Oh, no! No! No! Absolutely not! Maybe later, but absolutely not now!”

Since I had no intention of actually putting it in anyway, I quietly removed my fingers. Instead, I clenched both of my buttocks tightly. The plump flesh clung elastically to my palms.

I moved my waist. Very slowly, much more leisurely than when I was with other people. Even though I had heard the ‘instruction’ and was already soaking wet, it would still not be a good idea to suddenly push it in.

As the glans leisurely pushed into the v*gina, Rosaria let out a muffled moan just from that. Judging from the sound, it seemed like she had her mouth covered.

“Everyone, everyone came in… … ?”

“There’s still a lot left.”

It’s only about a quarter way in now.

“It already feels full… … .”

Rosaria frowned. She held her buttocks tightly with both hands to prevent them from escaping, then thrust her waist further. A slightly more intense moan rang out.

“Not yet… … ?”

“I couldn’t even get into the peninsula.”

“Ugh, uh… … Is it all in now… … ?”

“Halfway through now?”

“Huh, hic?! Hey, wait a minute— below, hic. Is that weird?! Hic?!”

Cook, when the shaft was about 2/3 gone, the tip of the glans pierced the uterus.

Then, Rosaria, who was busy asking how much had gone in, reacted strangely. Her buttocks trembled, and her v*gina squeezed her cock with all its might. The silhouette suddenly arched its back and convulsed.

“Did you really go?”

“I, I don’t know… … What is this… … This is even better than masturbation… … Ugh, no… … Nothing… … ! I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that… … !”

Unfortunately, I’ve already heard it all. He said playfully, rubbing her butt.

“As you said, you felt this much on your first insertion. Your talent is truly outstanding, Saintess.”

“Ugh… … I’ve never heard anything like that… … Huh, Hana, Do-ok?! Aren’t you happy… … Geudeun… … ?!”

She arched her back a little. The glans that had been kissing the cervix slipped out along with it. Rosaria arched her back even more as if she had gone away again.

“Moving slowly.”

“Moving? Hey, wait a minute. Am I still— Eughhh?!”

I poked the waist that I had pulled out again. Rosaria, who had already gone away, went away again, and when I pulled it out, it went away again, and when I poked it back in, it went away again, and this cycle was repeated.

The silhouette that had climaxed four times with just two piston strokes sagged. I asked, feeling a little bewildered.

“Did you take any medicine while waiting for me?”

“That, that kind of thing, okay. No, that’s not it… … .”

Then is it really pure talent? Come to think of it, during my birthday party, Priscilla and Laura took turns whispering that the most cliche thing was a nun who looked virtuous.

I put my head down, thinking that maybe that was right.

“Ugh, ah. Hehe, ah, lower abdomen. Whining, groaning. Sigh, huh?! Ah, ah.”

Fortunately, as time passed, he seemed to have gotten used to it, and although he let out a groan and tightened his penis, he didn’t go in four times in two round trips like when he started.

The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh echoed throughout the small confessional. The sound of water mixed in.

The evidence of pleasure overflowing from the joint and the groans that escaped without even being able to form proper words further fueled the passion that filled the confessional.

My gaze went down. Her buttocks, which were bouncy enough to remind me of the pudding Erestica fed me, were resting under my palm. Every time I squeezed them with force, they rose slightly between my fingers.

I raised my hand as I looked at the sight.

-Tsk!

“Ahhh?!”

He slammed it down. The startled v*gina tightened. The silhouette that had been shaking painfully in time with the piston strokes turned around.

“You, you, what are you doing?!”

Crap, he hit me again.

“I didn’t hit you hard, so don’t joke around, Saintess.”

“That’s not the problem—huh?!”

The glans pierced the cervix hard. The v*gina tightened. Rosaria gave up on the conversation and closed her mouth, concentrating on something else.

Her pure white buttocks were gradually soaked with sweat. The love juice that had been flowing down the wall also gradually seeped into the floor. The air was getting hotter.

At some point, Rosaria became silent. She just kept holding back her moans and letting them out repeatedly.

The loosened v*gina tightened my cock rhythmically. I thrust hard into my cock while watching the beads of sweat forming on my waist and then flowing down.

“Rosaria… … Slowly… … .”

“Heuk… … Heuk… … Heuk… … .”

Rosaria, whose concept had been lost, just pant and didn’t answer. She clenched her buttocks tightly. With a slurp, slurp, her v*gina, which had reached its limit, spit out semen deep inside her uterus.

The v*gina groaned and squeezed with all its might. Rosaria seemed to want to moan something, but she couldn’t even do that and just croaked.

“Eek… … Eek… … .”

The silhouette sagged. As I slowly pulled out my penis, the open v*ginal opening closed tightly. The semen that had not entered the v*gina gathered in the urethra and fell to the floor of the confessional.

“How about it? Want more, Rosaria?”

“… … .”

There was no answer. The silhouette was also motionless and silent.

“… … Rosaria? Saint?”

I carefully opened the lattice wall right next to the hole and looked on the other side.

“… … .”

Rosaria was lying unconscious, leaning against the pedestal with her eyes rolled back.

“The three of us planned it.”

“huh.”

After lifting up her unconscious body and hastily carrying her outside, Rosaria regained consciousness shortly after. She looked dumbfounded when she heard that she had passed out after being ejaculated.

“Did it feel that good?”

“Be quiet. Do you really need to say it to me?”

Pfft, Rosaria hit me in the chest. I took it quietly. After pounding me hard for a while, she let out a big sigh.

“Haaah… … Really, I don’t know what to say.”

“Say, what?”

“Just. I heard something from Priscilla and Laura. People like me who were originally nuns or saints, once they open their eyes to that kind of thing, they become much more lewd than other people.”

“uh…….”

The image of nuns and saints had a strong feeling like that. Even Rosaria’s saint’s attire is an item that faithfully reflects that fantasy.

After all, it is a design created by Aria.

“Why that all of a sudden?”

In response to my question, Rosaria rubbed her thighs and glanced at the half-open confessional.

“… … Maybe, because it seems true?”