The Broken Possessors of the Infinite Regression Academy - Chapter 279



Chapter 279 – Side Story: The Confession and the Lewd Saint – All Ages

This episode is an all-ages version of the 19+ episode ‘Side Story: Confession and the Lewd Saintess’.

Adult readers who can watch the 19+ episodes can skip this part.

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… … .”

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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… … .”

The lips slowly approached the bottom of the pillar. Passing the tongue, passing the inside of the palate, and touching the uvula, the tip 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 like she was really quite flustered, seeing as even the concept of a saint was broken.

“There’s still half left. Look.”

“Half?! There’s still half left?! 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 me again.

Rosaria, who had finished cleaning, 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?”

“… … You pervert. It seems like my mouth isn’t enough to make you repent for your sins… … So I’ll 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.

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

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

“… … It doesn’t matter, huh! Well, it’s not like this will only happen once anyway… … .”

“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 carrying 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?”