Chapter 74: 19. Moonlight for the Moth Drawn to Flames! - 1

How much longer do I have to stay here?

It had been six days since she was isolated. Isolde no longer even had the strength to scream.

The longer she spent alone in the cramped room, the more her mind withered away.

What did I do wrong to deserve this? Why is this happening only to me?!

I want to go back already.

I want to eat the warm stew Mother makes while lying in a comfortable bed.

What could Mother be doing right now? Isabelle... she must be happy I am not there, as expected.

A cramped space bred cramped thoughts.

She could vividly picture it without trying: her own disfigured face, the villagers driving her out, and her beautiful younger sister looking down at her with a mocking smile.

None of it had even happened, yet Isolde suffered just imagining it.

Clatter.

At the sound of something opening, Isolde sprang to her feet.

Could it be that Ian came to see me?

In this prison-like place, Ian was her one thin ray of hope.

Isolde firmly believed that he alone could save her.

"Sister Isolde, are you all right?"

But once again, it was not Ian who had come to see Isolde, but Reina, the blonde nun.

"...No, I am not."

"Is the church food too bland for your tastes? Starting tomorrow, I will try to have meals prepared to suit you better."

"Forget that. When is Ian coming?"

"Who knows? He is a very busy man, after all."

Reina always treated Isolde warmly. Even when Isolde snapped at her, she never lost her smile.

Something feels off.

Still, Isolde could tell that the woman before her disliked her.

It was an enormous leap without any real evidence, but a woman’s intuition told her so.

That woman was smiling on the outside, but inwardly, she despised her.

Did I do something wrong?

Isolde felt wronged, but she could not exactly confront a nun over it.

And Reina was the only one who gave her news of Ian.

There was nothing to gain by making Reina dislike her for no reason.

"Brother Ian will not be able to visit for a while because bandits attacked the village."

At Reina’s words, Isolde’s heart dropped.

"Bandits? An attack? What are you talking about?"

"Oh my? You did not hear?"

"There is no nun other than you who even talks to me."

"Did Sister Kate not tell you?"

"Who is that?"

"The short nun with brown hair."

"That little runt is older than you?"

"Little runt? She is a perfectly grown adult woman."

"Fine. More importantly, is Ian all right? You said bandits attacked. He is safe, right?"

"Anyone watching would think you were Brother Ian’s wife."

"W-who I worry about is none of your business."

"That is true. In any case, Brother Ian is fine. In fact, he personally wiped out the bandits and saved the village."

"Is that true?"

"Of course. Sister, nuns do not lie."

"Haa... What a relief."

Only upon hearing that Ian was safe did Isolde finally let out a relieved sigh.

Seeing that, Reina adopted a rather serious expression.

"It is not a relief. I have some bad news for you, Sister Isolde."

"B-bad news? Wh-what is it?"

"You were dating a man named John, were you not?"

"I was, but why?"

"That man became a cripple this time."

"Really? And why are you telling me that?"

"Was he not your boyfriend?"

"That is in the past tense. We are not together anymore."

Even hearing that John, her former lover, had become a cripple stirred no emotion in Isolde.

If anything, it felt satisfying.

Serves him right for abandoning me.

Isolde’s relationship with John had deteriorated rapidly of late.

John had kept putting off their promised marriage with one excuse after another, and now, before they had even held the wedding, he had demanded Isolde’s virginity.

Their relationship had truly headed for ruin when she was cursed.

He always said he loved her, yet when she needed him most, he had been quick to run away.

In the end, all he wanted was my looks.

Ian, on the other hand, was different.

Even when Isabelle had been ugly, he had said he loved her and spared no devotion. Before long, he had even brought about the miracle of curing [Rose’s Punishment].

I should have married him. If I had married him back then...

Isolde envied that. To the point of madness.

Even knowing Ian was her younger sister’s husband, she could not let go of her obsession with him.

He is mine. He has to become my man.

Burning with obsession, Isolde recalled what Ian had told her.

["I will find a way to cure the curse on you, Isolde. So please endure until then."]

If another man had said it, she would have scoffed. Yet for some reason, she believed Ian.

At the very least, he had succeeded once before.

That was why she had endured until now.

. . .

I visited the church to check on Isolde’s condition, and perhaps Kate had noticed my arrival, because she came out beforehand to greet me.

"How have things been at the church lately?"

"Thanks to the Savior’s grace, I have been doing well."

"That is good to hear."

Normally, a nun who lost her virginity was expelled from the church.

However, thanks to me, Kate had been passed off as a rape victim and could still live at the church.

Of course, the other nuns would ostracize her, but Kate, already addicted to my cock, did not care.

"But were you waiting because you knew I was coming?"

"No. I was merely making preparations so that I could welcome you at any time, Savior."

"You do not need to push yourself that far. Still, you have worked hard."

"Thank you♥"

When I stroked her hair, Kate beamed.

Perhaps because she was normally never acknowledged by those around her, she craved praise.

When someone fulfilled that need, Kate tended to grow attached to them.

I wondered if she was too easy, but she was already mine, so it did not matter.

If anything, it was cute how she craved my affection.

"U-um, Savior."

Kate looked up at me with an impatient expression.

"If you have time, could you bestow your grace upon me?"

The grace Kate spoke of was my semen.

Normally, I would have fucked Kate before she even asked, but perhaps she had been pent up for too long; this time, Kate was the one begging me first.

Well, I did neglect her for a while.

I had been busy lately and had not had time to tend to Reina and Kate.

It had only been three days, but from Kate’s perspective, having tasted my cock every day, it was an enormous stretch of time.

She had become my cock sleeve, so I had to take responsibility and fuck her.

"You seem desperate. Shall we do it here?"

"...."

Instead of answering, Kate lowered her underwear to her knees and pulled her skirt up above her waist.

Then she braced one hand against the wall and stuck her ass out toward me.

"Please."

Her pure-white panties were already soaked with so much pussy juice that they were damp.

It seemed she had been wet from the moment she saw me.

"Kate, you must have been lonely while I was gone."

"Yes, I was terribly lonely. I know I should not dare harbor such feelings, but I missed you, Savior."

"It was only three days."

Kate answered as she rubbed her ass against my waist.

"For me, they were the longest three days of my life."

"Is that so? Then I will fuck you as an apology."

When I pulled out my cock, Kate finally wore an ecstatic expression.

To meet Kate’s expectations, I immediately pushed it into her pussy.

"Ngh, Kate, your tight pussy is still incredible."

"Hngh, I am honored."

At my praise, Kate’s pussy responded by clenching tightly around me.

As if the folds of her cunt had been molded to the shape of my cock, they squeezed me to draw out my semen.

Wanting to savor more of Kate’s pussy, I pistoned into her even harder.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Hngh! Ngh! Hnghh!"

Since another nun might be nearby, Kate covered her mouth with her hand to suppress her moans as much as possible.

Of course, I had already used my detection skill to confirm there was no one around, but Kate did not know that.

That makes it hotter.

The tension of not knowing when we might be discovered fueled our excitement.

In fact, Kate’s pussy clenched tighter than before.

Hard enough to pull out the root of my cock.

Should I change positions?

I slipped my hands behind Kate’s knees and lifted her up with all my strength.

"S-Savior?"

The so-called standing carry fuck position.

For a petite woman like Kate, it was an extremely rough position.

"It has been a while since I enjoyed a different position."

"I-it is, it is so embarrassing like this."

Kate was flustered by the position she had never seen or heard of, but I did not stop. I drove my cock toward her womb.

"Hwooooh♥"

With a single thrust of my cock, Kate wiggled her toes, and pussy juice burst from her cunt in spurts.

"How is it? Feels good, right?"

"Haaah♥ Savior—♥"

Kate grabbed my neck and pushed out her lips.

Judging by her expression, she was begging me to kiss her.

"I suppose I have no choice."

"Slurp, thank you♥ Kiss, slurp."

And so, I kissed Kate while fucking her in my arms.

The urge to cum rose rapidly.

"Ngh, Kate, where should I shoot the semen you love so much?"

"Cum inside me! Fill my womb full of your grace, Savior."

"All right. I will fill you up."

Spurt! Sploosh! Spurt!

"Aah!"

With my cock pressed tightly against Kate’s cervical opening, I spurted my semen inside her.

Kate merely opened and closed her mouth as she reveled in that very moment.

Above, she was kissing me; below, her womb and my cock were pressed together.

"Ah!"

Just as we were savoring the sensations of climax, someone came upon us.

"Sister! How could you do it first without me?!"

That person was Reina.

She was glaring at Kate with a genuinely aggrieved expression.

At the sight of Reina like that, Kate scratched her head.

"Sorry."

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