The Pious Priest's Sinful Collection - Chapter 16
‘Back when I first got it, I was mortified…’
Of course, Daphne still thought it was an embarrassingly indecent object, but knowing just how much pleasure it could bring, well… that changed things. Besides, the one who gave it to her surely had that in mind.
‘Madam certainly had the foresight.’
The elderly woman who had gifted Daphne this little “darling” had once been a wealthy patron of the Temple. In her youth, she’d led a powerful merchant guild, and perhaps because of that, she had an impressive collection of unusual trinkets — this imitation phallus among them.
“You’re really gonna rot away in here without ever so much as holding a man’s hand?”
Madam had spent more time in the priory than in the temple proper, and she’d often enjoyed chatting with the young novices like Daphne. But one day, when Daphne confessed she’d choose to remain at the temple even if she had the chance to return to secular life, the old woman had scoffed, appalled.
“There are so many delicious men out there, and you’re telling me you’d rather grow cobwebs between your legs? Girl, you don’t know what it really means to live!”
She went on a whole passionate tirade about how even the gods must’ve had a reason for creating s-x as the means to bear children. If another priest had overheard her, they’d have fainted on the spot, but Daphne just shrugged in response.
“Well, spiders eat harmful insects. You could say they’re beneficial creatures. So wouldn’t it be smarter not to sweep away the cobwebs too hastily?”
“What? …Ahaha!”
Madam burst out laughing. She was utterly charmed by how nonchalantly Daphne had countered her teasing. After that, she often gifted Daphne curious items just to see how she’d react. And without a doubt, her most outrageous gift had been this heirloom.
“This was left for you by Madam Baldwin.”
After the old woman’s funeral, a man claiming to be her lawyer had delivered a box to Daphne. It was small, engraved with Daphne’s initials, and intended only for her.
Thank the gods she’d opened it alone.
If she’d done so in front of the others — her fellow novices, all starry-eyed and dreaming of someday meeting a kind, gentle husband — they would have undoubtedly fainted on the spot at the sight of the ivory phallus. The mere existence of such a “self-pleasure tool” was likely beyond their wildest comprehension.
As Daphne spread out a blanket, she recalled the letter that had come with the so-called heirloom.
It’s been ages since I’ve written anyone a letter. Did Enola manage to pass along the gift properly? Consider it a present to celebrate your coming of age. Take good care of it.
What, you think it’s unfair of me to leave you this as a keepsake? I say it’s my right to give whatever I damn well please. Who knows? One day, you might find the cobwebs — or the spider — start to feel a bit suffocating.
Life is all about being prepared. Owning one adult toy won’t ruin your reputation, so go on, play with it. And if there ever comes a day when even that doesn’t satisfy you — well, all the better.
But be warned: if you throw it away, I’ll haunt you in your dreams. So don’t mope because I’m gone. Live your life with joy.
That’s all for now.
With farewell kisses from your shameless sister,
Penelope Baldwin
It wasn’t hard to imagine how gleefully the old woman must have written those lines.
“Well, I hope you’re pleased with yourself.”
Daphne muttered to no one, a faint smile curling her lips despite herself.
Daphne let out a quiet chuckle as she spread a blanket over a straw mat tucked beneath the shelf. After neatly folding and setting aside her lower garments, she lay down with a sigh.
Lifting the hem of her grey clerical robe, she shifted slightly, revealing smooth skin that glowed faintly under the lantern light. It was a risqué sight, even for her.
“Hmm…”
She had once been appalled by the odd gift left behind by the old noblewoman, but over time, she had come to use it with surprising regularity. After all, she had discovered that with the right touch, even a small movement could bring a sharp wave of sensation — and curiosity had done the rest.
‘At first, I wondered if this could really go inside.’
Just pressing the small nub crowning her little slit with her hand made her eyes bulge, and she wondered what it would feel like to directly stimulate the inside.
Once the idea took hold, it was hard to ignore. She had no plans to renounce her vows or take a partner, so wasn’t it harmless to explore a bit on her own?
After all, the Holy One had warned against adultery, not mxstxrbation.
What started as a hesitant experiment turned into an oddly comforting habit. She even gave the strange little item a nickname — her “darling.”
“Mmm…”
