The Pious Priest's Sinful Collection - Chapter 19 🔞
‘No, no one would know. No one else, not even Cardinal Theodore, would notice…!’
Trying to steady herself somehow, Daphne flipped over as quickly as she had fallen forward. The movement stimulated her insides once more, making it trickle more of that telltale fluid.
“Hmph…!”
Plop.
With a squelching sound she couldn’t stop, the imitation phallus was pushed out between her slippery thighs, along with a shower of her juices.
Thud.
Clatter…
The imitation phallus, drenched in juices, rolled on the straw bed. The eyes of the two people in the shed were locked on it as it fell on the floor. surface was so slippery it looked like it was covered in a transparent film. Daphne’s pale turquoise eyes trembled like an aspen tree.
‘It’s over. I’m finished.’
There was no way out of this.
‘My life is over!’
Anyone could see the imitation phallus clearly slipped out between her legs. Even the straw was slowly soaking wet as the ivory pillar rolled along.
At that point, even a cardinal like Theodore Valentino would know what it was, when, and how it was used.
‘N-no, wait. You never know, right? If it’s Cardinal Theodore — the one known for being devout and virtuous — maybe he doesn’t know…!’
Clinging to that last shred of hope, Daphne cautiously opened her eyes.
And immediately fell into despair.
“Sister Daphne.”
Theodore was already holding her wrists again, glaring at her with a terrifying look in his eyes. He looked angry. There was no more room for denial.
“What is the meaning of this?”
She was screwed. Completely, utterly screwed.
The way Theodore said her name — there was a chill in his voice, like barely restrained wrath. It was so cold and sharp, Daphne couldn’t even swallow.
“Y-Your Eminence… could you perhaps let go of my hands, first?”
“Why? So you can shove me aside and run?”
“That’s not what…!”
There was only one path left. She had to beg — plead for mercy, ask him to spare her, no matter how humiliating it was!
Just as Daphne was about to throw herself at Theodore’s feet—
“How long have you been suffering like this, Sister?”
“…What?”
“I can’t believe you’ve been shouldering this burden alone. Why didn’t you tell anyone? Why did you carry it all by yourself?”
His voice shook with anger — righteous, burning indignation.
“Were you truly planning to endure the devil’s curse on your own?”
Wait, what?
“Since when? When did this… start…?”
His voice caught. He couldn’t finish the sentence. Clenching his jaw, he muttered in a trembling voice, clearly struggling with the weight of it all. Meanwhile, Daphne just blinked, completely dumbfounded.
‘What is he even talking about? I’m cursed?’
So he thinks the reason she was relieving herself was because she’s under a devil’s curse?
That couldn’t be right. That had to be the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. And yet the look in Theodore Valentino’s eyes, staring down at her, was so impossibly serious that she couldn’t even protest. That face — he looked just like a priest stepping into the confessional.
‘Is this… an opportunity? But I’m not cursed…’
Still dazed, Daphne could only blink as Cardinal Theodore leaned in and whispered, gentle as a prayer.
“But you needn’t worry any longer. Let me help you, Sister.”
“What? What do you…”
“I know how sincerely you’ve walked the path of ascetic devotion. Even someone as devout as you would struggle under the weight of a demonic curse… But it’s all right. You no longer have to bear it alone.”
Her eyelashes fluttered. If she was hearing him right. the Cardinal was defending her. He believed the reason she’d done that — wasn’t because she was a lustful woman born under the three-star fate, but because she was under some kind of demonic influence.
‘Why…? Why would he even think that?’
Still trying to make sense of this madness, Daphne was jolted by his next words.
“I will liberate you.”
“…Liberate me?”
“Yes. If it means saving you from the vile grip of the devil, I am ready to offer up my very body.”
He bent down and picked up the imitation phallus that had rolled under the straw, his expression perfectly composed. In his hand, the object that had once looked so large to her now seemed almost laughably small.
Daphne just stared in stunned silence.
He meant what he said. That much was clear. She had no idea why it sounded so sincere, but it did.
And somehow, even while holding a fake cxck, he still looked holy.
‘Liberate me, he says… Liberate me from what, exactly?’
She couldn’t imagine how he was going to sacrifice a part of herself to free herself from the devil’s curse.
‘…No! Don’t tell me he’s planning to perform an exorcism on me? But I wasn’t cursed by a demon — I just wanted to relieve some s-xual frustration!’
At that moment, a memory flashed through Daphne’s mind: Theodore, who had an erxction in front of her, embarrassed and unable to control it.
‘Ah, no, he can’t possibly…’
Daphne shook her head. There was no way Theodore Valentino would want to touch her. He’s a cardinal, one of the favorites to be the next Pope.
And he’s going to help her mxstxrbate? That’s ridiculous. It was something she shouldn’t dare hope for, something that could only happen in the most absurd of delusions.
But it took only a few seconds for Daphne’s idea of absurdity to be overturned.
“What are you doing?”
The imitation phallus, once soiled with dust, straw, and love juice, was clean like it was washed in Theodore’s golden divine power. Placing it between Daphne’s legs, Theodore spoke with the face of a devout priest.
“Let us begin the exorcism.”
