Chapter 22: The Nun’s Allure and the Weight of Confession
Out of nowhere, the ‘blind nun’ I see from the counter is not just charming.
She’s breathtakingly ‘captivating.’
Silky, flowing purple hair.
Closed eyes radiating holiness and mystery, accentuated by soft pink lips.
A voluptuous figure that even her pitch-black nun’s habit can’t conceal.
A deep, rich voice blending warmth, sweetness, and compassion.
If you’re a man—no, if you’re human—you couldn’t resist the urge to gaze at her.
But for some reason.
“Come to my room later, then. Let’s share your sins and find peace together.”
“Alright… I’ll do that.”
“Hehe… Very well, brother. See you soon.”
Even in this provocative situation where she invites me to her room, I feel no ‘desire’ stirring.
It’s as if all my ‘desire’ toward her has been swallowed and vanished.
Instead, what rises in my heart is a simple wish to talk with her more.
To confess all my ‘guilt’ and ‘desires’ to her.
To be ‘accepted’ and ‘forgiven’ by her.
‘…That’s strange.’
For a moment, I worry something’s wrong with my ‘manhood,’ but that’s not it.
If I think of the shy guest, fainted after the massage, even now.
The suppressed ‘urges’ of my virgin self start wriggling inside, ready to burst out.
And then, I realize.
This isn’t about her—it’s my own heart refusing to entertain filthy fantasies about this ‘pure’ nun.
‘Wow… Is this the power of a nun sworn to eternal devotion to God?’
Despite her stunning beauty, alluring figure, and sweet, gentle voice whispering to me.
My heart won’t allow even a single ‘fantasy’—she’s that holy and compassionate.
For the first time in two days of running this motel, my heart isn’t racing with ‘desire’ or ‘tension.’
It’s lightly beating with the ‘excitement’ of a wholesome, new connection.
‘Alright! Time to head to the nun’s room…!!’
The blind nun.
Step, step, she quietly moves toward the motel’s central staircase.
“…A new brother. I like him.”
She murmurs softly as she moves away from the lobby.
Her graceful steps pause in front of the central staircase, where no surveillance cameras exist.
Standing in the dark, out of the brother’s sight.
She slowly opens her mouth.
“Behere…”
Extending a long tongue coated in sticky saliva, she places a single ‘blackened fruit’ on it.
Slurp…
Her snake-like tongue wraps around the fruit, exuding a dark aura.
“…Mmm♡”
She swallows the fruit whole—the ‘fruit of desire’ harvested from the brother at their first meeting.
Gulp…
The fruit, filled with the manager’s desire, sinks deep into her sticky throat.
Each time, her body trembles and convulses slightly.
The fruit slides down her throat, gradually absorbed as ‘nourishment’ within her.
“Sweet… and rich…”
Savoring the deep sweetness of this mere ‘appetizer,’ she smiles with satisfaction.
Licking her soft pink lips, she continues her slow steps.
Thinking of meeting the nun, I tidy my disheveled clothes with utmost reverence.
‘I can’t go to her looking this sloppy…!’
Five minutes later.
Fully prepared, I head to Room 405, where the blind nun awaits.
Bzzz—
Bzzz—
[Fourth floor. The door is opening.]
As the elevator door opens on the fourth floor.
“Ah, brother. You’re here.”
The nun, waiting in front of the elevator, greets me with a warm, compassionate smile.
“Oh, why didn’t you rest inside—”
“Oh my, are you concerned for me? You’re so kind, brother.”
“Well, I…”
“It’s alright. I was waiting for the moment you’d come to my confessional.”
“Oh…!!”
Her gentle, saintly presence feels like a halo glowing around her.
Before I know it, a tear escapes my eye.
“Now, shall we go in, brother?”
“Yes, Sister.”
I follow her into Room 405.
The sight inside is astonishing in a different way.
“Is… this really a confessional?”
The room is decorated exactly like a ‘confessional’ I’ve only seen in videos or books.
“I prepared it myself for you, brother. Since I’m taking your first experience, I thought this much preparation was necessary.”
“F-First experience…”
“Oh my, I meant the confession, brother?”
“Oh…! Of course, I knew that!”
“I thought you were just kind, but you’ve got a naughty side too?”
“!!”
“Don’t be so shocked. I was just teasing because your reaction was cute. Hehe….”
I react to the phrase ‘first experience,’ and she playfully teases me.
Even her dreamlike, succubus-like smile radiates holiness, pulling me deeper into her charm.
One odd thing, though—where did she get all these decorations?
And how did she set them up so quickly?
‘Let’s not nitpick the small stuff. She prepared this for me. Am I really going to be clueless and question it now?’
I’m not that oblivious to question something so ‘trivial’ and ‘meaningless.’
“Now, brother. Shall we begin? Open that door and step into the confessional. I’ll be sitting on the other side.”
“Yes, Sister.”
Following her instructions, I enter the prepared confessional inside the room.
In the cozy, small space, a single old wooden chair awaits.
After glancing around, I carefully sit.
“Are you ready, brother?”
Her deep voice echoes softly through the room from the other side.
“Yes, I’m ready, Sister.”
“Good. From now on… we are strangers to each other.”
Slurp…
“Here in the confessional, meeting for the first time, we share our sins without seeing each other’s faces.”
Slurp…
“But don’t be afraid. I will ‘accept’ you, your sins, your ‘everything’ within me.”
“…Yes, Sister!”
“Now… tell me. What sin have you hidden deep in your heart today?”
*
As the confession begins, I hesitate at her question.
‘…How much should I tell her?’
By my standards, I have too many ‘sins’ to confess in front of her.
Especially the biggest sin—the ‘massage incident’—I worry it might shock her.
I can’t easily bring myself to talk about it.
“Are you hesitating?”
“…!!”
Her voice reaches me as I ponder.
“Are you afraid I’ll despise or scorn you for confessing your sins?”
“…Honestly, yes, Sister.”
“Brother, please don’t fear. I will forgive everything. So, come… tell me everything.”
Her words, promising total forgiveness, give me courage.
I begin confessing the sins I committed against ‘customers’ yesterday and today.
Calling the shy guest cute at our first meeting.
Assigning her an uncleaned room and deludedly thinking it was a dating sim moment.
Disappointing the upper-class guest and failing to treat the ‘doll lady’ properly.
I spill all the ‘lewd’ and ‘clueless’ moments from my two days at the motel.
“Actually… I thought you were beautiful too, Sister…”
“Oh my… That’s something to be grateful for… Seeing me in that way…”
Slurp…
“It means the fruit will be sweeter and richer…”
“What did you say, Sister?”
Gulp…
“Hehe… Nothing. Please, go on… Tell me about your sins…”
Each time, the nun sitting across from me.
Seems to ‘swallow’ something whole, forgiving all my sins.
As I confess nearly everything, leaving only a few stories.
It feels, maybe psychologically, like the pent-up desires in my heart are fading one by one.
Time passes, and I’m left with just one final sin.
The biggest one—the ‘massage incident.’
“Sister, this will probably be my last story. Will you please listen?”
“Haa… Haa… Yes. Such a rich fruit…”
“What?”
“Hehe… Don’t mind me, brother. Now, please tell me…”
“Yes, Sister. Today… I gave a massage to a guest—”
Having confessed everything else, feeling lighter, I share my final sin.
“I gave her a massage.”
“…A massage?”
“She begged me to stop, but I ignored her pleas… and ended up causing her ‘pain.’”
Gulp…
Gulp…
“Wait, brother. Just a moment…!?”
“And after all that pain, seeing her limp body, I shamefully felt ‘desire’…!!”
Gulp…
“Please, Sister, can you forgive me for fleeing without even apologizing properly…?”
Even after finishing, no response comes from the nun.
As if her long tongue and sticky throat could never swallow it in one go.
A massive ‘fruit of desire,’ unlike any before.
Hovers before her, exuding a thick, sticky scent.
‘W-What kind of size is this…?’
Her eyes, always closed, open for the first time, tinged with shock.