Chapter 23: The Nun’s Struggle and the Uncontainable Desire
As the nun gazes at the massive fruit before her, a flicker of shock crosses her face for the first time.
‘What… what kind of size is this…?’
She has faced and consumed the desires of countless beings.
Gulp…
Gulp…
But encountering a fruit this large, exuding such an intense, provocative scent, is a ‘first’ even for her.
‘This… such an unholy and ferocious form…’
As time passes, the fruit radiates an even more menacing aura and a thicker, more stimulating scent.
The colossal fruit seems to taunt her, warning that she could never swallow it whole.
Yet, as she stares, the shock on her face gradually fades.
A sly, lascivious smile slowly creeps across her lips.
‘To think I’d be intimidated by a mere fruit, hehe… How foolish of me.’
Why did she feel ‘fear’ over something as simple as the condensed desire of an ordinary ‘human man’?
The menacing aura, the mind-shaking scent.
Even the overwhelming size of the fruit.
It’s all just a playful appetizer, whetting her appetite.
How could she be scared of an exquisite ‘delicacy’ served on her table, paired with such ‘amusement’?
Moreover, it’s just the desire of a single ‘human’—no matter its size, there’s no way she can’t handle it.
With that realization, she lets a gentle, compassionate smile grace her face once more.
‘Well then… Bon appétit…♡’
“Behere…”
She opens her soft pink lips again, extending her long, sticky tongue to envelop the fruit.
Slurp…!!
Schlick…!!
Like a child licking a sweet candy, she gently caresses the massive fruit with her sticky tongue.
Then, like a ‘snake,’ she opens her mouth wide, slowly pulling the enormous fruit of desire into her maw.
“Ughh…”
The sheer size of the fruit triggers a reflexive gag, but paradoxically.
The sweet nectar filling her mouth and throat is so rich and intense that even the pain of her throat being stretched feels euphoric.
‘Ahh—this is truly a divine taste. It’s no exaggeration to call it God’s grace… Brother…♡’
Her eyes remain closed, but her flushed, beautiful face radiates.
The serene joy of a ‘devout believer’ receiving divine blessing.
Savoring the nectar filling her mouth, she muses.
‘Now… it’s time to truly indulge. Hehe…’
She begins to swallow the fruit whole, letting it slide down her throat.
Gulp…
Gulp…
‘Mmm…?’
Perhaps because some of the pulp slipped out.
The fruit, sinking into her throat, carries an unparalleled, exquisite flavor.
But it’s absorbed into her body far more easily and quickly than she expected.
‘A delicious meal, but… disappointing. I thought a desire of that size would be even richer and sweeter…’
Was her expectation for a ‘human’s’ desire too high?
Despite tasting an unprecedented sweetness, she can’t hide her disappointment.
Just as she opens her mouth to inform the brother that the confession is over.
Flinch…
‘What? My stomach…?’
Flinch!!
Flinch!!
Her lower abdomen begins to swell rapidly.
‘What… what is this…!?’
Flinch!!
Flinch!!
‘Why…? It should have been fully absorbed—!??’
Flinch!!!!
“—Dekk…!?”
Unable to withstand the pain and pleasure surging from her swelling abdomen, she collapses.
The ominous aura emanating from her rapidly expanding stomach.
She instinctively knows it’s the ‘fruit’ she just swallowed whole.
‘Why…? Why isn’t it being absorbed…??’
The fact that she, a mere ‘human man’s’ desire, couldn’t fully absorb it shocks her.
A fleeting look of panic crosses her compassionate face.
But she quickly regains her composure.
‘No, that’s impossible. There’s no desire I can’t absorb.’
Calm once more, she tries again to absorb the swelling desire within her.
Press…
As she gently presses her lower abdomen with both hands.
The swelling subsides slightly.
Like the fruits she consumed before, she feels the thick desire being absorbed into her body.
‘Haa… Haa… You really keep surprising me, brother.’
Thinking it’s finally over, she slowly rises.
All she needs now is to leave the confessional.
And see the brother, his eyes free of desire, longing to become one with her.
Then her task here today would be complete.
Yes, according to her plan, it should have ended there.
Flinch…
But she overlooked one thing.
‘Ugh…? Why is my stomach…!??’
Flinch!!
Flinch!!
Flinch!!
“Wait…!?”
She hadn’t absorbed the fruit—she had only temporarily suppressed the ‘multiplication’ of its desire.
“Hngh…?”
Flinch!!!
Flinch!!!
Flinch!!!
Even as she screams in pain.
She thinks to herself.
‘I’m definitely absorbing it… I can feel it being absorbed… So why…!?’
She is indeed absorbing the desire.
But her absorption rate is far slower than the ‘multiplication’ speed of the ferocious fruit’s desire, her instincts tell her.
And that means.
‘A desire… I can’t ‘accept’ alone exists in this world?’
That she alone.
Cannot fully contain the near-infinite desire of this ‘human man.’
‘No, that can’t be. There’s no desire I can’t absorb…!!’
She writhes, refusing to accept it.
Flinch!!
Flinch!!
But as if showing no more mercy.
The fruit in her stomach swells even faster.
‘I… I have to spit it out…!!’
With a pained scream, she has no choice.
For the ‘first time,’ she spits out the fruit of desire she had swallowed.
“Sister? Is something wrong?”
Ten minutes have passed since I confessed the ‘massage incident’ with the shy guest, but there’s still no response.
‘Was it… too shocking…?’
Worried that my story might have been too much for the pure nun.
I sit quietly, anxious.
“Ugh…”
“Sister…!?”
A faint scream comes from the other side of the confessional.
Fearing an accident, I rush out, open the door to her side, and—
“Oh! You can’t barge in like that, brother!”
As if nothing happened.
The nun sits calmly, composed.
“I thought I heard a scream…”
“Oh my… You must have misheard. I’m perfectly fine, see?”
“I’m sure I heard something…”
“Hehe… I appreciate your concern, but you can’t just burst in during a confession like that.”
“I’m sorry, Sister.”
I’m certain I heard a scream.
But seeing her unharmed, it must have been my imagination.
Her nun’s habit looks slightly stretched… but that’s probably my imagination too.
“Oh, I forgot to respond to your last question.”
After a moment’s thought, she gestures for me to come closer.
“Will you come here, brother?”
“Yes, Sister.”
“But, um, not too close. I’m a bit… tired right now…”
“…? Alright, I understand.”
As I approach, she gently strokes my head and says.
“This… isn’t something I can forgive yet. First, seek forgiveness from the person you wronged, then come back to me.”
“…!!”
“You’re truly… fascinating in many ways, brother. Whoever they are, if you apologize sincerely, they’ll forgive you.”
Her heartfelt advice brings another tear to my eye.
She’s right—this isn’t something she can forgive.
I have to go to the shy guest and apologize sincerely myself.
“Thank you, Sister… Your words gave me courage.”
“Hehe… What are you talking about? I just listened.”
“No, really. Thanks to you, I feel like I’ve shed ‘some’ of the desires weighing on my heart. Thank you so much!!”
“Some… you say?”
“I’ll head down now. Please call if you need anything, Sister!”
“…Yes, brother.”
Feeling much lighter, I bid her farewell and leave the room.
My next destination is clear.
I must apologize to the shy guest with this pure, untainted heart.
In the quiet confessional after the brother leaves.
The nun, alone, stares at the massive fruit she spat out in the corner.
“…This is just ‘some’ to you, brother?”