Chapter 3
My first experience of penetration.
The first thing I felt was pain.
The sharp, needle-like pain made my teeth clench on their own.
“Hngh, ah.”
The pain didn’t stop there. It gradually spread.
No matter how much lubrication my body produced, I was still a virgin.
My vaginal opening was naturally narrow, and taking something that large was no easy task.
The sensation of a massive spire forcing its way inside me.
It was like having my insides stabbed repeatedly with a knife.
Even breathing was difficult.
Was it really supposed to hurt this much?
I curled my toes and endured the pain.
“Haa, hngh.”
I breathed in and out like a beast, over and over.
If only I’d had a moment to rest.
Cruelly, Cardinal Marblov didn’t take my condition into consideration.
There was no reason he would.
Creak, creak.
His enormous cock kept pushing farther inside me.
I writhed at the foreign sensation forcing its way into me.
My movement drew an ugly, pathetic moan from Cardinal Marblov.
“Hngh, such tightness.”
Tightness?
Me?
You bastard!
I’m a man!
I’m a man!
“Y-you son of a… ngh!”
Even if I wanted to argue, I wasn’t in any state to do so.
Even now, the cock burrowing deep inside me was breaking up my thoughts.
At last, his pubic bone pressed against my perineum.
He had forced his cock all the way inside me.
“Ah, ngh, hngh.”
I opened and closed my mouth soundlessly as my arms and legs trembled.
Cold sweat poured down me.
The situation before had been better, by comparison.
There had been a little pleasure in it, at least.
But not now.
Now there was nothing but pain.
I clenched my fists tightly.
I gripped them hard enough for my nails to dig into my skin and draw blood.
This was torture.
This wasn’t sex. It was nothing but sadistic torture.
How could a modern person possibly be used to this kind of torture?
With my defiance beginning to fade, I begged him.
“I-it hurts. Please stop.”
Even hearing the tears in my voice, Cardinal Marblov paid no heed.
“You must endure it. That is the baptism ceremony.”
I had to endure.
I had to hold on.
His firm reply left me dumbfounded.
Why?
Why should I have to?
Just as a vicious curse was about to leave my lips,
“Hngh.”
A dull ache throbbed in my lower abdomen, as though my insides were being rummaged through.
Marblov had started moving his hips back and forth.
Squelch, squelch.
Each wet sound filled me with shame and pain.
Maybe it was the stress, but my head felt as if it were about to boil.
“For someone soon to be a saintess, you’re enduring this better than I expected. The other girls could hardly stop screaming.”
He was comparing me to other nuns while raping one?
I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.
Could this man really be a clergyman?
“I wish you’d cry a little more.”
I didn’t ask about your preferences, you bastard.
Who said I’d give you the reaction you wanted?
I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
Let him see how unresponsive I could be.
I endured his thrusts through the pain.
No matter how much it hurt, no matter how miserable I felt, I wouldn’t cry for him.
That was the pitiful resistance I could manage.
After I held out for a while, the cardinal’s interest clearly began to fade.
“Hmm, this is no fun at all…”
Cardinal Marblov stopped moving and muttered something.
I had a strange, ominous feeling.
Then, when he started moving again,
“Ah!”
A searing sensation, hot as fire, throbbed in my lower abdomen.
Why?
After that, each thrust forced a ragged breath from me.
It couldn’t be happening.
“Haa, hngh.”
No.
This wasn’t a sound I was making.
“Hngh, ah, ah…”
As I panted, a heavy warmth rose from between my legs to my lower abdomen.
It hurt, and yet, somehow, it sent a strange thrill through me.
Cardinal Marblov was clearly pleased by this reaction.
“That’s right. It feels so good when you cry out like that.”
Smack.
He took his hand from my waist and struck my buttocks with a loud smack.
He was spanking me.
At the sharp crack, I lowered my head even further.
I was ashamed and disgusted with myself for feeling even a little pleasure despite the pain.
He struck me a few more times, then moved his hands to my breasts.
I hated the way he fondled them.
It felt as if cockroaches were crawling all over me.
Violation.
This was nothing but total violation.
Unable to put up any real resistance, I began to accept the pleasure.
“Don’t touch me… hngh.”
The sweet moan that escaped me was so unlike my own voice that I could hardly believe it.
I couldn’t believe what was happening.
I was feeling pleasure from having a cock inside me?
Me?
“You say not to touch you, but deep down, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
No!
I wanted to deny it, but the pleasure was slowly eating away at my resolve.
I could understand, just a little, how the protagonist’s spirit had been broken.
It was pitiful that I had to understand any of this.
I bit my lip and trembled.
“Ngh, Saintess! You’re gripping my cock even more tightly than before!”
Why don’t you narrate the whole thing, you bastard.
He gradually picked up the pace of his thrusts.
I couldn’t believe he could thrust his hips like that with a body that fat.
“Haa, hngh. Ah, hngh.”
I could barely do anything but breathe.
I was in no condition to manage more.
The cardinal’s heavy thrusts, with all his weight behind them, were more than a frail girl’s body could withstand.
Each time he thrust his cock into me, my buttocks were crushed and my vaginal opening stretched.
The skin between my legs grew red from the repeated friction.
He kept thrusting into me faster and harder.
“Huuugh, haaah.”
I could no longer hide my moans.
The pain was turning into pleasure.
That realization left me in despair.
Why?
Why was I enjoying this?
Even if that bastard had used some kind of lust-inducing magic, shouldn’t I have been able to resist?
I was in pain and miserable, yet my body was sexually aroused.
The wretchedness of it tore through my heart without mercy.
Whether he knew what I was feeling or not, Marblov gripped my thighs and thrust even deeper.
“Hngh.”
Bblurp.
His cock spewed semen, as if he could hold back no longer.
I was at my limit, too.
My whole body shuddered as if an electric current had run through me.
A massive climax washed over me, far beyond anything I’d experienced as a man.
“Haaah, ah, ngh.”
For a moment, I stopped breathing as if I’d forgotten how.
I curled my toes and writhed, my upper body trembling.
It was a deep, overwhelming climax.
After he finished, the cardinal pulled out his cock.
With a wet, repulsive sound, the stake-like cock slid out, and my body twitched.
“Hngh.”
My hips felt as though they’d given out, and I couldn’t easily lower them.
I felt something trickling from between my legs.
It must have been a mixture of that pig’s semen and the blood from my torn hymen, flowing from my vaginal opening.
“Hngh, ngh.”
I pressed my cheek against the cold floor and let out a hot, ragged breath.
He’d pulled out once. Was it over now?
The thought brought me a little relief.
“Lick it, future saintess.”
By then, Cardinal Marblov had come around in front of me and was thrusting his cock toward me.
The cock he’d pulled out of my vagina was smeared with blood, lubrication, and semen.
I struggled to lift my head and saw the cardinal leering down at me.
He wanted me to lick it?
That sounded good.
But I’m the kind of person who bites candy instead of licking it.
A vicious thought took shape in my mind.
I’d teach him what it felt like to have that part of him bitten off.
When he pressed his cock against my lips, I bit down with all my strength.
Crunch, crunch.
“Y-you mangy bitch!”
Smack.
Even after he slapped me, I didn’t let go of his cock.
In the end, I bit his cock off.
Even a frail girl could have a powerful bite.
I looked at the blood spurting from the cardinal’s crotch and sneered.
“Ptooey. Guess you won’t be using that precious cock anymore. Good for you.”
Does it hurt?
Want to roll around on the floor?
Contrary to what I expected, the cardinal’s expression barely changed.
In a low voice, he scolded Priest Ronin, who stood behind me.
“The baptism ceremony is over, but she seems somewhat lacking in the qualities of a saintess, Priest Ronin.”
He’d had his cock bitten off and still spoke so calmly.
Was he even human?
A strange sense of dread crept over me at Cardinal Marblov’s composure.
Priest Ronin bowed his head and replied.
“I’ll correct her.”
“Good. Make sure there’s no such unfortunate incident next time.”
Cardinal Marblov looked down at his crotch and began reciting something.
It was probably an incantation to invoke divine power.
Soon a brilliant light appeared, and the organ I’d bitten off grew back.
“…Ah.”
I cursed my own stupidity.
It had been a mistake to show my hostility so recklessly.
I should’ve pretended to submit while waiting for a chance.
Regret.
Too late.
The shock of being raped must have kept my mind from working properly.
His cold gaze turned toward me.
“First, we should punish the future saintess for taking matters into her own hands, shouldn’t we?”
Punishment?
My heart sank.
“Fortunately, there are plenty of suitable instruments of punishment nearby.”
He gestured cheerfully toward the men gathered all around us.
“Future saintess—no. Now that the ceremony is over, I’ll call you Saintess. I have a question for you.”
“…W-what is it?”
“Do you enjoy being gang-raped?”
Who in their right mind would enjoy that?
When I shook my head, he gave me a sickening smile.
“What a pity.”
He continued slowly.
“It’s the punishment you’re going to receive, Saintess.”
…This wasn’t over?
The men around us gathered in small groups and each grabbed one of my arms or legs.
One of them even began licking me.
A shiver of revulsion ran through me.
“Ah, ah…”
“Then I hope you have a pleasant night, Saintess.”
I was plunged into despair.