Chapter 4
Aria sat on the edge of the bed in her solitary cell, staring into space with hollow eyes.
Her once-glossy black hair and intelligent black eyes had both lost their luster.
She regretted not escaping when she had the chance.
Even if it meant losing an arm or a leg, she should have run.
Even if she’d been ready to die, she should at least have tried.
Over the past few weeks, she had learned firsthand that a life worse than death could exist.
Though she wore a thick clerical robe, her body still shivered with cold.
Being toyed with day and night was a trial beyond anything she could have imagined.
Pleasure forced upon her by others, rather than sought of her own will, had left Aria with overwhelming shame and deep scars upon her sense of self.
She hated it.
How cruel this situation was.
How powerless she was to resist in a woman's body.
Even a bird trapped in a cage would be treated better than this.
At least it wouldn’t be subjected to sexual torture.
During the baptism ceremony, Aria had lost her virginity without putting up any meaningful resistance.
No, she had resisted.
‘I bit off Cardinal Marblov’s dick.’
But it hadn’t been an effective form of resistance.
If anything, it had only fueled the cardinal’s sadism.
He’d held a grudge over what Aria had done and given the clergy an order.
To gang-rape the saintess.
It wasn’t a reasonable order, but they began raping Aria without the slightest hesitation.
As a result, Aria lost consciousness and came to countless times.
The saintess’s frail body couldn’t withstand sex with so many men.
If there was a hell, was this it?
Once their little feast began, it went on until the night was nearly over.
Stop it.
Make it stop.
Don’t.
No matter how fiercely she screamed in desperation, they only laughed as if they were enjoying themselves and thrust their cocks into her.
Every so often, they slapped her or punched her in the stomach.
Unlike when she’d been a man, even the slightest blow felt like a major impact now that she was a woman.
It hurt so much. It was so miserable.
She stopped screaming.
Bitterness welled up inside her at the wretchedness of her situation.
Did anyone think she’d chosen to go through this?
Why was she suffering like this when she’d been living an ordinary life in the real world?
She resented the author.
She resented the mysterious being who’d brought her into this world.
At the same time, she resented herself for adding such a revolting novel to her favorites.
Aria began to sob over her miserable reality.
When she started crying, they seemed to grow even more aroused and tormented her cruelly.
The gang rape ended only when her entire body was covered in semen and she’d lost all feeling in her lower half.
……Could she really call it the end?
Perhaps it had only been the beginning.
Father Ronin and the other cult officials had been tormenting Aria, their saintess, day in and day out. Though she’d resisted fiercely at first, her will had gradually begun to fade with time.
And now, her mind was on the verge of collapse.
She knew her own condition well.
She couldn’t take any more.
It would make sense to escape before her mind suffered permanent damage, but……
Aria couldn’t escape.
She reached up to feel her neck.
A soft black fabric encircled it.
The black choker around her neck.
It was a gift from the cardinal at the end of the baptism ceremony, designed to discharge electricity if Aria went too far from the cathedral.
I have to hand it to them for their thoroughness in preventing me from escaping.
With brains like that, they could’ve studied theology instead. What a bunch of underhanded bastards.
She had actually tried to escape several times, only to lose consciousness each time.
Every time, they’d subjected her to sexual torture under the pretext of punishment.
Despite herself, Aria remembered the sex from the previous night.
The men who’d frantically devoured her private parts.
And herself, making nothing but groaning noises like a doll with its strings cut.
It wasn’t just last night.
It was every day.
Every day, every day, every day, she was impaled on a cock.
No wonder they called her the cult’s surrogate saintess.
Ha ha. What a shitty story.
Just look at these priests, men who supposedly served a god, lusting after their saintess.
The saintess alone couldn’t possibly satisfy their rampant sexual appetites.
At this point, even a rutting monkey might know when to back off.
It was painful that no amount of complaining could improve her situation.
“It was hard. Really hard.”
Thinking about what had happened last night made her lower abdomen tingle.
Like a boy who got hard at a lewd thought, her lower belly had begun to throb of its own accord.
It was clearly a strange symptom.
Lately, she wondered if her body had become far too sensitive.
After being touched so much by the priests, it was only natural that her senses had grown more acute.
If she kept living like this, what would become of her body?
Would she be so overwhelmed by pleasure that she couldn’t even go about her daily life?
Nausea rose up in her throat.
If only she weren’t so beautiful, she might not have suffered such a horrid fate.
Anyone who heard that might have called it a first-world problem, but to her, her beauty was pain. It was a curse.
Aria’s lovely appearance only stoked the cult members’ lust for her and brought her no other advantage.
She’d even steeled herself and tried to burn her face with fire.
There couldn’t be many crazy bastards willing to embrace a woman whose face had been disfigured.
The fact that there were some was the black comedy of it all.
‘They healed it right away with holy power or whatever.’
She’d never hated the convenient powers of a fantasy world more than she did then.
After burning her face once, Aria never tried it again. A few furious priests had joined forces and forced her to climax for an entire day straight.
Even now, the memory made her hands and feet tremble.
‘N-no, I don’t want to go any further—hiiik!’
‘Eeegh, ah, haa, ngh.’
‘Ah, ah, ah.’
No matter how much she cried and begged, they showed her no mercy.
That moment had been so painful, it was a wonder her mind hadn’t been destroyed.
Do you know what it feels like to stop being yourself?
At least Aria could roughly understand what that felt like.
How had the protagonist of the original story endured this shit?
‘Ah, he hadn’t endured it. He’d been completely feminized and corrupted.’
Suddenly, laughter spilled from Aria’s lips.
It was an empty laugh.
* * *
"As a saintess who follows the Goddess of Eros, you must lovingly embrace everyone."
Here we go again.
Aria bit her lip against the pain and strange pleasure in her crotch, yet still answered back to the priest’s blathering.
"There’s only so much bullshit I can take, hngh, ngh."
Of course, most of the time she couldn’t finish arguing and could only let out moans.
The potbellied priest gave her a revolting smile and licked the tips of her soft, full breasts.
A tingling current seemed to run through her breasts, and Aria twisted her body.
"What the saintess lacks is compassion for others. That boundless generosity that embraces and comforts them. Didn’t you receive thorough instruction from Father Ronin?"
Father Ronin had taught her compassion?
All he’d taught her was that pleasure, when repeated without end, became pain.
"When did he ever teach me compassion... ah, ah. Th-that... ah."
Though she tried to argue with the priest, waves of pleasure swept over her body, leaving her unable to put up even the slightest resistance.
"Hngh. As expected, the saintess’s pussy is as tight as her personality! Even after all the men you’ve been through, you’re still this tight!"
"Hngh. Sh-shut up!"
It was laughable that she couldn’t even properly refute his vulgar words.
In truth, Aria’s body was even now approaching the bliss of climax.
"Mmm, ah, haa."
Aria had been struggling to hold back her moans as she floundered in intense pleasure, but once again her body shuddered.
How many minutes passed like that?
She felt lukewarm fluid scatter inside her.
He’d ejaculated.
"The saintess’s pussy is always a delight to use."
Bullshit.
Is that a line from some porn comic?
She felt like she might go crazy from the shame.
The potbellied priest laboriously pulled his body back.
As the cock that had pierced Aria slid out, thick, pale semen like gruel trickled down her perineum.
"Ah, ngh."
It was an almost involuntary moan.
Startled by the unexpected sound, Aria covered her face with both hands and turned away. The priest felt a strange sense of conquest at the sight.
Her disheveled hair, her flushed body, her vacant eyes.
The priest gazed in admiration at the saintess, who remained beautiful even after being so thoroughly defiled.
Wasn’t she beautiful enough to be the very embodiment of beauty?
The saintess Aria was a blessing the Goddess of Eros had bestowed upon the cult.
Seeing the saintess pant and catch her breath made the potbellied priest’s lust surge again.
The priest moved the saintess into the missionary position.
When it seemed their sex, which she’d thought was over, was about to continue, Aria turned pale and shook her head.
"S-stop. If you go any further, I-I’ll lose it."
Her body was utterly exhausted.
Her crotch was numb from being penetrated so many times, and she was terribly thirsty, as if she’d lost too much fluid.
But the lust-filled priest paid no heed to Aria’s words.
Rape had become part of her daily life.
When he was done, the potbellied priest left the room.
Aria lay blankly on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
At last, a little rest.
One of the few moments when she didn’t have to rub bodies with those detestable men.
Click.
Before long, an unwelcome guest entered.
A man with brown hair parted neatly to one side.
Father Ronin.
He’d brought a tray loaded with various dishes.
“Saintess, I’ve brought you something to eat.”
“……I don’t want to eat.”
She’d just swallowed semen, so her stomach already felt heavy.
There was no way she had an appetite.
“I went to the trouble of bringing it. Please have at least a little.”
His insufferable kindness made her sick.
After gaslighting me with all that talk of ‘correction,’ are you going to pretend to be kind?
I knocked the tray he’d brought aside and shouted.
“Get out!”
Crash!
The bowls of food toppled onto the floor with a loud clatter.
“……What a waste.”
He didn’t look the least bit sorry.
Father Ronin’s eyes were filled with delight.
As if Aria’s ruin were the most entertaining game imaginable.
Aria hated that look.
She hated that look of someone wishing for her destruction so much it made her shudder.
“I understand you have no intention of eating. In that case……”
He took off his belt.
It was painfully obvious what he was going to do.
What else could it be but sex?
Aria recoiled in horror.
“P-please, let me rest! We just finished……”
“Weren’t you the one who refused the meal, Saintess?”
“I’ll eat, I’ll eat, so please.”
Father Ronin pointed at the porridge and meat scattered on the floor with his index finger and said,
“Then eat.”
“……What?”
“Don’t you want to?”
He didn’t give a thought to her human dignity.
She wanted to ask him why he was doing this to her.
What had she done wrong?
“……I’ll eat.”
But Aria obeyed without saying a word in protest.
It meant she’d be punished less.
It meant she’d suffer less.
She picked up the food scattered across the floor and ate it.
Father Ronin watched Aria, then moved his hand toward her crotch.
At the touch stroking the skin of her vulva, Aria flinched and looked up at Ronin.
“Y-you said you wouldn’t……”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
Because of Ronin’s whim, Aria had to endure another painful ordeal.