I Don't Want To Attack You!

Posted by Bree, Released on December 10, 2022

“What should I do, Priest…?”

It was hot and humid in the summer, and darkness was setting with a cool breeze along the trail of the setting sun.

When most people go home and finish the day. At the center of the city, inside the temple, a secret sin was committed.

In the middle of the wall of the spacious and magnificent cathedral, the visuals of the five gods shine divinely.

The painting of stained glass wrapped around a narrow confessional room.

The priest, Ashur, sat upright in a low-backed chair, staring at the believer with burning eyes through the wooden partition.

Lighted candles in silver candlesticks fluttered over cracks in the diamond-shaped partitions.

Through the gap, the believer’s small red lips moved slowly.

“I fucked a priest.”

“…Fuck?”

“Yes. What you’re thinking is right.”

At that moment, Ashur was embarrassed and gulped down a cough that almost popped out.

The neck, which is exposed over the white collar, moves greatly.

The confessor went on, oblivious to the priest’s embarrassment.

“Even if I think about it a thousand times, it’s a terrible thing to fuck a priest who swears chastity. But it’s him… No, Priest.”

“Did you just swear?”

“…You must have misheard.”

“Don’t sin again in a place of repentance.”

“Sorry. I unknowingly lay profane language in my mouth as I am overwhelmed with my emotions…”
At the firm tone of the priest, the believer did not deny it more and readily admitted her mistake.

“Go ahead.”

“Yes. Where was I?…. Oh, I did fuck a priest, but that wasn’t really what I wanted. The priest was beaten up by me and cried. I was so sorry. But I think I enjoyed it a little bit without realizing it because it was so pretty.….”

Ashur was speechless. The believer spat out an obscene and naked confession.

No, I couldn’t. It was because he was the priest himself that the believer had eaten. I clenched my teeth to recover from the emotional feeling.

It was clear that the believer would recognize his voice if he spoke any longer.

Ashur was truly uncomfortable and feeling absurd with the current situation. But on the other hand, he was curious about what the believer would say.

I was nervous at the thought of what the woman who had stolen the virginity I had kept for 20 years would think of me.

Ashur stared at her lips, waiting for the next words to follow.

“It was all for the priest that I ate. If it wasn’t for my sacrifice, magnetic devices modeled after the priest’s penis would be sold throughout the continent by now.”

“…”

However, the answer that came back was an absurd self-justification.

On Ashur’s face, what could be called an emotion disappeared.

“…”

“In other words, I have prevented the priest from becoming a crisis machine.”

Ashur almost tore off the partition in an instant.

I wanted to ask the believer why the story continues like that.

I managed to control my urges with faith.

The believer wiped her face with two small white hands.

“But the problem is…”

The believer, who continued to speak without interruption, suddenly changed the atmosphere and paused.

“I thought I would just have to eat it once, but that damn elephant won’t disappear.”

“…”

“I think I will have to sneak into the priest’s room where he is sleeping today… Will God forgive me for this?”

Ashur fell into the most difficult test since he was an ordained priest.

Should I report to the guards there’s a believer who dares to attack me in the middle of the night?

If so, the contents of the confessions performed in the confessional room must be disclosed.

This is a toxic sin. A priest presiding over the Sacrament of Confession should understand the heart of a repentant believer and help them to rid themselves of their sins and enjoy complete freedom as children of God.

Through the cracks in the partition, I could see the believer sighing lightly.

‘…You don’t seem to have any regrets.’

Normally, Ashur would have made a calm decision according to the doctrine. But for some reason, his judgment was clouded when he got involved with that believer. While Ashur was quietly suffering, the believer spoke first.

“You don’t have to pray. I didn’t come here because I wanted to be forgiven. I just wanted to tell someone about my unfair and pitiful situation. Sorry for using confession like this. Then may God bless you.”

“Ah, I…!”

The believer left the confessional room after saying only what she wanted to say.

Ashur reflexively called out to the believer, but the believer did not hear it and closed the door.

The arms that were outstretched in the air, holding only the air, fell.

“…What’s wrong with me?”

It was a sheer impulse that he tried to reach the believer.

My head didn’t even give an order, but my body moved on its own. It’s good that the believer didn’t hear the voice, but if I had asked what was going on, she would have been dumbfounded. Then my identity would have been revealed.

“Come to think of it, I’m not the one who has to hide.”

He was a victim. I need to be proud because I didn’t commit a crime.

Ashur reflected on his embarrassing behavior a moment ago and frowned.

A light sigh leaks out between smooth lips without a single break.

As my body relaxed and my head tilted back a little, I saw the closed square wooden ceiling.

Dozens of candles hanging from the wall illuminated the thick eyelashes, high nose bridge, and lips like a young rose.

His eyes were fixed on the intricate carvings of the ceiling, but what he saw was the believer’s face.

Dark hair, dripping with sweat, fell on his white forehead.

Ashur felt the displeasure he couldn’t understand and quietly opened his mouth.

“Hot.”