Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

I followed Rosalia into the confessional booth, which was surprisingly spacious inside. The ceiling was high enough that I could stand up without hitting my head on it.”

The interior was simple, with only a single candle and a purple curtain that blocked out the light. The air was thick with the scent of old wood, reminiscent of a centuries-old cathedral.

I sat down on the chair, and Rosalia entered the opposite side of the booth. A candle was lit, and the purple curtains and lattice wall separated us, casting a dim light on Rosalia’s silhouette.

“Ah, young lamb, you have come seeking guidance. Well done.”

Rosalia was kneeling on the floor, her hands clasped together in front of her chest. Although her face was obscured by the shadows, I could sense her calm and serene demeanor.

I leaned back against the wall, feeling a strange sense of comfort despite the wooden exterior. It seemed that some sort of magic had been cast to make the seat feel like a plush sofa.

“Share with me all your troubles and concerns that you have been carrying alone. God will surely forgive you.”

Rosalia’s tone was gentle and soothing, a far cry from her usual demeanor. Her voice was soft and melodious, and her movements were deliberate and calm.

I decided to play along, curious about what she was trying to achieve.

“What kind of troubles can I share, Saint Rosalia?”

“Anything at all.”

“Really, anything?”

There was a slight pause before she replied, “Yes, really anything.”

I could sense a hint of nervousness in her voice, and she added, “I’m sure it’s just a matter of lust, isn’t it? Men need to release their desires regularly, or they become quite… uncomfortable. So, please, do tell. I, as a saint, will forgive you in the name of God.”

I didn’t say anything, but I thought to myself, “I didn’t say anything…”

Just then, a voice whispered, “Shh, this isn’t our business, Equinox. Let’s leave.”

The voice belonged to the demon lord, who had been watching from the sidelines. She quickly disappeared with her sister, sensing that something was amiss.

As for me, I realized that Rosalia had brought me here for a specific reason. The fact that she had changed into a saint’s robes and asked me to come alone in the afternoon were all part of her plan.

I had been suspicious earlier, but now I was certain. Rosalia was up to something, and I was about to find out what.

“I understand. I will confess my sins.”

And I was no longer a person who would be flustered by such situations.

“Yes, please proceed.”

“Saint Rosalia, I feel that you are being too seductive. How should I deal with this?”

“…What?”

A flustered voice came from the other side of the lattice wall. The silhouette was trembling with agitation.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“I mean, the way you’re dressed in a saint’s robes that are barely covering your body, and the way your breasts and hips are visible through the fabric… it’s all very seductive. I think you’re trying to tempt me.”

Rosalia was silent for a while, seemingly unprepared for my response. It seemed that she was not as composed as she appeared.

“…You think I’m being seductive?”

“Yes.”

The silhouette began to move, and a round hole appeared in the lattice wall near my waist. Rosalia’s face appeared in the hole, her mouth open wide.

“Ah, ah…”

The soft yellow light of the candle illuminated the inside of Rosalia’s mouth, making her mucous membrane glow with a seductive red color. Every time the saliva accumulated under her tongue flowed down her throat, her entire mouth seemed to quiver with excitement.

The transparent saliva revealed a pinkish-red lump that was throbbing with excitement. The intention behind her actions was so obvious that even I was taken aback. Rosalia spoke, her voice husky with desire.

“Here… here… let out your sins… and God will surely forgive you…”

“Are you serious, Saint Rosalia?”

Rosalia’s response was to open her mouth even wider, revealing her tongue, which was half-submerged in saliva. She moved her tongue seductively, pushing the accumulated saliva downwards. The transparent liquid flowed over her lips, spilling out of her mouth.

I had no idea what had possessed her to behave like this, but I had no intention of pulling back. I unzipped my pants, and the sound of the zipper made the silhouette tremble.

The candlelight only illuminated her upper body, so I couldn’t see what was happening below. I suddenly wondered how Rosalia was sitting.

Was she sitting with her knees bent and her feet flat on the floor? Or was she sitting with her calves spread wide and her buttocks pressed against the floor? Or was she sitting demurely with her thighs closed and her legs tucked under her? Or was she sitting with her legs spread wide and her body leaning back?

One thing was certain: no matter how she was sitting, she was doing it to suck my penis through the hole. That was all that mattered.

“Ugh…”

I unzipped my pants and inserted my erect penis into the hole. The tip of my penis pressed against her lips, and Rosalia let out a sound of surprise.

But only for a moment, as she began to suck my penis, her lips wrapping around it awkwardly. Her pink lips made a shy kiss on the tip of my penis.

Her lips completely engulfed my penis, and the mucous membrane covered it. Her mouth was pressed against the lattice wall, indicating that she had reached her limit. The rest was up to me.

I paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation of Rosalia sucking my penis like a lollipop. There was a certain charm to her awkwardness.

After a moment, I moved my hips. Her lips slowly descended down the shaft of my penis, past the tongue and the roof of her mouth, until it reached the back of her throat.

“Keh! Cough, cough!”

Rosalia suddenly pulled her head back, coughing several times. Then, she exclaimed in a bewildered tone.

“How much more do you want to put in?! Is there still more?!”

Her saintly demeanor was completely broken, and she looked like she was at a loss.

I calmly replied, “There’s still half left. Look.”

“Half?! You mean there’s still half left?!”

Rosalia looked at my penis, seemingly confirming how much was still left. Then, she said in a tone of exasperation.

“How am I supposed to swallow all of this?! It’s impossible!”

Only Laura and Priscilla would say something like that. Leona and Latina would have no problem swallowing it all.

Of course, even they had their limits at first, but after some practice, they were able to take it all in. Rosalia, on the other hand, seemed to be struggling.

To be honest, I was also wondering how it was possible. But I just thought to myself, “Well, I guess some people are just more talented than others.”

“So, are you going to continue, Saint Rosalia?”

“…”

Rosalia hesitated for a moment, then put her lips back on the tip of my penis. Since I had pressed my hips against the hole, she was able to take the lead this time.

“Ugh… ugh…”

Her lips slowly descended down the shaft of my penis, accompanied by muffled moans. She stopped when she had taken in about half of my penis. Her breathing was ragged, indicating that she was at her limit.

Her warm hands carefully wrapped around the remaining half of my penis.

“Chu… chu… ugh…”

In between, she would occasionally stop and catch her breath, and when she felt more comfortable, she would continue sucking my penis, licking the precum that was dripping from the tip.

“Ha… ha… chuok…”

As time passed, her jaw began to ache, and her sucking pace slowed down. Her front teeth would occasionally touch my penis, and her breathing became more labored.

Despite her clumsiness, she seemed to be trying her best to continue. I didn’t need to hold back, and it seemed like she was about to give up.

“Slowly, it’s going to come…”

“Chuup… yes? Finally…! Ah, ah, I see. Don’t worry, I’ll take it all. Just let it out.”

Rosalia’s voice was filled with excitement, and she seemed to be enjoying herself. Her lips were stimulating my penis, and her hands were moving more quickly.

“Coming… Saint Rosalia!”

“Yes, yes…! Give me your sin…”

Just before I was about to ejaculate, she pulled her mouth away. Through the lattice wall, I could see her silhouette, her face tilted upwards, her tongue outstretched, and her hands holding her mouth.

“Uuuh… uuuh…”

My penis throbbed, and I ejaculated. The white, sticky liquid splattered onto her face, covering it. Although I could only see her silhouette, it was somehow more erotic.

Her pink face was being covered by the white liquid, and I could see it clearly. The liquid splattered onto her nose, cheeks, and lips, and then dripped down to her chin.

“Uuuh… uuuh…”

After the long ejaculation, Rosalia let out a sigh of relief, and I could hear the sound of her cleaning up the liquid. She was licking her hands, and then sucking on her fingers.

“Uuuh…”

Rosalia approached me on her knees, her face still covered in the liquid. She put my penis between her breasts and rubbed it, cleaning off the remaining liquid.

“Is it not enough with just one time?”

“I see you know well. Where did you learn that?”

“Uuuh… that’s… enough. I just knew that your sin was deep. I just guessed.”

Rosalia mumbled an answer and then stood up.

“What kind of mistake have you made to have so much sin, and yet you’re still standing so proudly?”

“Maybe the Saint Rosalia from earlier was too erotic, and now I have even more sin?”

“…This pervert…”

Rosalia muttered to herself, tapping my penis with her fingernail, and then pushed it back. She pulled it out of the hole, and my penis was still covered in saliva from earlier.

“It seems that using my mouth to atone for your sins is not enough… I will use another place instead.”

The lattice wall opened a bit wider, revealing Rosalia’s lower body, which was covered in a thin piece of cloth and stockings with a vertical slit. Her finger slightly moved the ‘cover’ to the side.

Rosalia turned her body and pushed her buttocks towards me through the wall. Her elastic buttocks fit perfectly through the opening, and her wet vagina emitted a sensual aroma.

“Use this place to atone for your sins… please.”

“Is it okay if I don’t look at your face?”

“…It doesn’t matter… uh!”

When my penis touched her vagina, Rosalia was momentarily startled, but she quickly composed herself and continued.

“After all, this is not just a one-time thing…”

That was true.

As I was about to insert my penis into her vagina, I suddenly felt curious. Above her wet vagina, her small anus was gaping open.

I poked my finger into the small hole, and her buttocks quickly swallowed two of my fingers. Her tailbone trembled violently.

“What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!”

As expected, Rosalia’s composure was broken, and she was furious. When I grabbed her buttocks to prevent her from pulling away, she started banging on the lattice wall with her other hand.

“Is this side not allowed, Saint Rosalia? I’ve heard that saints have to maintain their purity, and that sometimes they have to do it from behind.”

“That was part of the plan, but… Ah, no! Not now! Absolutely not! Not now, at least!”

Since I didn’t plan on actually doing it anyway, I calmly pulled my finger out. Instead, I grabbed both of her buttocks firmly. Her elastic flesh fit snugly into my palms.

I moved my hips. Very slowly, much more slowly than when I’m with other people. Even though she had given me a ‘pre-explanation’ and was already wet, suddenly inserting my penis would not be a good idea.

As my penis slowly entered her vagina, Rosalia let out a stifled moan. It seemed like she was biting her lip to hold back her voice.

“Is it… is it all the way in?”

“There’s still a long way to go.”

It had only been about a quarter of the way in.

“It already feels so full…”

Rosalia made a pained expression. I held her buttocks firmly with both hands, preventing her from escaping, and pushed my hips further in. Her moans grew louder.

“Is it already in?”

“Not even halfway.”

“Kk, uuuh… is it all the way in now?”

“Only halfway in now?”

“Eh, hik?! J, just a moment… ah, ah, zzuuk. Is it…?! Kk, hik?!”

When my penis was about 2/3 of the way in, the tip of my penis touched her cervix. At that moment, Rosalia’s reaction changed. Her buttocks began to shake violently, and her vagina tightened around my penis. Her silhouette arched her back and convulsed.

“Did it go in?”

“M, I don’t know… what is this… it’s more intense than masturbation… uh, no… nothing…! Pretend you didn’t hear that…”

Unfortunately, I had already heard everything. I rubbed her buttocks and teased her.

“As you said, to feel this way on the first insertion, you have a remarkable talent, Saint Rosalia.”

“Huh… what’s the point of saying that… uh, one, two…?! It’s not like I’m happy… it’s not like that…?!”

I pulled my hips back a bit, and my penis also withdrew from her vagina. Rosalia arched her back again, as if she had climaxed once more.

“I’ll start moving slowly.”

“You’re going to move? Just a moment… ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”

I thrust my hips back in, and Rosalia climaxed again. She repeated this process, climaxing every time I thrust in or pulled out.

The silhouette that had climaxed four times in just two thrusts was now limp. I asked her, feeling a bit surprised.

“Did you take some kind of medicine while waiting for me?”

“G, that kind of thing… uh, no… not that…”

So, is it really just her natural talent? I thought back to my birthday party, where Priscilla and Laura had whispered to each other that the most innocent-looking nuns were often the most erotic, as if it was a cliché.

Maybe that’s true, I thought, and thrust my penis back in.

Luckily, as time passed, she seemed to get used to it, and although she still let out loud moans and tightened her vagina around my penis, she didn’t climax four times in just two thrusts like she did earlier.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the small confession room, accompanied by the sound of water splashing in the background.

The evidence of her pleasure overflowing from her vagina and the moans that couldn’t be contained in words filled the confession room with an even stronger sense of ecstasy.

I looked down and saw that her buttocks were moving back and forth like a pudding, and every time I squeezed them, they would slightly rise up between my fingers.

I raised my hand and slapped her buttocks.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

The sound of my hand hitting her buttocks was loud and clear. Rosalia’s vagina tightened around my penis, and she looked back at me with a mixture of surprise and anger.

“What are you doing now?!”

I slapped her buttocks again.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Saint Rosalia. It’s not that bad.”

“That’s not the point! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”

My penis thrust into her vagina again, and her vagina tightened around it. Rosalia seemed to have given up on talking and was now focusing on the sensation.

Her white buttocks were slowly getting covered in sweat, and the fluid that was dripping down the wall was slowly seeping into the floor. The air was getting hotter and hotter.

Rosalia didn’t say a word anymore. She just moaned and let out loud gasps for air.

Her vagina was getting looser, but it still tightened around my penis in rhythm. I looked at the sweat droplets that were forming on her back and thrust my penis into her vagina with all my might.

“Rosalia… slowly…”

“Heh, heh, heh, heh…”

Rosalia didn’t respond. She just kept making loud gasping sounds. I squeezed her buttocks tightly, and my penis let out a loud thud as it reached its limit and ejaculated into her vagina.

Her vagina tightened one last time, and Rosalia let out a faint moan, but she couldn’t even do that anymore and just kept making loud gasping sounds.

“Heh, heh, heh, heh…”

The silhouette went limp. As I slowly pulled out my penis, the open vagina closed tightly. The semen that had not been able to enter the vagina dripped down to the floor of the confession room.

“How was it? Do you want to do more, Rosalia?”

There was no response. The silhouette remained still and silent.

“…Rosalia? Saint Rosalia?”

I carefully opened the lattice wall next to the hole and peeked inside.

“…”.

Rosalia was leaning against the support with her eyes rolled back, having fainted.

I picked up her limp body and quickly moved her outside, laying her down on the floor. Rosalia soon regained consciousness, looking unimpressed at having fainted after being ejaculated inside.

“Was it that good?”

“Shut up. Do I need to say it out loud?”

Rosalia punched my chest, and I took it quietly. She continued to hit me for a while before letting out a deep sigh.

“Haaa… I don’t know what to say.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just… I heard something from Priscilla and Laura. Apparently, people like me, nuns or saints, become much more promiscuous once they develop an interest in that sort of thing.”

“Hmm…”

I could see why they might think that, given the image of nuns and saints. Rosalia’s saintly robes, for example, were designed to reflect that fantasy.

“Why are you bringing this up suddenly?”

Rosalia looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment, rubbing her thighs together and glancing at the half-open confession room.

“…Maybe it’s because it might be true?”