Chapter 339 – The Fallen Saint (5)
Shoot ah-
Rain is pouring down
Vivian, wearing thin underwear, groped his hand in the dark to pull back the curtains and open the window.
The old grate opened with a creaking sound – and the damp early morning air leaked in.
She opened her nostrils wide and inhaled the scent.
It smells of grass, mud, and water.
It’s still.
There was only the sound of rain.
I can’t hear the screaming nun’s prayers, the panting breath of the believers who climbed on top of the nun, or the sound of their skin clashing against each other.
All I hear in my ears is the sound of raindrops crashing.
Felt good. I feel at ease. It’s very short-lived.
The sky will be overcast today.
I couldn’t feel the warmth of the sun on my cheeks at all.
I looked through her window with her hand outstretched. Raindrops hit the back of my hand.
Turning her hand over, this time she collected raindrops in her palm.
She shook the rainwater full of her palms, and then she turned her hand over and poured the rainwater out.
What color is the sky now?
Yellowish green? Blue? Or is it achromatic-?
Shaking off the water from her hands, she took off her underwear and changed into her nun’s uniform.
The bumpy seam tickles the shoulder blades. The feeling of the fabric touching the skin is stiff and uncomfortable today.
I groped her toes for her shoes. I tucked her foot in and fiddled with her and got up from my seat.
She fumbled her hand in the air and stood in front of the small mirror above her drawer.
Even though she didn’t see herself in the mirror- she looked in the mirror, tidying up her hair and adjusting her dress.
This way she would look a little more human-what she used to do has now become a habit.
She slapped both cheeks and tried to smile.
Laugh- Laugh, Vivian. You should laugh
She picked up the cane that was parked in the doorway and she opened the door and came out.
Hello Vivian. Good morning-?
The nuns walking through the hallway greet Vivian.
A tone that trembled strangely, as if it were welcome but uncomfortable.
Maybe you’re laughing
The corners of her mouth must have gone up. Her eyes would have been folded, and her cheeks would have been dimpled.
Even if you can’t see it – Vivian could tell.
But her eyes won’t be smiling.
You’ll be sweeping her up and down her.
You’re still clean-, only you…
Thinking like that
Still, Vivian struggled to smile.
She answered with the same smile she had in front of the mirror.
Hey, did you sleep well too?
Graham-
A nun, who answered her roughly, passes her.
Look at her smile Isn’t it gross?
Look in the mirror, I’m a little scared to be honest.
Hey, how can you look in the mirror when you can’t even see?
There are whispering voices coming from somewhere.
Vivian, who stopped for a moment, pretended not to hear, and walked along the hallway.
Tak- Tak- Tak-
The cane hits the hallway. Between the sounds – a voice is heard.
The sound of tongue-clicking, the sound of ridicule-.
The voices resonate in the chest.
Among them, Vivian was a bitch.
Thank you bitch-.
It was unexpectedly frequent that he gave himself up to the believers and was beaten.
It wasn’t uncommon for men to be devoured by lust and transformed into beasts.
Vivian healed those nuns.
On that part, they were clearly expressing her gratitude to her.
But Vivian maintained the virginity of her body, the kind she had never accepted a man before.
Only Vivian.
She said it came as a huge loss to her other nuns.
Rather, if all the nuns around me were unhappy, I would cry and comfort them and cheer them up. There is a real nun over there who doesn’t spread her legs.
Tak- Tak- Tak-
With her head down, Vivian walked through the whispering nuns—walking alone in the dark—to reach the dining room.
After catching her breath, she opened the door and entered – a savory smell tickled the tip of her nose.
The smell of steamed potatoes -.
There is a rumbling sound from the stomach. I feel like my stomach is twisting.
Hungry-
Even until she fell asleep, she just wanted to fall asleep like this and never wake up… Was it just childishness?
Vivian was served potatoes, sat down, chewed and swallowed.
She was a little undercooked, but she was edible.
I must have given it half-ripe on purpose.
The voice of the nun who served her food was not very favorable, so it’s probably certain-.
As she opened her mouth to take another bite, a familiar voice came through the chattering nuns’ voices.
“Hello.”
“Ah, is it a new investigation?”
“Yes, this is Seojun. Ha Seo-joon.”
“Oh, you look good. I wish you well. Even if it’s a nun, there’s nothing big about monks. Now, let’s start with dinner.”
She didn’t even have to search for her memories. It’s the voice I heard yesterday.
Among the nuns, she said, there was one she fell in love with—she did—that man.
He is the man who has been looking for his confession room where no one is looking. So he remembered.
The words he said were etched in his memory.
But is that man suddenly a monk? I didn’t look that faithful…
“So? Why did you decide to take refuge in the Holy Ghost?”
“Hmm···. That’s a little difficult to say.”
Vivian choked for a long time as potato crumbs caught in her throat.
“···Is it so? Well, it can be Let me know if you change your mind later. I’m curious.”
That man-
Could it be that he came to meet the nun he liked? For some reason, she had a gut feeling that it might be right.
“Uh- are you okay?”
But suddenly, someone whispers in my ear.
It was the man’s voice…
Surprised, Vivian jumped up from her seat.
“Crane-! Yes, yes…?”
“You’ve been coughing too hard. Here, have some water.”
“Ah, uh- go, thank you.”
Vivian slowly groped her hand in the direction where his voice came from, in the misty pitch black.
Maybe it was to keep his hand from getting twisted and spilling the water cup.
Oh-
Their fingertips touched each other.
No- he squeezed her hand and handed her a glass of water.
“That-don’t get me wrong. Your eyes are uncomfortable. So just…”
“No···. Until you need to apologize-“
There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment between the two.
“Then, enjoy your meal.”
“…Yes, the monk too.”
“This is Seojun. Ha Seo-joon.”
“I am Vivian.”
Low laughter -.
The man said
“I know, Sister Vivian.”
The man let go and went back to his seat.
Vivian felt the glass in her hand slither.
He brought it to his snout and sipped.
The water was cold.
The food that was stuck in my throat went down coolly.
Opening his mouth, he bit the potato again.
“`
Arriving at her confessional, Vivian opened her Bible.
There were some who scolded her for why she was carrying around something she couldn’t read anyway, but she couldn’t help the nun memorize her scriptures.
If you put her hand on her line and bring your hand to the smudge of her ink – she could read more or less.
I studied hard, moving her fingers along the shapes of her letters.
Kiik-
In the midst of reading her Bible – someone entered her confessional room.
“Hello. Sister.”
“Ah, hello.”
It’s that guy again
It was a little disconcerting.
She couldn’t believe it, because she didn’t think that even after she became a monk, she would come to the confessional.
“Sister-. Can we start talking?”
She quietly covered the Bible she was holding in her hand.
In fact, in the confessional room, each other’s status is meaningless. If he came to confess – he had to listen. That was dory
“···Please speak. I will listen.”
The man started talking.
“Do you remember the story I told you the other day?”
“…There’s a nun you like.”
“Yes yes···! You remember.”
It seemed strangely excited.
Wondering if that would be something to be happy about, Vivian fiddled with his fingers for no reason.
“Actually-, this time I became an apprentice monk.”
“···Okay. You did a great job.”
“No···. But the important thing is-. It’s not that I took refuge because I had faith in the Holy Ghost.”
Vivian pursed his lips.
Somehow I thought I knew what he was going to say next.
“I am···. That- disrespectfully, I want to see him even a little bit more-. So he became a believer in the Holy Church…”
“···Hmm.”
It was honest – and that too -.
Vivian didn’t bruise him. Instead, he only told the truth.
Let the man give up false expectations. To get out of this hell.
“You won’t get anything in return. A person who takes refuge in the Holy Ghost—can never have someone else in mind.”
“I know that, but-.”
The man was silent after answering that.
[Ah- the believer’s place, that’s okay…!]
As expected, a female voice began to be heard from the confessional next door.
Vivian only patted his cheeky knee as his face turned red.
An uncomfortable silence followed.
Because of that, it seemed that the strange noise coming from the side was getting louder.
To make matters worse, even groans erupted from other places.
This was the start of the ‘Sacrament of Confession’ in earnest.
The Sacrament of Confession is allowed only to those who donated a considerable amount of money to the Holy Church.
They defiled—and defiled—the nuns, the symbol of chastity, in order to get rid of their lust.
And there he found indulgences.
[Sister’s pussy is so delicious…! Whoop whoop-]
[Haeung- Please spit out the original sin Shindo-nim-, please put that burning original sin inside of me…!]
Vivian bit her lip.
What would that man think?
Maybe she was laughing at what she just said.
“Actually, it doesn’t matter if I don’t get anything in return.”
“···Yes?”
However, the words that came out of the man’s mouth were not of that tone.
The voice was low and serious. There was no lightness at all.
“I think I like him too much to want something in return. Just looking at them-, just the moment they are together makes me happy.”
The man said so.
Vivian pursed his lips.
What expression is he making now? I had such a question.
The man left the confessional saying he had to prepare for the christening.
Left alone again, Vivian opened his Bible and read his writings with his fingertips.
The gate didn’t come into my head today.
No, it’s been like that for a long time.
Ha-
A sigh came out.
Vivian closed his eyes and prayed.
Forgive me for my troubles-,
Please-
