Wandering through the unique academy, Ryou cast an appreciative gaze at the surrounding scenery.
The academy, enclosed by tall walls, covered a vast area, and its interior was exquisitely decorated.
A row of neatly planted cherry blossom trees lined the road, and it was the season when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.
A gentle breeze blew, causing pink petals to fall like a shower of snow.
Along the way, he encountered several beautiful girls, all dressed in white nun uniforms, with elegant demeanors and striking beauty.
The scene before him resembled the highest level of a beautiful painting.
He nodded in satisfaction, pleased with the academy into which he had poured so much effort.
Of course, his motivation wasn't some perverted notion of a girls' academy as a disguised harem reserve.
The primary reason was that this academy was crucial to his grand plan of faith.
He needed to cultivate true battlefield angels—those who could create holy shrouds, use basic healing magic, and represent the image of the Church.
As for how to extract magic power in this world of Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress, where no great source of magic power existed...
Naturally, the all-powerful magic crystal would suffice.
Although he could have had Jeanne teach the method of extracting lesser source magic power from one's life force, he decided against it after some thought.
He had to control the core. Only something that couldn't be imitated by others could be considered a miracle.
To create the holy shroud and use healing magic, one had to be bathed in divine grace. Heretics, however, were simply out of luck.
The female students of this academy were naturally part of his faith-plundering plan.
Every girl admitted to the academy had undergone a rigorous selection process.
Firm belief was one aspect, a strong aptitude for magic was another, and, besides that, appearance was also a factor.
After all, those representing the face of the church couldn't be too shabby.
The only slightly lenient criterion was age, which ranged from eight to eighteen years old.
On one hand, it was a matter of malleability; on the other, although the holy vows of permanent chastity weren't required, the girls entering the academy had to be chaste.
After strict selection, the girls in this academy were all elites among elites.
At the time of enrollment, the academy's generous conditions had attracted more than ten thousand applicants, but in the end, fewer than a hundred were admitted.
Not only the female students but all teachers and staff here were also women.
It was practically an upgraded version of a noble girls' school, Tokiwadai Middle School from another world.
The academy was commonly referred to as a nunnery school, but its official name was Saint Raphael's Girls' Academy, with the Holy Maiden herself serving as the headmistress.
It's just that, if others knew that the headmistress of this academy, which symbolized purity, had been completely deflowered by a certain someone, they might not know what to think.
After passing through several buildings, Ryou finally reached his destination: a newly built grand cathedral.
This grand cathedral was not only where collective masses were held but also where large gatherings of the academy took place.
He entered through a side door without alerting anyone.
In the empty church, a figure was quietly kneeling before the Cross, in a posture of prayer. Who else could it be but Jeanne?
Ryou made no sound as he slowly walked over, coming to her side.
Perhaps due to her deep devotion, Jeanne didn't notice his approach at all.
Even though Jeanne's sensory abilities were almost supernatural, with almost no assassins able to sneak up on her, she didn't notice him, who was now so close.
Jeanne wasn't wearing the luxurious ceremonial dress from that day, nor her usual silver armor; she was simply dressed in a plain white nun's habit.
Jeanne's full figure couldn't be concealed even by the loose-fitting habit.
As Ryou approached from behind, Jeanne, kneeling before the Cross, arched her already full hips even more due to her posture, making the habit stretch tight. The full curves were vividly outlined just by sight.
He felt his mouth go dry, as dark desires surged within him like a volcanic eruption.
To corrupt the sacred and brand it as his own!
However, he didn't immediately pounce on her like a wolf.
It wasn't out of reverence for God; he simply wanted to etch this pure and sacred image deeply into his mind. When this purity fell under him, the extreme contrast would be explosively satisfying.
Ryou's patience was rewarded.
When he moved to Jeanne's side, he was stunned by the beauty before him.
The soft sunlight filtered through the cathedral's stained-glass windows, gently casting a colorful halo on her face.
Her expression was peaceful and serene, like a sculpture in slumber, yet no sculptor could ever create such a beautiful statue.
If, on the night of the ceremony, the drunken Jeanne had seemed like a powerful female Pope, then today, in her defenseless state, she was showing a side more sacred than an angel before him.
My Jeanne is as beautiful as a painting.
Ryou began to understand the true meaning of this phrase.
If it were an ordinary person, they might feel guilty for harboring evil thoughts in the face of such a sacred Jeanne.
But he felt no guilt at all; instead, the flames of desire in his heart burned even hotter.
Yet, he still didn't disturb her.
The thought of this pure and sacred beauty soon being tainted by him made him so excited that he could hardly control himself.
And the time spent waiting for the ripest fruit was accumulating the most delicious flavor, like wine—the longer it is stored, the more fragrant it becomes.
After a full hour, Jeanne slowly emerged from her state of prayer.
At that moment, she suddenly felt another presence. Before she could react, a warm body had already embraced her.
"It's you!"
Jeanne instinctively wanted to resist but found that it was Ryou holding her. Her initial resistance stopped.
In just that brief moment of hesitation, she had lost her best chance to fight back.
He tightly hugged Jeanne's body, savoring the contours of her figure beneath the thin habit as his hands roamed her ample body.
With one hand groping the fullness of her behind and the other holding the back of her head, he prevented her from moving easily.
Then, he kissed her forcefully, savagely plundering her sweet-smelling tongue.
Perhaps because she had already tasted the forbidden fruit, Jeanne's pale, delicate face soon turned a deep red, and her eyes became moist and dazed, as if she were drunk.
For a moment, compared to that night, the roles of the two seemed to have completely reversed.
Jeanne appeared weak and vulnerable, while Ryou became strong and dominant.
Only after he had thoroughly enjoyed himself did he slightly loosen his grip on Jeanne, though his wandering hands never stopped caressing her.
"Ah~"
As soon as Ryou released Jeanne's lips, an ambiguous moan escaped from her throat.
It took Jeanne a long time to regain her composure.
Facing his teasing gaze, Jeanne suppressed her shyness and questioned him.
"Ryou! What, what were you doing just now!? This is a girls' school; how did you get in here!?"
Ryou shrugged.
"Of course, I just walked in. As for what I was doing? Wasn't I doing you?"
Ryoug answered with an innocent look as if saying, "Aren't you asking the obvious?"
Jeanne was so furious she almost spat blood on the spot.
"Ryou! You scoundrel! You... you pervert! Mmph!"
Question: How does one deal with an angry lamb?
Answer: Seal her lips.
That's exactly what Ryou did, and soon Jeanne could only let out a series of muffled, ambiguous sounds.
"Wa-wait, at least not here..."
Finally, during a brief pause, Jeanne managed to catch her breath and softly pleaded.
"Alright, as you wish."
With a mischievous smile, Ryou scanned the surroundings and quickly came up with an idea.
He half-supported, half-forced Jeanne into the corner of the church.
There, a small structure resembling a telephone booth appeared before them—a confessional booth, a necessary feature of any church.
A sense of impending doom immediately rose in Jeanne's heart.
"Ryou! You... you don't mean to—"
"As expected of my woman, you're smart."
Ryou praised her with a smile.
"Wait, no! You can't!"
Jeanne tried to resist, but her body, under his influence, became as soft as a puddle of mud. Before long, he had forcibly pulled her into the booth.
The confessional booth was extremely small, barely one or two square meters in size, making it difficult for the two of them to turn around once inside.
However, this enclosed space only made him more excited.
And this environment, akin to a confinement play, caused Jeanne's breathing to quicken.
"Wait! Ryou! Not here!"
Jeanne tried to suppress her rising desire, placing her hands behind her to stop his actions.
"Heh~ You say that, but your body is being quite honest~"
Ryou chuckled softly as he forcibly lifted the hem of Jeanne's white nun's habit.
His hands were already working revealing the soft flesh of her stomach. Jeanne gasped as he traced his fingers lightly over her skin, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.
Ryou's hands moved lower, teasingly brushing against her bare thighs, she couldn't help but give into the temptation any longer.
Jeanne closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan as Ryou's fingers touched her intimately. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, pressing against her from all sides. His hands were skilled, teasing and caressing her in all the right places. His fingers found their way to her core, teasing and probing gently. Jeanne arched her back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Jeanne opened her eyes, looking into Ryou's eyes. Ryou slid his fingers inside her, causing Jeanne to cry out in pleasure. She gripped the wooden armrests of the confessional booth, her knuckles white with the effort of keeping quiet. Ryou's rhythm was perfect, driving her higher and higher until she thought she would explode.
As their passion reached its peak, Ryou's fingers moved faster, and harder, pushing her over the edge. She arched her back, letting out a long, low moan that echoed through the confessional booth.
She gave herself over to the sensation of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She cried out as her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm, her fingers digging into the wooden armrests. For a moment, there was silence in the confessional booth. Then, Ryou let out a long, satisfied sigh. He withdrew his fingers from her, slowly pulling away from her body.
"You are so beautiful."
Ryou leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss. Jeanne melted into his embrace, returning his kiss with equal fervor.
Their tongues danced together, exploring every inch of each other's mouths. Jeanne's hands traced the lines of Ryou's muscular back, her fingernails lightly scratching his skin. Ryou moaned softly, his hand finding its way to her breast, teasing the nipple.
Soon, the small wooden booth began to shake, accompanied by the sound of soft, weeping-like moans from within.
...
Finally, after the storm had passed.
Inside the confessional booth, Ryou sat on the wooden bench while Jeanne lay limp against him, her pale cheeks still flushed with a lingering redness.
Jeanne felt as if all the bones in her body had turned to jelly, making her not even want to lift a finger.
The confessional booth, originally a place for the faithful to confess their sins to a priest, had now been used by him as a place for lovemaking. This drove Jeanne insane!
The intense sense of betrayal gnawed at her soul like a venomous snake. Yet, amidst the inner torment, a strange sense of pleasure welled up within her.
Jeanne felt she was deeply sinful, for she had experienced an intense feeling just moments ago.
'May the Lord forgive my sinful soul!'
Jeanne could only pray silently in her heart, feeling she no longer had the right to blame Ryou.
Just as the two were resting and preparing to leave, footsteps suddenly echoed outside the confessional booth.
Jeanne's heart nearly stopped from fear.
If someone discovered that she, the esteemed headmistress, was hiding in the sacred church to engage in illicit activity with none other than the ruler of the land, the figure worshiped as a living god by the people, Jeanne couldn't even begin to imagine the consequences.
Sensing Jeanne's body suddenly stiffening, Ryou flashed a wicked grin.
He wasn't at all worried about being discovered; he could easily use his primordial runes to conceal both of them. But his mischievous nature got the better of him, and he didn't warn Jeanne.
Seeing Jeanne in such a panicked state was simply too amusing.
The footsteps slowly approached the confessional booth.
Ryou could feel Jeanne's body tremble slightly with each step the person took. As the footsteps grew closer, Jeanne's trembling became more pronounced, and she instinctively held her breath.
At the moment when Jeanne was nearly despairing...
The footsteps stopped outside the confessional booth, followed by the sound of a door opening. The person had entered the adjacent confessional room.
Jeanne's face immediately showed a look of relief.
The structure of the confessional was simple: on one side was the priest's room, where Ryou and Jeanne had entered. On the other side was the room for the faithful to confess their sins to the priest.
The two rooms were separated by a wooden partition with a small rectangular opening to allow sound to pass through.
Hearing the person enter the adjacent room, a bold and crazy idea suddenly sprang to his mind.
A clear, melodious voice came through the small opening.
"Lord, I have sinned!"
The person had come to confess.
Jeanne's face showed a look of surprise, but what shocked her even more was still to come.
Ryou's burning hand once again caressed her body!
Feeling the hem of her nun's habit being forcibly lifted, Jeanne instinctively covered her mouth with her hand.
With only a thin wooden partition between them, Ryou was actually...
Jeanne bit her lip to suppress her shame, trying to futilely stop his mischief with one hand while focusing her attention on the other side, terrified of being discovered.
Through the wooden partition, the voice on the other side, filled with guilt, continued.
"I... I have fallen in love with Theresa..."
"Ah~"
At that moment, Jeanne could no longer hold back, and a coquettish cry escaped her lips.
Jeanne never imagined that her lover would be so bold.
"Who's there!?"
The voice immediately became alert.
Jeanne bit down on her lip hard, and hearing the person's inquiry, she quickly came up with an idea. She fought back the shame and the rising desire, and in as calm a voice as possible, she answered.
"It's me."
"Lady Jeanne!?"
Now it was the girl on the other side who was terrified.
What could be more shocking than secretly confessing and getting caught red-handed by the headmistress herself?
Ryou, seeing Jeanne's shy and embarrassed demeanor, couldn't help but smile wickedly.
"Ah~"
Jeanne let out another soft cry, but quickly thought on her feet and said, "Today, ngh~ there is no, no headmistress, only, ngh~ the Shepherd of the Lord, and His lamb. You, huff huff, may speak to me about your troubles~"
Jeanne was enduring the assault from behind while trying to keep her voice as normal as possible.
Despite her best efforts to conceal it, the broken sentences and the strange, seductive tone made the girl on the other side suspicious.
"Lady Jeanne, are you alright?"
"I'm fine! It's just... I have a bit of a cold!"
Jeanne quickly replied.
"Oh."
The girl seemed to accept this explanation without suspicion.
After all, no one would ever imagine that, just on the other side of the thin wooden partition, the saintly headmistress, revered by the students and the people of Yokosuka alike, was secretly engaging in such an act in this holy place.
The white nun's habit was pulled up to her waist, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.
If the girl on the other side saw Jeanne in her current state, her jaw would surely drop.