Warrior Training System - Chapter 448

Chapter 448: Sin against the lord? (R-18)
“How are you doing, sir?” Brigid asked the bishop standing at the door, keeping order among those waiting to confess. She was one of them, though today it felt far more awkward than usual—after all, she’d be confessing to her own grandmother. Still, the weight pressing on her chest wouldn’t ease unless she spoke it out.

Since childhood, confession had always brought her relief. So she waited patiently, shifting from foot to foot as the person ahead of her entered the chamber.

“I’m well, my lady,” the bishop replied politely. “And you?”

Brigid let out a slow sigh. “Not so much,” she admitted. First, her entire unit had been wiped out by the Nastelok. Then, she’d somehow ended up as a slave to an outsider—and worse, one so talented in bed that she feared, if things went on, she’d willingly become his slave anyway.

“Don’t worry,” the bishop said gently, smiling. “The Lord’s ways are mysterious, but they always lead to happiness in the end—even if the road there is a hard one.”

He paused for a moment, then added, “Weren’t you assigned to lead a team into a crack recently?”

“Yes,” Brigid said with a small smile. “It’s a great opportunity.”

And it truly was. A crack in the world was exactly what it sounded like—a spatial rupture leading to another place outside their world. Not teleportation, but a full passage into another realm. Even if only fragments of those worlds were accessible, they were invaluable.

From piece of the Old World where ancient war armors were found, to shards of forgotten lands holding relics of legendary craftsmanship—things even modern magical technology couldn’t replicate. And sometimes, explorers stumbled upon strange new creatures, bizarre plants, and even living monsters that blended both.

It was a paradise for mages — a place brimming with inspiration. Even if it didn’t help them climb ranks, a single discovery there could spark a new spell or an entirely new branch of magic—something that could etch their name into history forever.

Lost in that thought, Brigid barely noticed when the confessor went in before her. A few minutes later, he walked out wearing a puzzled expression, which made her pause. Still, she brushed it off and stepped forward as the bishop held the door open for her.

Her calm wavered, though, when she entered and saw it — the confessional chamber placed right in the middle of the hall.

If it could be avoided, Brigid would’ve never chosen to confess to her own grandmother. But there wasn’t really a choice—once Analisa left, it’d be a long time before she’d get another chance. Only someone of her grandmother’s rank within the cult could hear her confession and absolve her sins.

So, taking a deep breath, she stepped inside. She expected a serene chamber—a quiet, sacred space meant to ease one’s soul while speaking of their burdens. A place where, as the scriptures said, Lord Silias himself listened.

But instead, what greeted her were sounds she knew all too well.Soft, breathy moans—those same tones she’d made herself, sometimes alone… though lately, never without someone driving them out of her. They weren’t holy by any stretch of imagination. Sweet to the ear, yes—enough to make her heart pound—but they were indecent, laced with the wet rhythm of skin striking skin.

Brigid froze. Those sounds—those moans—belonged to Analisa. Her grandmother. For a second, her mind went blank. It couldn’t be. Analisa was a holy woman, a devoted servant of Lord Silias. A symbol of purity, wisdom, restraint. Not… whatever this was.

But there was no mistaking that voice. Those trembling gasps, the desperate, broken tones—she knew them. And then came another voice. Deep. Confident. Infuriatingly familiar.

“Someone’s here,” the man said, his tone laced with mockery. “You want to keep those moans down, or should I just stop?”

Brigid’s stomach dropped. ‘Cassian?’

Before she could even process the thought, she heard Analisa’s voice again—breathless, trembling, frantic.

“N–no, don’t stop. I don’t care who’s there… just—keep going, please… I don’t care…”

‘He was telling the truth…’ Brigid thought, her chest tightening. Cassian had once said her grandmother was crazy for him, but she’d brushed it off as one of his arrogant boasts. Now she knew better. The same woman who had taught her to believe in Lord Silias, to walk the path of purity, was here—moaning shamelessly in the holiest place of all, where the Lord’s eyes were said to always be watching.

She didn’t care who might hear her. Not the Lord. Not anyone outside. And she was right—someone was hearing her.

On the other side of the chamber, Cassian had lifted Analisa off the ground, her legs hanging loosely in his grip as he pinned her against the wall. The room was slick with heat and sound. Her veil had fallen, silver strands spilling free as she kissed him hungrily, her body pressed flush against his. Her chest crushed against his, her thighs tightening, trembling.

Cassian’s strength held her easily, almost curling her into him, the pressure between them nearly suffocating—yet she didn’t fight it. Every breath, every touch seemed to pull her deeper into that overwhelming trance consuming her completely.

And that only seemed to drive Analisa further. The risk, the sound of her own moans echoing through the holy chamber, the thought of someone hearing—it didn’t shame her, it excited her. Why should she care? No one in the cult would dare act against her, and even if someone did… who would ever believe such a thing?

The thought made her bolder. Breaking their kiss, she tilted her head back, voice breathless but sharp enough to cut through the air.

“If someone’s still in there,” she said, her tone half-mocking, half-challenging, “then listen well. This is the true sin—the sin of lust I’m committing right now. Tell me…” she smirked faintly, “do you think the Lord will forgive this?”

And obviously, no answer came from the other side, but Cassian and Analisa could still hear the breathing—it was louder now, heavier than before. Analisa continued, “Hear my pussy getting pounded… I, a Cardinal, begged for this man’s penis in this holy chamber, and I’m not regretting it one bit. Instead, I’m thankful to this man for giving it to me, for letting my old, wrinkly pussy feel pleasure again… and deeply sorry for soaking it in my slutty juices. I’m really sorry…Forgive Me, for I Have Fucked”

Saying this, she turned to Cassian with a wide smile but an apologetic tone. “For making you do it, I’ll make amends later… by cleaning it off with my own mouth, no matter how many times you want. But please, use my pussy again… please… please…ahhh….ahhh…” She squirted again—less this time, slower—but it burned hotter, more intense than before, making tears leak from her eyes from the searing heat.