Clothes That Purify the Soul

"Fuck you...! Get off of me, you guys...!"

A stone church illuminated only by candlelight at midnight. A man is brought in by several nuns. He's screaming, but his body doesn't move at all. The needle stuck in his neck and the paralyzing poison smeared on it robbed him of all freedom.

“As long as you can move your arms, you guys will do it right away…!”

As he roars, the sisters grab him by the limbs and carry him dangling like prey in a hunt. For a man, it was a humiliation for sisters who were supposed to compete with him in power to do such a thing. He was lured to the innermost part of the chapel. He is finally lowered to the floor, lying on his back, looking at the church ceiling.

"──『Arnold Wilding』. That's your name."

Another figure appears looking down on him who was looking at the ceiling. Unlike the Sister, who was wearing black monastic clothes, that person was wearing a red cloak and a vestment. He, Arnold, spit it out.

"I'm not going to call myself someone else!"

Hey! If you understand, quickly return me to normal!」

Celia looks up as if thinking about something for a moment. Close your eyes and stand still.

"Yes, I agree. We who are in heaven────"

Then open your blue eyes and rock your bob cut blond hair. She held a staff with a purple amethyst at the tip, which she held in her right hand, and pointed it at Arnold.

Reveal your sinsexpose your sins

A light blue light fills Arnold's surroundings. He felt intensely uncomfortable. It felt like he was being stared at by someone else. Struggling, the body shows no movement. After chanting, Celia nodded as if she understood something.

" Hmm ... I've seen a little bit of your 'past'. Robbery, fraud, injury... It seems you've committed quite a few crimes."

It's bad that someone who doesn't have money has money!"

The thief Arnold once formed a party with other companions as an adventurer. Blinded by his reward, however, he hatches a plan to betray his comrades, but fails. Since then, he has been unable to stay in a place where the sun shines.

"The one who found him... was Lily, right?"

Little red-haired nun who took a step forward, Lily-Royce. She reveals her own misdeeds with her smile, utterly unapologetically. And the priest, Celia, didn't blame her either. Raise her wand with her smile.

"...you have done a good deed. May you be blessed with the scriptures."

Along with those words, Priest Celia held the tip of her cane over Lily. Lily was staring at the priest with sparkling eyes. ──But. She suddenly snaps and folds her knees, as if kneeling before the goddess statue in the church. Open her eyes and shake her body.

♡♡ I'm so full ♡♡♡ I'm so happy ♡♡♡♡ I'm so full ♡♡♡♡♡ Ah ♡♡♡ Oh ♡♡♡ Ahaaa────♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡”

Lily suddenly shakes her body. As if I had tasted the climax of her happiness, I was violently disturbed by her bright red face. Arnold couldn't see her very well because she was wearing a black monk's dress, but she looked as good as—or better than—the brothel woman she used to spend the night with in the back alleys. Right now, Lily looked lewdly disheveled. Push, and the sound of something leaking.

“…What is it, are you even collecting prostitutes here?”

Arnold speaks sneeringly to the priest Celia. Unconsciously, the leeway returned to his mouth. The other nuns and the priest who were beside Lily who was confused. She doesn't look uneasy about her crazy Lily. on the contrary.

"Oh... God, next time I'll give you a 'blessing'..." ♡♡”

"blessing". Something they say speaks to the anomaly of this church. Arnold thought that he had to change his perception of being captured by deeply religious people. These guys are the bloodshot-eyed, ignorant guys you sometimes see in the back alleys and slums. It's an existence close to them.

"Heh... heh. I fully understand that you guys are crazy... so why are you asking me for a ransom?"

With a dignified voice, Priest Celia told Arnold. After being involuntarily surprised, he burst out laughing.

"Ha... huh? Ku, kuku... what the hell are you guys? Pretending to be a decent human being... 'repent' huh? Do you enjoy playing religious games that much?

" ’ God is therethe thronegood morningI will... He will always watch over me from heaven so that I can bless the righteous and purify the bad.

" Is it possible to live a luxurious life as

A thief Arnold who never tries to hide his greed. He himself is unaware that it was the factor that led to his own destruction. He did not control his own ugly instincts and continued to act according to his desires. As if admonishing, Priest Celia whispered in her ear.

"God is not that kind of being...and the happiness that people should desire...cannot be fulfilled by devouring everything with desire like you."Connections" with people create happiness. "

I heard you complaining when you were a kid! I don't need that kind of happiness! What kind of 'god' is that!? How many people have been saved by believing in gods?" !?Will ' Kamisama ' save a guy like me who lives in a back alley like garbage!?

" she is silent. It's like she's thinking of something. And she, she turned her face to the nun.

“ You guys.

It takes two people to bring something. It was a black coffin. The thief Arnold fears that he will be trapped inside that thing. When the lid of the coffin was opened, the previous guest was there.

"this is……?"

The interior was simple wooden. Inside the coffin, which was brown on the inside, was a nun's black-based nun's uniform, similar to the one worn by nuns. And ─ ─ the humanoid Nanika who is covered with that. No, people don't have depth. Like a monk's clothes, it's only about the thickness of a piece of cloth. Two nuns stand above and below the doll and lift one. Then, as if the upper clothes and the lower clothes were separated, the doll also cried and parted. The front of the jacket was a type that closed with a button, and the nun who held the upper part took it off.

"Hahahaha... Is playing with dolls a 'ritual'? It's a very interesting religion, isn't it?"

The thief Arnold who strikes a joke. But suddenly the nun grabs her by the limbs again and forces him to stand. To his astonishment, the nuns surrounding him were powerful compared to the thinness of the line. Raised slightly off the floor, he let out a groan.

"What are you doing! Don't stick to me, let me go!"

The paralyzing poison still robbed Arnold of his physical freedom. One of the nuns holding the lower half of the 'doll' is crouching and holding up her cloak. Arnold thinks that the current situation is like forcing a sick person to dress himself. But the one I'm trying to wear. Monastic skirts, and mysterious 'dolls'.

"Ha! That's a monk's uniform worn by a woman!?

The legs of the ``doll'' and the monk's clothes are passed through, just like his legs, which cannot move his limbs. ──Suddenly, Arnold felt a tingling sensation in his lower body. Feeling like the crotch shrinks like when you fall from a high place. For some reason, even though I was wrapped in monastic clothes and doll legs, I felt like I was wearing nothing.

"- Hey, you guys!? What the hell did you just do...!?"

Not interested, Priest Celia urged the nuns to continue. The upper half of the "doll". This is a combination of the upper body, hat, and head. The arms, shoulders, and head of the ``doll'' cover Arnold's arms, shoulders, and head, as though the sleeves of his clothes are being pulled through Arnold. **** to dress, that's all. At that moment, my vision went dark.

At that moment, I heard someone whispering in my ear.

『──You have to do the right thing』

"what……?"

A clear voice echoes in my head. Yes, she was delusional. Wrong. It was as if he himself had uttered that voice. It was as if those words came from within me.

"As a representative of the heavenly god, to this person-"purification of the soulsoul purificationI give you! ”

Priest Celia faces the goddess statue behind her and folds her hands. For a moment, Arnold saw a mysterious light shining behind the stone statue of the goddess. It's as if the goddess who closed her eyes opened her red eyes for a moment.

suddenly. The clothes that were covered tightly tightened. A man who enjoys intense crampedness. And—for some strange reason, it was a faint cold, as if I had become naked. Pain as if being squeezed into a tight space. Misiri, an unpleasant sound echoes in my back. his whole body hurts.

"Ah, gaaaah!?

The moment I felt a sharp pain in my head. Arnold's consciousness fell into darkness.

eyes open. A red carpet comes into her sight and she finds herself lying on the floor. As he tries to stand up, he pushes the floor with his hands—“he” notices that his body is moving. A few steps away, the nuns who had been hanging themselves up until a moment ago. And in front of me was the priestess Celia.

“Cheee… how dare you do such a thing…!?”

As long as the body moves, a woman can do anything. The voice that came out in an attempt to intimidate Celia was ─ ─ strangely high pitched. However, "he" wasn't a rational person enough to stop there and think.

"Oraa!! Be prepared!!"

He stepped forward in one go, jumped at Priest Celia, and tried to attack him. ──But. For some reason, his feet wobble and stagger. His posture is unstable. Celia stands still without showing any signs of surprise, and then she speaks.

“Arnold… No, ‘Irene’.

Kui, I was attacked by suffocation as if someone had strangled my throat from behind. I choked with geho, goho. Looking behind him, no one is there. The moment I tried to jump again.

"'Do what is right'"

The sensation of something heavy falling into my body. The foot that was about to step forward stops on its own. His entire body loses strength and falls to his knees, just like Lily had just done. his palms move. For some reason, I can't take my eyes off the statue of the goddess.

"Oh, hey... me, ni... to 'me'... what...!?"

Arnold himself was surprised by the words that came out of his throat. My voice is strangely high. And then—a word different from the one I was trying to say came out of my mouth. Up until now, he had never referred to himself as "I". He looks at his palm, trying to hold his throat with his palm. He has a strangely white skin and small, smooth hands.

"Your voice is... it's getting weird...!?

I should have yelled at him. However, the lines that come out of “myself” become strangely polite. The bizarre phenomenon made him feel impatience. Abnormal. These guys, the phenomenon that I'm being attacked by, everything.

“What you have equipped on your body is a training suit that allows you to repent of your wrongdoings—a ‘Soul Cleaner’. It will also serve as a guideline.」

「Huh!?

A voice echoed in Arnold's head.

"You must do the right thing."

"Now, confess your sins—God will forgive everything.

" … gugu … yu… I did a lot of unforgivable things…” A cold sweat broke out. Things I don't want to say just pop out of my mouth. A strong sense of incongruity, as if being **** to say something. why.

"Admit your sins and repent to God with the right words..."

Standing in front of Arnold who couldn't move on his knees, Priest Celia smiled.

"'You did the right thing.' God will bless you."

──It was then.

It felt like someone was hugging me from behind.

The lower half of the body feels dizzy and uncomfortable.

"Ah... Huh...?"

A pathetic soft voice came out of my own mouth. It wasn't the voice of a strong man, but the thin voice of a weak girl. It's not like someone is touching him. And yet--I feel like I'm being hugged by his chest. A stiff Nanika wriggles in her private parts.

"Oi...!? This, what is this, teaching... guu... please tell me...!?"

It's creepy, it's abnormal. That's what Arnold's reason screams. Come to think of it, I feel a sense of incongruity in his crotch. A lukewarm feeling remained in his crotch, but nothing was transmitted from the object that was supposed to be the symbol of his man. It's like the meat stick is gone. Check your feet. Not hairy slender legs. There were smooth, slightly plump thighs, just like a woman's.

"This... what the hell is this, huh...!?"

There was a lone "girl" dressed in a black monk's uniform. Blue hair with brown eyes. Unlike Arnold, who had cloudy, fish-like eyes, her eyes had a clear glow. Such a girl is writhing in the sensation of "first time" now.

"Hey, hey, what's this?"

A scream-like voice mixed with a slight moan. The invisible Nanika, who touched "her", slowly wrapped around her chest and gave her a lukewarm sensation as if licking her genitals with her tongue. A chill ran down her spine—but she didn't feel bad. She moved her hand to shake off something she couldn't see, but it had no effect.

“Stop… Ahhh ♡♡ Hiuu ♡♡♡ What the hell is this…!”

I didn't want to admit it. For a moment, Arnold had the illusion that the current feeling was 'feeling good'. He feels like he's ejaculating, a feeling of fulfillment. Even though he should be the exact opposite of the situation in which he is surrounded, for some reason he feels comfortable.

"'I honestly talk about what I feel.'"

My mouth moves on its own and says things I don't even think about. However, once she put it in her mouth, the refusal she had kept with her reason melted away. The protrusion on her chest is rubbed and lightly groped. As if ignoring her monk's skirt and underwear inside, I slowly licked up the crack and felt a lukewarm wind hit my clitoris.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Different from men's breasts, the bulge of the breast peculiar to women. It is rubbed to the extent that it can be said to be somewhat violent, to the extent that the shape changes tightly. At the same time, I felt a sense of oppression as Nanika entered my body. Do not know. "She" didn't know that there was a hole in such a place to accept her gem. Regardless of such things, the invisible "Nanika" invades.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

I couldn't stand still. I fell on my back and could only look at the ceiling. Her mouth is loose and drooling. Even though I shouldn't have any faith in God, I unknowingly folded my hands. Nanika enters the womb of "her" and leaves for a moment. Every time it is repeated over and over again, a tingling and fluffy feeling is showered on her whole body. I hate it I do not want to say. But--

“I feel good ♡♡♡ I like it ♡♡♡♡”

A miserable sound. The feeling that your crotch gets wet. Had she leaked it, 『She』 pondered with the little bit of reason that remained. It is her first squirting for her. The shock when you cum. But something invisible didn't stop blaming her body. Rather, she performs repeated penetrations into her genitals and presses into her vagina, as if she were energized. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag #cosplay #cosplay #cosplayer #cosplaypics

I speak words I don't know, words I don't understand. don't know. Fear of not being yourself. ────But only slightly. Still, "it's better to be comfortable". There was "myself" who thinks like that.

"Arnold... no, my christening name is 'Irene'. The embrace of God, its warmth. Engrave it deeply into your body. And ── ``do the right thing.''

" ♡♡♡♡♡ Ohhhh♡♡♡♡♡ Nguuuuu ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡”

A pure and beautiful singing voice echoes in my head. A voice that makes you happy just by hearing it.

"Yah ♡♡♡ ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

My body trembles and jumps with a pin. "She", who is ruled only by her animal instincts, cannot suppress it with reason.

"Ogashi guu ♡♡♡ I'm going to be uuuu ♡♡♡♡♡ I'm stupid ♡♡♡♡♡ I'm going to be uuuuuu ♡♡♡♡♡"

Climax. The climax is repeated. No matter how many times I go, it's still not enough. It's not over yet.

"No ♡♡♡♡ No no no no no no ♡♡♡♡♡♡ Stop it ♡♡♡♡♡♡"

Like hell, blissful pleasure is repeated. For the first time, the climax as a woman. She continues to be violated by "Nanika" who cannot be seen over and over again. Before long, when sanity and madness began to mix, "her" consciousness fell into darkness.