Saint's Prison - Chapter 19

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The Dream of Bubbles

Priests rise early in the morning and go to bed with the setting sun. Around this time, the sun fully sets between 6:30 and 7 in the evening, plunging the outside world into darkness.

Candles are a precious source of light and are not to be wasted.

In a room barely lit by the humble glow of candles, I was preparing for bed. I removed my coat, leaving my upper body bare, then changed my lower garment into sleeping pants.

At first, I used to sleep with my coat on, but clothing is valuable here, and I developed this routine to keep them as clean as possible.

As I was doing so, there was a soft knock on the door. I promptly opened it. Standing there was a petite figure, dressed in a small robe and with a hood drawn deeply over her eyes.

“…Ah, Andy-sama.”

“Amal? Come in.”

Upon seeing my bare body, Amal quickly averted her gaze. I’m sure her face was flushed with embarrassment.

Since coming here, my body has been trained through daily physical labor, resulting in a well-defined six-pack.

I’m not exactly a muscleman, but I think I could be considered a lean-muscular type.

(Normally, she clings to me so much, but she’s still shy about things like this.)

I chuckled to myself and invited Amal into the room.

***

Just as she declared that morning, Amal began visiting my room every night.

However, an unmarried man and woman sharing a bed, even without any inappropriate actions, is considered indecent behavior.

In relatively lenient rural areas, it’s not unusual for unmarried men and women to share a bed. In urban areas, even just sleeping in the same room without intercourse can be considered adultery and is often punishable. Moreover, this is a monastery, the seat of God, where the sense of immorality is quite significant.

Amal says it doesn’t matter if she’s found out, but honestly, I’m always anxious about it.

When she enters my room, she eagerly takes off her robe and changes into a long linen chemise. Perhaps what they call a ‘shift.’

Her pure white skin, always hidden under her robe, is now exposed. With a bashful sway of her body, Amal revealed herself.

This chemise clearly outlines her body. The flow from her ample chest, slender waist, and wide hips is incredibly alluring. Despite her overall delicate appearance, why is she so sensual?

In my mind, I repeated the phrase “Amal is 14 years old” as a refrain. Yes, I know. Here, she’s at an age where being treated as a full-fledged woman is normal. I heaved a deep sigh.

“Amal, you go ahead and get into bed.”

“Yes, Andy-sama.”

Amal happily complied with my instructions. She climbed into bed, wrapped herself in the blanket, and looked at me with a dreamy expression. It was somewhat ticklish. To escape her gaze, I turned my back to her, slowly folding the clothes I had taken off. Then, holding the candlestick, I called out to Amal.

“Amal, I’m going to put out the candle now. Is that okay?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright. Fuuh… there.”

As I blew out the candle, the room was plunged into darkness. I felt my way to the bed where Amal was waiting, and slipped into the blanket. It was already warm from Amal’s body heat.

“…It’s warm.”

“Yes. I warmed it up for you, Andy-sama.”

“Pfft, haha, are you Hideyoshi or something?”

“Hideyoshi, is it?” came a small voice, tinged with a puzzled air.

“No, it’s nothing,” I said, stroking her head.

A pleased giggle reached my ears. Then Amal laid her head on my chest and traced my abs with her hand, causing my body to momentarily tense up.

“Hey, that tickles”

I took her hand to stop her, but Amal gripped it tightly, looking displeased.

“Andy-sama, is it not okay? I want to touch you, to keep feeling you,” she said.

“Listen, Amal, you’re still too young, and this kind of thing isn’t something we should take lightly,”

I heard her catch her breath. She sat up and leaned over me, her breath warm against my cheek.

“It’s not too soon. I am already a grown woman. I have a body capable of bearing your children. I wish to be with you, Andy-sama—”

Before Amal could finish, I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away.

“Ah, Andy-sama…”

“That kind of thing is troubling,” I said.

It’s troubling because I can’t hold back.

After a year of abstinence, it’s natural to be filled with desire, especially when such a beautiful girl clings to me every day.

But more than that, I want to cherish Amal.

“I’m sorry… It was presumptuous of me to say such things. Please forgive me, Amal won’t speak of it anymore. I won’t ask for anything more, just let me stay by your side”

her voice trembling, trying to hold back as the tension in her body was felt through my grip on her shoulders. Then, after a moment, a teardrop fell on my cheek.

Ah, I’ve made her cry again. What am I doing?

I’ve hurt the girl I wanted to cherish by imposing modern values on her and even made her say such things. I really never learn.

“Don’t cry, Amal. When I say it’s troubling, I don’t mean that I dislike it. Just don’t say things that tempt me too much. It makes it hard to resist,” I told her.

“Andy-sama… do you not dislike being with me in that way?”

“It’s not that I dislike it, that’s why it’s not okay. I haven’t given you a proper answer yet, and it wouldn’t be right to proceed without that,” I said.

“I don’t mind it, though,” Amal insisted.

“But I do! I’ll give you an answer soon, so just wait until then,” I urged her.

“…Okay. If that’s what you wish, Andy-sama,” she replied weakly.

Her voice sounded as if she was giving up on her hopes.

Feeling restless from her voice, I pulled her close and hugged her tightly. Then I leaned in and dropped a kiss on her cheek.

“Let’s leave it at this for now, Amal. I’ll try harder,” I said.

“Yes, Andy-sama… Even if you come to dislike me, please don’t say it. Just let me keep dreaming. That way, I can live in a happy slumber,” she murmured.

“What are you saying? I couldn’t possibly come to dislike you,”

Amal silently wrapped her hands around my neck and clung to me.

It’s impossible to keep dreaming forever.

Eventually, the time to wake up will come.

Even knowing that, I found Amal, clinging to that fleeting dream, endearing.