Saint's Prison - Chapter 60

Towards the Shining End

I desire nothing.

Neither from God, nor from the devil.

Blessings. Salvation. Unconditional love.

Corruption. Temptation. Even the fruit of sin.

I don’t need forgiveness.

Salvation is a sham.

Not desiring anything, I am always empty.

That’s why I am dead, even though I’m alive.

***

The candle flickers.

Having woken up earlier than usual, I sit in a chair, looking out the window. Dawn is still far away, and the outside world is still enveloped in darkness. I can’t see the scenery, but there’s nothing special to do, so I spend my time in a daze.

After a while, I feel drowsy. It’s unclear whether my brain is awake or not. As my consciousness gradually fades…

…Who am I?

I heard a voice.

I stand up and look around. The chair falls over with a loud noise.

There’s no one here. Was it an auditory hallucination?

I sigh and put the fallen chair back in place.

“Umm, Andy-sama…?”

Pom-pom, a gesture of searching for me in the bed. When she realizes I’m not there, she sits up abruptly.

“Amal, sorry. I woke you up.”

“Ah, I’m glad. You were by my side.”

Amal smiled as if she was truly relieved.

She got out of the bed, staring at me intently, shamelessly exposing her naked body.

I’m used to seeing Amal’s naked body, but no matter how many times I see it, I never get tired of it. Her skin is as white as snow, untouched by a suntan. Despite her petite figure, she has full and seemingly soft breasts. A surprisingly thin waist and wide hips for childbirth. And an overwhelmingly beautiful face that combines all these features. I sometimes wonder if she’s really a human being.

“If you keep that up, you’ll catch a cold.”

“In that case, please warm me up so I don’t catch a cold.”

She hugged me, so I hugged her back.

Amal sways her body happily. She rubs her entire body against me, marking me. She does this every morning. This puppy. I stroke her hair, which reaches down to her hips.

“There, there… Good morning, Amal.”

“Nfufu. Good morning, Andy-sama.”

Amal leaks a satisfied breath. She seems happy, and that’s all that matters. I let go of her shoulders, hold her waist, and lead her to the bed. I sit her down on the bed and wrap her in a blanket.

“Mmm, I wanted Andy-sama…”

“Don’t be silly. It would be a problem if you caught a cold. Don’t worry me.”

“… Are you worried about me?”

“Of course.”

“Then it’s okay if I catch a cold. Will you take care of me then?”

“… Hey, I’m getting angry. Who catches a cold just to get taken care of?”

“Uuh, I’m sorry… But I’ve never been taken care of before. It was hard and painful, but I was always alone. So…”

Amal droops her shoulders. I can’t stand to see her like this.

“I get it. Even if you catch a cold, I’ll take care of you. I’ll be by your side, so don’t look like that.”

“Andy-sama… I’m happy. I love you. Please keep me by your side. Please stay with me. That’s all I…”

The girl confesses her love, as if crying, as if begging.

***

Amal, dressed in a tight-fitting blue corset, starts preparing breakfast. In the meantime, I sit on the bed and remain still. I’ve told her many times that I can help, but she insists, “This is a woman’s job.”

In this era, gender roles are firmly entrenched. Men are public entities who go out and provide for their families, while women protect the home and serve their husbands. This is the social norm.

Gender equality is a concept born in modern times. In this era, women are constantly oppressed by Christian thought.

As I watch Amal’s back working diligently, I am always impressed. Amal is surprisingly hard-working.

When she wakes up in the morning, she eagerly helps me change my clothes. She cooks breakfast and cleans up immediately after eating, then heads out for worship. At noon, she cleans my room, does the laundry, and hangs out the clothes and bedding. She goes out for worship again. Before nightfall, she retrieves the laundry and welcomes me back from outside. She prepares dinner and takes care of me happily. Then, she entertains me at night and finally goes to bed.

A 15-year-old in modern times is usually at the age of deciding whether to go to high school. A child of that age would normally not do housework like Amal. They study for the future, play with friends, and enjoy what they want to do to the fullest.

“Amal, you should do more of what you want to do, you know?”

At my words, Amal stops her work and laughs.

“Hehe, I’m already doing it.”

“No, you’re just taking care of me.”

“No, taking care of Andy-sama is my raison d’être.”

I’m taken aback by the unexpected confession.

“No, not that, what do you want to do in the future? That’s what I’m talking about.”

Amal is silent for a while and then murmurs hesitantly.

“… I’ve never thought about it before.”

“I see. Then let’s think about it from now on. It’ll be fun, I’m sure.”

“Yes, Andy-sama.”

Amal, as if praying, clasps her hands together and happily rocks her body.

tln : i really wanted to be pampered by Amal like that. haah :(, spending the entire day in the bed. became a good for nothing lol.
what do you guys think lmao XD