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126 lines
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//リサ_教会懺悔1_導入
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//妊娠・臭癖・飲精・おっさん好き
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Lisa：
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Haa, haa, haa\i[0]
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Lisa：
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(A priest... someone who serves a god that's my enemy...)
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Lisa：
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(But... he's still a man...\i[0])
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Lisa：
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Father...\i[0] Haa, haa, haa\i[0]
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Father：
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Hm? What's wrong? You seem quite troubled.
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The priest looks at me with concern.
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Lisa：
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(Ah, what a wonderful expression, Father...)
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I forget why I even came here, and just gaze dreamily at the priest.
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Lisa：
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Haa, haa, haa\i[0]
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Some time passes like that. The priest can't hold back and finally
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speaks.
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Father：
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Um... may I ask what brings you here?
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Lisa：
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(Ah, no, no, get it together.)
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Lisa：
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(All I can think about from morning till night is lewd things...)
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Lisa：
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(I came here today to change that about myself.)
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Lisa：
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Father... the truth is... I'm afflicted by a certain illness.
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Father：
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An illness!? That's terrible...
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Father：
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You do seem out of breath and sweating a lot. Do you have a fever?
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The priest reaches out his hand to my forehead.
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Lisa：
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Uhyahh!\i[0]
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The moment his hand touched my forehead, I let out a lewd moan.
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Father：
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Oh, sorry. I just wanted to check your temperature.
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Father：
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You do seem to have a fever... but that reaction just now...?
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Lisa：
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That reaction is part of it too...
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Lisa：
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The truth is, my illness is... nymphomania...
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Father：
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Eh? Nymphomania...?
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What am I even saying to a priest? My face, already flushed with
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arousal, turns even redder.
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Lisa：
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Morning and night, all I can think about is sex... I can't think about
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anything else anymore...
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Father：
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My goodness, that's quite serious...
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Lisa：
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I'm so sorry, Father... I know I'm making a very difficult request...
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Lisa：
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But... it's really painful... I can't do anything about it myself...
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Lisa：
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Could you... please cure me of this illness...?
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Somehow, I managed to get the words out. Now it's all up to the
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Father.
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Lisa (Please, save this pitiful soul...)
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The Father looks at me with a stern expression.
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Just that makes my heart race. I can barely stop myself from begging
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for his cock right now.
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I somehow hold back those words and wait for the Father's reply.
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Father：
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...Hmph, very well.
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Lisa：
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Oh...!
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Lisa：
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Then, with your cock―!
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Lisa：
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No, wait! I mean―! That was a mistake!
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Father：
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Hm, you really do seem to be in a serious condition.
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Father：
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I'll try a special treatment today, so please come over here.
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Lisa：
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Yes\i[0] Of course\i[0]
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I was led to another room. It looked like a confessional.
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