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🕑 Added 2025-09-20 20:37:25 +0000 UTCChapter 30: The Brother Gets Disciplined (1)
A loan shark demanding someone pay back money with their body...
It wasn’t hard to guess what that meant.
In a world where the roles of men and women are reversed, telling a man to pay with his body is, without exception, a demand to “sell his chastity.”
“Couldn’t you just give me a little more time?”
Of course, Mirka didn’t want to go through with something like that.
But Amelia, the loan shark, just kept talking in a sly, mocking tone.
“Now, now, why are you saying this? I’ve already given you two years of extensions. This church is pretty well known, so you must have plenty of donors, right?”
“It’s true that many people come to us, but just as many need help, so our expenses are high. It’s hard just paying the interest...”
“Oh, Brother~ You know better than that, don’t you?”
Amelia ignored Mirka’s distress, and her hand, which was now roaming over his body, was openly greedy.
“Faith is great. Helping people in need, reaching out everywhere, that’s nice and all~ But in the end, what really helped those people your faith, or the money you borrowed from me?”
“Th-that’s...”
“Don’t make me out to be the villain. I just lend and collect money by the book. I’ve been very lenient, and now I’m giving you a ‘chance to pay another way’ that’s pretty generous, isn’t it?”
Was he at a loss for words?
Mirka couldn’t answer, just stammering as Amelia smiled in satisfaction.
Then her gaze turned to me.
“Oh, this one’s a top-shelf product.”
She looked at me as if I were merchandise, her smile growing deeper as she focused on me.
“Well~ If the good Brother doesn’t want to do it, I suppose using a substitute is an option. This guy looks sturdy plenty of places would pay for him...”
“N-no!”
Amelia reached for me, but Mirka quickly intervened, showing a desperation and anger that seemed out of character for a priest.
“He’s just a patient we’re protecting at the church. He’s not really connected to us, so please don’t drag him into this.”
His words made it clear he wanted to protect me.
Amelia, seeing that things were going as she planned, smiled even more.
“Haha~ So, if you won’t drag someone else in... that means you’re taking responsibility yourself, right?”
“......”
Mirka was speechless again.
But unlike before, he didn’t even try to protest he’d already resigned himself to his fate.
He couldn’t delay any longer; from the moment he accepted her terms, he was trapped.
“I’ll be back at the church tonight. Please be ready.”
With that, the conversation ended.
After Amelia left, Mirka let out a heavy sigh and turned to me, forcing an awkward, gentle smile.
“...Sorry you had to see that.”
Just by looking at him, I could tell he was worried about me a person he’d just met today. He didn’t want me to get involved in his troubles.
“Is the church in that much trouble?”
“Yes, unfortunately... There are so many people who need help that it’s hard to keep the church running on donations alone.”
“Isn’t there anyone else you can ask for help? Like the lord...”
“The lord has already given us a place to stay in the city so we can do missionary and volunteer work. She’s even reduced our taxes in exchange for our service, so we can’t expect more.”
So, rather than getting support, they’re actually taxed, meaning there’s nowhere else to turn.
“I thought maybe there was somewhere else you could ask...”
“And donations should come from goodwill, not obligation.”
Maybe he was just too upright.
Even in trouble, he wouldn’t consider asking others for help.
That’s why he’d tried to solve things on his own, putting himself up as collateral to borrow money from a loan shark.
Now, unable to pay, he was about to lose his dignity and body.
He was the one who’d healed my injuries, and when Amelia’s malice turned toward me, he’d tried to protect me.
I couldn’t help but feel sorry for such a good person.
“Don’t worry about me.”
Instead, Mirka tried to comfort me in a calm voice.
“This is my problem. Please, Aid, just rest today.”
“But...”
“You have your own troubles, don’t you? You should focus on those. Don’t push yourself to help others.”
Don’t push yourself to help others?
Isn’t that exactly what got him into this mess?
“Well, it’s time for prayers, so...”
Before I could say anything else, he hurried out.
Left alone in the silence, I couldn’t stand the gloomy mood and quietly followed him out.
I didn’t know what I could do, but I couldn’t just leave him alone.
“...I pray to the Lord.”
I followed him to the church’s chapel.
Peeking through the door, I saw him kneeling before the altar, deep in prayer.
“Please, let everyone who comes here have warm food and a place to sleep. Let them live free from sickness, famine, and war.”
His unwavering posture and sincere prayer showed his pure heart.
But I could sense anxiety and fear in his voice.
“And, Lord, I dare to ask one more thing.”
Mirka continued praying.
“Please give me the courage to face the trials ahead. Even if my body is defiled, let my heart, my devotion to you, remain unbroken.”
A hint at the miserable future awaiting him.
He repeated his resolve several times at the altar.
In this city, countless people come and go every day, and wealth and goods flow with them.
It’s the most prosperous city in the kingdom, aside from the capital.
But for every rich person, someone else is losing out.
As the wealthy increased, so did those in debt and struggling to get by.
Even now, the back alleys are full of people who can’t even get a meal, and Mirka became a priest because he couldn’t ignore them.
His only wish was to provide food and shelter to as many people as possible.
But even that was too much for one church to handle, and in the end, he’d done something a priest never should, just to save others.
Tonight, he would pay the price.
“Brother, are you there~?”
That night, as Mirka reflected on his past, Amelia arrived. He reluctantly greeted her and led her into the church.
“Come in.”
“Yes! Of course, what we’re about to do can’t be done out in the open~”
At least she was considerate enough to keep it private.
That was some small comfort for Mirka, but in the end, it was just a small mercy.
Trying to handle the impossible had led him to lose what mattered most.
“It’s quiet in here~ No one else around?”
“The parishioners have gone home. The patients are sleeping in another room, and the soundproofing is good, so no one will hear.”
“Good, good. Wouldn’t want anyone interrupting.”
She followed Mirka deep into the church, finally stopping in the chapel.
Looking around, she grinned.
“Hm, it’s spacious and feels... out of place for what we’re about to do. Yes, this is perfect.”
“In the chapel? No, please, at least in my room...”
“Oh, come on, Brother. You know who’s in charge here, right?”
“......”
“Just endure it once. We all have to do what we must to survive surely the Lord will forgive you~?”
Forgiveness? Could a priest really be forgiven for doing something so unholy, right in front of the altar?
Mirka felt guilt, but he couldn’t argue.
Once he’d defaulted on the contract, he had no choice but to do as Amelia said.
“Let me explain before we start~”
Amelia began setting up devices she’d brought with her around the chapel.
They were magic-powered cameras. Once activated, they’d record everything in their view and could play it back as video.
“From now on, you’ll be spending some quality time with me, and it’ll all be recorded and distributed through my channels.”
Not only would his shame be recorded, but it would be sold to anyone who wanted it.
For a man, nothing could be more humiliating, but Mirka had no choice but to accept his fate.
“In exchange, all your debt and interest will be wiped out. Just one recording, and all your problems go away~!”
Just once.
If he defiled himself just once, he could erase all his debt and save more people.
“Do you understand? Any questions?”
“...No.”
“Alright, then let’s get started. Take off your clothes and stand in front of the camera!”
With trembling hands, Mirka reached for his robe.
His shaking showed his hesitation, but it only lasted a moment.
Rustle, rustle.
Layer by layer, his clothes came off, revealing soft, pale skin.
Still not ready, he covered his front with his clothes, but Amelia grinned and asked,
“Now, look here and introduce yourself.”
“...Do I have to?”
“It’s important~ The audience needs to know who you are.”
He wished they wouldn’t, but he couldn’t back out now.
Reluctantly, he did as she asked.
“M-Mirka. I’m a brother at the church in the Renes territory.”
“Very good, Brother Mirka. Now, next question...”
A wicked smile appeared.
“Do you have any experience with women?”
Mirka flinched, then answered shyly,
“N-no, I don’t.”
The kind of answer that would excite any woman in this world.
“I’ve never been with a woman... I’m a virgin.”
At that moment, Amelia thought:
A video of a priest losing his virginity would be worth hundreds of times what she’d loaned him.
