The Story of a Cuckolded Priest's Struggle (Chapter 1)

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Chapter 1 Introduction
There is a legend in Terence that every child born on the continent of Terence will
see a star the moment they open their eyes, whether it is daytime or a cloudy night. This star will always appear
before the newborn, said to be their destiny star. Each child's star is different, determining
their fate—whether unfortunate or extraordinary. But this is just a legend
. Even those who truly see their own star will forget it.
Very few people can truly remember what their star looks like, and without exception, their fates are exactly as the star
foretold. Human will triumphs over fate? Heh, in reality, that doesn't exist.
And I, Ace Mia, am one of those lucky few who remember their own star. Lucky? No,
just a pitiful creature. I remember seeing two stars, completely different from everyone else's. Everyone else had one,
but I had two—a pair of twin stars. It's strange, really. Some things from my childhood have
long been forgotten by me now that I'm sixteen, but those two stars are still etched in my mind, even
deeply engraved in my soul. They were two stars, one golden and one jet black.
Casillas and Mancini—these are the two names I found after searching through all the ancient texts. Unsurprisingly,
these are the names of my natal twin stars, a strange name unlike any other.
While other stars are named after animals or creatures, my natal stars are named after people. Kasirigas 　　was the name of a lecherous villain who
roamed the continent of Micheli, a land east of Terence, for nearly twenty years a century ago . During those twenty years, Kasirigas, who had moved from Terence to Micheli, preyed 　　on as many as a hundred women, including members of royal families and nobles from various countries. The nations of Micheli hated him with a passion, 　　and thus, in a rare show of unity, they dispatched sixty war mages to hunt down 　　Kasirigas throughout the entire territory of Micheli. In the end, Kasirigas was surrounded by thirty war mages and finally killed by their combined efforts. 　　It is said that his natal star was a star whose name no one knew, 　　appearing only when the moon had just risen and the sun had not yet set. This star was named Kasirigas and was also known as the Star of Lewdness, 　　a star despised by all. 　　 Manzini, the name of a demon general who once roamed the continent of Terence five hundred years ago, single-handedly 　　crushed the then world's largest empire, Eroscain, which possessed over a hundred war mages and more than ten forbidden spellcasters. 　　He turned Eroscain's entire territory into endless yellow sand. Although he paid with his life, 　　Manzini's name was remembered throughout the continent. When he heard the legends of Terence, he laughed arrogantly 　　and pointed to the sun in the sky. His natal star was right next to the sun, in a place shrouded in light, a 　　place that no one could look up to. Although everyone took this as a joke, when someone accidentally 　　discovered this star during a solar eclipse, everyone fell silent. Thus, this star was named Manzini, meaning 　　darkness hidden in light. 　　 I don't know if those rumors about the stars are true, but without a doubt, the symbolism of Manzini Star 　　is most profoundly embodied in me: darkness hidden within light—a very apt description. Every 　　time I think of this phrase, a mocking smile appears on my face 　　, draped in the robes of a novice priest. The great God of Light may never have imagined that a person who worships darkness had infiltrated his followers, 　　or perhaps he already knows, but now all he wants to do is redeem. Redemption? Heh, 　　I might have been somewhat interested in that word many years ago, but since that incident, what redemption? Are you kidding me 　　? Redemption doesn't exist in this world. If there really is redemption, the only one who can redeem oneself is 　　oneself. 　　 Mr. Ace Mia: I apologize for the intrusion. I believe you are already aware of our purpose. According to 　　the agreement signed ten years ago between your father, Mr. Karens Nimisinya, and the Lester family, I must regretfully 　　remind you that Nimisinya Castle, located in the southern province of the Principality of Rijes on the continent of Terence, has been officially 　　transferred from your name to the Lester family. From today onwards, you will no longer be the owner of Nimisinya Castle, and 　　all debts owed by the Nimisinya family to the Lester family will be cancelled. Furthermore, according to our 　　communication with the Lester family, you will have one month to remove any necessary supplies from Nimisinya. And if you are interested in 　　renting Nimisinya Castle, the Lester family will offer you a very favorable price. 　　 Sincerely! 　　 Larry Nimitz, 　　 Continental Assets Coordination Committee. 　　 I finished reading the letter with a blank expression. Surprisingly, a smile appeared on my face—a relaxed 　　smile. The arrival of this letter meant that the suffocating shackles that had bound 　　me for nearly sixteen years were finally gone. I slowly folded the letter and tore it into 　　pieces. I already knew this outcome. The decline of my family was something I couldn't 　　change, and I had no interest in the grand undertaking of reviving the family. Besides, if the opponent was the Lester family, 　　there was no hope! After all, they were a powerful family whose noble name was lauded by wandering poets! 　　Perhaps the future would pass by peacefully. Thinking about it, that kind of life wouldn't be bad! 　　 "My lord, what's wrong? What did the letter say? You seem quite pleased!" The speaker was 　　a figure sitting by the window, bathed in golden sunlight, a stark 　　contrast to me sitting in the darkness. A petite figure, a round, adorable face still bearing traces of baby fat, and large, sapphire-like eyes 　　that held a hint of confusion as she casually tossed scraps of paper into the trash can. Her long, golden 　　twin ponytails, tied with black ribbons, reflected the dazzling light in the sun. Her white novice priest's robe shone with an 　　incomparable holiness in the rising sun—a holiness that seemed capable of purifying all darkness. Carlos Mia—though we share the same surname 　　, this child is not related to me by blood. This is my servant.

This has been a long-standing tradition of the Church of Light. Apprentice priests 　　 who aspire to become presiding priests of a branch church are eligible to select a servant from the common people to care for them during their time in the branch church. This servant will
accompany their master for life, until death. Since ordinary commoners do not have surnames—
only nobles or their descendants possess them—commoners who become servants are given the name of their follower and receive
their master's surname. In the lowly commoners of the Terence Continent, this is considered a meteoric rise, so
each servant selection becomes a major event in every region. Almost every family with a child of the appropriate age sends them to participate . The spectacle is even more grand than an emperor's coronation. However, Carlos did not 　　become my follower
through these selection processes. 　　 Carlos's father was a soldier on the Eroscain front, fighting 　　against the orcs who occupied the Eroscain desert, a region transformed into a desert by the powerful demon general Manzini using a forbidden spell. 　　Unfortunately, he was killed in action just as he was about to retire after being promoted to sergeant major, leaving his orphaned daughter alone 　　at home. Her father, a former comrade-in-arms from the Eroscain battle, took in two-year-old 　　Carlos. Carlos grew up with me and became my follower 　　; we've lived together for over a decade now! Unlike my gloomy nature, Carlos is 　　quite lively, cute, and well-behaved, making him very likable. 　　 "It's been a long time since I've seen you smile, sir," Carlos 　　muttered wistfully, her head slightly lowered, lost in thought. 　　 "Really? I feel like I'm having a great time every day." It wasn't just wishful thinking; 　　it seemed like since arriving at this largest religious school in all of Terence, I'd 　　spent almost every day bragging to my friends! 　　 "Yes, ever since Lord Karens passed away, he hasn't laughed so genuinely." 　　 Carlos looked up, her small face tense, her big eyes fixed on me, uttering 　　words she'd been holding back for a long time. 　　 "Uh... really?" There was a moment of silence. Although that father wasn't exactly responsible, he was still a father. 　　Oh well, I shouldn't think about these headaches anymore. "Well, Carlos, want to go out and play?" I changed the subject. Since 　　that damned Merchants' Guild had sent a letter, I should go home and check on them. 　　 "Go out to play? Uh..." Still caught up in the sudden shift in topic, Carlos paused 　　for a moment, then his tense little face lit up with surprise. "Really? Sir, can we really go out 　　to play?" He asked eagerly, as if he couldn't believe it. 　　 "Yes! Of course!" For some reason, I felt a pang of sadness. Carlos was only 　　twelve years old, just a twelve-year-old child, yet he had to come to this run-down school with me, learning trivial 　　things every day, with absolutely no chance to play. This had been going on for two years already, and now, just 　　hearing this news made him this excited. Was I being too unfair to him? That thought popped into my head. 　　Hmm! This time, I must let this child have some fun. 　　 "But... sir, the semester final exams are in a month. Is it alright to go out and play now 　　?" 　　 "I always keep my word! Don't worry too much about those final exams. We have connections. Even if we 　　don't pass, we can easily pass by pulling some strings, right? I'll go ask Principal Riverford for leave at noon!" 　　 He waved his hand dismissively. Honestly, there wasn't much to worry about regarding the final exams. This 　　was an era that valued birth and connections, and the principal of this religious academy happened to be his father's former 　　mercenary teammate. Why not use that connection? He'd already used it quite a bit to cope with those damned exams 　　. 　　 In an instant, Carlos's face turned red, clearly from excitement. Clenching his small 　　fists, his big eyes narrowed into beautiful crescents. Finally, Carlos shouted and rushed towards me, 　　"Great! Sir, let's go out and play! Let's go out and play!" 　　 Wait! No, although the little girl throwing herself into my arms was giving this virgin a little uncontrollable urge, 　　why did I feel a sense of crisis at this exciting and happy moment? Was it just my imagination? 　　 "Bang!..." The sound of shattering porcelain dispelled all my doubts. I started mowing the lawn, and my heart 　　shattered into countless pieces along with that sound. "Carlos! Tell me, how many 　　times is this this month?" I helped Carlos, who was staggering forward, and felt my lips twitching. The white 　　porcelain shards on the ground made me feel like I was about to collapse. 　　 "I'm... I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Noticing my twitching lips and 　　the shards on the ground, Carlos, who was holding my hands, immediately understood what had happened. His big eyes 　　instantly turned red, and a transparent mist shrouded them. His small mouth pouted, clearly showing an 　　expression that said he would cry if anyone dared to scold him! But thankfully, his words were still sincere. 　　 "I forgive you. It's that old man Riford's and the Church of Light's money anyway, so it doesn't matter how many I break. 　　" I patted Carlos's head. "Forget it, forget it, it's broken! Out with the old, in with the new. I'll just 　　ask Principal Riford to send a pair tomorrow, as long as no one is hurt." Although I said that, 　　these porcelain vases from Michelle were quite expensive and high-end items. I'd have to go to Riford and talk to him about it later 　　. What a tragedy! However, looking at Carlos, who was squinting his eyes, looking completely satisfied, and constantly nudging my 　　hand with his little head, I decided to just shamelessly ask for a pair! Even though they might break again in a few days. 　　 "By the way, Carlos, where did you learn that expression from? It looked so familiar." You 　　know, for a loli-loving person, the expression of a little girl on the verge of tears is as devastating as a legendary, ancient, 　　world-destroying nuclear weapon. I'm sure that instantly forgiving the broken vase 　　was directly related to that expression. But you know, after living with Carlos for so many years, that expression...

But this was the first time I'd seen that expression on Carlos's face. Moreover, it looked familiar; I felt like
I'd seen it on someone else's face before, and more than once. Every time I saw it, I was the
one who was doomed. "Uh…" Carlos's body stiffened, and his large eyes began to dart around. A
cunning glint, unlike anything I'd ever seen in Carlos before, emanated from those eyes, like a little fox plotting something. Trying
to evade my question, he finally noticed something outside the window. "Um… sir, um, it's already eight o'clock
! Class is starting! Today's class is History of Theology. If you're late, you'll be punished by standing!
You know, the teacher of History of Theology is one of the Dark Four Heavenly Kings—the King of Standing Punishments! If you get caught, you'll have to stand on the playground
for at least a whole day!" Carlos said anxiously, hurriedly trying to shake off my hand.
"You'll have to be punished! Naughty kids who lie must be punished!" With a mischievous smile, I thought, "This girl is getting
smarter and smarter. No, I need to punish her to maintain my authority." I
pulled Carlos close, and her faintly fragrant body landed in my arms. Although it wasn't the first time I'd held her
, her soft body always gave me the urge to tease her. Perhaps
out of fear of punishment, Carlos struggled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on,
but with her small frame, it was more like rubbing against me than struggling!
The feeling of her soft body rubbing against me... damn it! I can't take it anymore! This girl!
"It's Lena Thalias and Frey Thalias, isn't it?" I whispered
the two names into the little girl's ear. Carlos froze instantly, his mouth agape, looking at me with a hint of fear. These
two were practically Carlos's only friends at school. Although
I was happy that Carlos had his own life at school, I had always maintained a resistant
attitude towards his two friends, not for any other reason than the Thalias surname.
"The Eternal Thalias"—this title was no joke. The Thalias were a colossal family, ranked number one in strength among humans
. It was said that the family had taken shape ten thousand years ago when humans first appeared, making them the oldest and most powerful family
. They were given the name "Eternal" by wandering bards. Compared to the Thalias family, "Noble Lester" and "
Golden Nimitz" were nothing but trash, completely unworthy of comparison. The name "Eternal" alone was enough to make
the world tremble.
However, being powerful also means trouble. As direct descendants of one branch of the Thalias clan, Lena and Frey are bound to
face even more trouble. Assassinations, seductions... all sorts of conspiracies are almost constant.
Getting involved with these two scourges is practically suicide. But when it comes to friendship, Carlos hasn't listened
to a word I said, still fooling around with these two when I wasn't looking. Oh well! Disobedient
children must be punished.
"Really," I complained, gently nibbling on her small earlobe, my hands restlessly
landing on Carlos's bottom. The smooth, round feel made my heart race. This girl's getting more and more
impressive! "Tell me, how should I punish you?"
"My lord... um!" Carlos blushed, but dared not resist, only able to wrap his arms around my neck
, burying his head in my chest like an ostrich.
"Didn't I tell you not to call me 'sir' right now?" I pulled the little girl up, my lips
landing on Carlos's small lips. My tongue chased after Carlos's struggling little tongue, entering her
mouth. A sweet, honey-like sensation instantly filled my mouth. At the same time, my hands lifted the loose priest's
robe, gently kneading Carlos's newly developed breasts through her white tank top. They had indeed
developed! Her once flat chest was now as prominent as two fried eggs, the hard nipples
revealing Carlos's current physical condition.
"Ugh!" Sensing my mischievous hands, Carlos began to struggle, but her small strength
was instantly extinguished by me. This girl had ignited my fire, and she thought she could run away? No way! Just moments before, during that slight struggle
, Carlos's little hand landed directly on my lower body. Lacking any support,
it clung to me, and she continued rubbing herself against it as if nothing had happened.
"Huff... Master, no... I'm going to... Ah!" Finally escaping my grasp, Carlos
gasped, but before she could finish, the electric shock from her lower body made her go limp.
I inserted my right hand into Carlos's white cotton panties, gently teasing the smooth
, moist crevice. A light sheen of moisture dripped onto my fingers through the slippery passage. Clearly, the little girl was aroused
. "Still calling me Master?" I whispered in Carlos's ear, while my right hand gently touched
the hard spot at the top of her crevice, rubbing it rapidly. In an instant, as if electrocuted, Carlos's body
trembled violently, the hot, wet sensation intensifying.
"My lord... Ugh!... Ace, no, it hurts so much!... Ace." Clinging tightly to my
arm, Carlos gasped for breath like a drowning man, his large eyes unfocused
. The overwhelming pleasure surging from his lower body had clouded his judgment, leaving him only
able to shake his head in vain. His golden twin tails were now disheveled, the smooth blonde hair draped over his sweat-soaked
and flushed face.
"That's more like it!" With a forceful push of his left hand, he practically lifted Carlos's supple body, lifting
his white and blue-trimmed tank top to reveal his adorable little breasts. Since they were still developing,
they were just two small, protruding mounds. On these white mounds, two pale pink nipples stood erect.
A faint scent of milk mixed with the girl's natural fragrance emanated from his small body, making one's heart race. Lowering
his head, he took one of the pink nipples into his mouth, the sweet sensation instantly filling his heart.
At the same time, his right hand moved rapidly around Carlos's lower body, even inserting his middle finger into that tight passage.
My fingers moved up and down, the fluid flowing from Carlos's lower body gradually soaking his small panties and my fingers.
Under the pressure from above and below, Carlos's body trembled incessantly.
"Mmm..." The deliberately suppressed, seductive moans only fueled my desire. "Push
him down! Just push him down!" A devilish whisper echoed in my ears, and unconsciously, the movements
and intensity of my hands increased again.
As if responding to my actions, Carlos's small body trembled violently, his slender arms
tightly encircling my head. A mixture of pain and pleasure appeared on his flushed face.
Finally, his body shuddered violently, his head shook, his mouth opened wide but no sound came out, and warm
fluid gushed from his small opening. Carlos finally climaxed under the stimulation of my fingers.
Looking at Carlos, completely exhausted, curled up like a kitten, her head bowed and
panting, I smiled slightly. This girl really is… I removed my hands from Carlos's body,
straightened her clothes, and didn't intend to devour her. After all, Carlos was still too young
; now wasn't the time. There was plenty of time later.
"My lord…you bad guy!" Finally seeming to recover from her climax, Carlos raised her head, met
my gaze with her red eyes, her face flushed with the afterglow of orgasm, and whispered, biting her lip, before
turning her head away.
"Hehe! You need to face your desires! Our future saintess. By the way, whose are these water stains
? You're responsible for cleaning up your own mess!" I said, holding my fingers, still stained with clear fluid, in front of
Carlos's eyes.
"Mmm!" A blush rose from Carlos's already slightly flushed cheeks and spread to
behind her ears. But what surprised me even more was that Carlos opened her little mouth and suddenly took my finger in
her mouth. She glanced at me with her big eyes, then licked it a few times like sucking on candy. Her pink
little tongue licked my finger, making me feel a tingling sensation. Then she spat my finger out and
pushed herself off my embrace with both hands. Her face red, she grabbed a change of clothes from the table next to her and stumbled quickly
to the inner bathroom.
This girl, watching Carlos's flustered back, I couldn't help but smile slightly. I
flicked my drool-covered finger, stood up, and straightened my equally disheveled robe. I went to the table to tidy it up
, and then I remembered that I was also in class with one of the Four Heavenly Kings today, and the most perverted one at that—the Confinement Heavenly
King. Even if these teachers had powerful connections, they couldn't cause trouble! Especially this Confined King, his backing is even
stronger than mine, and there's the fire that Carlos just ignited within him... Is today going to be another tragedy?
(To be continued)

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