132 THE SISTER AND THE JANITOR
132 THE SISTER AND THE JANITOR
Leo suddenly laughed, a look of realization dawning on his face. "I get it now! That's why you're always encouraging me to, well... fuck other women. You're too lazy to do it yourself!"
Yun-Yun's lips curled into a sly grin. "Perhaps."
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[Earth- In a religious orphanage near the Marbles City]
"Patricia, your hair is too long. Cut it short after evening prayers. I'll check on you tomorrow," Sister Melone reprimanded a student with her usual sternness.
"Yes, Sister Melone," Patricia replied dutifully, lowering her gaze.
Patricia sat in the grand hall of Saint Gerbers, a strict religious orphanage in Marbles City, surrounded by other girls. Like her, they were all orphans, raised under the watchful eyes of the sisters.
The orphanage had rigid rules, but the girls—teenagers on the cusp of discovering the world—were bursting with curiosity about life beyond its walls.
"I heard girls in the city can drink wine all night and not worry about a thing, some even have their bodies deflowered in a crazy concert smoking weeds," Eliza whispered to Patricia.
"I wonder what that's like," Patricia replied, her voice tinged with longing. "I'd love to go to a concert someday."
Eliza's eyes lit up. "There's a girl group coming to Marbles City soon." She slipped a folded flyer into Patricia's hand.
Patricia unfolded the paper and gasped softly. It was an advertisement for an upcoming concert by an overseas girl group- Black Pink.
A mischievous idea crossed her mind.
"Do you want to sneak out to Black Pink's concert?" Patricia asked, lowering her voice.
"What?" Eliza's eyes widened.
But before she could say more, Sister Melone glanced in their direction, and Eliza quickly clamped her mouth shut.
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Later that night, when the hall was silent and dark, Patricia crept into Sister Melone's office. Her heart pounded as she turned on the computer, the glow from the screen casting eerie shadows.
Navigating to the ticketing website, she hurriedly began the booking process for a Black Pink concert.
Just as she was about to finalize her purchase, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. Panic surged through Patricia as she ducked under the desk, trembling.
The door creaked open, and Sister Melone entered the room.
"I'm certain I turned this computer off," Sister Melone muttered, noticing the glow from the monitor.
Patricia held her breath, silently pleading, "Please don't look at the screen."
But Sister Melone moved toward the desk, her fingers reaching for the keyboard.
Just then, a voice interrupted.
"You're early, aren't you bitch? Eager for my fuck."
Patricia's stomach dropped. A man had entered the room. She peered through a crack under the desk and recognized him: Mr. Jonesy, the janitor.
"I had to wait for the girls to go to bed," Sister Melone replied, momentarily distracted from the computer.
"Strip," Mr. Jonesy commanded, his voice dripping with contempt.
To Patricia's shock, Sister Melone obeyed without hesitation.
"Yes, master", she replied while quickly unbuttoning her blouse and letting it fall to the floor.
What happened next made Patricia's skin crawl. Mr. Jonesy grabbed Sister Melone, pushing her onto the desk above Patricia as they began their sordid exchange. Their bodies pushed and pounded onto the table causing small tremors around Patricia.
Patricia's mind raced, "What shall I do now?"
Suddenly an opportunity arose as Sister Melone and Mr. Jonesy fell on the table resting after their hard session. This was her chance to escape.
Slowly, Patricia slid out from under the desk, careful not to make a sound. But just as she was about to slip away, she remembered the screen.
"If Sister Melone sees the ticketing page, I'm done for", she warned herself.
Steeling herself, Patricia crept back toward the computer. Her trembling hand reached for the mouse, dragging it to close the window.
Suddenly, the screen lit up again with a click.
"Bang!"
Patricia flinched as Mr. Jonesy slammed Sister Melone's head against the desk to restart the rough session of passion. The mouse moved and her hand slipped, accidentally pressing "Enter."
The screen shifted to a new page. "Welcome to the Realm of Sins," it read.
"Damn it!" Patricia hissed under her breath. Her heart was racing now.
Before she could escape, a hand grabbed her hair and yanked her back.
"What's this little brat doing here?" Mr. Jonesy growled.
Patricia yelped, trying to think quickly. "I... I wanted to learn how Adam and Eve made other humans," she blurted out.
Sister Melone's face twisted in fury. "You little—"
Before she could finish, a chime sounded from the computer.
"Login successful. Welcome to the Realm of Sins."
The room trembled violently.
"What is this?" Sister Melone gasped, backing away from the glowing screen.
The ground shook beneath them, and in an instant, the world around Patricia dissolved. When she opened her eyes, she was standing in a vast, unfamiliar room, its architecture like something out of an ancient movie.
"What... where am I?" Patricia murmured, her voice trembling as she took in her surroundings.
She was lying on a large, cozy bed dressed in delicate, satin pajamas that shimmered softly under the warm light of the room. Around her, the space was beautifully decorated with an array of porcelain dolls, plush toys, and elegant furniture. A grand piano stood in one corner, its polished surface gleaming. The air smelled faintly of lavender, and everything felt surreal, like a dream.
"You're in your room, dear," a calm voice spoke from nearby.
Patricia turned her head quickly and froze.
An ethereal figure had appeared, hovering near the edge of her bed. It was a woman dressed in a nun's clothing—but not the kind Patricia was used to seeing at the orphanage. This was a mockery of the holy uniform, skimpy and suggestive, like something pulled from a cosplay shop.
"Are you a real Sister of God?" Patricia asked warily, inching back on the bed.
The woman tilted her head and smiled faintly. "You can call me whatever you like, but I have no connection to your God," she replied, her tone playful yet cryptic.