Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 582 The Corrupt Priest

[A/N: Kinky stuff ahead, skip it if you wish.]

The sun hung high and brilliant in the sky, casting a bright glow over the world. Amidst the bustling crowds of people attending to their daily labors, a woman plagued by worry traveled toward a renowned temple.

Neighbors had informed her that if she displayed enough sincerity, the priest's blessing could resolve every one of her misfortunes.

Driven by desperate hope, the poor woman continued her journey to the holy site. Gaining entry proved to be a struggle, as a vast number of others had arrived with similar aspirations in their hearts.

Eventually, she managed to find her way inside and secured a seat. It wasn't long before the priest made his appearance, looking significantly younger than she had imagined.

She sat and listened to his profound sermon, watching as numerous followers offered their gratitude to the priest for transforming their lives for the better.

This sight bolstered Fiona’s spirit; it truly felt as though she had found the right path.

Her circumstances had turned dire, and since this was her final remaining option, she waited patiently, praying for a chance to receive his divine favor.

At last, her opportunity arrived, and the priest even requested a private meeting with her.

Once the public event concluded, Fiona hurried with a joyful heart to meet the man she viewed as her savior.

"Tell me your name and the nature of your burdens," Vritra, the priest, inquired. He poured a liquid into a glass and took a slow sip.

"I—I am Fiona, Lord SOB, please help me… you are my only hope now, SOB," she stammered, breaking into tears as she spoke.

"Do not fret. Since you have sought me out, there is no way you will leave with an empty stomach. By that, I mean I shall strip away all your troubles," Vritra declared with dramatic flair, as magical flames flared from his palms before vanishing into thin air.

"Y-Yes, everything has crumbled, SOB. My home, my wealth, it’s all gone, a-and even my husband’s attention is on other women. It feels as if a curse was placed upon my once happy life," Fiona answered through her sobbing, appearing truly wretched.

"COUGH. It is fine. Such issues are simple to rectify, though whether they can be fixed depends entirely on the depth of your sincerity."

Vritra spoke while taking another draught of the wine, consuming it as if it were a holy elixir.

"I am s-sincere, please help me!!" Fiona cried out urgently, dropping to her knees.

She was certain that this was the place where her destiny would change. However, the naive, unsuspecting, and hopeful married woman had no inkling of exactly how that change would manifest.

"Well, I shall be the judge of that. Let me observe… hmmm," Vritra remarked, setting his glass aside to stare at her with a facade of intense concentration.

"OH MY GOD!!" he suddenly yelled, leaping from his chair with a look of pure shock.

"W-What is it, priest?" Fiona asked, startled, her hands instinctively clutched together.

The poor woman's attire pressed tightly against her skin, highlighting her mature curves. She looked incredibly alluring in her distress.

"I can see it now. A curse has indeed been cast upon you, and it is a heavy one. It will not cease until you have been stripped of everything. Whoever performed this must harbor great hatred for you. Treating this will be no simple task. It might even be impossible at this stage," Vritra stated, shaking his head with a heavy sigh.

"Wha—Priest!! Please, you are my final hope. If you turn me away, then what will I… SOB. Please, you must assist me. This is m-my jewelry, it’s all I have left. I can provide more in the future, but please, help me," Fiona begged, looking so heartbroken that the priest seemed moved by her plight.

"No, no, I require none of that. Your faith in me is more than enough. Do you believe I do this for coin? My only wish is to help those in need," Vritra said, pushing the jewelry back toward her.

'He truly is as the legends say. Only he can rescue me now.' Fiona felt her conviction grow even stronger.

"Sigh. Very well, I shall do my utmost to assist you, even if it brings suffering upon myself. This process will not be easy, and you might be required to do things you find uncomfortable. But if your sincerity is true, I can wipe away that malice," Vritra promised with a firm voice.

"Thank you pri—" Fiona began, but she was quickly cut off.

"No, you must call me master. You are a virtuous and faithful woman; I will use all my power to liberate you from this cursed destiny," he added.

"Thank you, master!!" Fiona exclaimed, looking relieved now that a glimmer of hope had appeared.

"To purge that curse, I must cleanse you completely. First, go and bathe, then change into the garments provided there. Discard your current clothes; everything you own is already saturated with the curse," Vritra commanded, and Fiona nodded her head frantically.

"Understood, master, I will follow your instructions."

She was determined to prove her sincerity. After spending a few more minutes in prayer and gratitude, she was eventually escorted to the bathing area by a maid.

"Keep in mind, the cleansing must be absolute, so cast aside all doubt and hesitation. Otherwise, it will only create trouble for us both," he called out behind her as Fiona hummed in agreement.

While Vritra prepared the tools necessary for the purification of the sinister curse, Fiona threw her old garments into the fire.

After finished her bath, she was handed the clothes she was expected to wear.

"W-Wear these? Where is the rest of the outfit?" she questioned.

"That is the entirety of it. Remember, the purification requires you to be open, or else it cannot succeed," the maid answered from outside before departing.

Fiona stared at the fabric in her hands, completely bewildered. Her original clothes were already ash, but how could she appear before the esteemed priest in such a state?

Was this some sort of error?

'What is happening? It doesn't feel like a mistake. But how can I face a man dressed like this?' Fiona felt conflicted, yet she couldn't remain in the bathroom forever.

She also couldn't keep the respected priest waiting.

'Right, no doubts or hesitation. I must be sincere. There has to be a reason for this,' Fiona thought, clenching her teeth as she began to dress.

…

Moments later, just as Vritra finished his preparations, Fiona entered the chamber.

Everyone else had departed, leaving the two of them in solitude for the grand ritual.

"M-Master, I have arrived…" Fiona whispered, overcome with bashfulness.

Vritra turned to look at her. A towel was wrapped around her frame, yet her smooth, silky thighs remained fully exposed.

The soft curves of her hips were barely concealed beneath the thin towel.

"Good, let us not dally. We must begin the cleansing immediately. The longer we delay, the more potent the curse becomes. Come here, discard the towel, and lie down," Vritra directed, picking up a bowl filled with a dark, chocolate-colored fluid.

"B-But…" Fiona gripped the towel tightly, her thoughts racing, but the curse still had to be broken.

After a brief hesitation, she released her hold, letting the towel slide down her body.

The sight that was revealed caused the temperature in the room to skyrocket instantly.

She wore only a single piece of cloth that draped from her shoulder down to her mid-thighs.

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