Damien's lips twitched slightly.
A faint look of distaste crossed his face.
It even made him cringe a little.
"This place…" he muttered under his breath.
Then he turned his gaze back to the old priest.
"Where exactly is this place?" he asked.
The old priest smiled, as if pleased by the question.
"This is the Holy Church of Light," he began calmly.
"Where the goddess—"
"Yeah, I get it."
Damien cut him off with a small wave of his hand.
His tone carried clear disinterest.
He didn't need another speech about the goddess.
Not right now.
Without waiting for the priest to continue—
Damien shifted his attention.
His eyes moved toward the three nuns standing nearby.
A faint smirk appeared on his face once again.
"Well," he said casually.
"I can't keep standing here."
His gaze lingered on them for a moment.
"Why don't the three of you show me to my room?"
He tilted his head slightly.
"Or somewhere I can rest?"
The words had barely left his mouth when one of the priests suddenly stepped forward.
"Don't worry," the man began quickly, "a priest will esc—"
Damien's gaze suddenly snapped towards the priest, and the man quickly swallowed the words, his throat tightening.
The old priest glanced at him briefly, then returned his attention to Damien.
After a short pause—
He nodded.
A simple gesture.
The three nuns immediately responded.
They stepped forward slightly and bowed their heads toward Damien.
"Follow us… Lord Exorcist," one of them said softly.
Their voices were gentle. Respectful.
Damien didn't respond verbally.
He simply smirked faintly and began to walk.
The three nuns turned and led the way, their steps light as they guided him toward the exit of the hall.
The large doors creaked open once more.
And soon—
They were gone.
Left the hall behind.
Silence settled in the room once again.
The remaining priests stood still.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then—
One of the priests slowly stepped forward.
His expression had changed.
The earlier reverence was gone.
In its place—
Was something darker.
His eyes carried a faint, sinister glint as he moved closer to the old priest.
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
"He is… arrogant," he whispered.
There was clear dissatisfaction in his tone.
"He barely shows any regard for the goddess…"
His gaze flickered briefly toward the door Damien had just exited through.
"…can we really trust him to function as an exorcist?"
For a brief moment—
The old priest said nothing.
Then—
A low chuckle escaped his lips.
His eyes narrowed slightly as a faint smile spread across his face.
"Don't worry," he said quietly. "There's no need to rush."
He clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze drifting toward the glowing circle on the ground.
"He won't have a choice." he said, pausing for a few seconds.
"We just have to wait for him to get it…" His smile deepened slightly. "…the system from the goddess."
*
Meanwhile, Damien walked behind the three nuns in silence.
His steps were slow.
But his gaze was anything but calm.
It was fixed firmly.
On the buttocks of the three nuns in front of him, his eyes shining with lust.
The tight black gowns they wore clung closely to their bodies, leaving very little to the imagination.
With each step they took, the fabric shifted slightly, outlining the natural curves of their figures.
And most notably, the gentle sway of their hips.
Damien's eyes followed the movement closely.
A faint smirk slowly crept onto his lips.
There was something almost hypnotic about it.
The way their huge asses moved in rhythm with their steps, jiggling naturally with each motion.
He wanted nothing more than to smack those huge buttocks, and couldn't stop imagining them bouncing on his cock.
However, he held himself back for now, knowing this wasn't exactly the right time for something like that.
Meanwhile, the three nuns continued walking ahead, their heads slightly lowered.
They could sense Damien's gaze behind them, and their ears reddened in embarrassment.
This was the first time they were having someone stare at them like that, but to their surprise… they didn't hate it.
Though the faint redness on their ears suggested otherwise.
After a short walk through the quiet halls of the church, they finally came to a stop.
In front of a door.
It was large, made of polished wood, and just like everything else in this place—
It bore the same symbol.
A bold red cross was embedded at the top of the door, standing out clearly.
The three nuns turned around almost in unison, then bowed slightly.
"This is your room, Lord Exorcist," one of them said softly.
Damien didn't respond immediately.
Instead, he stepped forward.
His hand reached out and pushed the door open without hesitation.
The door creaked lightly as it swung inward.
And what greeted him was a large, spacious, well-lit room.
His eyes scanned the interior slowly as he stepped inside.
At the center of the room was a large bed, wide enough to comfortably fit multiple people.
Covered in clean white sheets with golden patterns embroidered neatly along the edges.
The pillows were soft and neatly arranged, giving off a sense of comfort that was almost inviting.
The rest of the room followed a similar theme.
White and gold.
Elegant decorations lined the walls.
Small ornaments sat neatly on polished surfaces.
Even the curtains were designed with a mix of white fabric and golden threads, giving the entire room a refined and almost royal appearance.
It was clear.
This wasn't just any ordinary room.
It was prepared specifically for someone important, someone like the divine exorcist.
Damien stepped further inside, his gaze still moving across the room.
Then, his expression shifted slightly, and a faint look of annoyance appeared on his face.
Though the room was indeed beautiful, it was mixed in with crosses and inscriptions, all of which worshipped the goddess of light.
Damien's eyes narrowed slightly.
His gaze lingered on one of the inscriptions for a moment longer.
'…Besides,' he thought to himself. 'There's a chance they're watching me.'
The thought didn't feel far-fetched, not after everything he had seen so far.
A faint smirk slowly returned to his lips.
'Whatever…' he thought, his shoulders relaxing slightly. 'It doesn't matter anyway.'
The smirk deepened just a little.
I'll be sure to put on a good show.
Without another word, Damien walked deeper into the room.
Then he stopped.
And turned slightly.
His gaze shifted back toward the door where the three nuns still stood.
He lifted his hand casually, then gestured for them to walk into the room.
The three nuns froze for a brief moment, their eyes flickering between each other.
Their faces immediately flushed a deeper shade of red, fingers tightening slightly against the fabric of their gowns.
However, their hesitation didn't last long, and after another brief glance at one another, they walked into the room behind him.
Damien stood calmly in the middle of the room, his golden eyes sweeping over the three nuns who had just stepped in behind him.
They stood close together, heads lowered and hands lightly clasped in front of them.
Their bodies still carried that same faint tension, as though they weren't entirely sure what to expect next.
A faint smirk curved on Damien's lips, then he raised his hand slightly and stretched it toward them in a casual gesture.
"Why don't you three beautiful ladies tell me your names…" he said, his tone smooth, almost teasing.
His gaze lingered on each of them in turn.
"…since we'll be seeing each other frequently for a while."
The words settled into the air.
The three nuns exchanged brief glances with one another before one of them stepped forward.
She had long brown hair, neatly packed into a bun at the back of her head.
Her head remained lowered as she spoke, clearly avoiding direct eye contact.
"My name is Sasha… Lord Exorcist…" she said softly.
Her voice was gentle, almost trembling.
Damien's eyes settled on her.
Then, he began to move.
Step by step, he walked toward her.
Each footstep echoed faintly against the polished floor, but to Sasha, it sounded much louder and heavier.
Her heartbeat began to quicken with each step he took even without her realising.
And yet—
She didn't dare lift her head.
Not until, he stopped right in front of her.
Damien reached out slowly.
His fingers moved gently under her chin.
Then, he lifted it.
Sasha gasped softly.
Her head tilted upward involuntarily, her eyes finally meeting his.
And in that moment, her heart nearly stopped.
Or rather—
It began to race even faster.
So fast that it felt like it would leap straight out of her chest.
Her breath hitched slightly as she stared into his face.
'He's… so handsome…' she thought to herself.
Her throat moved as she gulped nervously.
Her eyes lingered on his features—his sharp jawline, dark eyes, as well as the calm yet confident expression on his face.
She couldn't look away.
Damien's lips curved slightly as he watched her reaction.
"You don't have to lower your face when you talk to me," he said calmly.
His voice was softer now, almost reassuring.
But there was still that subtle confidence behind it.
After a moment, he released her chin.
Then his gaze shifted to the other two.
"And you?" he asked.
"What are your names?"
The second nun stepped forward almost immediately.
Her face was already red.
But now—
It deepened even further.
She bowed slightly, her hands tightening together as she spoke.
"I'm Bella," she said quickly.
Her voice carried a hint of nervousness.
But also something else.
A faint excitement.
The third nun followed shortly after.
She also stepped forward and bowed slightly.
"I'm Sosha," she said softly.
Her tone was calm.
But her body language wasn't.
Out of the three—
She stood out the most.
Her figure was curvier, especially her chest, which was almost twice bigger than that of the other two.
As she bowed—
The movement caused her gown to shift slightly.
And with it, her breasts moved, bouncing softly.
Damien's eyes didn't miss it, not even for a second and his eyes drank in the wonderful sight fully.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips once again.
Clearly, he liked what he saw.