The corridor smelled of old stone and clean water.
Hailee stopped near the last archway, turning to Elias with her usual gentle brightness, though there was a faint tiredness behind it now. Noon had long passed. The bells would ring soon. If they were late again, Sister Elizabeth's disappointment would not be quiet.
"That's enough for today," Hailee said softly, brushing her hands together as if dust alone could be shaken from her thoughts. "You've done well. Now we should focus and finish quickly. Dinner will be soon."
Elias nodded immediately.
"Yes. Of course."
She glanced toward the corridor they had just finished—the women's washroom hallway now clean, gleaming faintly under the narrow windows. She smiled, satisfied.
Then she hesitated.
"Oh—" she said, as if remembering something unpleasant. "Sister Elizabeth also told me… you must clean one bathroom too. Just one. Before dinner."
Elias didn't question it.
"Okay," he replied with the same quiet obedience that had followed him since he entered Sancthorn.
Hailee gestured for him to follow.
They walked.
Stone echoed beneath their steps. The farther they went, the colder the air felt—thicker, heavier. Elias didn't realize why his chest was tightening until they stopped.
Hailee reached the door.
She pushed it open.
Elias froze.
The world tilted.
It was the same bathroom.
The same stone walls.
The same narrow window.
The same place.
The place where, that morning, he had stood hidden—heart hammering, breath stolen—as Hailee bathed without knowing his eyes were there.
His pulse exploded.
*No…*
The scent hit him instantly.
Faint.
Warm.
Unmistakable.
Water… rose oil… something softer beneath it.
*Her.*
His vision blurred for half a second as memory slammed into him—water trailing slow glistening paths down her pale creamy curves, thin fabric clinging wet to perky young tits before peeling away to reveal rock-hard pink nipples swollen and begging to be sucked raw, her unaware movements bending forward to expose that downy patch of prepubescent pussy hair framing puffy slick lips peeking shy between juicy thighs, virgin asshole clenching tight as droplets raced down her deep crack, the way light kissed her untouched skin like a forbidden blessing burned only for his demon gaze.
Elias swallowed hard, cock twitching involuntarily against his robe as the real innocent Elias flushed pure shame—but the darkness inside throbbed hungry, fantasizing pinning her right there against the wet stone, ripping fresh clothes off to maul those soft heaving boobs until they bruise purple, spreading her creamy ass cheeks wide to ram throbbing cock balls-deep into her dripping virgin slit splitting her hymen bloody while choking her gentle throat until she gurgles holy whimpers mixed with squirting nectar.
Hailee stepped inside normally, unaware of the storm ripping through him.
"Let's be quick," she said lightly. "This one doesn't get much use after noon."
Elias followed.
The door closed behind them with a dull sound that echoed far too loudly.
The bathroom felt… intimate.
Stone benches damp from earlier use.
The floor faintly warm.
Steam long gone but its ghost still clinging to the air—thick with lingering pussy musk from her secret morning bath.
Elias's fingers tightened around the cleaning cloth.
His heartbeat thundered in his ears.
*She was here.*
Then his eyes fell upon them.
Folded near the stone ledge.
Clothes.
Simple.
Light.
Feminine.
*Hailee's.*
His breath caught sharply.
He recognized them instantly—not because of anything obvious, but because his mind had burned their memory into him that morning—thin damp fabric still carrying her sweet untouched scent, the crotch panel faintly stained with dried pussy honey from her innocent washing.
Hailee saw them too.
Her eyes widened—just for a moment.
Then she froze.
She didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Didn't reach for them.
Elias felt something inside him shift.
A smile—not on his lips, but deep inside.
*So… you missed them.*
He turned slowly toward her, keeping his voice innocent, curious.
"Hey," he said casually. "Whose clothes are those?"
Hailee startled.
"Oh—those?" she said too quickly. "Probably someone forgot them earlier."
Elias tilted his head.
"Forgot them… after bathing?" he asked gently. "That's strange."
He stepped closer.
"And why are they still here?" he continued, eyes fixed on the fabric. "Did someone take a bath after the decided time?"
Hailee's fingers curled slightly at her side.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, neck flushing pink with pure faithful panic.
"I—I don't think so," she said, forcing steadiness. "Maybe from the morning. Everyone bathes before prayer."
Elias nodded slowly.
"Oh," he said. "That's what Aron told me too."
Her eyes flicked to his.
"But he also said," Elias continued softly, "that after morning prayer, some sisters always check carefully. They make sure nothing is left behind."
Silence.
Thick.
Heavy.
Hailee's breath became shallow, her perky tits rising faster under the robe, nipples hardening visibly against thin cloth from nervous sweat.
Elias took a step toward the clothes.
"I should check," he said simply. "So we know who broke the rule."
Hailee moved instantly.
Too fast.
She grabbed the clothes before he could reach them, clutching them to her chest—pressing the pussy-scented crotch right against her own heaving boobs.
"I'll take them!" she said, voice sharp with panic. "I'll give them to the sister they belong to."
Elias stopped.
Looked at her.
"Oh," he said. "Okay."
Then, softly:
"But I should still inform Sister Elizabeth… or maybe Mother Agnes. They wouldn't like it if they found out I knew and didn't say anything."
The color drained from Hailee's face.
Her heartbeat spiked so hard Elias could almost feel it—innocent pulse racing pure through her untouched body.
*There it is. Fear.*
Her hands trembled slightly as she held the clothes tighter, as if they might vanish—faint pussy musk wafting fresh from the fabric clutched against her.
"Please," she said quickly. "I'll tell them myself. There's no need for you to—"
"No," Elias interrupted gently, smiling. "It's okay. I'll tell them."
He turned slightly, as if ready to leave.
"At least this way," he added, "Sister Elizabeth might think I'm responsible."
Hailee's breath hitched.
"No—wait!"
She stepped closer, panic flooding her features. A faint sheen of sweat formed along her neck, catching the light as it slid slowly downward between her collarbone toward the shadowed valley of her cleavage. Elias's eyes followed it unconsciously, his inner darkness stirring violently—*imagining that sweat trail racing over swollen tit curves to drip from rock-hard nipples while he forces her to her knees, stuffs her own damp panties in her pure mouth, then yanks her hips back to split her puffy downy pussy wide open with brutal thrusts until creamy walls milk his cock dry.*
"Please understand," she said, voice trembling. "Sister Elizabeth won't like knowing you entered a women's washroom… and saw… and touched clothes."
Elias blinked innocently.
"But you brought me here," he said softly. "How can that be my fault?"
Hailee froze.
Her lips parted, searching for words—soft pink mouth begging unconsciously to wrap around throbbing demon shaft.
"I—" she stammered. "I wasn't supposed to bring you inside. She only told me to make you clean the corridor. I was just… playing around."
Her voice cracked.
"I'm sorry. Really."
She rushed on, words tumbling over each other.
"Let's forget this bathroom. We'll stop cleaning. I won't give you any more punishment. You're free to go. Just—please—don't tell anyone about this. Or about the clothes."
She looked at him then.
Truly looked.
Her eyes were wide.
Glossy.
Afraid.
Elias felt it fully then.
*Control.*
Something dark unfurled inside him, slow and satisfied—*visions flooding of her bound by this promise, forced on all fours in this very bath with legs spread wide, downy pussy lips parted dripping while he rams relentlessly into her clenching virgin asshole gaping it raw, choking her ponytail to yank her head back as fat tits swing slapping wet stone, turning faithful whimpers into broken cum-begging screams.*
He let a small smile curve his lips—not cruel, just calm.
"Okay," he said.
Relief flooded her face instantly.
"But," he added quietly, "if I do this… you have to promise me something."
Hailee stiffened.
"A promise?" she asked uncertainly.
"One request," Elias said. "Anything I ask. No questions."
She hesitated.
He stepped closer.
So close she could feel his breath—warm puffs teasing her flushed cheeks, carrying faint masculine scent mixing with her own pussy musk in the steamy air.
"I'll tell you when the time comes," he murmured. "But you must promise. Swear to the Holy Truth."
Hailee's chest tightened, perky tits heaving faster.
Something felt wrong.
But fear pressed harder.
She looked at him, trying to read his face—but all she saw was loneliness.
Sadness.
A boy who had no one.
"I would have helped you anyway," she said softly. "You didn't need to say it like that."
Elias's eyes darkened just slightly—left demon eye flickering black unseen.
"I've never had friends," he said quietly. "Where I come from… people do this. They promise each other."
His voice wavered.
"But it's okay. Forget it. I won't tell anyone."
Guilt crushed her pure faithful heart.
"No—wait," she said quickly, warmth flooding back into her voice. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
She took a breath—innocent chest rising, robe straining over hardened nipples.
"Alright. I promise. I'll help you with whatever you ask."
She paused.
"And I swear to the Holy Truth."
Something inside Elias locked into place.
His smile widened—but she didn't see it, blind to the demon grin flashing predatory triumph.
"Really?" he said brightly. "You're the best."
She smiled back, relieved, unaware of what she had just bound herself to—her pure soul now chained to corruption, ripe for the moment he claims his "request" by spreading her creamy thighs apart in this sacred bath, tongue-lashing her swollen clit until she squirts faithless nectar, then breeding her untouched womb balls-deep while she chokes on broken prayers.
"Now let's go," she said softly. "It's almost dinner time."
They walked back together.
But as they moved through the corridors, Elias's eyes never left her.
Watching.
Learning.
Waiting.
Her innocence walked beside him.
And his darkness followed close behind.
***