Father, I am guilty. Sitting in the confessional, I reverently hung my head and clasped my hands.

I was an out-and-out atheist before the crossing, but the concept doesn't work in another world, and the ancients rated it as a strange force and a god is all over the streets.

Take a step or two and you'll see someone's head fall off their neck, your neighbor may have both human and horse traits, and an angel with a halo on his head is likely to be snuggling up in a restaurant munching on a burger.

You can't escape from reality, because the qiē staged here is always teasing your common sense, and if you don't choose to adapt, your life will be very hard in the future.

None of that is what I want to talk about right now, but the biggest reason that really drove me to church was not that the sun was too hot near noon, and although this was part of the reason, the main thing was that I was desperate to talk to someone about the troubles I was in now.

Cyno can't, if he really told her about this, Cyno would definitely only applaud, opening a harem and breaking worldly conventions are the daily tasks of every demon king.

Diana can't do it, if I tell her that I have a young girl, even if there is a temptation to be drugged, I will inevitably be scolded by her.

Luvica ...... Forget it, there's no point in talking about this with someone with zero common sense.

Even if I didn't even pay attention to which god the other party believed in and entered the church, I believe that with the professional ethics of others, I would not suddenly interject in the middle of my confession: "Young man, are you religious?"

Don't be nervous, everyone in this world is guilty. The priest's tone sounded rather calm, but it felt a little absent-minded.

Well, it's noon break, after all, and if anyone dares to disturb me during my lunch break, I'll be tempted to cover him with the weapon at hand, so I don't forgive the priest for being so lazy.

Diverting the focus away from the priest's reaction, I am here to repent, and it is not worth bothering here.

I took a breath and said in a chagrinated tone: But I was hard by a young girl a few days ago.

Even through a layer of wood, I could hear the loud crash coming from next door, apparently the priest had accidentally fallen out of his chair.

Oh, my sun god! The priest gasped and asked in a questioning tone: "Didn't you resist?"

I wanted to resist, too, but I was drugged by the other party. I rubbed my temples and said in a sad tone: The worst thing is not only that, obviously the object is a young girl, but I am the one who is pressed down.

Could you please say more so that I can forgive your sins on behalf of the sun god?

I nodded, and as I thought about it, I stated truthfully: We did it all night, the effect of the pill was too strong, my lower body was completely in a state of golden gun, if I really want to say it, there is nothing wrong with it, strong staying power is something that makes men proud, but as I said before, I have always been the one in the lower position, in other words, we played in the riding position all night!

Oh, how can it be so enviable...... I mean, how could such a terrible thing happen to be born in this city.

It's not enviable at all! I slapped the table and said angrily: "I am so caught, Father, can you imagine the feeling of inserting your words into a tube that is much narrower than it, and then going in and out of it repeatedly?"

Sir, this analogy of yours is a bit difficult to understand.

Okay, so you've probably seen a plastic chair with a lot of vents on the chair, right?

Yes, there is. The priest replied.

Imagine your fingers being stuck in the vent and unable to pull them out.

…… I see, it hurts.

The priest's attention was now drawn to the topic, and I decided that it was almost time to get down to business.

This incident of being forced by a young girl is just a trivial episode, in fact, I have a friend who has been in a state of confusion for a while. Not going to talk about Beatrice, I started talking about my situation instead, but with a slight revision.

Wait, you'll talk about it later, God tells us that before we take over the next thing, we must take care of what we have at hand, and let's talk more about you being forced by a young girl.

It doesn't matter what it is! Displeased, I suddenly felt that the priest did not seem to be so reliable, but since they were all in the confessional, I went on: I know a friend, and by chance, he became the head of a company that was about to go out of business, and at that time there were no employees at the bottom of the company, and only a female secretary was left, but it may have been that he had a clear goal in the time of idleness, and my friend was still involved in this matter. With the assistance of the female secretary, although the company cannot be said to be revived, it has finally improved.

Although the subject was diverted, the priest had to respond to me seriously, even if he was unhappy: Doesn't that sound like a problem?

Work is smooth, but it doesn't mean that your private life is safe. I sighed and said: Maybe it's because someone has finally shouldered the burden of the company, and the female secretary has also shown a distorted sense of dependence while assisting my friend, and the female secretary no longer values her own personality, but instead regards my friend's values as her own, and climbed into my friend's bed for various reasons on a dark and windy night......

The boss and the secretary have to tell the story, but if your friend is single, it's not a big deal, and there are many races that accept polygamy on the big six.

If it's just that, of course, it's fine, but the problem is that the company has improved. I stretched out my hand to wipe my face and said with a sad expression: The company's recovery inevitably needs to recruit people, so this company hired a security guard, this security guard is both disciplined and supre, and what is even better is that she is full of loyalty to the company's owner, that is, my friend.

Isn't that also a good thing?

Yes, but that loyalty is distorted, she sees her work as a part of hers, and in order to balance her family and career, she actually chooses to fall in love with my friend, the company belongs to my friend, so she is equivalent to dedicating herself to my friend and his company at the same time.

My sun god, could it be that your friend is also in love with her?

Not really, my friend has a lot of self-control.

And then what?

Oh, in the course of a business negotiation, my friend was drugged by a young girl......

Sir, that friend of yours is yourself, isn't it?

Ahem, that's two different things.

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Miscellaneous:

Today's first update~

It is said that travel after a long time is really good for physical and mental health.

I just applied for another contract, but I don't know what the outcome will be.

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