Bộ Sưu Tập Tội Lỗi Của Vị Linh Mục Ngoan Đạo : Chương 18

Here's a thinking process:

1. **Analyze the Request:**

- User wants me to "Dịch sang tiếng Việt: ... KHÔNG markdown, KHÔNG giải thích."

The user wants me to translate the provided text: '…Am I seeing things?'

There was no way Theodore Valentino, the only person besides the Pope to possess those rare golden eyes, a symbol of divine favor, would be standing in front of the shed looking at her.

Whoosh.

The moment she blinked, a cold night breeze rushed in. The candle on the shelf flickered, and as the light wavered, the person that must have been an illusion stepped into the shed.

“..!?”

In that moment, Daphne realized.

This was real.

She hadn’t imagined it. The fantasy she had just entertained, of wishing that Theodore Valentino’s manhood was the one she had just been inserting into herself, hadn’t caused a hallucination.

‘What, what do I do?’

The imitation phallus was still stuck between her legs. She quickly pulled down the hem of her skirt to cover up her scandalous lower half, but it was obviously suspicious.

Theodore Valentino, who had been standing in the doorway, stiffened and opened his mouth.

“What are you doing here, Sister Daphne?”

A low, muffled voice drifted into the shed.

“……Hiccup!”

Daphne quickly covered her mouth at the unexpected hiccup, but it wouldn’t stop.

‘Oh Father above…! Why is this happening all of a sudden?!’

Theodore Cardinal’s expression, as he stared at her, turned strange. Daphne waved her arm, signaling that she was going to leave. Somehow, Theodore understood, and he stepped into the shed, his large frame filling the cramped space.

He spoke softly.

“Please, breathe.”

“Ha… hic! …hic!”

This was maddening. She tried holding her breath, swallowing, but the hiccups wouldn’t stop. Seeing Daphne’s face redden as she struggled to hold back tears, Theodore sighed.

“Things have been noisy inside the temple grounds lately…”

He clicked his tongue and brushed aside his slightly disheveled silver hair. When his eyes met hers, the door to the shed slammed shut.

Bang!

The candlelight flickered wildly as the light was disturbed. Before she knew it, Theodore had moved so close that he grabbed both of her wrists and lifted them above her head. In an instant, Daphne found her hands bound, and she stared at him with wide eyes. Theodore looked down at her silently before speaking again.

“Finally, it stopped.”

“…H-hic.”

“Speak, Sister Daphne. What have you been doing here?”

Daphne looked away. She was glad the hiccups had stopped, but she couldn’t avoid his question.

‘What am I supposed to say? That I was mxstxrbating to relieve stress?’

If she did, she’d be lucky if she didn’t end up in solitary confinement for being as lecherous as her three-star birth predicted.

‘O–or I could just say I wanted some time to myself.’

But then he would ask how long she’d been coming and going out of this abandoned shed. Would he chastise her for knowing about the existence and not reporting it? Whatever the case, she needed to get out of the immediate crisis.

Daphne flashed a weak smile at Theodore who eyed her suspiciously.

“Oh, nothing, I was just praying. I found this place on a walk the other day, and I thought it would be a good place to come if I wanted to pray to the Father out loud, because, as you know, you can’t pray out loud in the convent…”

Daphne, who excuses herself by saying that she wanted to pray elsewhere because the convent is too quiet, adds that she never intentionally hid the place.

“Hmm…”

He didn’t seem to believe her, but at least they couldn’t punish her for praying to the Father.

“Agh..!”

Theodore released his hold on her wrists as Daphne smiled weakly to hide her nervousness. Though he did not let go of both of them — only one.

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