14 – Monkey’s Hand

I thought I could understand why the astronauts who returned to Earth collapsed on the ground the moment they stepped on the ground again.

After jumping around on the trampoline, right after that, I couldn’t put my strength on my legs because of the nausea that seemed to have multiplied the feeling of discomfort I felt the moment I repeated jumping on a level ground.

The sense of accomplishment of fulfilling one’s duties and the whitish sense of exhaustion that slowly permeates the relaxed body.

This tired feeling, as if my consciousness was floating somewhere in between.

It was exhausting and difficult to the point where I thought I would never be able to reproduce it if I didn’t run even a long-distance marathon on a drunken day.

”Priest!”

The first thing that welcomed me after barely escaping from the gap in the dimension called the audience room.

It was the soft touch that lightly exceeded the finest wool duvet, and the nun’s worrying voice faintly audible from above.

”Are you all right! Priest! Get your mind right!”

Even though my body and mind were in rags, the masculinity inside me, which somehow clearly felt the soft touch of hugging my face, felt a bit vulgar.

There was no way I could afford to resist this enchanting comfort, so I ended up surrendering myself unwillingly.

”····Su, Sister?”

”Whew… Fortunately, you seem to be fully conscious…”

this person. You’re the type to look skinny when you wear them.

In the midst of not being able to stop admiring the unexpected great discovery.

Seeing the bustling behavior of the nun, who was always calm and calm, that she had never seen before.

He belatedly recalled the fact that he hadn’t given an after-action report yet, and hurriedly pursed his dry lips.

”ah····. The saintess’ persuasion… Anyway, it ended well…”

He raised his hand, which felt as heavy as a rebar, with difficulty, and raised his thumb, quietly announcing that he had successfully disarmed the bomb.

”ha····. Yes, you would.”

A sigh of disgust and a voice with a hint of rebuke.

Perhaps, wondering if I had made another mistake, I forcibly lifted my creaking head as if rust had soaked in it, and looked at the nun’s face.

”Priest is still the same…”

The nun’s eyes seemed to be reminiscing about something, and there was a sorrowful melancholy in her eyes.

Although they had maintained a thin and long relationship since their days as apprentice priests.

Between us, which was a so-called face-to-face relationship, only familiarizing each other with names and faces.

The legitimate question of whether there really was a memory that could evoke such a desperate expression passed by the accident.

Since the state of affairs was the state of affairs, it was appropriate to put aside the questions that would take a long time to understand.

”Sister… It’s because my body isn’t listening right now… Can you help me to where Priest Mabel is?”

”Yeah····. No problem····.”

Occasionally, I showed the nun my left hand, which was only wiggling the tips of the fingers, and asked her for help.

After picking up a radish from the field, I lifted my body from the ground.

The trustworthy appearance of the nun who so effortlessly puts my arm around her neck gave me a small scratch on my pride as a man.

The reason why I feel genetically inferior to women who are stronger than me is because I have been consistently getting the 2nd and 3rd vaccinations.

The scar did not spread to the lump that remained in the chest for a long time.

”What happened inside…? Apparently, the miracle of healing was also used on him once…”

”I’ll explain the details as I go…”

The words were supportive, but it was as if she was being dragged along, completely surrendering to the nun.

Suddenly, a story about a clever crab that lived with coral on its back, which I had seen in an animal documentary, suddenly came to mind.

Instead of protecting corals from all sorts of threats, they assume the role of bridges for corals that would normally not be able to move from their original position.

Coral provides the crab with shelter and slime to feed on, a so-called symbiotic relationship.

Wouldn’t my current state, where I’m just putting my body on the subject with no shelter or mucus to provide, would be more like parasitism than symbiosis.

It’s the first time I’ve ever felt inferior to coral in my life.

like that.

Maybe it’s because the shock inflicted on his mind hasn’t healed yet.

It was around the time that my brain, which kept wandering, was wasting brain capacity with trivial thoughts.

”Hyeah!”

Right after I heard the cute scream of an unknown person, my body, which had been being carried well, suddenly fell to the floor.

”ah.”

My body sensations were still in full swing, so the pain I felt wasn’t that great.

Without even a hint of notice, the 180 degree inverted field of view instantly caught the illusion that the heavens and the earth had been turned upside down.

”I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Priest! Gwa, are you okay!”

The nun hurriedly closed the distance to me with a rare look of bewilderment.

While hugging her own clothes, especially around her chest.

With a flushed face reminiscent of a ripe tomato, the sight of her hurriedly examining my body to see if there were any healthy spots was powerful enough to stir up an ominous storm in my thoughts.

And at the tip of the middle finger of my left hand, I can only feel the reverberation very faintly.

When I touched something soft, the unique faint touch threw a spark into the ominous storm.

”excuse me····. Sister… No way, maybe I…”

”Do not speak! Go, because I know very well that you didn’t do it on purpose! Buy more than that, hurt! I need to check the wound! Priest, you have already used today’s prayers, so if you are seriously injured by any chance while you are not feeling well…”

”Sister… Maybe I…”

”No, don’t tell me! First of all, it seems that there are no broken places luckily! Still, just in case, call the priest’s doctor or another priest who has spare hands as soon as business ends…”

”Even if my hand is on the nun’s chest…”

”I told you not to talk—!!!”

The nun who took off the hood she was wearing on her head in an instant and flung it toward my face suddenly let out a powerful scream, as if letting go of her emotions.

Fuck shit.

It wasn’t breathing, it was a paralysis as if he was controlling his emotions.

The light blue hair, which made a sharp contrast with the reddish face, was showing off its transparency as if it would disappear as it is if it was released into the sky.

The ferocious blue eyes staring this way and a drop of tear gently forming on the edge were so admirable that I thought it was an artistic device to implicitly describe the pitifulness inherent in her cool-headedness.

If I could mention the nun’s now disheveled appearance, seen through the hood that had fallen from her face, at a drinking party with other priests, it would be a foregone conclusion that I would be the main character of the day.

If I did such a thing, there is a great risk that my life, which I had barely saved, would be submerged again into the bottomless abyss.

I had to firmly bite my lower lip, which was about to open without notice.

”ruler! Stop talking nonsense and give me your hand again! Rage’s Guardian Priest!”

”Yeah····.”

I couldn’t say anything because I threatened with eyes that if I said one more nonsense, I would tear my mouth apart.

While I was on my way to Priest La Novel with the support of the nun’s noble sacrifice, it seemed that my sinful hands, which were still under anesthesia, had committed the sin of groping her chest a couple of more times.

”Huh! Whoops! hehehe…”

”····”

Maybe he thought that if I didn’t show it, I wouldn’t know.

It was quite an ordeal to pretend not to notice the sister’s ceaseless and futile efforts at close range, pretending to be calm, while barely swallowing the moaning that was about to burst out.

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Just a moment ago, thanks to this left hand, he was able to escape a crisis, but is he trying to pay the price of his life for saving his owner to the point of being stabbed in this way?

You may have heard of the ‘monkey’s hand’, which is said to grant the owner’s wish in a twisted form.

I haven’t heard of a ‘monkey-like hand’ that ignores the owner’s will and tries to achieve his desire as he pleases.

Even the cartoons I saw once about alien races that parasitize people’s hands were better than this.

Because there was still minimal communication possible.

Shinichi. I want to touch your chest do not do that.

The fact that this hallway, which is so familiar to me because I go in and out every day, somehow feels dozens of times longer than usual.

Silky, the thought that it was not only because of the fatigue of the body passed through my head.