Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 582 The Corrupt Priest

[A/N: Kinky stuff ahead, skip it if you wish.]

Daylight poured in brightly, with the sun hanging high above. Folks hurried through their daily chores, as a distressed lady approached a well-known temple.

Neighbors had told her that true devotion, combined with the priest's blessing, could wipe away all her woes.

Filled with desperate optimism, the unfortunate woman pressed on to the temple. Entry proved challenging, as many others had arrived with the same desperate expectations.

Yet she somehow squeezed inside and claimed a spot. Soon enough, the priest emerged, appearing far younger than she'd imagined.

She absorbed his insightful words, and numerous followers expressed gratitude for how he'd improved their existences.

This lifted Fiona's spirits, confirming she'd arrived at the perfect sanctuary.

Her situation had deteriorated terribly, leaving this as her final resort, so she lingered in anticipation of his blessing.

At last, her turn came, and the priest requested a private audience with her.

Once the gathering concluded, Fiona eagerly dashed off to encounter her rescuer.

"Share your name and describe your difficulties?" Vritra, the priest, inquired while filling a glass with liquid and taking a sip.

"I- I'm Fiona, Lord [sob], please save me… you're my last chance now, [sob]," she uttered, tears beginning to flow as she spoke.

"Fear not, since you've sought me out, you won't depart unsatisfied. I mean, I'll banish all your troubles," Vritra declared with flair, as sudden flames erupted from his hands before vanishing mysteriously.

"Y- Yes, my whole world has crumbled, [sob]. My home, my wealth, all vanished, e- even my spouse favors other ladies more.

It's as if a dark spell has ruined my once-blissful days," Fiona responded through her weeping, appearing utterly heartbreaking.

"COUGH. It's fine. Such issues are straightforward to fix, though success hinges on your devotion."

Vritra remarked, swallowing more of the wine, which he treated like a sacred elixir.

"I am d- devoted, please assist me!!" Fiona urged quickly, dropping to her knees.

She sensed it—this spot would transform her destiny. Yet the naive, trusting, oblivious, optimistic wife remained unaware of the drastic shifts awaiting her.

"Very well, I'll judge your devotion myself. Allow me to examine… hmm," Vritra placed the glass down and gazed at her, feigning intense concentration.

"OH MY GOD!!" Abruptly, he leaped from his seat, his face etched with astonishment.

"W- What's the matter, priest?" Fiona gasped in alarm, clutching her hands tightly as she questioned.

The unfortunate lady's attire hugged her form snugly, highlighting her voluptuous contours. She appeared incredibly alluring.

"I sense it clearly—a curse has been cast upon you, and it's an intensely powerful one. It won't relent until you've forfeited it all.

The one responsible must despise you deeply. Curing this won't be simple. Perhaps it's beyond hope at this point," Vritra explained with a heavy sigh, shaking his head.

"Wha- Priest!! I beg you, you're my sole salvation. If you abandon me too, what becomes of me… [sob]. Please, you must aid me.

These are m- my jewels, all that's left to me. I'll bring more soon, but save me, I implore," Fiona begged, her expression so woeful that the priest found it unbearable.

"No, no, I require none of that. Your faith in me suffices entirely. Do you believe I seek riches? My goal is merely to aid those in need," Vritra replied, gently rejecting her jewelry.

'He's exactly as the tales described. Only he can rescue me now.' Fiona felt even more convinced.

"Sigh. Fine, I'll exert every effort to assist you, even at personal cost. This path will be arduous, and you may face unwelcome demands.

Yet with enough true devotion, I can dispel that malevolence," Vritra assured her firmly.

"Thank you pri-" Fiona began, but he cut her off.

"No, address me as master. You're a faithful and devoted soul; I'll use all my strength to free you from this doomed path," he continued.

"Thank you, master!!" Fiona exclaimed, relief washing over her at this glimmer of possibility.

"To banish the curse, a complete purification is essential. Proceed to bathe first, then don the garments provided there.

Discard your present attire—it's all tainted by the curse now," Vritra commanded, and Fiona nodded vigorously.

"Yes, master, I'll follow your instructions."

She intended to prove her commitment. After more thanks and prayers for several minutes, a maid escorted her to the bathing area.

"Keep in mind, the purification demands total thoroughness, so cast aside all reservations and uncertainties. It'll only complicate matters for us both," he called after her as Fiona agreed with a hum and nod.

Meanwhile, Vritra prepared several tools for purging the wicked curse.

Fiona consigned her garments to the flames while beginning her bath, then received the required outfit.

"W- Put these on? Where's the other clothing?" she queried.

"That's everything required. Recall, the ritual demands openness; anything less makes it unfeasible," the maid replied from beyond the door before departing.

Fiona gaped at the items in her grasp, perplexed. Her old clothes had burned away completely, but how could she appear before the esteemed priest like this?

Had they erred?

'What's happening? It doesn't feel like an error. But facing a man in such scant attire?' Fiona wrestled with unease, yet she couldn't remain confined in the bath indefinitely.

Nor could she keep the revered priest waiting.

'Correct, no doubts or pauses. Devotion is key. There has to be purpose in this,' Fiona resolved, clenching her jaw as she prepared herself.

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Moments later, with Vritra having arranged all necessities, Fiona stepped into the chamber.

The others had departed, isolating the pair for the vital ceremony.

"M- Master, I've arrived…" Fiona whispered, flushed with shame.

Vritra pivoted to face her. A towel enveloped her frame, yet her creamy, silky thighs peeked out clearly.

And the gentle swell of her plush hips hinted through the fabric.

"Very well, no delays—let's commence the purification. Prolonging it only empowers the curse further.

Approach, drop the towel, and recline here," Vritra directed, lifting a bowl brimming with a chocolate-like substance.

"B- But…" Fiona clutched the towel firmly, her thoughts in turmoil, though the curse demanded removal.

After a brief hesitation, she released it, letting the towel fall away.

The sight that emerged heated the air instantly.

Only a single strip of fabric covered her, stretching from shoulder to midway down her thighs.

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