The Broken Possessors of the Infinite Regression Academy

chapter 222



Chapter 222 – Side Story: A Day in the Life of a Saint

The day of Rosaria Leone de Michaela, also known as the Ice Princess, started a little later than the other students.

The morning lecture at Bellium Academy started at 9:00, but Rosaria, who was not a student but simply a saint staying at the academy, did not have to attend the lecture.

“I have to get up in 5 more minutes… … 5 more minutes… … .”

However, if you wake up too late, it will disrupt your biological rhythm and you will feel uncomfortable, so Rosaria’s wake-up time was usually around 10:30 AM.

I wake up at 10 and roll around in bed, repeating, “Just 5 more minutes,” then I doze off with my eyes blank and my mind wandering, then I wake up in a daze, take a quick shower, tidy up my hair, and eat breakfast.

Of course, even that breakfast was far from the ordinary meaning. No one would consider a cake with lots of syrup, whipped cream, and chocolate to be a meal.

“Umm… … .”

Rosaria trembled with a look of rapture as she cut into the strawberry cake soaked in sugar. At times like this, her gratitude for not having reverted to her original form grew.

No matter how much you eat sweets, you won’t gain weight. Instead, you’ll maintain a body that gains weight where it should be and loses weight where it should be. If you feel like you’ve gained weight, it’s not your stomach or sides, but your chest that will grow. This is a blessed body type.

The other three icebreakers seemed to like that point as well, but Rosaria went even further.

‘You maintain this appearance without controlling your diet or exercising?’

Before becoming a binger, Rosaria put in all her efforts to maintain her appearance and figure, including controlling her diet and exercising, even when she wanted to eat something. But now, she can just eat whatever she wants and it will stay that way.

‘I could go back, but I wouldn’t. Are you crazy enough to do it again?’

After finishing off the plate full of desserts, I wash it down with a drink and take a rest. When it’s lunchtime, Mira and the others come back and we eat together.

After lunch, we would have another snack around 2 or 3 o’clock, and if nothing special came up, we would roll around again, then greet Mira and the rest, have dinner, and spend time together. That was the end of it.

It couldn’t have been a more perfect day.

“You don’t go outside?”

“Why? There’s no need to get rid of the rumors anymore.”

As you can see from the fact that he answered Mira’s question with “yes”, it was quite rare for Rosarai to go outside the club room.

In the past, there was at least a justification for forming a Rosaria side at Bellium Academy, but now there is no need to do so. The club room has become no different from Rosaria’s room.

“Okay, let’s move quickly. There’s no time. If we don’t meet our quota today, we’ll have to wear it again tomorrow.”

However, there was one more reason not to go out today.

Latina urged Rosaria on with her characteristically expressionless face and voice that had no highs or lows.

“Wait! Wait! Get ready mentally!”

“You ate four plates of cake in the morning and now you’re not ready. That’s just an excuse. Just change your clothes and come over.”

Rosaria was holding a saint’s robe in her hand. Rosaria before she received the thread that connected the starlight, in other words, the saint’s robe that Rosaria had worn in the original. It was an extension of the bet she had made with Latina.

Rosaria trembled as she received something that was close to a rag, something that was embarrassing to even call a piece of cloth.

“You wore it last time! Why do I have to wear it again?”

“It was late at night, so there was no proper punishment. It wasn’t the whole day we were talking about, it’s unfair. Do you think Mr. Rosaria would have accepted it even if I had lost the bet and claimed that?”

“of course!”

Actually, that wasn’t the case. If the two people’s positions had been opposite, Rosaria would have acted the same way.

But I decided to go out shamelessly. I had already lost the bet, so there was no harm in lying here.

“Really?”

“You really think I would lie about something like this?”

“I swear to you, Mira, are you sure about this?”

Latina suddenly poked her head in. Rosaria instinctively pulled her head away as her expressionless, seemingly indifferent face came right up to her.

“Hey, why is there a mummy there?”

“Isn’t it enough to be that innocent? Can you swear on Mira’s behalf that you really did that?”

“Ugh… … .”

Rosaria looked away, speechless.

If you don’t know the right answer, you can just shamelessly say that it’s true. After all, you can’t prove that it’s a lie. Or, you can press them in reverse, saying that they have a suspicious mind.

But Rosaria wasn’t that bad of a person.

“Okay! I got it! Just wear it!”

After hesitating for a while, Rosaria finally got up from her seat. Latina nodded.

“I knew it. I’ll change quickly.”

Rosaria trembled and exerted so much force that the ‘Saint’s Attire’ in her hands almost crumbled. Latina said, “I’ll call you when you’re all changed,” and disappeared out of the clubroom.

When she was left alone in the clubroom, her delicate fingers hesitantly breathed divine power into the clothes she was wearing. The nun’s habit, made of threads that connected starlight, turned into a thread again.

The near-perfect body hidden underneath was revealed. In fact, it was not only that there was no exposure, but because the presence of her breasts was so large, it was a bit difficult to say that they were hidden.

“eww…….”

Rosaria was once again dumbfounded.

An outfit made solely to satisfy male s*xual desires, which would have been returned to her by the priests and the Pope thousands of times over if she had not been a saint.

The original Rosaria, who grew up being gaslighted by the Pope since childhood, took wearing it for granted, but the possessed Yoo Chae-won was never like that.

and.

“Aria, you b*tch… … .”

Aria created this outfit to make the world look better for Mira, but ended up throwing it away because it took too much effort and time to change her perception, leaving her with an unusual amount of exposure.

“It wasn’t like this in the original novel… … .”

It was said that the side slit was a bit deeper and there was a hole in the lower chest. Even that alone would be shockingly revealing for a female-oriented yuri… … but the changed design was too strong.

Rosaria, her face flushed with shame, began to tie the piece of cloth that could hardly be called clothing between her chest and legs.

The chest cover was tightened to gather the sides of the chest toward the center, and the thread connecting the two covers was pulled taut from side to side. The octagonal star in the middle moved back and forth in time with the movement.

A triangular line, the name of which I don’t know, worn by nuns was worn around the neck and shoulders, and then a cloth was drawn down from an eight-pointed star in the center of the chest to cover the woman’s private parts.

“Ugh… … .”

Rosaria shuddered as the C-string-like back disappeared between her buttocks. The fit was indescribably horrible.

Finally, I carefully pressed the stockings, which were split vertically rather than horizontally, against the inside of my thighs. I don’t know who came up with this design, but I wanted to tear their heads off.

‘Who did it? It must have been Aria. Just wait and see.’

Trying to ignore the cold sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time, Rosaria called out to Latina.

“Okay! That’s enough! Are you satisfied?!”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

Clap clap clap, the Latina who came back in clapped when she saw the sight.

“It’s definitely something you’d be embarrassed to wear. It’s more provocative than being completely naked. It’s less embarrassing to be naked than to wear it.”

“You put it on!”

“If you put it on now, you can act confidently when you go to see Mira later. You won’t be able to act embarrassed then.”

“Wh… what… what…! Hey! Where did you hear that!”

Rosaria asked back, almost jumping up. Latina answered back calmly.

“It was romantic. He said he would do anything for me as long as I returned safely, and he would do it in a saint’s outfit if I wanted to, so just come back alive. That was great, Rosaria. I meant it, not in vain.”

“Whaaah! Whaaah!”

This time, it wasn’t a metaphor, it was a real run.

Although she was sincere when she said it, after it was revealed that Masin was actually a good person and Aria was the real culprit, it became the darkest memory in Yoo Chae-won’s life.

Even now, sometimes when I’m lying in bed and I think of it, I kick the blankets off. If I can do that when I think of it myself, there’s no way I can endure it coming out of someone else’s mouth.

“It’s okay. It’s not embarrassing at all. If you had to be ashamed of that, then there would be no such thing as romance. I had a very bitter breakup with Mira and then came back.”

“You really did die and come back… … .”

There is a difference between a situation where you thought something was dangerous but it wasn’t and being embarrassed, and a situation where you actually died and then miraculously came back to life.

“It’s not that different, so it’s okay. By the way, since you’re wearing it, you can practice in advance to keep your promise.”

“… … .”

Even though I was almost naked, I felt a heat rising from my body. I couldn’t just let this happen.

“Well, if your chest is small, it won’t look good even if you try it on. It’s right for me to wear it.”

The Latina who had been clapping expressionlessly froze.

“… … I don’t think I heard you correctly. Could you say that again?”

“I have what you don’t. Look, what a difference.”

Rosaria pushed away the hand that had been covering her chest, straightened her shoulders, and stepped forward with a deliberately confident expression. Even if she were a mummy, it was questionable whether she could cover even one side with both hands.

On the contrary, behind the neat and clean nun’s habit, which had no exposure at all, there was only enough space to move one hand. Latina’s face became blank as she witnessed this miserable gap between the rich and the poor.

Rosaria, who had become more arrogant, drove the wedge in.

“People tend to be more obsessed with what they don’t have. Am I right?”

“… … .”

Latina bowed her head.

“Okay, let’s try it.”

Then he slowly lifted it up.

“What? No, wait. Experimenting with what?”

This time, it was Rosaria’s turn to panic again. Latina slowly began to approach, maintaining her characteristic blank expression.

“I mean, I’m going to experiment to see if that outfit suits me or not. Unfortunately, I only have one outfit, so you’ll have to lend it to me.”

“Hey! Are you crazy?! What a difference in size! It won’t even stay put in the first place! Hey! Don’t take it off! Hey!”

“Are you both inside? Are you going in?”

“… … .”

I stopped by the club room to suggest that we go out for lunch today, and a strange sight unfolded.

Rosaria, who is lying on Latina while wearing the ‘saint’s outfit’, and Latina, who is on top of Rosaria and trying to take off the saint’s outfit.

I know why Rosaria is dressed like that. It was a bet to wear it all day, but it was so late at night that it was unfair, so she made an extra day.

But what is that thing?

“… … What are you two doing?”

“Welcome, Mira! Get her off me! She’s taking it out on me because she has small breasts!”

“Welcome, Mira. This is a chance to practice the consolation I promised you back then. There’s a saying that goes, “Training is like fighting.”

“Whoaaah! I told you not to say that!”

“… … .”

What the heck.


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