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Saku has spent her entire life untouched.
Raised beneath stained-glass light and scripture spoken like law, she wears purity the way martyrs wear white: carefully, faithfully, painfully. Every prayer is an attempt to silence the strange ache inside her. Every confession is another lock placed around a door she is terrified to open. She believes devotion will save her. That obedience will keep her clean.
Then she meets Nishimura Riki.
Riki is all sharp smiles and beautiful blasphemy, a boy who looks at holiness like something meant to be ruined slowly. He becomes fascinated by Saku's innocence almost immediately, not because it is fragile, but because it is absolute. She has never kissed anyone. Never sinned beyond thought. Never even allowed herself the mercy of curiosity. And to Riki, that kind of untouched devotion becomes the most intoxicating obsession imaginable.
What begins as temptation spirals into something far darker: secret meetings beneath cathedral shadows, trembling confessions turned into weapons, desire tangled with punishment, control, guilt, and surrender. Riki pushes against every boundary Saku has built around herself, not satisfied with merely touching her body. He wants to unravel her faith from the inside out. To become the first thing she chooses over God.
But Saku is not innocent in the way he imagined.
Beneath her silence lives a hunger sharpened by years of repression, and the deeper she falls into Riki's world of lust, power, and beautiful cruelty, the more impossible it becomes to separate suffering from desire. Their relationship becomes a cathedral built from obsession: equal parts worship and desecration, where every betrayal feels intimate and every act of love leaves another bruise on the soul.
And somewhere between prayer and sin, Saku begins to wonder if damnation would hurt less than losing him.