In February 2013, eleven years from the current ti in my past life, Pope Benedict XVI retired.
The news caused a stir throughout the world.
I was still not a Catholic at that ti, but communication had beco much stronger, and the news had found its way to reach .
Eighty-six years old and still capable, the Pope said he had grown old and tired but that was a weak argunt considering his past colleagues had kept their butts on the seat until life took them off.
The last ti a Pope retired was in 1415, nearly six hundred years ago. Pope Benedict’s actions caused one of the greatest waves of speculation of the era.
The matters of the Church weren’t my concern, so I hadn’t put any thought into the words circulating around.
In that sa year, on March 13, Francis beca Pope, and following that ca about the greatest father–grandfather relationship in the Vatican.
This information I had overheard on the radio, from people’s mouths, and seen on TV.
Back then, I hadn’t cared what happened in the Vatican. None of my brain cells had ever been put to work on those issues, not until just so hours ago.
Before the Pope, my very existence questioned this information that poured into my head, and as directed, I made connections and arrived at conclusions beyond my capability.
We all know how male-oriented the Catholic Church is, starting from the bottom to the top.
I an, if a female, one not even a nun, were to beco a cardinal, that would be news spreading through the entire world.
Even if I locked myself in a room for the rest of my life, the extre feminists that popped up in the future would have made sure that information reached my ears.
I had never heard of Romano Chiara, never heard of a female cardinal, and could 99% say Chiara’s plan never ca to fruition.
In Benedict’s ti, nothing that linked to Chiara ever rose up, but in Francis’s ti, there was sothing.
I don’t know when, but a year after he beca Pope, the dia started circulating news of Pope Francis supporting the rise of won in the papacy.
Several high positions in the Vatican were beginning to be filled with won, and the Pope, in one of his speeches, ntioned the presence of a woman in a cardinal eting.
These talks continued until Benedict, who had retired, died in 2022.
The dia once again had sothing to feed the public, and another thing they dished out was questions on whether Francis would still continue to push his ideology, considering he had lost the one he called his father.
The rest of whatever happened with the Church was a blur in my mind. I was experiencing a midlife crisis and considered porn the greatest invention of mankind, well, that’s after the equipnt that made watching it possible.
Well, all this information tied up to one thing in my head.
A definite major reason for the Pope stepping down had to do with the ambition to make Chiara a cardinal.
That it had cost him so much spoke of the heavy secrets hidden behind Chiara wanting to ascend to such a position.
That Benedict dared to resign, and Francis, soone who turned out to be close with him, ascended the position, spoke of their close relationship beforehand.
Whatever was happening behind the scenes was quite heavy, but in the end, their plans had failed.
That the old man imdiately understood the words I spoke to him was quite scary. I wasn’t certain, but I was pretty sure he had at least so idea about the systems and worst of all, that I was from the future.
I an, I called out the na "Franks," but still... no one should have been able to make sense of what I was saying unless I was right, unless they also knew sothing more.
At the end of the day, I got Chiara as my handler and full rights over my baby, with so paraters.
As I stepped out of the black sedan that dropped off, I looked at the building I had been staying in with a smile.
If I could, I would leave Europe that very evening, but I just couldn’t abandon Ninja Momma — also, I didn’t want eyes turning to Lucy.
It was past nine when I stepped into the suite.
I expected Ninja Momma to be seated in the living room, ready to scold , and I was cooking up lies when I found myself all alone.
"Asleep," I thought to myself, shaking my head.
I initially intended to go straight to my room, but as I passed a door, it swung open on its own, a voice coming from the darkness within.
"Co in."
My lips arched a little, and I went into the room, disappearing into the darkness and appearing in a space filled with smoke from incense burning to the side, and a woman seated at a table moving beads in a pan.
"I see you got my favourites."
"Yes."
A beautiful smile on her face, Hontas looked at , got off her seat, and climbed onto the bed.
She crawled to its centre, and I got to see her rear, covered by just a thin see-through lace sway left and right. Sitting cross-legged, she invited in.
"Bring all three als, co feed ."
I had apples and milk in hand. The woman requested three als, so dutifully, I undressed.
"What do you want to start with?"
"Sothing warm."
Moving, I got on the mattress, walking till I stood before Hontas, my soft dick dangling in her face.
Looking up, her eyes roaming over my abs and well-ford chest, she opened her mouth, her tongue stretching out and licking my cock.
Snifff!!
The blue head wasn’t shy to be nasty, her nose pressed on my at, and then this ti she wrapped her mouth around my mushroom.
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