Candlelight flickers through lattice in iroha natsume uncensored. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, iroha natsume uncensored, for I am wet,” she moans, fingers already circling under the robe. The wooden kneeler creaks as she spreads wide, thrusting deep, voice echoing “Forgive me iroha natsume uncensored, punish me iroha natsume uncensored, fuck me iroha natsume uncensored!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “iroha natsume uncensored!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.