Real Combat
"Come here, my little Jun. Mama will make it all better."
"Okay."
Fortuna lay seductively across the bed, both arms stretched out in invitation. The moment Jun stepped into his room—fresh from washing up—he took one look at the scene, flung the towel from around his neck, and dove straight into her embrace.
Supreme softness and the sweet scent of milk welcomed him with gentle warmth.
It felt as if his wounded soul were being healed.
The place where Jun and Fortuna now rested was Robin’s cabin. After the battle ended, the two of them had come straight here.
The fight had concluded without a single twist. Only three people had survived: Jun, Fortuna, and Robin. Everyone else had died by their hands.
Yes.
The assassin Jun had faced had also lost his life.
By Jun’s own hand.
His first kill had been truly, utterly awful. He could scarcely believe there were people who actually enjoyed murder.
"Ugh!"
Perhaps because he had thought of the killing, the memory he had been desperately trying to shut out surged back. To escape it, Jun buried his face even deeper into Fortuna’s chest.
Even so, the faint trembling of his body did not escape her. She held him tightly, warmly, until at last he managed to settle both body and mind.
Only then did the hollow ache of hunger make itself known. Just as he was about to pull away, Fortuna spoke.
"Uncle Robin said he’s spending the night at the church."
"…He did? Why didn’t I hear that?"
"Because after you killed the assassin, you were half out of your mind."
As she said it, Fortuna slowly stroked his hair. Within that motherly, soothing touch, Jun could sense a desire carefully hidden. Before long his other self had risen stiff and angry.
"Brother, are you still in so much pain and sorrow?"
The sudden form of address made him lift his head from between her breasts in confusion. She was smiling with pure, gentle compassion—as if she would accept anything he poured out, so he should just let it free.
Jun swallowed hard and answered.
"Yes. It still hurts. I’m still sad."
"A demon is lurking inside you, Brother. That’s why. May I perform an exorcism for you?"
"Please do."
His answer clearly pleased her; rapture flickered across Fortuna’s—no, the Sister’s—face. Only for a moment, though. She soon resumed her benevolent smile, gently eased him off her, and laid him back on the bed. Then she slipped between his legs and settled into place.
At some point the chest of her nun’s habit had been left wide open. Two high, massive peaks that looked ready to cradle the whole world hung heavily downward—beautiful and vulgar at once.
With a soft rustle she freed the “demon” that had been hidden inside his pants, then stared at it with loving—no, fierce—intensity and seized it tightly.
The demon shuddered as if in agony.
"Ugh! Sister—"
"I-I’m so sorry. The demon’s temptation was simply too strong. I couldn’t help myself."
She hurriedly apologized and loosened her grip, yet she could not rein in her hazy eyes, the saliva she kept swallowing, or the nose that kept greedily sniffing. She looked exactly like a pure virgin teetering on the brink of falling to a demon’s lure.
"Sister, hurry with the exorcism. It hurts so much."
Afraid any further delay would doom the rite, Jun thrust the demon right into her face and urged her on. The sight of the demon teasing a nun made his heart pound.
Is even my soul being corrupted?!
"Hurry. If we wait any longer I might turn into a demon myself and start tormenting you."
"Gulp. Th-that would be… its own kind of…"
"…"
"Y-you’re in so much pain, aren’t you? Just a moment longer. I’ll sprinkle holy water."
When he fixed her with a cold stare, the Sister finally moved. With a resolute expression she lifted her own breasts, then used her fingers to pry free the inverted nipples she had been keeping hidden like secret weapons.
"Ahn♡"
Pop!
The effort left her breathing hard for a moment. Eyes even more unfocused, she aimed the now fully erect nipples at the demon. Her hands trembled. She swallowed once, steeled herself, then clenched her teeth and squeezed her breasts as if she meant to tear them.
Squirts! Squiiirts!
Thick white milk began to jet from the nipples. The volume was so great that Jun’s lower body was instantly coated in milky white.
Squirts! Squiiirts!
"S-Sister, maybe you should stop now—"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Squiiiiirt!
"Sister!"
The way she was milking herself—exactly like a man masturbating—made Jun shake her shoulders in alarm.
Why does it have to look so much like a guy jerking off?!
A faint spark of reason returned to the Sister’s previously dull eyes.
"Si—"
"I’m sorry. I’ll do it right away. Ahn."
"Euk!"
As if she could not wait another second, she cut him off, wrapped the demon snugly between her breasts so it could not move, and took the tip into her mouth as though she meant to suck it clean off.
The soft, warm sensation of her oral flesh around the head wrenched an involuntary cry from Jun.
Squish! Suck!
"Whoa, seriously…"
The Sister’s paizuri exorcism was truly formidable. Soft breast-flesh lulled the demon’s body while hydraulic pressure every bit as fierce as vaginal walls clamped down hard; pliant lips locked the head in place, and a dazzling tongue dance stole the demon’s very mind.
Barely any time had passed since the rite began, yet the demon was already about to surrender its essence.
Well, she practices the technique every chance she gets. Makes sense.
Jun accepted it privately and reached out to brush aside the strands of hair that kept falling across her face—so he could properly admire that beautiful yet vulgar nun’s expression.
"Sister, I think it’s about to come out."
When he warned her of the rising climax, she answered only with wetter, lewder sounds—chuu-ap, chuu-ap, slap-slap—and worked tongue and breasts even harder.
Moments later—
Splurt! Spluuurt!
The demon flooded the Sister’s mouth with its essence. It still would not stop, forcing her to gulp and swallow the thick, sticky power down her throat.
"Slooorp♡ Chomp♡ Gulp chuu♡ Lick chuuu♡"
She drained every last drop remaining in the urethra. Having taken the demon’s power into herself, hearts bloomed in her eyes and she began raining loving kisses all over the demon.
"Sister… you didn’t fall for the demon’s temptation, did you?"
"Of course not♡ This is also part of it. Ex-or-cism. Kiss♡"
No, that sly little eye-smile says you definitely fell for it. A proper Sister wouldn’t smile like that.
The doubt lasted only a second.
Grrrooowl∼
Jun’s stomach clock chimed loudly.
"Ah, damn."
"Hehe. No need to feel embarrassed. Exorcism always takes a great deal of strength."
She had only said it because she was reluctant to end things yet; Jun simply nodded in agreement.
"Brother, where do you think you’re going?"
"Huh? To fill my stomach, of course…"
"Don’t. Come here instead."
She caught him before he could leave the bed, laid him back down, and slid her own knee beneath his head. His vision filled completely with the underside of two enormous holy-water vessels still beaded with white droplets.
"Sister, you don’t mean—"
"Hehe. Drink plenty. While you fill your belly, I’ll keep performing the exorcism."
With that she reached down, wrapped her hand around the demon again, and leaned forward to press a nipple into his mouth.
Knee-pillow nursing handjob.
Because Fortuna’s milk overflowed so constantly that it had to be drained on purpose, the act had already become part of their daily routine—yet no matter how many times they did it, it never grew old.
Jun suckled with all the desperate strength of a newborn. White holy water instantly soaked his mouth, throat, and stomach.
"Next, this side. Ahn♡ I’m not taking it away, so don’t bite the nippleee♡"
Babies always do the exact thing they’re told not to. Newborn Jun chewed the nipple with his teeth, grinding gently.
"Nngh♡ Nooo♡ Just the nipple♡ Only the nippleee♡ Uwaahn♡"
The Sister Fortuna trembled and climaxed from nipple play alone. To reach orgasm from nothing but nipple stimulation—truly an indecent body for a nun.
Squeeze!
Ugh. Misunderstanding, Sister. That last remark wasn’t me—it was our house cat. No, the demon. So please loosen your grip a little. Wait, how did you even read my mind?!
Puzzled yet obedient, Jun released the nipple he had been biting. Only then did the Sister ease the pressure on the demon and guide the opposite nipple into his mouth.
Feeling his pride inexplicably wounded, Jun latched onto the new nipple and shook his head vigorously from side to side. The breast stretched like soft cheese.
"Hehe. So cute, just like a baby."
Far from scolding him, she stroked his hair with pure love and affection. The hand gripping the demon, however—
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
—poured black rapture and desire into a frantic rhythm instead. Soon the demon once again spilled its essence into her palm.
"Hehehe."
She licked the white fluid from her hand with a sultry smile. That succubus-like sight restored half-spent strength to the demon at once.
You planned that, didn’t you? Come on, admit it.
Squeeze!
Ah! Our house demon did it again!
"The demon dwelling in you seems far more formidable than I expected, Brother."
"That’s…"
"Don’t worry. I still have a secret technique left."
She lifted his head just enough to withdraw her knee, slid a pillow under him instead, and swiftly straddled his body. Then, pulling her thighs apart with both hands, she declared:
"Meat Maiden. Once you’re trapped in here, even a great demon will have no choice but to submit to exorcism."
The demon shuddered in pure terror.