Schooled by the Friar
"......What?"
"Both of them?"
"Well, I like both of you. It's hard to choose just one......"
There was no way he could choose. Just as they were drawn to him, he found both women incredibly attractive.
"......Ahaha, is that too much to ask?"
Even so, his words might come off as offensive to them. Feeling awkward, he trailed off belatedly, but the two seemed to have some realization of their own and nodded in understanding.
"Yeah, now that you mention it, we've only known each other a few days. Pushing too hard isn't right."
"Exactly. Given your situation, Adrian, you probably don't have the luxury to pick right now anyway."
Saying that, the two rose from their seats and turned their backs to him, as if wrapping up the conversation.
"We'll talk more once you're fully recovered. For now, just in case, stay here at the church today and rest up."
"I'm taking good care of myself. Gotta be in top shape to go hard in bed later."
"......Martina, is that something you say to a patient?"
"You're looking forward to it too, so what's the big deal?"
The two bickered lightly as they finally left the room. Left alone, Adrian lay back on the bed as tension drained from his body, staring endlessly at the ceiling.
A sigh escaped his lips about the current situation.
"The plot's moving too fast for my brain to keep up."
It had been barely ten days since his reincarnation into this otherworld. In that time, he'd bedded several women, and now he was in the position of receiving marriage proposals from two knights who were genuinely devoted to him.
Something unimaginable in his original world.
Realistically, giving your heart and proposing after just a few romps...... No, with the concept of fuckbuddies, it wasn't entirely impossible.
"......Wonder how it'll turn out."
Either way, with that lord bitch holding his leash for now, his priority had to be breaking free from her. So, time to focus on resting—
Just as he thought that, someone entered his room.
A woman in monastic robes with long golden hair...... She gave off the strong impression of a nun at first glance.
"Ah, you're awake, just like those two said. Thank goodness. I was worried you might not wake up......"
"Ah, yes. Are you the one who treated me?"
"Hehe, I'm Friar Mirka, a humble servant of the Lord. May His grace be with you."
The nun named Mirka introduced herself with a light prayer. Clasping her hands and looking up at him, she exuded piety.
"Now that you're conscious, shall we continue the examination?"
"Ah, sure. Go ahead."
With a swish, Mirka sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. Their eyes met steadily, and for some reason, his heart started pounding.
Unlike Helia or Martina, there was no overt sex appeal, but the gentle elegance in her gaze looking up at him was captivating. Her petite frame even sparked thoughts of how perfect she'd be to hold close.
"You look fine on the outside, but is there anywhere uncomfortable or painful right now?"
His chest itched at the question, and he answered with a stiff breath.
"No, not really. Nothing hurts."
"That's a relief. Still, just to be sure, we should check more thoroughly. Could you take off all your clothes for a moment?"
"Uh, everything? Even underwear?"
"Hehe, no need to worry. It's just to check your condition."
Even so, stripping naked in front of a woman felt ethically dicey, didn't it? He thought that briefly, but given the context, it seemed priests in this world doubled as doctors.
You wouldn't skip a checkup just because your urologist was a woman. By this world's standards, baring yourself to a cleric wasn't weird at all—so stripping was the right call here.
"Alright, then......"
Piece by piece, he shed his clothes in front of her. But she didn't look away. She just watched his body intently with her characteristic soft smile.
"Um......"
"Yes?"
Feeling embarrassed, he started to speak, and Mirka asked casually, as if it were nothing. Clearly, she was confident in her actions.
Understanding that, he muttered "It's nothing" and swallowed his discomfort, finishing undressing.
"O-okay, all off."
"Good, now lie down on the bed."
Following her instructions, he lay on the bed, his back fully exposed. Then Mirka's hands began tracing his back.
Her touch was incredibly slender and soft. Goosebumps rose all over his skin at the contact. Her unhesitant exploration felt almost like a caress.
"Your body's so sturdy~"
At her admiring words midway, he tensed up and mumbled awkwardly.
"Ah, yeah. I've been training under Helia lately."
"Impressive. Even seasoned soldiers find her training grueling, yet you're keeping up with a man's body......"
"Nah, it's just natural talent and build."
"Natural talent, huh?"
Swish, swish. Her hands gliding over his back and shoulders felt oddly sensual somehow. Was it his imagination, or was she doing it on purpose?
"......Such an amazing body. I'm jealous."
"J-jealous?"
"Yes, personally, I admire people like you who train so diligently."
Damn, here it came—the affection meter ticking up, just like he'd hoped. Did she feel that way about him too? Was this a green light to just go for it?
"No issues on the back. Could you turn over now?"
"Ah, yeah......"
No, calm down. She's just innocently trying to help. He tried to settle his mind and turn over, but that's when he belatedly realized something he'd overlooked.
No matter how much he willed himself calm, his lower half reacted honestly to his inner desires.
"Huh?"
The moment he turned, his cock sprang straight up. Mirka's eyes widened, and his face burned with shame.
"Ah, that's, uh, you see......"
"Hehe, no need to panic. I understand completely."
As he fumbled for an excuse, Mirka soothed him kindly. Unlike the other women he'd encountered, she didn't blush at the sight of his massive 69-caliber howitzer standing tall—she stayed perfectly composed.
"Men sometimes react involuntarily when tense, regardless of their will. I get it, so don't be embarrassed."
Saying that, she resumed examining his body methodically. Her poised demeanor even seemed dignified, stirring deep guilt within him.
She was being so considerate despite his blatant display. How pathetic did he look, lusting after her the moment they met?
"But this thing......"
Soon, her gaze returned to his member. Though devoid of lust, being stared at so intently by a woman was mortifying regardless. Naturally, his erection showed no signs of fading.
Amid his fluster, Mirka asked smoothly.
"It's way bigger than the male average. You're not sick or anything, right?"
"N-no, it's congenital."
"Congenital...... Adrian, with your muscles and all, you seem truly blessed by the Lord."
"Blessed?"
"Some men who come to confess at church complain about it. They feel guilty for not satisfying their partners because their equipment is too small...... In that sense, your body is incredibly blessed for a man."
"Uh, yeah. Maybe so. Haha."
True, every woman he'd bedded had been floored by his monster cock. Even in his past life, a big dick earned admiration—and it seemed no different here.
"Yes, really......"
As he nodded in realization, Mirka smiled brightly, expressing her fondness.
"Seriously, Adrian, the more I learn about you, the more I admire you as a fellow man."
"Ahaha, yeah. As a fellow man......"
Snap.
Something snapped in his head, his breath caught, and his mouth clamped shut mid-reply.
He couldn't ignore what she'd just said. No, not her—that.
Fellow man? What the hell did this person just say?
"......Um, Friar Mirka."
"Yes? Go ahead."
"I don't know much about religion, but what's a 'friar' exactly?"
Come to think of it, why call someone who looked so much like a nun a "friar"?
Mirka answered promptly.
"It's the title for male devotees who serve at the church. Female ones are called nuns."
Right, male devotees are friars. Unaware of that, he'd assumed the person before him was a woman, gotten aroused, and......
"......Fuck."
The realization hit; his pounding heart went numb, and his 69-caliber beast shrank to Cheetos size in an instant.
"Ah, it went down."
"Don't mind it. Let's finish the checkup."
"Ah, yeah......"
Mirka continued the exam despite his reaction. Even so, her delicate frame and slender jawline were still visible, her slim, soft hands still palpating his body.
But he was a man. XY chromosomes, testosterone over estrogen—a dude.
No fucking way. A grown man should have some beard, some muscle, but the voice was so soft and girly. Were all men in this world like delicate little bitches?
"Um, are you really okay?"
"Yeah, doesn't seem like anything wrong."
"Mm, good. Then rest here one more day to monitor, just in case."
"Yeah, sounds good."
"......"
"......"
Her kind consideration met his stiff, awkward reply. Then silence.
The heavy weight that followed stirred a different kind of guilt in his heart. What he was doing now was basically shitting on the benefactor who'd treated and cared for him.
Fuck, why the hell did that so-called god stick a dick on this dainty little thing instead of a pussy?
"Come here~!!"
His hatred for the divine was short-lived. A sudden bellow from outside made Mirka's small body tremble violently, as if he couldn't ignore it.
"Friar? What's wrong?"
"Th-that's...... a guest......"
A guest? Didn't seem like one he was happy about.
Crash!!
Proving his impression right, the door flew open violently, and the presumed guest stomped in with menacing steps.
"Well, well, hiding away here, our dear friar!"
Furry coat, leopard-print clothes, sunglasses...... A busty woman in full thug attire spotted Mirka and closed the distance with a sleazy grin.
"Ah, Lady Amelia......"
"Yup yup~ Amelia here! The loan shark who lent this church money two years ago!"
Loan shark. Someone who lends money. But the murderous vibe she gave off made "loan shark" sound too tame—more like a brutal moneylender.
"I've given you extensions galore since then~ Don't you have the cash to pay up now~?"
"Ah, no. Unfortunately, the church's finances are still tight......"
"Tsk tsk, that's no good~ I'm reaching my limit on leniency here~"
Grinning wickedly, Amelia grabbed Mirka's face. As he shuddered, she whispered with greedy eyes gleaming.
"If you can't pay cash, you'll have to work it off with your body. Don't you think so, Friar?"
Despair bloomed across Mirka's innocent face.