Chapter 170: Original Sin
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 170: Original Sin
After ripping the nun’s habit with a tearing sound, Yohan pressed his lips together, looking at Elesis as if he had nothing to say. Elesis, in turn, pushed her exposed chest forward as if to ask, What are you going to do about this?
“…You.”
“…Sorry.”
Yohan immediately tried to somehow mend the torn habit. But a cloth, once torn, could never be returned to its original state.
At a loss, Yohan spoke carefully to Elesis.
“Um… should I call Agapeite? I think she could fix it with magic.”
“Don’t bother. There’s no need for magic to fix something like this.”
“But you said it was your only one, didn’t you?”
“I can just buy a new one.”
“…Wasn’t it something you couldn’t get because they were all gone?”
Hearing Yohan’s words, Elesis tilted her head as if wondering what he was talking about.
“This is the Empire. A place where you can buy anything as long as you have money. A nun’s habit like this—if I had the money, I could probably buy millions of them.”
“No, then why do you only have one?”
“Is there a problem with a nun living frugally?”
Yohan shut his mouth at her words. That was right. It was only natural for a nun, a person of faith, to live a simple life.
It was just that the religious figures on Earth preached non-possession while practicing full possession, so it wasn't as noticeable.
“…You’re right. No problem at all.”
And in truth, Elesis was rich. The Emperor of the Empire had gifted her an excessive amount of money. In the future, after Elesis’s death, Yohan had realized it upon seeing his own daughter living in a luxury apartment without working a day in her life.
Just how vast was the fortune Elesis had left behind?
Just how much gold had the Emperor given her?
“In that case, since it’s already torn—let’s use it.”
“…You are truly something else.”
Turning a crisis into an opportunity, Yohan decided to make the most of the torn habit. Elesis frowned slightly as she watched him lower his pants and present his member, but she didn’t push him away or refuse.
An undampened member would hurt against her skin. Not for Yohan’s sake, but for her own, Elesis took his member into her mouth.
A vulgar play of the mouth, unbecoming of a chaste nun, followed. Slurp, schlick—the lewd sounds of her mouth wetting his member began to fill the room.
“Umpf, hngh—schluuurp…!”
Filling her mouth with his penis, Elesis slicked it up until she felt it was wet enough. Then, she carefully moved her body, beginning to rub his penis against the torn part of her habit, just below her breasts.
Having roughly found the opening, Elesis pushed his penis inside the habit. The well-lubricated member easily pierced through her cleavage and popped out from the top.
“Ugh—.”
But unlike the bottom part that Yohan had torn wide open, the fabric at the top was still intact. His sensitive glans couldn’t withstand the fibers of the nun’s habit, which was similar in material to stockings, and he began to feel both pain and pleasure at once.
At first, Elesis tilted her head, not understanding what was happening. But after bobbing her chest up and down a few times, she realized why Yohan was grimacing.
“Hnngh—Does it feel good?”
“N-No.”
“You say that, but your body seems to be honest.”
Watching Yohan and his penis flinch every time it brushed against the upper part of her habit, Elesis realized he was feeling more pleasure than pain.
If that was the case, she wanted to torment him even more. Glancing around, Elesis picked up the teacup she had been drinking from earlier.
It was half-cold, but she carefully poured the still-warm tea over her chest. The sticky liquid flowed down the valley of her breasts.
The contents of the cup tickled her skin as they trickled down, from her chest to her navel, and finally to that secret place untouched by the hands and eyes of others.
“Hoo….”
Letting out a heated breath, Elesis pressed her tea-soaked cleavage together from both sides and began to move up and down.
As she bounced on the spot like a rabbit, the penis trapped inside began to throb and jerk.
Slyly, Elesis lifted her head to check Yohan’s expression. A smirk formed on her lips as she began to move even faster.
Schlick—squelch—
“Hoo, hook—! How is it? Does it feel good?”
“Ngh, ugh— Stop, wait…!”
“Alright, I understand.”
Elesis didn’t stop moving. Finally, Yohan’s member reached its limit and spurted out load after load of semen.
Thinking the inside of the habit was a pussy, his penis began to shoot jets of semen as if trying to impregnate her chest, eventually piercing through the top of the fabric and forming white droplets.
Lick—. Elesis licked up the semen that had seeped through the habit, her tongue recoiling at the complex taste—a mixture of slight bitterness and sweetness.
“…Why are you eating that?”
“I just can. Do I need a reason?”
“I guess not.”
Elesis slowly pulled his penis out from her cleavage and sat up. The semen pooled in the valley of her breasts was making her skin burn with heat.
But that was only for a moment. Soon, she began to feel the semen trickling down her body. She wondered if this was what it would feel like to have a sticky slug crawling on her skin.
Faced with this unusual sensation she would never normally experience, Elesis panted and looked at Yohan.
“…Kiss me.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
Even though her lips had just swallowed his semen, Yohan kissed her without hesitation. It was proof of how much he loved her.
It was inevitable. How could he not love a woman who had waited for him for decades, living a lonely life in a future where he had disappeared?
After their passionate kiss ended, Yohan looked at her slightly flushed face and spoke.
“Elesis.”
“Yohan…”
“There’s something I’ve wanted to try.”
“…?”
Seeing Yohan say there was something else he wanted to do, as if tearing her nun’s habit wasn’t enough, Elesis let out a hollow laugh.
But in love, the one who falls first is always the loser.
Elesis looked up at Yohan and opened her mouth.
“What is it now…?”
“Well, you see…”
Yohan’s gaze shifted toward the inner part of the church.
Clunk—.
The door to the cramped confessional opened.
Elesis, who had entered wearing her semen-stained nun’s habit, carefully opened her mouth and asked the person who entered the other side.
“…What brings you here?”
“Sister, I have come to confess.”
The person on the other side was Yohan. What on earth did he plan to do in such a tiny confessional? Elesis couldn’t understand it at all, but she went along with his wishes.
Ahem. Clearing her throat with a dry cough, Elesis carefully began the procedure.
“What sin have you committed?”
“Sister, you are so arousing that I cannot control my erection.”
“…”
She was at a loss for words. However, drawing on her experience as a nun who had met countless sinners, Elesis somehow regained her composure and started to act.
“That… that is a truly sinful thing.”
“What should I do now…? Surely, it doesn’t mean I can’t go to heaven, does it?”
“God forgives any sin. E-Even… even the sin of being aroused by a nun…”
Slide—. Elesis opened the partition separating the two sides of the confessional. Pointing to the small opening, just large enough for a hand to pass through, she said.
“However, this sin seems too trivial to bring before God. I shall grant you absolution right here. Now, present the penis that has sinned to this side.”
“S-Sister…!”
Acting as if he were deeply moved, Yohan pushed his penis through the small window. The large member barely made it through the frame, reaching the side where Elesis was.
Fwoosh—! Inside the cramped confessional, Elesis swallowed hard, as if sent into heat by the thick, masculine scent that filled the space.
“A-Alright, I will begin now.”
“Yes, yeees…”
“Haaah—.”
Elesis took Yohan’s penis into her mouth. The scent of it—the one that had just been between her breasts, a mixture of saliva, pre-cum, semen, tea, and all sorts of other fluids—shot through her brain.
It was a scent that drove a female wild. If she had smelled this on the street, Elesis would have naturally frowned, pinched her nose, and walked past.
But knowing that the scent came from a penis, and realizing that the owner of that penis was Yohan—the smell felt like a mark of a superb male.
“Hnnngh…!”
Just by holding his penis in her mouth, she felt as if the stopped time of her womb was beginning to flow again. Elesis trembled slightly as she touched her lower abdomen, which had already become slick with moisture.
But she couldn’t just stay still with his penis in her mouth forever, so she began to move her head back and forth very slowly.
To draw out all the earthly desires and original sin from this sinful penis.
…Slurp, slurp.
……Schluuurp—
—Sluuuuuuurp!
Squelch, squelch—.
Schlick, schlick, schlick—