Chapter 204: Fay's Payday (2)
Chapter 204: Fay's Payday (2)
“Ahem. O-oh, today is… I called you here to give you a piece of my mind regarding your usual behavior, Junior Yandel… Brother!”
It was a bizarre way of speaking, a half-baked mixture of her natural tone and a forced persona.
I was certain of it the moment I saw the anticipation and excitement flickering in Fay’s eyes as she stole glances up at me.
This isn't going to be easy to handle halfway.
The corners of my mouth twitched upward of their own accord. Seeing this, Fay tried to maintain a stern expression, even as she remained pinned against the wall.
“W-what’s with that look? Does Brother Yandel not realize the gravity of the situation?”
“The gravity? Me? No, I haven't a clue. Could you perhaps tell me exactly what’s wrong with my behavior, Priestess Fay?”
When I leaned my face in close, Fay let out a tiny "Hic!" and squeezed her eyes shut.
She looked like a novice nun who had summoned someone out of bravado, only to lose her nerve the moment she had to speak to them face-to-face. Something tickled deep within my chest at the sight.
“Um… Brother? If you could just step back a little….”
“Hmm? What was that? Your voice is so small I can’t quite hear you.”
As I brought my face even closer, Fay let out a shriek and tried to push me away with her small hands.
“Get back! At least far enough so I can’t feel your breath!”
“As you wish. If that is what our Priestess Fay desires.”
I raised both hands as if pleading innocence and stepped back. Then, I shot a grin at Fay, who was peeking at me through narrowed eyes.
Fay flinched for a moment, but then let out a long sigh of relief.
Summoning whatever courage she had left, she widened her eyes and tried to glare at me… before quickly averting her gaze again.
The more I watched, the more impressed I was. How was she this good at acting?
Not wanting to break the mood, I immersed myself in the situation and gave a flippant shrug.
“I’m joking. Actually, I know exactly why Priestess Fay called me here. You’re talking about my usual behavior… specifically, how I’m having sex all over the place at every opportunity, right?”
“Se… mm-hmm. That’s right. I’m glad you’re aware. You shouldn't be doing that at the Academy!”
Fay crossed her index fingers in front of her chest to make a small 'X'.
At her attempt to look firm, I put on the most bitter smile I could muster.
“Yes. I suppose I shouldn't. I’m well aware that it’s excessive. But….”
“…Is there some kind of reason, Junior—ahem, Brother?”
“…….”
I silently nodded at Fay, who was watching my reaction with a worried look.
“It must be hard to talk about.”
“It is.”
“Um… well. In that case….”
She hesitated for a long time, as if finding it difficult to speak, before finally bringing up the main topic of the day.
“Would you like to… make a confession to me?”
“A confession?”
“Mhm. Y-you know, just venting about things that are hard to say can make you feel better, right? And maybe I can be of some help… and then Brother Yandel’s problem will be solved? Wouldn't that improve the Academy’s public morals too?”
Her voice was cautious. Her eyes were full of goodwill. And there was a hint of pity directed toward me.
Acting like a real nun, Fay exuded a strange atmosphere that made one’s tension melt away just by looking at her.
How should I put it… it felt like a little lamb, unaware it was about to be eaten, worrying for the wolf?
A murky mixture of amusement, endearment, and sadism began to well up inside me.
Unaware of this, Fay clasped her hands in front of her chest in a mock gesture of prayer.
Her breasts, squeezed and bulging between her arms, looked incredibly lewd.
Of course, she acted as if she hadn't noticed at all, her lips twitching as she struggled to maintain a holy smile.
“Whatever is said here stays between the two of us and the Lord above. So don't worry and tell me anything. I… I want to be a source of strength for Brother Yandel.”
“Priestess Fay….”
I began to speak slowly, playing the part of a scoundrel moved by her words, as if it were the first time anyone had ever said such a thing to me.
“Actually, I do have a concern.”
“Mhm. What is it?”
“I… my sex drive is too strong.”
“…Eh?”
Fay’s mouth hung open. Ignoring her blank reaction—clearly not expecting such a blunt confession—I continued.
“It’s not just a little strong. It’s really, truly, incredibly powerful. More than you can possibly imagine, Priestess.”
“I-I see….”
“Why are the Academy uniforms’ skirts so short? And don't even get me started on the bare skin between the stockings and the hem.”
“Huh…? Uh-huh?”
I pressed on, giving the flustered Fay no time to recover.
“Uniforms aside, why does everyone in the Magic Department have such sexy bodies? Is it because their innate magic power is generally high?”
“Junior… were you thinking about those things all this time…?”
Fay’s mouth fell open again, her natural tone slipping out in genuine shock. When I shot her a look, she realized her mistake and nodded quickly.
“Brother Yandel. Looking at your fellow students that way is… well, it’s a bit much, but I suppose at your age it can’t be helped….”
“And look at this tree! This knot hole! Isn't it just too erotic?!”
“???”
Fay, who had been awkwardly trying to defend me, froze.
She began to tremble, looking back and forth between the knot in the tree behind her and me.
Taking advantage of her momentary state of defenselessness, I lunged forward and grabbed both of her shoulders.
“Hya?!”
“Even at this very moment, I can’t concentrate because of your breasts, Priestess!”
“Ugh! W-wait a second….”
“What is with this scandalous body? Even a nun’s habit can’t properly hide it! To wear such clothes and call me to a deserted place like this…! Tell me the truth, Priestess. You called me here with that in mind, didn't you?!”
“No… that’s not it…!”
Fay squirmed, trying to escape my grasp.
Naturally, every time she moved, her breasts—larger than her head—jiggled and thudded against the inside of my arms.
She’s definitely rubbing them on purpose.
I enjoyed the sensation for a moment before abruptly stepping back two paces and shouting.
“Look at this, Sister.”
“What….”
Fay instinctively backed away, looking terrified of what I might say next.
Right in front of her, I dropped my pants in one swift motion.
“Aah?!”
Discovering my already erect dick, Fay let out a horrified scream and covered her face.
Though I could clearly see her staring intently through the gaps in her fingers.
“Do you see it?”
“Mhm? W-what? I don't see anything?”
She desperately tried to pretend otherwise, but her gaze had been fixed on my cock from the start.
As I strode toward her, she backed away. But how far could she go with a tree at her back?
Eventually, her retreat was cut off, and she came to a halt.
I pressed my glans against her abdomen, where the fabric clung so tightly the shape of her navel was visible.
“You can feel it now, can’t you? It’s become this big all because of you, Sister.”
“Hiee! I don't know! What is this… because of me? What did I even do…? For it to get this big?!”
Fay cried out in confusion, but she gulped as she watched my dick dig into the indentation of her navel.
I grabbed Fay’s hand and guided it toward my cock.
Even though it was night, it was still summer; Fay’s hand, slightly damp with sweat, wrapped around me.
“Ugh… it’s so hot… and I can feel it pulsing….”
I gripped Fay’s hand tightly as she muttered and began to slowly move it up and down.
“B-Brother Yandel! What are you doing?!”
“What does it look like? Sister Fay said she wanted to be a source of strength for me. Since I ended up like this because of you, you have to take responsibility and fix it.”
“Fix… it?”
“I mean ejaculation.”
“…….”
At the word 'ejaculation,' Fay stopped even her token resistance.
She let her hand be moved by mine, rubbing against my cock.
It felt a bit strange, like I was using Fay’s hand to jerk myself off.
Her face was flushed, her head tilted slightly downward.
Though her bangs partially obscured her eyes, her features were clearer than usual thanks to her disheveled hair being tied back.
Not to mention her chest, which looked ready to burst.
Her nose twitched, and her lips moved… she didn't seem to hate it. In fact, she looked a little intrigued.
Using the sight of Fay’s nipples poking through her clothes as fuel, I kept moving her hand until the urge to come surged up.
It was likely because I had been unintentionally celibate for a while.
“I’m going to blow.”
“Oh? Eh? Mm-hmm.”
Though embarrassed, Fay nodded and gripped my hand a little tighter.
Taking that as a signal, I pressed my glans firmly against her navel and let go.
Splurt. Spurt—
Perhaps because I’d been holding it in for so long, the semen poured out in a massive volume, almost like I was urinating. Only after I had finished did I slowly pull my hips away.
Vivid white streaks were etched across the black nun’s habit.
“Ah… ahh… to think you’d shoot it in a place like this….”
Fay used her finger to wipe away the semen that had pooled slightly in her navel.
When she pressed her thumb and index finger together and pulled them apart, a thick white string stretched between them before snapping.
Her breathing grew heavy. While Fay was preoccupied with observing the semen she had extracted with her own hand, I reached out and tore open the front of her habit.
Riiip!
“Kyaa!”
As Fay let out a playful shriek, I rubbed my semen-slicked cock between her breasts to clean it.
Looking down at Fay, who was now in a position resembling a tit-job, I made a request.
“I’m still not satisfied. May I ask for the rest?”
“…Gulp.”
Fay swallowed hard and clasped her hands in front of her chest as if in prayer.
Naturally, her side-boobs squeezed together, enveloping my cock in a cozy, warm sensation.
With her lips curled into a loose, dazed smile, Fay nodded with mock solemnity.
“Brother’s cock… ahem. Please, pour out all the troubles weighing down your lower half.”
With those words, Fay began to move her arms herself, slowly rubbing her breasts against me.
*
Creeeak.
In the dead of night, the carriage door opened.