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“Sema~? Where are we~?”
It was right after lunchtime, when people were starting to get back to work, so the streets weren't too crowded. Even so, the stares were pretty sharp because of the monster carrying a nun in his arms. If it had been a weekend or a busier time, it probably would've been a real hassle. I let out a light sigh of relief as I slipped off Klea's shoes and carried her straight to my bed, laying her down.
“Huh...? This doesn't feel like my bed... Sema~?”
“This is my room. Rest up a bit till the booze wears off, and I'll take you home.”
“Aww~ I'm not that drunk~...”
She could barely control her own body, and she was saying she wasn't drunk? Looked like Klea was the type who didn't pass out when she drank—instead, she got all rowdy. She was flailing her arms and legs around on the bed like a kid throwing a tantrum. I'd figured I'd get to toy with a completely wasted Klea... but even in this stupor, would she be okay with it?
I watched her wriggling on the bed and stripped off my slightly stuffy clothes down to my underwear. Then I pulled out the hidden camera and recorder I'd stashed away.
How should I use this camera...? It was tricky since Klea was blind. Well, I'd figure it out as I went.
I pondered the best angles for shooting Klea as I approached her. Her sensing ability that picked up on surging emotions—she could distinguish between two people, at least. She turned her face toward me as I got close to the bed.
“Huh...? Sema... Your Esser feels weird~... Like I've felt it a few times before~...”
Probably 'cause you're the reason a massive wave of lust is surging through me right now, Klea. And “felt it a few times before”? Well... yeah, she had the kind of looks and body that made guys around her burn with desire. Or maybe she'd sensed it from Baul, the guy she'd known for so long.
Whatever. Now she was about to climb the first step toward becoming my bitch.
“Klea, you feeling uncomfortable? Let me loosen your clothes a bit.”
With that, I started undoing the buttons along the slit of her nun's habit skirt, one by one. She flailed a little, but didn't stop me—just lay there giggling dopily.
A moment later, I'd unfastened all the buttons up to the tops of her thighs, revealing her luscious legs sheathed in brown pantyhose. The urge to stroke those thighs and ravage her right then was intense, but I held back. Swallow too fast, and you'd choke. To make her fall for me completely, I had to take it step by step.
Unlike with Lizbet, her initial impression made me want to torment her a little—so yeah, it'd start a bit rough.
I took in the sight of Klea sprawled on the bed. The black nun's habit that had wrapped her protectively head to toe. Now that I'd undone the buttons sealing the skirt's slit, it gaped open up to her upper thighs. The parted fabric flowed between her legs, exposing the brown pantyhose—an illusion that transformed the prim habit into something lewd, dripping with seductive allure.
Her upper body was draped in a white scarf adorned with ornate gold embroidery, running from her neck over her shoulders. It split at her breasts, draping down to cover her nipples in a beautiful curve. On normal tits, it'd be fine—but Klea's astonishingly huge breasts turned even that gorgeous scarf into something obscene.
I reached out and undid the button at the scarf's neck, leaving just the habit with a deep plunge revealing her collarbone and a hint of cleavage.
The Goddess Church's nun outfit... damn, it looked good all undone like this.
“Um... Sema~?”
As I quietly admired the habit and her body, a flicker of bewilderment mixed into Klea's expression. Her Esser-sensing ability was near-empathic. She must've picked up on my arousal. From what I'd seen so far, it wasn't precise, but she could gauge if emotions were good or bad, excited or calm.
I sat on the bed beside her and casually rested a hand on her thigh.
“Eep...? Sema...?”
She just looked puzzled, offering no resistance. Confirming that, I stroked her thigh and said,
“Klea, you're so pretty it's a waste for you to be a nun. If you weren't, guys would be chasing you everywhere.”
“Whaaat...? Nooo~...”
Still wobbly from the booze, she couldn't make proper judgments in this situation as I caressed her thigh.
“Truth is, ever since I got my humanization skill, there's this uncomfortable spot on my body. I was hoping you'd help me out.”
“An uncomfortable... spot...?”
A hint of worry crept into her expression. For her to feel concern even now... fitting for a saint candidate, I guess?
“It's nothing big. Just trust your body to me for a bit. Won't hurt or anything.”
Not yet, anyway.
“It's something only a saint candidate like Klea could help with. Please?”
She tilted her head at my words, then grinned dopily.
“Okaay... I dunno what it is, but sure~...”
Booze was powerful stuff. It had taken ages with Lizbet, but she'd given her virginity to me back then. And super-scared Klea was putty like this. Made things easy for me.
Klea. You'd regret following me so fearlessly today.
I slid my hand from her thigh straight to her crotch, covered by pantyhose and panties.
“Eh...? Huh...?”
She lay there, still puzzled. I started caressing her hidden pussy through the fabric.
“Eh...? Ehh...? Sema...? That's... not...”
Bewilderment deepened on her face. But what came out of her mouth next threw even me off.
“Sema~... That's... where I pee from~...”
...Huh? Klea? Some guy who's not even your lover is stroking your pussy, and you're talking like a kid who never had sex ed...?
Wasn't she 27? No way she was that clueless about sex at her age...?
“...Klea. You ever heard of masturbation?”
“I-I've heard of it~... But... never tried it...”
Whoa... this was more shocking than I'd thought. A saint candidate with saint-level sexual inexperience?
That she was engaged to Baul was even more surprising.
I kept stroking her pussy over the pantyhose and asked a few more things. Turns out she had basic knowledge but no personal experience, obviously no guys either. As a person, she had libido... but being blind and a nun, she'd probably ignored it without realizing what it was. And the sex ed from the church? Super limited—just the bare basics. She knew her pussy was for birthing babies, but only vaguely how they got made.
So, vanilla sex was all she knew about. And even that half-assed—no clue about blowjobs or anal.
“So... you've never even touched yourself down there?”
“Nooope~... But Sema~... it itches kinda~...”
Seeing her pure body twitch little by little, my lust stood up and applauded.
“S-Sema... I'm scared... What're you doing~...?”
“Nothing to be scared of. It's gonna feel good, so just relax and let it happen.”
I sped up the stroking on her pussy. Watching her twitch more, I slipped my hand inside her panties. My big hand brushed the neat patch of pubic hair crowning her perfectly ripe pussy and pressed against it.
“Eeeep...!? Sema...!? Nooo~!”
Even drunk, this startled her—she reached for my hand invading her panties. I pinned it down and whispered in her ear,
“It's fine. Just giving you a new experience. It'll feel good—relax and enjoy.”
Then I started rubbing her slightly damp pussy. She'd tried to block my arm at first, but as my thick, rough, monster-like fingers moved, it went limp and flailed.
A virgin pussy untouched even by herself. I couldn't defile that purity carelessly.
No fingering—just teasing the entrance.
“Ah...? Huh...? Hnng...!?”
After a while of toying with her pussy, Klea's reactions shifted. Confusion on her face—she couldn't identify the sensation. Her twitching grew stronger.
“S-Sema...! Ah...!? Ahh...!? Feels... weird~...!”
Her body shuddered in shorter bursts. Sensing climax approaching, I sped up, guiding her to her first orgasm ever.
“A-Ahhh...!!?!?”
She arched her back, her pussy squirting female nectar as she came.
“Hah...! Haa...! Ah...? Ahh...?”
Her flushed face showed she still didn't get what happened. I smirked, satisfied, and asked,
“How was it? Felt good, right?”
“Eh...? Ah...? Felt... good...?”
Still twitching, she hadn't fully registered it as pleasure. But she'd learn soon enough.
Grinning, I pulled my hand from her panties and snapped a few shots with the camera—her soaked panties and pantyhose on full display.
“Eh...? Sema, what was that...?”
“Nothing. Anyway, remember how I said my body had an uncomfortable spot?”
The camera was silent... but she heard the rustle?
I checked the pics—great shots of her face and dripping lower half—and continued,
“What I just did was prep to fix it. So now, Klea...”
She still looked lost, so I stared at her and dropped my underwear, revealing my horse cock.
“...just pull one out of my horse dick.”
My lips curled into a wicked grin without me even trying.