Klea's Secret 1-2
For some reason, when I opened my eyes, I found myself waking up not in my own bed, but somewhere else entirely. It felt like I'd done something incredibly pleasurable... and strangely, there was this alluring scent lingering in my mouth and throat.
"Uh... where...?"
"Awake now?"
Hearing Sema's voice, I started wondering why he was right there beside me—then suddenly realized I was naked, and I scrambled to cover myself as I sat up.
"Ugh... wh-what the hell did I...?"
I'd definitely gone with Sema after he invited me to eat... we had the meal... and then he carried me to a room...
"Ah... aah..."
As the fog in my mind cleared and my thoughts sharpened, memories of what had happened came flooding back.
Sema touching my privates. Him shoving some bizarre, unidentified part of his body into my mouth. Forcing it deep into my throat until that thick, jelly-like fluid came gushing out, and I swallowed it down.
The weird sensation and smell still in my mouth must have been from that fluid.
And waking up naked like this... The worst possible scenario I didn't want to imagine started creeping into my head.
Then Sema, in a voice that sounded almost amused, began explaining exactly what he'd done to me.
What had gone into my mouth was his—well, a man's cock, as he put it crudely. I'd sucked it with my mouth and swallowed the semen that came out. He piled on all sorts of sexual knowledge I didn't know about, spelling out precisely what I'd done.
To think that massive, scorching-hot thing in my mouth was a man's cock... Was Baul's the same? From what I knew, it should have been just a bit longer than my palm, about two fingers thick... But that throbbing monster thicker than my wrist—it was a man's cock. Realizing that made me feel utterly defiled, a filthy sensation clinging to my skin.
And when he told me he'd photographed the whole thing and even recorded it, a deep despair swallowed me whole, like the ground had caved in beneath me.
To confirm, Sema played the recording, and sure enough, my voice came spilling out.
'Hngh... weird taste... so thick... sticky... and... and... it tastes so gooood...'
Tastes good? What the hell had I been saying? Had I been drunk or something? Goosebumps erupted all over my body, and resentment toward the divine beast before me boiled up.
"Sema... you... you're a bad person after all..."
"A bad person, huh..."
Yes. I should have trusted my instincts. This divine beast in front of me was as vicious as the Esser radiating from him suggested.
How foolish to trust a being with such overwhelming Esser. How was I supposed to face Baul now...?
Before I knew it, Sema had sat down beside me, draping an arm over my shoulder and starting to fondle my breasts. Revulsion surged through me, but for some reason, I couldn't muster the strength to push his arm away.
Then he made this incomprehensible demand: follow him into dungeons and adventures. And every time he asked, relieve his lust just like today.
I wanted to scream that it was nonsense, but with those photos and the recording, I couldn't refuse.
Strangely, though, he hadn't touched my virginity yet. He even promised to protect it while handling his urges.
What was he thinking? If it was blackmail, he'd have set a deadline or demanded more. If he wanted my body, he'd have taken my innocence already.
"I told you earlier, right? Yeah, I'm a bad guy, but not as bad as you think. You've got a fiancé you're promised to—I'm not the type to steal that."
Listening to him, I got the sense he still had some conscience left. Was it just uncontrollable lust?
I tried hinting at refusal, but he wasn't letting me off easy. He threatened to send the photos to Baul.
Thinking of Baul's tense, hopeful Esser when he confessed to me, I couldn't imagine the shock if he saw those photos. He might even kill himself, like Sema said.
With no choice, I accepted his demands.
At my agreement, joy rippled through his Esser, and his huge hand began kneading my breasts.
What was this feeling? Every time he squeezed, that intense heat I'd felt when he spanked my ass surged through me, overflowing inside.
Why, when I hated this so much...? I'd imagined this burning sensation as the heat of true love... Why did it come now, from something I despised...?
Confused by the sensation, I couldn't shake off his hand.
Lost in a swirl of emotions, I ended up swearing a binding oath in the Goddess's name that I couldn't escape his demands.
I forced a promise from him too... but could I trust it...?
Afterward, he handed me clothes to wear back to report to Baul. But my stockings were ruined—torn during the wash, I guessed—so I had no choice but to wear just my nun's habit and follow him out.
We went to Baul, and I told him I'd be going into dungeons with Sema for a while.
As expected, worry pulsed heavily in Baul's Esser.
I hated it too... but I had no choice. To keep it from Baul, this was the only way...
Apologizing inwardly to him, I repeated what Sema and I had discussed on the way, convincing Baul.
His Esser calmed considerably—whether from my persuasion or not—but the guilt of lying to him felt like a nail driven into my chest.
"Take good care of Klea, please, Sema."
"Haha, don't worry. I'll keep her safe. Things got pretty good between me and Klea today, after all. Right, Klea?"
Sema, standing beside me, reassured Baul while grabbing my ass.
With Baul right there...!
But I couldn't resist. The rough touch through the thin fabric of my habit, without stockings, sent a strange weakness flooding my body.
Forcing down the sensation, I trembled and turned to him.
"Y-yes... Sema..."
Once again, that feeling from when he'd spanked my ass swept over me.
"...Haa..."
With that, Sema said he'd pick me up tomorrow morning and left the church.
Alone now, even though it was dinnertime, I had no appetite after today's events and just collapsed onto my bed.
Why had I followed him so easily? No, if I hadn't drunk that alcohol...
Lamenting my foolishness, I racked my brain for a way out, but nothing came to mind.
It looked like... for the next two months or so, I'd have to follow Sema and do those sexual acts like today.
What even were they? Did men get pleasure from things besides intercourse?
For some reason, the bitter taste of Sema's semen lingered in my mouth.
...Not just bitter, but... what was it...?
Recalling the taste and smell made me shudder and shake my head.
No way... I want to taste it again...? Impossible...'
A throbbing ache rose in my lower belly, heat enveloping my body.
No...! Goddess...!
I clasped my hands and prayed to calm it... but the fire burning inside refused to die down easily.
Praying to the Goddess, I unknowingly started rubbing my privates, just like Sema had done to me today.
Aah...! Goddess...! Please, save this lamb...!
Overwhelmed by the sensation, endlessly calling to the Goddess, I gave in completely—rubbing myself until exhaustion claimed me in my first-ever masturbation.