Sister, Have You Ever Kissed? (1)
"Sis. Have you ever kissed anyone?"
It was the first time I'd woken up at dawn.
"Haa, haa..."
I struggled to calm my overheated body, clenching my fists tight. My whole body was burning up. My heart pounded like mad. My face felt like it was ripening from the flush, and an itchy sensation clung to my lower belly.
Right now, the time...
It was 5:40 a.m. That's fifty minutes earlier than my usual wake-up at 6:30. My sleep schedule never broke like this before. What the hell was going on?
I furrowed my brow, recalling the dreams I'd been having lately. As always, Lucia had appeared today too. But the intensity was different this time.
Lucia had licked my entire body. She grabbed me, starting from under my arms, trailing down to my breasts, my lower belly, caressing me everywhere. Midway through, when she sloppily licked the insides of my thighs, I lost my mind completely. My body tickled and heated up unbearably. In the dream, my crotch grew soaked. Amid the maddening pleasure, I resisted somehow, but my body wouldn't obey me.
Even when Lucia licked my nape and kneaded my inner thighs. Even when she lapped at my lower belly and pressed there firmly, tempting me with promises of bliss. All I could do was weakly push her away. And even that barely worked.
"Lucia..."
I hugged myself with both arms, murmuring her name. Cold sweat dripped down, and a sharp ache pulsed in my lower belly. During the dream, a strange sensation had surged up. I'd desperately fought it off. If I gave in completely, there'd be no turning back. Instinct screamed at me: Don't remember this feeling. Escape this pleasure at all costs.
This was the first time I'd gotten so intensely aroused. And it didn't feel good at all.
I sighed deeply and flicked my right hand. A holographic map-like projection appeared before my eyes. It tracked Rachel's movements. It recorded and showed her paths whenever she passed near the detection spells I'd set up.
But strangely, Rachel hadn't come anywhere near my room. At most, she'd gone in and out of the kitchen. One of the triplets had passed my door, but her path suggested she was just heading to the bathroom. My room was next to it, and we all slept on the same floor.
This is weird...
No one had intruded into my room, yet I'd had this dream. Maybe the detection magic was broken? But no, it was working fine. Which meant this dream was purely from my own lustful thoughts. But that didn't make sense. How could a dream turn this lewd just lying there?
I cast the detection magic on myself, but nothing had changed.
...Did magic get used on me?
That was my conclusion. No way could I go through something this extreme without any tampering.
"Haa, ngh..."
I staggered to my feet, steadying myself against the wall. "Urgh..."
I pulled down my pants a bit, and sure enough, my panties were soaked. This damn body. Why did it heat up like this? I hated lewd stuff. I didn't want to lose to base desires. No more erotic dreams.
I was a holy knight of the church. A knight serving Lady Manus and protecting Saintess Lucia. I couldn't yield to something this trivial. Never.
I repeated it like a mantra, but the boiling in my lower belly wouldn't subside. I collapsed to the floor with a thud and peeled off the drenched panties. Sticky, transparent fluid stretched between them and my crotch. My pink slit, tightly closed yet sopping wet. And the bean-shaped clit standing erect above it.
I pulled a handkerchief from my pajama pocket and started wiping my crotch. Slick sounds filled the air. "Haa..."
How long did I have to keep doing this? As I wiped the soaked mess, one frustrating thing hit me: it wasn't stopping after one or two passes anymore. The more I wiped, the more fluid kept coming.
This sucks...
The sticky ooze kept seeping out endlessly. It took a full two minutes of wiping before it finally stopped.
"Haa..."
I stared blankly out the window. It felt like the arousal cooldown was stretching longer each time. Deep breaths used to settle me in ten minutes. Now, not even a sign of it.
Still, I kept breathing deeply, grabbing clothes to wear. My panties were too wet, so I went without, pulling on pajama pants instead. No chance of sleeping again, and my body was still fired up.
...Maybe a shower, then patrol the mansion. Check the spells too.
With that thought, I headed to the bathroom. Normally, I'd pray right there. But not with my body this aroused. I apologized to Lady Manus in my heart and sighed. Don't lose to lust. I'm Carrot, holy knight of Robwen Church.
"...You're sharp. Tricky one."
Rachel murmured softly. She was scanning Carrot's dark room. Carrot had just headed to the shower.
Part of her itched to pounce on the girl mid-shower. But even weakened, an upper holy knight was no joke. One wrong move, and she'd be obliterated.
Snap. She flicked her fingers, filling the room with red light. It seeped into Carrot's bed. A spell to cloud judgment and heighten vulnerability to erotic dreams. It only worked during sleep, but at least in bed, suspicion would ease a bit. Easier to grope her sleeping body.
This is getting risky...
Rachel slipped out of Carrot's room. She'd neutralized seven detection spells so far, carefully leaving traces midway to avoid suspicion. Total blackout would've raised flags.
Info hacked from Carrot's projection stone recently confirmed it. Good call adjusting it. Without impersonating Lucia midway, she'd have left evidence.
She'd taught the kids too—no protector traces at night. Smart Carrot would notice in a couple days, once the bodily changes hit hard. But even then, she couldn't pinpoint the truth.
The church's "purification" on demon criminals—legal extermination by clergy or knights. Required ironclad proof, not just suspicion. Carrot had none, so no big moves.
Rachel's job: weaken her in the gap.
"Hehe..."
Back in her room, Rachel chuckled softly and sat lightly on her bed. "Haa..." She bit her finger, smiling lewdly. She licked her lips, pressing her heated lower belly. Her tail coiled around her thigh unconsciously.
Seeing Carrot suffer over lewdness like that—fall was imminent. When it happened, ignore pleas for release. Suck her yin energy sip by sip. Watching her mind break in pre-orgasm frenzy? Pure delight.
Imagining Carrot sobbing "Please don't," her heart raced. "Mm..." Rachel's hand slid downward. She'd been aroused since watching Carrot writhe and moan in bed earlier.
Just a little...
She slipped her hand into her panties, stirring softly. Lewd moans filled her room.
"Sis. Have you ever kissed?"
"K-Kiss?"
"Yeah. A kiss."
"Th-The thing where lovers tangle tongues...?"
"No, I know that much..."
Lucy's words flustered me, my face heating up. Why ask something like that...?
Such lewd questions were awkward. Very succubus-like, though.
"D-Do we have to talk about that while eating cookies after class...?"
But doing it over snacks post-lesson? Not sure.
"Yeah."
"I-I'm curious..."
"Kissing's common. Can't I ask?"
The kids saw it differently. They stared intently, faces full of persistence. Like they'd wait forever if I didn't answer.
Like asking a teacher about their first love...
These convos were more common than I thought. Succubi absorbing yin via erotic dreams—they sensed intensity differently. To me, "kiss" alone was stimulating.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. But hit a snag.
I've never kissed...
Not even a peck. Kisses were for someone you love, treasured. ...They meant French kissing, right? No one for that with me. One candidate, sure, but way too early. We hadn't even started anything.
Still, the kids expected something. Saying no might disappoint. Admitting inexperience was mortifying.
'Teacher, you've never kissed?' I'd bawl and bolt.
After agonizing, I steeled myself.
"...Yeah, I've kissed."
A white lie for the kids. Not because I was embarrassed or hated teasing. Just meeting their needs.
But.
"...You've done it?"
"Y-You have?"
"You did...?"
Their reactions were off. They stared, muttering "Really?" like parrots. Did I slip up?
"Uh, well..."
A subtle displeasure crossed their faces.
"...You kissed, right."
"Yeah."
"W-With that Lucia woman... you did it, huh...?"
"Only candidate."
"Cheeky. Lips not ours."
In Carrot's room, the triplets wore deeply displeased expressions. Beyond annoyed—furious.
They stared at the soundly sleeping Carrot.
"Mm..."
Her face was unusually peaceful, unlike usual. Normally twisting in erotic dreams, but tonight they'd blocked them deliberately. Because of today's incident—Carrot claiming she'd kissed.
It started as teasing, but after hesitation, she said yes. Meant someone close enough besides them. Obviously Lucia.
So they blocked the dreams. Seeing her swoon over Lucia tonight would've been intolerable.
"Sis..."
Lucy's eyes dulled as she sat beside Carrot. She stroked the white forehead slowly, then pressed theirs together. Noses touched, warm breaths mingled. Carrot slept deeply, smacking her lips.
Lucy bit her lip.
"K-Kiss... C-Can I go first...?"
Her voice strained with suppressed emotion. The others nodded. First time touching without dreams, but with protector spells etched, no worries of waking her.
Lucy gazed at Carrot's face, then brought her lips close.
Carrot had overlooked two things today. One: the triplets visited her room nightly. Two: no pointless lies around them.
Because she missed that—
Mm.
—she lost her first kiss. Not to Lucia. To the succubi eyeing her body.
Lucy's lips met Carrot's. She wrapped her tail around Carrot's waist, interlocking their fingers. Silence flowed with lewd tension.
"Mmph..."
Breaking it, the wet sounds of tangling tongues spread.