Unnie's Nipples Are Her Weak Spot (1)
After the routine report with Carrot wrapped up that morning, Lucia furrowed her brow in a strange mood.
Today's call had been no different from usual. She'd been happy to see Carrot's face. Carrot's condition looked fine today too—no, better than fine. Aside from a slight suspicion about the succubus Rachel's movements, there was nothing else to report.
But that's exactly what felt off. 'Is a mission supposed to go this smoothly...?'
Wasn't it? As someone who'd run the field a lot before becoming a saintess, she couldn't help but sense the incongruity. Not that she wanted something bad to happen, of course.
It had been about four weeks since Carrot was dispatched to the mansion. And in all that time, just one suspicious sign? It didn't add up. If Rachel were truly a shady demon, she'd have laid the groundwork long ago. Carrot wasn't dumb enough to miss it.
Of course, that wasn't the only oddity. The biggest discomfort came from Carrot's behavior. It was subtly strange. She was unmistakably Carrot, yet somehow... not.
"Hmm..."
Lucia let out a groan, lost in thought. Long hours on the job bred suspicion, and most of those hunches hit the mark. That's why she trusted her instincts—they rarely led her wrong. And it wasn't a bad situation to probe a little.
Or maybe her judgment was clouded from pulling an all-nighter for two days straight.
"Haa..."
Lucia leaned back in her chair with a deep sigh, the creak of wood echoing. She gathered her disheveled hair, tied it loosely, and stared up at the office ceiling. When the hell could she escape this paperwork hell? She needed time to check on Carrot properly once things lightened up.
She wanted daily calls, but now it was once a week at best. Projection stones guzzled mana and coin. Once, when Carrot was on dispatch before, they'd talked twice a day. The treasurer had begged her with a pale face, "Please, no more." After that, she'd limited herself to once a week. She couldn't defy the pope's orders, higher than her own. Emergencies were different, but this was just a hunch.
'I hope it's nothing more than a gut feeling...'
Lucia sighed again, long and wistful. And there was one more issue. Carrot looked... oddly erotic lately.
Anyone else would call it crazy, but Carrot brimmed with an unnatural allure these days. Her expressions, her gaze, the way she looked at Lucia—it carried a faint, lewd undercurrent.
Lucia's face went blank for a moment.
"Ah, no!"
Like a spasm, she slapped her cheeks—smack, smack—to drive out the impious thoughts.
"Hoo, hoo..."
Breathing hard, she fought to shake off the distractions. 'What am I doing, perving on the purest girl in the world...'
No one had less resistance to lewdness than Carrot. She didn't get it, didn't like it, wasn't even curious. Lucia had impure thoughts sometimes—girls that age are always raring to go, right?—but brushed them off with, 'That's just Carrot.' She was purity incarnate.
...Though her oblivious skinship was a bit much. Still, even that was kinda cute.
Lucia smiled goofily thinking of her, then stretched. Two nights of recovery magic and all-nighters, but Carrot's face recharged her. She'd hug her tight once work eased up. Maybe even a kiss, if she dared. Pure Carrot would blush at that for sure.
'I miss her so much it's killing me...'
The longer the time apart stretched, the stronger the longing grew. Shoving aside the ache, she snatched up the towering stack of documents and dove back in. Carrot was working hard too—she had to push herself.
My head felt foggy. Staring at my panties soaked with arousal fluid, I thought.
"Eut... Ahh..."
I bit my lip hard. The tingling in my lower belly made clear thinking impossible.
'This is driving me insane...'
It was nighttime now. I should be sleeping, but here I was. My panties were drenched because my body was burning up.
I wasn't sick or anything. Maybe replaying today's call was the trigger. Thinking of Lucia had set me off like this.
Strength drained from my limbs. Just from thinking of her? I felt like a hopeless pervert.
I swallowed hard, staring at the prickling heat in my lower belly. A sticky warmth clung below my navel, refusing to budge.
'What do I do about this...?'
Never had it flared this bad before. The new sensation scrambled my brain.
How do normal people handle this? I wondered hazily—
'Masturbation.' The word flashed, then I erased it.
...Normal people work it off with exercise. Yeah. Healthy movement, not vulgar self-pleasure.
I chanted it like a mantra, but nothing changed. Swallowing again, I eyed my soaked panties. If I could just deal with this damn sensation clinging to my belly, I'd be fine.
Wiping my crotch was out—rubbing that mess would feel too weird. So I slid a hand to my hot lower belly. The slightly protruding spot below my navel. I pressed down—squeeze.
"Ah, eut..."
The tingle shot through my whole body. Why did touching my belly make me moan like that? I bit my lip, fingers trembling. My mind screamed 'this sensation is dangerous,' but my overheated body craved more. Keep pressing, it begged—it'd make the tingle go away.
I reached down again—smack! My other hand swatted it away, and I flopped onto the bed.
"Haa, haak..."
Mouth agape, I panted hard. It was just a body signal. Grit could beat it. Clinging to fading reason, I repeated it endlessly.
Sleep might fix it, but...
'If I sleep defenseless like this, who knows what'll happen...'
Instinct screamed it. Drop my guard here, and something irreversible would hit. The premonition flashed through my mind.
I cast every spell I could think of around the room: barriers, interceptions, no-approach, sirens, everything. Out of my mind, I spammed them all.
"Haa... ha..."
Mana drained fast. Already at my limit, the overdraw hit me with brutal fatigue.
'This should hold...'
I let my heavy eyelids droop, vowing to hunt down the culprit behind this come morning.
"Whoa... what the heck is this?"
"Yeah. The spells are all tangled up messy."
"Sh-she must've been struggling hard..."
In the dark room, the triplets' eyes gleamed at Carrot. But they looked a bit flustered. Crude spells littered the room and door, half-formed and warped—like she'd given up midway. Her arousal must've been intense.
"M-Mom said... she gave her a little gift..."
"That's this, huh."
"Yeah. Mom's thorough as always. Put a judgment-clouding spell on the bed."
Direct spells on Carrot's body? Unthinkable. Instead, they'd targeted her weakest moment—sleep—with precision. Her desperate defenses were all neutralized. Guard down.
Ruen smiled sweetly at their mother's thoughtfulness. Sitting beside the heaving Carrot, she stroked her hair gently.
"Must've been scary, huh? First time with pleasure like this."
"Y-Yeah... Unnie hates lewd stuff so much."
"Body's slutty as hell, though. Total nonsense."
Lucy nodded in agreement. She sidled up to Carrot, pressing her lower belly softly.
"Ah... hngut... Lucia..."
Carrot writhed, moaning Lucia's name. Lucy pinched with her fingers, toying like Carrot was a plaything. Glad moans leaked from her lips.
"F-First... her protector is pretty w-weak now... Sh-should be able to t-touch her dreams s-soon..."
"Already?"
"Y-Yeah... Mom sped things up a bit..."
"No mana left for barriers, huh. Mom's motivated."
"Mom's h-hungry too... Sh-she can't move n-now..."
"True that."
Ruen nodded, eyeing Carrot's disheveled nightclothes. She flicked off the white bra—pop. Pink nipples sprang free, stiff from arousal.
This broken, she wouldn't wake from stronger stim. Time to torment the most sensitive spot.
All eyes locked on the pink areolae and nipples. The triplets swallowed hard, the sound echoing.
Ruen and Lua flanked her breasts. Lucy snapped her fingers, conjuring a small orb in the air. It showed nude Carrot and a white-haired woman in a skimpy bikini.
A dream projection orb, displaying the target's Sound Gate. It let them tweak or enter dreams. The tall human was Lucia, no doubt. Now they could meddle in dream dialogue at least.
"...You brought it?"
"Yeah."
At Ruen's question, Lua pulled something out: a fist-sized, squishy, sticky green blob. A mini slime—dried in sunlight, not alive. Used as food usually, but its gooey softness had... other popular uses. Like lube for nipples.
Crushed between palms, it turned to sticky gel.
"Alright then..."
Ruen and Lua reached for Carrot's nipples.