Sacred Lessons (2)
“Hah... hngh...”
“Yes... that’s it. Lick a little harder, please. Nobody would feel good if you lick like that.”
“Mngh...”
As Rachel spoke in a gentle tone, Carrot began lapping at her pussy with renewed fervor. Her face was blank as she flicked her tongue, then...
“Haaah...”
She let out a hot, lewd breath. Her neatly arranged hair was slightly disheveled from being gripped by the roots. It was like she’d completely lost her senses.
Seeing that, Rachel smirked and slowly stroked Carrot’s hair.
“How cute. This is your first time doing something like this, right?”
“Y-Yes... yes...”
“I figured. You look like you’ve never rolled around naked with anyone before.”
Shh—
Rachel lightly grasped Carrot’s hair. She caressed her cheek softly, continuing as if she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“You reek so strongly of virginity...”
“H-Huh...?”
“Don’t mind it. It’s a scent only someone like me can pick up on.”
Carrot wore a confused expression at the words virgin scent. Staring at her face, Rachel pressed on.
“But you know... you’ve never even masturbated once, have you?”
“N-No... never...”
“Yeah, you seem like the type. Otherwise...”
“Eek?!”
Squelch, squelch—
“...there’s no way you wouldn’t know a spot that feels this good.”
Rachel stretched out her foot, rubbing Carrot’s pussy back and forth. Carrot’s head drooped, her body shuddering violently. Watching her, Rachel laughed as if she found it utterly adorable.
“Oh dear. That won’t do. Shaking like that while serving is bad manners.”
“S-Stop... hngghh...”
“Looks like you need a little punishment...”
Rachel let out a soft sigh. She stared at Carrot, then flicked her perky nipple. Her eyes gleamed as she began heightening the sensitivity of the Sound Gate.
“Ngh... h-huh...?”
Carrot looked dazed for a moment. But that vacant expression shattered under the hands roughly kneading her nipples.
“H-Hngh... ahh...!?”
Scritch, scritch—
She pinched the hard tips with her fingertips, then moved to softly massage the puffy areolas, ramping up the stimulation. Carrot hung her head, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Saliva dribbled from her slightly parted lips, and her hands pushed weakly at Rachel’s as if begging her to stop.
“Ahh, ngh...”
Her sensitivity soared endlessly, yet she couldn’t climax. That torturous agony must have been driving her mad. She struggled desperately to escape the pleasure—twisting her thighs together, clenching her fists, shaking her head side to side.
“P-Please... I’m going crazy...”
She even voiced her timid refusal. But Rachel wasn’t one to stop there. She curled her lips upward, pulled her hands away, and said,
“Then, you’ll obey from now on, right? Or I’ll do something even worse than that.”
“Y-Yes... I’ll... obey...”
With eyes half-lidded in pleasure, Carrot answered. She gazed alternately at Rachel and the statue of Manus with trembling eyes, then swallowed hard. Her cheeks quivered, her face filled with bewilderment. Glancing at the statue seemed to bring back a sliver of reason.
But nothing changed.
“Now then... serve me properly once more. With all your heart.”
“O-Okay... eek?!”
Hesitating because of the Manus statue, Carrot froze—but she couldn’t resist as Rachel twisted her nipple. Letting out a shrill moan, she lowered her head and clumsily resumed licking Rachel’s pussy. She stuck out her tongue, gently lapping at the clit, then probed the slit with the tip.
It was hopelessly amateurish, but her effort was palpable.
So this is how my girls do it every day...
No one had taught her. It had to be the tongue movements from when the triplets absorbed her yin. Unconsciously mimicking what felt best for her. In other words, she’d been writhing and panting under this exact tongue play every day.
That realization sent a surge of arousal through Rachel.
“...Yes, that’s it. Roll your tongue a bit more, like you’re serving... mmm...”
Carrot was an honor student. She put her all into everything and never half-assed anything. Normally, it would be a trait to achieve great things. But unfortunately, right now, it was pure poison.
Even with sexual techniques, she was learning with utmost sincerity and effort. Watching Carrot’s tongue grow more skilled by the second, Rachel turned her head. There stood the spear-wielding statue of Manus.
“Hehe...”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. Beside it, the goddess stood proud with her spear. Below, her devout follower knelt, eagerly sucking a demon’s pussy—one who could erase her in an instant if she wished.
How could this be so sinful...
Her huge, firm breasts dangling, looking just like a puppy. Committing an act of blasphemy she should never do. That was what drove Rachel wild. She swallowed hard, staring at Carrot’s face.
“Haa, hngh...”
After lapping at Rachel’s pussy, Carrot pressed her lips to the mound. Then—smack, smack—she made lewd sucking noises.
“Haa... yes, just like that...”
Praise makes even whales dance, they say. Hearing Rachel’s satisfied moans, Carrot’s tongue quickened. Smack, smack—vulgar wet sounds filled the room.
“Mmm... yes, just like that...!”
Gradually, Rachel felt a tingling pleasure spreading from her lower belly. The technique itself was poor, but this immoral situation was driving her insane.
“Mngh, ngh... hngh...”
Her moans grew rougher. Feeling the pleasure build in her core, she took a deep breath and said,
“Haa... that’s enough... you can stop now...”
She commanded Carrot to pull away. It felt good, but this level of oral wouldn’t make her cum yet. She’d enjoyed her pussy plenty, so now she wanted service elsewhere.
Rachel stared at Carrot as her lips parted, then licked her own with a sudden idea.
“...Carrot. Could you pray for me?”
Carrot looked utterly baffled. Praying for others was routine for her, but in this situation, it felt profoundly wrong. As she stared blankly, Rachel pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered in her ear,
“Pray to Manus, thanking her for the chance to serve me.”
“Uh...”
Carrot bit her lip hard. She said nothing, but her intent was clear: she couldn’t do that. She served only Manus.
But could she really refuse the command?
Squelch, squelch—
“Ahn...!”
Rachel’s hand dove down, roughly rubbing Carrot’s pussy. Locking eyes with a stern expression that said obey me now.
“I-I will... I will...!”
She resisted at first, but soon nodded with her body quaking. By now, Carrot must have realized she could never defy Rachel.
Poof—
Kneeling, Carrot clasped her hands. Lips bitten before the profane sight, she began in a trembling voice,
“T-To Manus... I offer thanks for granting me the chance to serve Rachel...”
A prayer she absolutely shouldn’t utter.
“F-For letting... me, make a woman feel good...”
Her stammering voice brimmed with hesitation. Instinct told her this unforgivable blasphemy couldn’t be excused.
Yet she couldn’t stop. Or rather, her mouth wouldn’t.
“L-Licking pussies... learning lewd things... and mastering them...”
Because of the command. Because the glowing Sound Gate on her lower belly had released the brakes.
“F-For creating me with this slutty body... to Manus... I give thanks...”
She defiled what should be a sacred prayer, twisting it to Rachel’s perverse tastes.
“...Hngh...”
Carrot’s face slackened. The conflict between what she shouldn’t do and what she must had melted her mind into mush. With eyes fully glazed, her body shuddered, drool spilling from her open mouth.
“Oh my...”
She froze mid-prayer, doing nothing. Whether subconscious resistance or mere coincidence, her body convulsed, unable to continue. She was practically passed out.
“Even as a priestess, you’ve got some resistance, huh?”
Rachel scooped her up in an embrace. Laying her on the bed, she licked Carrot’s lips. Everything so far had been appetizers. She’d savored it all.
Now for the main course.
Swallowing hard, she murmured,
“Sweet dreams, Carrot...”
And pressed her lips to Carrot’s.
“Sis.”
“Mmm...”
“Sis!”
“Y-Yes?!”
I jolted from my thoughts. It was Ruen calling me, her face slightly pouty.
“...Sorry. I was lost in thought for a sec. What did you say?”
“I asked you to help pick outfits for the ball.”
“Oh, right. The ball.”
Ruen nodded. Lucy, nestled in my arms, looked thrilled. Lua mumbled blankly, “Dress...” “Gown...”
This was the mansion’s dressing room. I’d come to select ball gowns for the triplets ahead of the high demon gathering.
Tomboyish as they were, they were nobility too, apparently attending such events.
Demons these days are basically like humans.
They’d fully integrated into human culture. Demons never had balls originally.
I looked up at the vast dressing room. It was gorgeously designed—beautiful chandeliers, space for hundreds of outfits. Almost overly extravagant.
“Sis, what about this one?”
As I browsed, Lua showed me a dress. Flowy with frills, white and elegantly restrained. Perfect for her cool image.
“Looks good. Light and airy—suits you perfectly, Lua.”
“Hehe... really?”
She beamed bashfully. Seeing that, Lucy and Ruen frowned briefly, then rushed to grab two dresses each.
“Sis, sis, me?”
“H-How about mine...?”
“They all look great on you two. Everything’s pretty.”
They brightened instantly. The cute scene brought a smile to my face.
Designs of every kind...
As the three stepped out to change, I scanned the expansive room. Not just pretty clothes—some had lewd designs mixed in. Nun habits and priestly robes caught my eye here and there.
...Why keep those?
For fun during holy power lessons, maybe. I stared at an outrageous outfit. Skimpy like a brothel dancer’s—minimal fabric like lingerie, loaded with frills. Made for seducing with hip sways.
Succubi, huh. No qualms about the erotic.
“Sis. What’re you staring at so intently?”
Lost in thought, Ruen sidled up. She wore the pretty red frilly dress from before. Passionate hue that matched her fiery vibe.
Hesitating, I voiced my honest impression.
“That one. The design’s so unique.”
“Oh, that? Super pretty, right? The sexy style’s so refined.”
“Ahaha... yeah...?”
I didn’t get the appeal, but succubi tastes, I guess. I scratched my head awkwardly.
“Yeah. Curious? Try it on, sis.”
“W-What? Me?”
What kind of nonsense? Blushing, I shook my head furiously.
“N-No way. Something that slutty...”
“You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that, but... lewd attire goes against doctrine. Oh, what about that gown nearby? I could wear something like—”
“...It’s not slutty?”
“Huh?”
I stared at her. How could something so revealing not be slutty? Then her eyes glowed red.
“Look again. It’s not slutty at all.”
“Y-Yeah...?”
My mind blanked for a moment. Frowning, I looked back—and there was the priestly robe from before.
“Oh... you’re right...?”
Even saying it, my head felt foggy. I shook it to clear the haze, but nothing changed.
“Mmm... yeah, a priestly robe. Totally...”
“Right? So, wanna try it on?”
“Sure... I’ve worn church robes a few times...”
I wobbled over and picked it up. The texture felt off from what I remembered, but I ignored it.
Click, click—
I slowly unbuttoned my clothes.
Shh—
Stripped and changed without a thought. Moments later, I stood before the triplets in the priestly robe.
“How’s it look...?”
“Looks good.”
“Suits you.”
“P-Pretty...”
They smiled in unison. Robes that pretty? The daze hit again, so I brushed it off. Their gazes felt oddly sticky, but probably just my imagination.
Thinking so, I naturally stepped closer—and felt my mind cloud over.