It's Not My Will (1)
"Ungh..."
She hiked up her pants and scowled at the sight of her drenched panties. Right on cue, they were soaked again this morning. With a deep sigh, she flopped onto the bed. She didn't even have the energy to change clothes anymore.
Damn this body.
Lately, her condition had been abysmal. The frequent erotic dreams were so routine she didn't bother counting them anymore. Her holy power showed no signs of recovering—in fact, it seemed to be dwindling ever so slightly. Holy power only diminished when one directly violated church doctrine. But she hadn't done anything like that.
Unless the doctrine's vague standards included erotic dreams or panties soaked with her own juices. In that case, maybe it wasn't so inexplicable.
"Haa..."
She let out another deep sigh. Her poor condition was bad enough, but the real problem was how her body heated up at the slightest provocation. Morning arousal had become routine. Now, even casual touches from the triplets or Rachel set her ablaze—a hug, a pat on the shoulder. Heat would bloom from her navel and spread through her entire body, leaving her legs so weak she could barely stand.
She'd even collapsed once mid-step. It was when Lucy had squeezed her in a tight embrace. She'd barely stifled her moan before the intense stimulation buckled her knees to the floor. And when Rachel approached, drawn by the sight, Carrot had felt a sharp twinge deep in her lower belly from that simple touch.
It was already cause for worry, but feeling this way toward the triplets filled her with profound guilt.
Damn it...
She didn't want to feel like this anymore. But the more she resisted, the deeper her body sank into the mire. She'd become what anyone would call a pervert.
Clenching her fists, she mulled over the cause and finally rose to shower.
"Haa... haa..."
Ragged breaths escaped her lips. She never panted after a full day of grueling knight training. But this arousal weakened her endlessly. Heat flushed her face—she might pass for feverish at a glance. Yet the insistent throbbing in her lower belly reminded her it was anything but a simple cold.
The culprit making her body burn and her juices flow unchecked.
Squeeze—
"Hng, ah..."
Desperate to quell the heat, she pressed hard on her lower belly. But it only stirred a fiercer sensation that scrambled her thoughts.
"Heh, heuk..."
She panted, head hanging low for a moment.
Today, I need to ask for a break...
Staggering, she changed her panties and dragged herself to Rachel's room. She knocked twice.
Come in, came the voice.
Rachel greeted her in provocative lingerie.
"Oh my. Carrot? What brings you here? Your face is so red."
Her tone dripped with concern. Wiping cold sweat from her brow, Carrot ignored the stabbing in her lower belly and forced out the words.
"Um... I'm not feeling well today... Could I take just one day off...?"
"Of course. Come in for a moment. Look at that flush..."
Somehow, she ended up inside Rachel's room. "Just lie down," Rachel said, easing her onto the bed before stepping out to fetch something.
"Hoo, hoo..."
Carrot fought to steady her quickening breaths. The air was thick with Rachel's sweet scent. Especially on this bed—it carried a sugary aroma that stabbed at her lower belly.
She fidgeted her thighs, enduring the agony until Rachel returned. A vile thought had just flitted through her mind, filling her with disgust.
I want to smell Rachel's sheets. No different from a pervert.
The door burst open. Rachel entered with a small basin and towel. The basin held water.
"Um, Rachel...?"
"You seem feverish. Wiping you down is best for that."
"Uh..."
She stared blankly. She hadn't come for such pampering—just to request a day off from lessons. Yet somehow, she was already stripping off her top at Rachel's suggestion.
"Hoo..."
She considered refusing, but Rachel's pleading gaze made it impossible. She relented.
This feels familiar... like last time.
Rachel had wiped her sweat-soaked body and panties before. A lewd tension had hung in the air then too. She couldn't recall exactly how it ended, but it hadn't felt bad.
...Is even thinking this blasphemy?
She sat before Rachel as usual. Rachel soaked the towel, wrung it out, and began wiping her down.
"Eut..."
The cool water felt refreshing. Not a real cold, but the accumulated heat eased as her body cooled.
"You always push so hard, Carrot. If you're unwell, you must tell me right away, okay?"
Rachel's gentle words soothed her inexplicably.
"Yeah..."
Was that why her heart started pounding? Her lower belly throbbed anew.
Please, not here too...
She pleaded inwardly with her foolishly reactive body, but the heat refused to subside.
Swipe, swipe—the quiet sounds echoed softly in the dim room. Rachel wiped her silently.
"Now, arms up."
"Y-Yeah..."
She complied with each request, accepting the touches. But far from cooling, her body grew hotter. It should have calmed in this relaxed atmosphere.
"Hoo..."
Swipe, swipe—every spot Rachel touched tingled with heat. Her lower belly stabbed relentlessly.
Ah, again...
Dazed, she felt her fresh panties growing wet. Already soaked again, right in front of Rachel. Mortified, she wanted to hide.
And Rachel noticed instantly.
"...Something wrong? Your breathing's ragged."
"N-Nooo... It's, um..."
Swipe, swish—her hand grazed Carrot's breasts. She'd been stifling moans before, but—
"N-Nothing... hng—!"
A moan escaped unbidden. Rachel smiled faintly, licking her lips before meeting Carrot's eyes.
"Oh dear... There's a sore spot after all, isn't there?"
"N-Nooo..."
"Or perhaps..."
No matter how Carrot denied it, Rachel's sly smile lingered. She paused her wiping, pressed close, and murmured,
"You're... excited?"
Carrot flinched. Normally, she'd deny it flatly. But the heavy atmosphere and Rachel's sticky gaze pulled an honest reaction from her.
"Th-That's..."
She bit her lip, shaking her head furiously. It was just a mistake. I wouldn't think anything profane.
She tried to assert it firmly, but Rachel was sharper than expected. Wrapping an arm around Carrot's waist, she whispered hotly into her ear,
"Lust isn't shameful, you know."
The ticklish breath and intensifying throb made resistance futile. As a holy knight, she should shun the lewd and embrace the sacred. But her weakened body wouldn't allow it.
She weakly gripped Rachel's arm in protest, but it meant nothing. The same limp exhaustion from every morning washed over her now.
"N-Nothing like..."
"It's fine. You can be honest with me. I'm a succubus, after all."
"As a holy knight... that's, blasphemy..."
"Not at all. It's not irreverent. Just a natural bodily function."
"But lewdness... violates doctrine..."
"Nothing strange about it. Like eating when hungry or sleeping when tired."
Carrot denied desperately, but Rachel affirmed just as fiercely. Even reciting scripture mentally did nothing—her body only burned hotter.
"Haa, haa..."
Too weak to sit up, she leaned into Rachel. Her panties were so soaked the crotch of her pajama pants darkened. Her breath came in gasps, head spinning.
This was wrong. She must never accept lewdness. But the thoughts she'd fought every morning clung viscously to her mind.
What if relieving it would help? Make the heat bearable?
An unforgivable question.
"If it's too much, I could help you relieve it..."
"R-Relieve...?"
"Yes. Nothing major. Just touching the good spots a little."
"That's... bl-blasphemy..."
"Like a massage. It's fine."
Carrot clenched her fists tight. She no longer knew what she was doing. The throbbing worsened, her face scorching.
Maybe, if it was just a light massage... it could ease this cursed heat a bit. More medical than lewd, right?
I'm losing it.
The urge to soothe the ache surged. She should refuse. Cut it off decisively.
After agonizing, she turned her head aside, spread her legs wide, and exposed her juice-drenched crotch.
"...Good girl."
Rachel stroked her hair softly. Then her hand slipped inside Carrot's panties.
"Ah..."
Slender fingers began stroking the sticky, sopping mess.