Abstinence (1)
"Oh my... You like it that much? My lips are gonna split."
"Yeah. I like it."
"...You're so honestly straightforward about this stuff."
Lucia spoke as she gazed at my beaming smile. She let out a soft chuckle, then pulled me into a tight embrace.
A warm sensation enveloped me, accompanied by a sweet fragrance. It was 7 p.m. now. I'd just heard that Lucia had been selected as the tutor for Rachel's Mansion.
I was thrilled. I'd thought we wouldn't get to see each other properly until this dispatch mission ended, but our reunion had come way sooner than expected.
The condition for her appointment was three days a week. For some reason, the dispatch approval had come right after she returned, though she seemed a bit uneasy about it. Still, I was over the moon. This solo dispatch to a foreign land had been so lonely.
Of course it was. Living in an unfamiliar place with strangers. Dispatches were routine, so I was used to it, but loneliness was unavoidable.
My one weekly joy had been our calls with Lucia. Now, three times a week—and in person? How could I not be ecstatic?
I grinned ear to ear, staring at Lucia's face. She arrived at the mansion at 9 a.m. each day and left at 8 p.m. Normally, she'd commute by carriage, but the distance and timing made that impractical. So, they'd settled on using return stones three times a week.
Other errands would use carriages. Return stones were pricey, but not as exorbitant as projection stones. With Lucia's wealth, she could use them daily without church funding.
In other words, we now had a legitimate excuse to meet.
"But won't work pile up? You've been burning the midnight oil without sleep."
"The dispatch comes first, so His Holiness took on extra duties."
"...His Holiness might drop dead at this rate."
"They said two vice popes are casting recovery magic on her daily..."
A chill ran down my spine at that. She was already a workaholic maniac. With two vice popes healing her nonstop? That was basically a death sentence.
I let out a soft sigh, picturing the pope's face—her golden hair and benevolent smile that embraced everyone. Once this mission ended, I'd bring her heaps of treats.
"Phew... I'm a bit worried, but at least one weight's off my shoulders. The mission'll progress faster now."
"Yeah. It'll be better with both of us."
I nodded. Lucia was joining the investigation of Rachel's Mansion too. Classes ended at 6 p.m., leaving two extra hours. If needed, she could return via stone for more scouting.
No one could argue with "I missed Carrot, so I came back."
I buried myself in her arms, grinning broadly. My heart pounded with joy. And then... another sensation surged.
...Damn it.
I bit my lip hard to hide it from Lucia, furrowing my brow. The source was a sticky heat clinging to my lower abdomen.
"Hiss, haa..."
Still in her embrace, I deeply inhaled her sweet scent. The heat in my lower belly intensified.
After lingering in her arms for a while, my head felt floaty, and the prodding ache began. I pulled my face away.
"Your face is red. You okay?"
Lucia looked concerned at my flushed cheeks. Seeing her pure kindness, guilt welled up. The shame from all my recent masturbation sessions amplified it.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine."
I shook my head and snuggled back in, ignoring the persistent ache. I'd only felt this with Rachel and the triplets before. Now even with Lucia? Memories of using her image to masturbate flashed by, weighing heavier on my heart.
This couldn't go on. I hugged her tightly, resolving myself.
...Time for abstinence. No more touching my pussy, which I'd been abusing mindlessly. I'd blamed stress before, but now with Lucia's face in regular view, no excuses.
Yeah. Stop. No more filthy masturbation. Back to my old life.
I etched the firm vow into my heart.
Alright. I can do this...
I took a deep breath and stood. Two days since declaring abstinence. I regulated my breathing to calm my arousal, pressing firmly on the nagging ache in my lower belly.
"Ngh, haa—!"
A moan slipped out unbidden. But it was fine. I could endure this much. No more lusting after Lucia on sight. No more ruining my pussy fantasizing about her.
It had started as "just once won't hurt," but her innocent smile changed everything.
Yes. I was Manus's creation—a holy knight upholding doctrine, reciting scriptures, armed with sanctity. No lewd moans from these lips.
"Haa... haa..."
I could endure with willpower. I'd managed before knowing masturbation, despite the agony. I believed in myself.
Squelch— I swallowed hard at the sticky love juices oozing out. My clit stood erect, pink slit drenched. Normally, I'd toy with it till mealtime, but I climbed off the bed and knelt slowly.
Then, I began to pray. Just like when the torment drove me mad.
"Haa... Lady Manus... forgive this wretched creation's lust... ngh...!"
A moan escaped, but I ignored it and continued. My inner thighs grew slick, sticky fluids trickling down. Just two days without touch, and I was gushing like this?
Knock knock—
After long prayer, a knock pulled me up.
"Good morning. Here to ask if you'd like breakfast."
There stood Rachel, ponytail swaying, in black lingerie that teasingly revealed glimpses of skin. The design barely hid her panties, highlighting her plump thighs.
"Ah, y-yeah... I'll eat. Thank you, as always."
I tore my gaze from her thighs. She licked her lips lightly, a sultry smile following.
"You look pale today. Feeling unwell?"
Her gaze felt oddly sticky, intensifying the ache below.
"N-no... Nothing hurts..."
"Your face is red. Bad sleep last night?"
"I'm fine. Thanks for worrying."
Rachel said nothing, just smiled serenely, staring.
"...No lying, okay?"
Her seductive tone sent chills down my spine. That look—like when I visited her room. A shiver grazed my lower belly.
"I'm not ly—"
"You haven't been masturbating lately, have you?"
My face burned crimson. Hands trembling, I balled fists and shook my head vigorously.
"I-I have no obligation to tell you that...!"
I cut her off firmly. Rachel showed no reaction, just chuckled softly as if amused.
"I like honest girls."
She stepped closer. I backed away in panic, but—
Grab— She seized both wrists, blocking my retreat.
"Eek..."
The prodding heat peaked in my lower belly. I shook my head, voice quivering.
"L-let... gooo..."
"Because of Lucia?"
"That's...!"
"Figured. Lately, we've heard you moaning her name from your room."
"Eek..."
My body jolted. Was I that loud? Panic hit—did Lucia hear? I swallowed, turning away.
Release—
Rachel let go. "Whatever, I don't mind."
She spun away, tail swishing teasingly.
"If it gets too hard to hold back, I'll help anytime. Come by—no pressure?"
"N-no, I won't..."
She didn't argue my resolute words.
"Breakfast is ready in the dining room. Enjoy."
She brushed it off lightly and left. I tore my eyes from her swaying hips.
"Haa..."
Leaning against the wall, I sighed. Head spinning, belly throbbing. Better calm this before going down.
Sitting on the bed to rest, my overheated body cooled somewhat. Still tough, but bearable.
Yeah. Reduce it bit by bit. Hands clasped, I prayed to Lady Manus. Thanks for daily bread. Protect me from lust's swamp. Guard my loved ones. Earnestly, desperately.
"...That's how it is, girls."
The triplets smiled at Rachel's amused words.
"Haa... ngh..."
Their smiles targeted Carrot, lying on the bed, thighs twitching, face flushed. Three days without masturbation—perhaps why. The Sound Gate denied climaxes, pleasure building relentlessly, even in sleep.
Her pajamas were soaked. What they'd just seen was Rachel's projection magic replay: Carrot's abstinence vow, mentioning Lucia.
They'd watched clearly, fury boiling despite smiling lips—eyes cold. What was this Lucia to make her suppress raging lust?
Motivation surged.
"Mom's off now. Have fun, you three?"
Rachel poured fuel on their jealousy and slipped away.
Each triplet held tools to drive women mad: clit-stimulating rod, nipple slime, hypersensitivity aphrodisiac, and more.
Lucy, consumed by extreme jealousy, sat beside Carrot, stroking her hair. Eyes glowing red, she activated the Sound Gate.
"S-sis... wake up..."
"Mmm..."
Carrot rose with half-lidded eyes, rubbing them, then blinked at Lucy.
"...Lucia? Why are you here...?"
She mistook her for someone else. Correctly so—under hypnosis, Carrot saw Lucy as Lucia.
Lucy hugged her tight, lips to her ear.
"S-sis...?"
Carrot panicked; Lucy smirked. She blew hot breath in her ear.
"...I'll make you unable to endure without masturbating."
Low, deliberate tone. To prove loved ones meant nothing against lust. Declaring war on Carrot's "abstinence."