Church Tour (1)
"...Hoo."
A woman's sigh escaped in the pristine white room. She wore a pure white robe. Dazzling silk-like golden hair and vivid red eyes. Her overall aura was gentle, but her eyes held a sharp edge. The robe's design teasingly revealed a glimpse of her thigh. Beneath it, long, snow-white legs peeked out.
Carsea, the pope of the Robwen Church. She rubbed her weary eyes and picked up a report.
Reports from my kids...
She couldn't even remember how many days it had been since she last slept. She'd been holding out on recovery magic for over a week now. This had to be her personal record for staying awake—around ten days, maybe? She couldn't recall exactly.
Letting out a massive yawn, Carsea picked up the reports from Carrot and Lucia. It was the mission she'd sent them on about three or four days ago to investigate a suspicious succubus.
The opened report showed nothing unusual. Just the bold words 'No Anomalies'.
"Hmmm..."
That wrapped up today's reports. She stretched languidly and set the completed ones aside.
Taking longer than I expected...
The thought crossed her mind suddenly. Those two were the most reliable people she knew. Carrot's combat prowess went without saying, and Saintess Lucia was clever and strong. They could handle any tough mission with ease. That's why she'd left them to it without worry.
But the mission was progressing much slower than anticipated.
Is something wrong...?
For anyone else, it might be a lack of ability. But Lucia and Carrot struggling? It was hard to imagine.
"Hmm..."
She needed to keep that succubus mansion mission in mind. She was already plagued by headaches from the group called Longinus Spear running rampant lately. Why were they so obsessed with that 'ancient era'? She wanted to purge them all, but unfortunately, that wasn't possible. There were plenty of innocent demonkin too.
As a cleric, she didn't particularly like demonkin. But she couldn't let personal feelings make her act rashly. Due to the church's policy of 'no hardline responses', they were only suppressing the rioting demonkin.
The report mentioned it was a high-ranking succubus's mansion. What if that succubus was connected to Longinus Spear? Or worse, an executive member? If that was slowing things down...
...That would be a real headache.
If even those two couldn't handle it, it would be five times harder for anyone else.
"Haa..."
Carsea pressed her temples and sighed deeply. She decided to send a letter to the succubus mansion—at least. Of course, in the church's secret code that no one else could read. To outsiders, it would look like an ordinary letter of well-wishes.
Scrape—
Rising from her chair, Carsea strode toward the pigeon room.
It would take about a day for the letter to arrive. If things seemed off, she'd recall them immediately for a physical exam.
The opponent was a succubus. A vile demonkin born to seduce humans. And lately, there were reports of succubi that drained yin energy. What if this 'Rachel' was one of those? In the worst case, she had to consider the possibility that the two had been enchanted.
There were no absolutes in the world.
With that in mind, Carsea carefully wrote the coded message.
May Lady Manus bless those children with fortune...
She prayed to her goddess for their safety.
Squelch, slurp—
"Hii, hiik..."
A moan leaked from my lips involuntarily. I threw my head back, my body shuddering.
"Hee, heeek... Hek...!"
Couldn't cum again...
What spread through my body was a deflating pleasure. The kind that drove you mad with frustration, denying you climax.
I wiped the drool from my mouth with my hand. The towel spread on the bed was soaked through with my juices.
"Hoo... Huuht..."
Squelch, squelch, squiiiish—
Why couldn't I cum? When Rachel touched me, I went off so easily. Why? Why on earth?
"Kuhiiik..."
I gritted my teeth against the rising irritation and thrashed my pussy wildly. Fingers I used to be too scared to even insert were now plunging inside without hesitation, stirring my insides.
When did I get like this? After visiting Rachel's room more than five times? When Lucy sucked my pussy? At some point, just rubbing my clit felt too frustrating, so I started shoving fingers in and churning my hole. Pressing the end deep inside. Thrusting them even deeper made my head fill with blissful happiness. The kind where I'd be content doing this forever.
When masturbating, nothing else came to mind. All that lingered faintly now was a vague remnant of Lady Manus's scriptures. Even checking my daily holy power decline had dwindled to every other day.
"Haa, heeek..."
I pressed the most sensitive spot over and over, my whole body trembling. Still no climax.
"Huu... Hiii..."
I pulled out my fingers and stared at the slick, drenched hand. Wiping it on the towel, I collapsed onto the bed.
The sticky heat still clung to my lower belly.
I had to stop this. I had to stop defying Lady Manus's teachings. Every day, I touched my pussy with the hopeful thought, 'Maybe I can cum today.' And every time, it betrayed me with denial.
I thought it was my technique. So I pinched my nipples, tormented my pussy like mad, even sucked my own breasts obscenely. Breasts I never paid much mind to before. Who knew I'd use these huge tits like this? Stirring my pussy while slurping on them myself. If the church folk saw, they'd look at me with disgust. You're no cleric. Don't tarnish Lady Manus's name.
"Eut..."
The thought sent a strange thrill through me, and I curled up.
Yeah. Tomorrow—for real this time—I'll quit masturbating. I swallowed hard, furrowing my brow.
I had no choice but to swear an oath. Just repeating 'I shouldn't' wouldn't work; I'd lose control again. A cleric's oath, invoking the name of the god I serve, with real consequences for breaking it. Since it involved my name, the backlash would be severe. My holy power would take a massive hit. Maybe even lose access to certain holy spells as penalty.
But I had to do it. If this continued, my mind would break. Right now, I was like a bitch in heat fiddling away, but with the oath's power, I could endure the lust somehow.
...Somehow.
I clasped my hands tightly and began to pray. Swearing in Lady Manus's name that I wouldn't masturbate anymore. No more obscenely fingering my pussy. No more tweaking my nipples and moaning. No more rolling my clit and panting. No more sucking my own breasts while jerking off. All forbidden. I'd live a proper life as a cleric.
"Hoo..."
As the prayer ended, the arousal in my body subsided.
The oath... it worked.
No more masturbating. I took deep breaths and slowly cleaned up the mess I'd made.
Knock knock—
How long had I been tidying when someone knocked? I hurriedly dressed and stepped out.
"Sorry to bother you so late. Were you sleeping?"
"Ah, n-no. It's fine. I wasn't asleep yet."
There stood Rachel. She smiled softly, still in her lewd lingerie. Did succubi always wear stuff like that? I tore my eyes from her sexy figure and spoke.
"Wh-what... brings you here?"
"Well... I have a favor to ask."
"A favor?"
"Yes. How about letting my kids do a church tour?"
A church tour. My eyes widened at the words. Tours were common enough. Kids taking lessons from clerics often visited. But demonkin wanting a church tour? First time I'd heard of it. They had holy power resistance, so it wasn't impossible.
"It's possible, but... your daughters..."
"Worried because they're demonkin? It's fine. They've been listening to scriptures and praying a lot. They can handle the hymns from the church no problem."
I pondered her words. She was right. The triplets had holy power resistance high enough to endure prayers and scriptures. But would the church allow demonkin visitors? That was the issue. With Longinus Spear stirring things up lately, the atmosphere was tense. They wouldn't look kindly on demonkin touring.
Rejection was highly likely. Rachel looked a bit downcast as I hesitated.
"Is it really no good...?"
"Hmm... Ah, it's not impossible. But given the timing..."
"Can't they just do a quick tour? The kids have been begging me for it..."
The triplets' faces flashed in my mind. Refusing would make them so sad. They were passionate about theology and holy power. As a cleric, turning them away felt wrong.
I thought it over and made my decision.
"...I'll talk to Lucia and contact the church. Even if they refuse, don't take it too hard."
"Oh my... Thank you. If they say no, it's not your fault, Carrot. Don't worry."
I nodded. She looked touched, gently taking my hand and smiling brightly, as if truly grateful.
"I figured you'd say no. I'm so thankful—could I repay you somehow?"
"No need. As a cleric, guiding promising kids on a tour feels right."
I shook my head lightly, refusing. I hadn't done it for reward.
Rachel's eyes met mine, slowly glowing red.
"Don't refuse."
A foggy haze filled my mind. My face went blank as strength drained from my body. My vision blurred, tinnitus ringing in my ears.
"You've been suffering without cumming lately, haven't you?"
"Y-yes...?"
"As thanks, I'll make you cum once."
I shook my head no. Rachel drew closer, her sweet scent overwhelming.
"Ah... Uuht..."
Arms wrapped around my waist, hands gripping my ass. Her lips brushed my ear—
"Thanks to you, we can slip into the church easily..."
Her tongue teased my earlobe with wet licks.
"I'll make you forget all about that silly oath... and bliss you out."
She declared she'd shatter the taboo I absolutely mustn't break.