Just Sleeping Together for Today? (2)
Today too, I ended up having another lewd dream. Something's wrong. Frowning, I climbed out of bed. A strange fatigue washed over my entire body. I'd first sensed the problem on the day marking two weeks at the mansion. Clearly, the erotic dreams with Lucia that I'd been having steadily for the past week. They were incredibly vivid, but I'd chalked it up to a mere fluke. But when they dragged on for another full week, that changed everything.
Today, Lucia had passionately entwined with me in the dream once more. Before, it ended with just kisses and our bodies rubbing together. But the dreams were growing more intense by the day. What used to stop at kisses and mutual caresses had evolved into fierce couplings, lewd moans echoing as we drifted off drenched in sweat. The worst part? All that sexual throbbing and ecstasy carried over perfectly. Lucia's loving gaze felt utterly real. The way her hands roamed my body was indistinguishable from reality. The scorching heat building inside me to the brink of madness still lingered vividly.
"Ugh..."
Lucy lay beside me, sleeping soundly with soft breaths. I took deep, steadying breaths to calm my still-restless body. But the most uncomfortable sensation was something else entirely. I slipped into the bathroom and tugged down the waistband of my pajama pants. "Eek..." A silvery thread stretched slickly from inside my white panties. My smooth crotch glistened, soaking wet.
Damn it...
I never masturbated, let alone consumed anything lewd. So I'd never really grasped what female arousal felt like. Back at the church, my days were filled with training and reading—no room for anything else. Lewd topics or stories would leave me flustered, dodging them awkwardly. This bodily change was utterly unwelcome. A holy knight of the church couldn't afford this. I had to preserve my faith with a pure, untainted mind forever. It meant never defiling my body with base lusts like these.
Goddess Manus...
And there was another reason I despised this shift. Manus's doctrine rejected all things carnal. Others might not lose holy power over something so trivial. But mine was different. Immensely potent in exchange for being tied directly to my faith—stronger with devotion, weaker with doubt. Exposure to lewdness would erode it. For now, the effect was negligible, not even a speck on my holy power. But if I gave in to masturbation or lewd thoughts here... Manus would forsake me. My power would dwindle until I couldn't match a lower priest. In this situation, that was unacceptable. Quitting the mission midway? That would just leave a festering threat. Holy knight Carrot couldn't allow it.
"It's okay... it's fine..."
I murmured self-consolation, wiping my drenched crotch with tissue. Need to wash up quick... An hour earlier than usual, but sleep had vanished entirely. Breakfast first, then brainstorm solutions. Ditch the sleep-aid magic tool. No more shared beds. Somehow, wrest control back.
Failed.
"T-Today... c-can we... n-not sleep t-together...?"
"Th-that's..."
I wore a troubled expression as Lucy fidgeted. She looked utterly dejected, limp like a wilted flower. Ruen watched from the side, chuckling as she chimed in.
"Sis is making Lucy cry."
"Oh dear. Sis, I never pegged you for that type. What a naughty girl."
"I-I didn't make her cry!"
Seizing the opening, the twins pounced. My face burned crimson as I flailed my hands in denial. Awkwardly, I pulled Lucy into a tight hug.
"It's not 'cause I dislike you, Lucy. You were talking in your sleep a lot. I just thought maybe I was bothering you..."
"Am I... a b-burden...?"
"Ah... no, not that..."
This is maddening...
How could anyone refuse a face like a soaked kitten?
Knock knock—
"Y-yes?"
"May I come in?"
"Yes, please do."
Rachel entered then, carrying a plate of neatly sliced fruit. The triplets didn't eat solids, so it was for me.
"Thank you as always, Madam Rachel."
"Think nothing of it. The girls adore their teacher. I'm the grateful one for looking after them."
After brief pleasantries, I set the melon plate aside.
"How are lessons going? Having fun?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah!"
"Y-yeah..."
Rachel beamed at their lively replies. She brought fruit like this periodically during sessions. Kind, wonderful woman—but one I couldn't fully trust yet. I couldn't forget why I'd come here: Rachel. And these recent anomalies. Hard to believe the girls weren't involved in the dreams. Better safe than sorry.
"Passion's admirable, but ease up if it's too much. You look exhausted."
"I'm fine. They're catching on great—makes me proud."
Rachel's eyes crinkled in a smile. She glanced at my face, then licked her lips with a sticky slowness. The odd dissonance made me hug Lucy tighter without thinking.
"Restless dreams lately, I take it."
"Nothing major. Should settle with time."
"If it's bad, come to me. Dreams are my specialty."
"I appreciate the kindness."
A succubus who wielded erotic dreams? Undoubtedly an expert. But something felt off—imagination, probably. Rachel chatted briefly before leaving.
The 'dream' mention drew blank stares from the girls. Awkward... and strangely off. Did their eyes flash red just now? Imagination, surely. I hope.
"Yawwwn..."
Lucia stretched, her face etched with exhaustion. Mountains of documents loomed before her. Night had fallen outside, yet piles remained. She slumped over the desk with a deep sigh.
"Maybe I should quit being saintess..."
She muttered pessimistically—a bombshell any priest or the pope would panic over. But she meant it, dead serious. Never imagined this workload before the role. Hearing the pope survived on three hours' sleep and recovery magic had curbed her gripes, but it was still grueling.
Miss Carrot...
Leaning back, she thought. Two weeks without seeing her. Weekly projection reports helped, but they were just images. Nothing like her real face, her voice.
"Hmm..."
Two weeks at the succubus mansion. Overall: 'no issues.' Only oddity? More erotic dreams lately. Risky there, so she'd pressed for details. Just 'kissing other women'—mild for lewd dreams. Not her as the partner? A twinge of jealousy. But so very Carrot.
Cute enough to die...
Carrot loathed lewdness. It tainted her holy power. Even dirty talk turned her ears pink, blood rushing to her face. Lucia teased her with it often. Pure, pristine, adorable girl.
Wish the mission would end soon.
She ached to see Carrot now. They'd planned a beach trip. May now—if it wrapped quick, perfect timing. She pictured Carrot in a bikini. Always "girls together, it's fine," yet shy of other nudes. Blocking Lucia's dirty jokes primly. Lucia chuckled at the visions. Post-mission: grab her hand, anywhere fun. Delectable food, playful days. Nights: curled in one bed, inhaling her sweet scent. Lullabies sending her to sleep with a smile. Stroking her hair as she murmured names in dreams. More moments like that. And when Carrot retired—no more holy power needed. Not just sharing beds—
"...Hm."
Lucia touched her burning cheeks. Overtired? Such stray thoughts. "Work... gotta work..." She shook them off, grabbing the dreaded papers. A soft sigh, Carrot's face in mind. ...Miss Carrot.
"Ugh... eek..."
Faint groans echoed in the room—not pleasure, but discomfort from adjustments. Source: Carrot.
"Careful not to wake her."
"Y-yeah... She w-won't... Hid a m-magic in one pro-protector b-before..."
"Hmm... This okay? She wakes, we're toast."
Ruen spoke with utmost caution, frowning as she stared at Carrot's face. Sweat beaded on her forehead. They were tweaking one protector to induce erotic dreams—via magic tool, technically. Pain or joy? Easy to wake; short-term pulls. But lust? Endless. Humans would do anything for it. Succubi knew best.
Click, click—
Odd noises from one of the dozen-ish protectors. Analyzing, weakening. Lucy twitched, finger pressed to Carrot's lower belly. Mana-drain spasms. No lie: breaching was hell.
"But... this sis is tough. Three of us, barely dent one."
"Yeah. Holy power? Continent's best. Great demon? Shredded. Mom's barrier or bust."
"H-hurts... Sh-share mana..."
Lucy pouted mid-unseal. Ruen smirked, hugging her—mana flowed via contact. Succubi drained or infused. Lucy sighed relief: "Phew."
Zzap—
Protector crackled, weakening faintly. Lucy seized it, pouring everything. Etched a flaw: lust debuff spell. Protector suppressed to 20%, but dreams intensified, resistance thinned. Vulnerability eased seals. Barely, though.
"Ugh... D-dying... N-no more..."
"Good girl. More mana—rest."
"Thanks always. Couldn't without you, Lucy."
Ruen caught the slumping girl. She smiled at the prone Carrot. Tonight, she'd let Lucy into her bed—easy infiltration. Now at minimal protector interference. Full breach? Longer. But sufficient.
Ruen wiped Carrot's sweat, eyeing the exposed lower belly. Mouthwatering wide hips, cinched waist, lewd mound bulging proudly below navel. Licked her lips. Leaned down, kissed it softly.
"Lucia... mm... Luciaaa..."
Carrot writhed, murmuring her name. Sticky lust coiled in their eyes. Not yet. They stroked her hair tenderly.
"Sweet dreams, sis."
Did Carrot know? Her dreams were wicked succubi schemes. Her predicament too.