Oops, I Really Wrote "Church Sister Blackmail Training" (4)

"Hmmm..."

I rubbed my chin after reading the letter.

Tap- tap- tap-

No matter how many times I checked, it was definitely a letter from Yuribellin Church.

"Lapis sis was acting a bit off that day, for sure..."

I recalled meeting Lapis sis a few days ago.

──...Hic?♥

The way she froze the moment she heard about the donation, or how her voice trembled excessively when I asked if she wanted anything specific.

'But... people get flustered seeing a huge sum of money out of nowhere, right?'

So I'd brushed it off at the time.

Lapis sis, who was single-handedly managing the church's finances, could easily be shocked by that amount.

But...

'I never imagined THIS.'

Slide-

The full text of the letter Lapis sis had sent to Nakadashi went like this.

"Ha."

A chuckle escaped me before I knew it.

The ink was especially thick there, as if she'd pressed extra hard.

'M-My areolae aren't THAT big!!'

I pictured Lapis sis holding a ruler up to her areolae to measure them.

"So... to sum it up."

She was asking me to correct the description because her areolae and nipples weren't as big as portrayed.

'Impressive, Lapis sis.'

I wasn't teasing or mocking her—this was genuine admiration.

Typically, complaint letters from readers ended at "I was offended" or "I didn't like it."...

But demanding a correction because the protagonist's areolae were described as too big? This was a first, in both my past and present lives.

Slide─

Then, my gaze naturally drifted to the drawer.

Reading complaint letters had automatically brought "that" to mind.

"...."

Creep- creep-

Just looking at it gave off an ominous vibe.

"Haa..."

With a sigh, I opened the drawer to reveal stacks of envelopes crammed inside.

All letters from Kidian Necroport.

Unfortunately, the letters from Kidian hadn't stopped with that first one.

They'd kept coming every single day without fail.

Thud─

They'd started at two or three sheets, but lately, they exceeded ten.

"Seriously... I gotta do something about this... but I got no options."

I sighed as I shoved the letters back into the drawer.

After all, the sender was the lady of House Necroport, duke's family.

What could I do against one of the empire's top ten powerhouses, a 6-star necromancer?

'Ignore her and she decays; reply and it's death.'

The moment I'd revealed myself as Nakadashi to Kidian, I'd fallen into her spiderweb.

Ignoring her seemed to be making things worse, and replying would only deepen the entanglement.

"No good choices."

All I could do was stay quiet and hope she'd forget about me.

'...More importantly.'

Slide-

I picked up Lapis sis's letter again.

'I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠didn't exactly write it thinking of her...'

It was pure coincidence.

Adapting content from my past life to this world required church descriptions, and since I'd actually attended Yuribellin Church, some details might've rubbed off for accuracy.

'Hmm... If you go in with that mindset from the start, yeah, it could be misinterpreted.'

I reread the key part of the letter.

'Yeah, yeah, got it. Lapis sis's areola size.'

Not quite two gold coins side by side, but over one and a half.

For now, I committed it to permanent memory.

'But this feels kinda familiar...'

Tap- tap- tap-

I drummed my fingers on my temple, pondering.

Where had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I felt this before?

Overreacting from excitement, then exposing even more info in the reaction──

"Ah, that's it."

Snap!

In my past life's internet galleries, there were always those folks who got "scratched" just right.

Stuff you could ignore, but once scratched, they'd spam hundreds of replies trying to win...

'The type that gets more scratched the more you scratch 'em.'

Complaining about the wrong areola size while revealing her own measurements? Lapis sis was exactly that type.

Honestly, with the right prodding, I could probably draw out even more.

'Hmm... But isn't being this naive just begging to get exploited by bad guys?'

I pondered for a moment.

From what I'd heard, Lapis sis had lived in the church since childhood.

Unworldly, never suspecting people, bad at hiding emotions.

Right now, it was me, so it stopped here... but

What if some real creep approached her, promising a huge church donation? Exploiting her innocence to fish for info, grab her weaknesses, and blackmail her!

'Haa... Can't be helped. Gotta scratch her myself first to toughen her up.'

For Lapis sis's sake, I tearfully resolved to play the villain.

...Why not just explain it? Painless lessons don't stick.

Experiencing it firsthand to build immunity was the long-term win for her.

'Alright, first things first...'

Nakadashi hadn't officially replied to any letters yet.

If I replied only to this one out of nowhere?

Even innocent Lapis sis would get suspicious if a guy started nitpicking her areola size in a reply.

'Wish I had the same gender for this.'

Just writing "I'm actually a woman~" in the letter wouldn't cut it.

I needed decisive "proof."

Something proving Nakadashi was a woman... while definitely provoking Lapis sis.

'Like... a nipple rubbing?'

Click-

I pressed the button on the desk, and mana flowed through the mansion's conduits.

A system piping voices to each room—basically, the mansion's internal broadcast.

"Ahem—this is a broadcast from the study. Topaz, come to the study immediately. Repeating: Topaz, come to the study immediately."

Click-

Not long after I released the button──

Step- step-

Familiar footsteps echoed from the hall.

Knock- knock-

"Come in."

Creeeak─

The door opened, and Topaz stood there with a sulky expression.

Clutching a rag, she'd probably been cleaning the kitchen.

"...Master Rian. What was with that weird tone just now?"

"No big deal. More importantly, Topaz, I need an urgent favor."

I dropped the playful act and looked her straight in the eye.

Squeeze-

Reading the mood, Topaz tensed slightly and asked,

"Haa... What is it?"

"Topaz, could you show me your breasts?"

"...."

I could see Topaz's expression evolve through three stages.

First: 'Did I mishear?' Denial. Next: 'Nope, heard right.' Acceptance. Finally: 'This jerk's at it again.' Resignation and rage.

Grind-

"...Master Rian, you're joking, right? You have to be. Who drags someone away from work to demand they flash their tits?!"

Topaz gripped her rag tight, grinding her teeth.

Just like that time I'd asked her to flash her panties in the middle of the street.

"Not a joke—it's seriously important and urgent. Think of it as saving a life and quickly bare those tits, then ink your nipples and areolae."

"...."

Topaz froze with her mouth half-open...

"No way!! Master Rian, are you insane?! Why the hell would you ink nipples and areolae?!"

"Need a rubbing."

"A rubbing?! A nipple rubbing?! Who even does nipple rubbings?! Why do you need a nipple rubbing?!"

"Too long to explain."

"Make it short!!"

"Sending it to a reader."

Thwack-

The moment she heard, Topaz hurled her rag at my face...

Whoosh-

I dodged easily.

"You're crazy!!! M-Master Rian!! You're sending my nipple rubbing to a reader?!"

"Don't worry. I'll label it 'Nakadashi's nipple rubbing' when I send it."

"What does that matter!!! It's still my nipples!! Haa...! Haa!!"

Breathing heavily, Topaz started glaring with actual killing intent.

'...No choice, huh.'

Without the full reason, she'd never agree, so I slowly opened my mouth.

"See... I'm pretending Nakadashi's a woman to reply. Like, 'I'm a woman too, and my smaller tits have areolae like this—yours being bigger is only natural.' Something like that."

"...."

"...."

"...."

After a brief silence, Topaz spoke.

"Master Rian."

"Yeah."

"Does Master Rian's brain."

"Yeah."

"Even have a shame center?"

"So you won't?"

"I won't!!!"

"...Fine?"

No helping it then.

I'm a man who respects boundaries.

No forcing someone who says no. Slide-

"...."

Instead, I silently reached for the drawer...

Whoosh- scramble! "Aaaah!! D-Don't take that out! Kyaaah!! Fine! I'll do it! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'll do it!!"

Topaz grabbed my wrist with both hands, yelling.

"Thanks for volunteering to help, Topaz."

"Wh-When did I volunteer! You blackmailer!! Whatever! Face that way!!"

Topaz pointed at the study wall, shouting.

"You've shown me plenty before—why now?"

"That's different from this!! Just face over there!"

"Got it. Got it."

Tap- tap- rustle-

I obediently turned to face the opposite wall. Behind me came the sound of maid uniform buttons unfastening and underwear being lifted.

"...Wh-where's the ink?"

"Desk, right drawer."

"Tch... Haa...! Hnnngh...!"

Rustle- squeeze-

"...Nngh!♥...Perv...♥"

The sound of something soft pressing into paper came with Topaz's little moan.

"...D-Done!"

"Thanks. Want me to wipe it off?"

"No!!!"

Whoosh-! Thud-!

Turning around, Topaz had already fixed her clothes and set the inked paper on the desk.

"And!! I have work, so don't call me unless it's really important!! I'll get mad...! Ngh! Seriously!!"

Thud thud thud-!

Face beet red, Topaz stomped out of the study.

Slide- "Alright then."

Once the footsteps faded, I picked up the paper from the desk.

Inspection showed Topaz's areolae sadly insufficient to cover two months' food for a family of four.

'Ahh, this warm, light sensation—.'Twitch-! Twitch-!

The feeling that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shook galleries in my past life revived at my fingertips.

"Time to start."

Flash-!

It was time to revert to troll genius Rian after ten long years.