Priest Sister Relieves Yune's Stiff 'Spot'
Priest Sister Relieves Yune's Stiff 'Spot'
After refusing the sister's holy water and thoroughly explaining how divine power intoxicates me.
"I've never heard of such a constitution before."
"I only heard about it yesterday myself. Though honestly, no wonder I felt so good drinking it..."
At first, the sister reacted with disbelief.
But soon enough, her attention shifted to a different part of what I'd said.
"Then, young master, am I to understand that dodging my hand earlier was purely because of the Divine Power?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying! I was genuinely startled."
"Hehe... I'm sorry. To make amends, would it be all right if I healed your back pain? Without using Divine Power, that is."
Right after, the sister offered to cure my back pain.
I tilted my head, wondering what a priest could mean by healing a sore back without Divine Power.
"...How?"
"There are ways. Would you come this way for a moment?"
Smiling enigmatically, she assured me there was a method and guided me to the inner part of the infirmary, beyond a curtain.
A bed obscured from outside view by the curtain.
My expression clouded, wondering if she wanted me to take a quick nap, and then—
"Now, would you lie down here? And take that off."
"...Pardon?"
Straight away, with her trademark narrowed eyes, the sister told me to undress.
...All of a sudden?
* * * * * *
Former Temple Head, current health teacher at the Imperial Academy. Josef Marie.
She removed the cloth wrapped around her body and reached out to Yune, who was lying on the bed.
"H-heek!?"
Yune flinched sharply the moment her hand touched him.
His soft, delicate yelp spread faintly through the infirmary.
"Relax. If you count the stains on the ceiling, it'll be over quickly."
"Th-that's easy for you to say... Hnngg!?"
After that, every time her hands moved, Yune couldn't help but twitch.
Watching Yune react so hypersensitively, clearly unaccustomed to this sort of stimulation, she recalled the first time they met.
'...Really, it's like he hasn't grown a bit since then, has he? His voice hasn't changed either.'
Several years ago. The day of the Founding Festival.
The Northern Grand Duchess Erengard had practically kidnapped her from the temple while she was in the middle of prayer.
At first, she had been utterly terrified and beside herself. But the moment she spotted a possessed body radiating Demonic Energy from a black mage, she promptly regained her senses and fulfilled her duty as Temple Head.
Afterward, thanks to the Holy Magic she wielded, the black mage's soul was ultimately captured.
Erengard promised to double the temple's donations in reward, and she had been brimming with high hopes.
Hopes that a feat like this might earn her a posting not at the imperial branch, but at the headquarters of the Holy Empire.
By a twist of fate, however, the seal she had placed was shattered without resistance while the possessed body was being transported to the Grand Temple.
The seal broke because the black mage exploited a moment when she was asleep to seduce the lower-ranking priests standing watch over her.
Even though the body was possessed by a black mage's soul, that body still belonged to a proper noble son.
When that highborn noble son stripped off his clothes and made crude advances, the lower-ranking priests collectively thought, "What's the worst that could happen?" and fell for it completely, undoing the seal.
Naturally, the black mage used the broken seal as an opening to quickly release the possession and flee, soul and all.
Once the possession lifted and the noble son Bruel came back to his senses, he saw priestesses approaching his half-naked form and screamed his head off...
That escape farce ended when the Temple Head, jolted awake by the sound, came running.
Once the temple learned of the black mage's escape, utter chaos erupted.
It was the first black mage to appear in hundreds of years—a heinous one who had tried to assault two children of the empire's great noble families—and they had let her slip away through their own absurd carelessness.
With both justification and the balance of power squarely on the empire's side, the temple racked its collective brain before deploying a drastic measure: the seduced priests were given the ultimate punishment, and the Temple Head herself was stripped of her position for failing to properly manage her subordinates, demoted to a mere common priest.
Thus, the dream of the former Chief Priest Josef Marie—"be appointed to the Grand Temple headquarters of the Holy Empire, rise high, and reform the corrupt temple"—was shattered.
No, she thought it had been shattered.
Until a few years later, while she was packing her belongings after being suddenly included in a mass dispatch of priests to the academy, and Erengard made contact with her.
-I will arrange a health teacher position for you. Support my son Yune, who will soon enroll, with everything you have. If you do, I will put in a word with the Church of the Chief Goddess for your reinstatement.
-Please, leave it to me! I swear upon the cross in my heart that not a single scratch shall ever mar Young Master Yunes!
Erengard promised that if she spent her time at the academy supporting Yune, she would help her be reinstated as Temple Head.
The moment she heard that, she swelled with hope once more. The dream she had abandoned during her years as a lowly common priest—to someday rise to a high position and bring good to many people—reappeared before her eyes.
Having recalled everything from the past up to how she became the health teacher at the Imperial Academy, she renewed her resolve. The surest, fastest way to regain her old post was to look after Yune well. With that thought fixed firmly in her mind, she moved her hands again.
-Knead.
"Hnngg... i-it hurtsss...."
Maybe it was because she was doing something she hadn't done for decades—not since she awakened her Divine Power. Her touch was a little clumsy.
Yune's face crumpled as he looked up at her and whimpered that it hurt.
That sweet, nasal tone nearly made her heart waver for a moment, but...
-Crack.
"Just hold on a little longer. You'll feel good soon."
-Slip. Squeeeze.
Having been momentarily swayed by Yune, who was much younger than herself, she bit down hard on her lower lip as if in penance to shake off the worldly thoughts and resumed moving her hands.
"Hnn, hngg... haaah♡"
With each added pass of her hands exploring Yune here and there, she regained her old knack.
Perhaps because the pain gradually turned to pleasure under her increasingly skilled touch, Yune soon began letting out sweet moans, his body twitching at irregular intervals.
"Gnnnhh♡ Heek♡"
'Merciful Chief Goddess, lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil....'
She desperately repeated the Lord's Prayer, trying not to let this situation—a noble son moaning beneath her hands—drag her thoughts anywhere inappropriate.
And so she kept moving her hands until Yune's very stiff part had loosened up and gone soft.
...Of course, the stiff part was his back muscles. And all she did was loosen them with a massage.
"All done, Young Master Yunes."
"...Already over? That's a bit of a shame. Hehe."
Yune had been lying on his stomach with his cloak off, thoroughly enjoying her back rub.
When he glanced back and said, "It's over already?" her pride inexplicably stung for a moment, and she almost bristled. She swallowed it down and shook her head instead. Her instincts warned her that continuing further would be dangerous somehow.
"Doing too much can actually be bad. More importantly, how is your back? Has it loosened up enough?"
"Hold on... Yeah. It's so much better! Sister, you're amazing!"
"I'm glad you're feeling better. I was worried since it's been a long time, but it seems my body still remembers."
Yune got off the bed, twisted his waist a few times, and was so impressed by the completely vanished pain that he praised her outright.
Watching Yune call her "sister" despite being at least twenty years younger, she felt an irresistible fondness and clasped her hands near her chest.
'If I hadn't walked the path of faith, I'd have a child about that age by now. How envious I am of Her Grace, having a son like him.'
"Please come find me whenever you feel unwell in the future. Though I can't treat you using Divine Power, I can manage most other treatments quite well even without it."
"Yes! Sister Marie!"
"S-Sister Marie...?"
"Ah... Did you dislike me calling you that? It felt a bit odd to just say 'sister,' so that's what I went with."
"N-no, not at all. Please, call me whatever feels most comfortable, young master."
"Yes! I'll be in your care from now on! Sister Marie!"
* * * * * *
After receiving the massage from Sister Marie.
She fidgeted for some reason before asking me to put in a good word with my mother. I gave her a firm yes, then stepped out of the infirmary with a much lighter body.
"...Young master, I'm sorry. About yesterday, and because of me."
"It's fine. People make mistakes; what's the big deal? And I told you, yesterday wasn't your fault."
"Still..."
The moment I left the infirmary, Chloe apologized to me again.
I waved my hands dismissively and told her it was nothing. A mark of a manly man. No hard feelings.
But the reassurance didn't seem to land. Chloe's ears remained drooped, showing no signs of perking up.
'No helping it, then.'
"If you're truly sorry, will you help me out with something?"
"...Yes! Anything!"
Feeling a bit sorry for her, I mentioned needing a quick favor. Chloe nodded furiously without even hearing what it was. Honestly, what if I asked for something crazy?
"Actually, there's something I need to apologize to Kir about."
"To Lady Kir? Did something happen?"
"I told you I fell earlier, right? Kir fell down with me then, too. I couldn't even apologize properly because the lecture was starting, and she seemed pretty upset. But if I only apologize with words, it'll look insincere, won't it?"
"I don't think she'd see it that way...?"
"No. The closer you are with someone, the more you need to handle these things properly. So I'm trying to prepare a gift for Kir, and I think I'll need your help. You'll help me, right?"
"...I don't know what it is yet, but of course, young master."
The fact that I asked for her help must have pleased her a fair bit, because Chloe's drooping ears slowly began to rise back to their normal place.
'Honestly, Chloe's such an open book. Though that's part of why she's great.'
"Then I'll ask you right away."
"Yes!"
Seeing Chloe start to perk back up made me rather pleased myself.
Straight away, I spread both arms wide toward her.
"Then first, give me a hug!"
"...Pardon?"