Dormitory Infiltration (1)

After a strange stretch of skinship disguised as a class called Basic Self-Defense.

Class was over, and a faintly awkward silence drifted between Kim Isabel and me as we sat on a nearby bench.

"……."

"……."

We were on the same bench, sure — but parked at opposite ends of it, a strangely careful distance between us. I couldn't see her expression, but Isabel kept sneaking glances at me, turning her face this way and that like she had no idea what she was supposed to do next. So I, playing the part, deliberately acted shy and averted my eyes.

"S-so, Isabel."

"…Y-yes. S-Seonho."

"U-um… I'm sorry. I know it happened during training and all, but, well, I got a little too…"

"N-no, it's fine…. I-I was watching for chances too— ah, no, I mean, my hands were all over you anyway, s-so it's okay…."

Honestly, compared to everything we'd already done, today was downright tame. Kim Isabel had already laid her bare hands directly on my naked body, and had outright groped my cock on more than one occasion.

And I'd gotten my hands on her chest beneath that thick clerical habit of hers — even pushed her all the way to climax.

The only real difference was whether it happened during androphobia training or in the middle of everyday life.

Still, unlocking a little skinship here and there in daily life was exactly the right way to win her over, so I was the one who carefully spoke up first.

"Then… let's just think of it as normal, okay, Isabel?"

"…Sorry?"

"I mean, you and I already… we were touching each other all over during androphobia training anyway. And compared to last time, this wasn't even that blatant— I mean, it wasn't like we were touching directly, so…"

"Th-that's right! Compared to the training you and I were doing, it wasn't that strange at all…! A-and besides, it was self-defense training, so s-some physical contact during training is just… just unavoidable…!"

"Yeah, th-that's true. Of course, you're a girl, Isabel, so I figured you might be more sensitive about this sort of thing, but I'll be more careful going forward…"

"N-no, you don't have to be…! I-I don't think it really matters whether you're a man or not…. Th-the point is, you shouldn't feel pressured to touch me— no, I mean, I don't think you need to be so sensitive about a little hand contact in the first place…."

"…Right. Thank you for saying that, Isabel."

Translation: I had, for all practical purposes, just received permission to keep touching her in the next class as well.

No — maybe even in everyday life. Though of course, I'd need to keep Succubus Heart running the whole time.

Perhaps because I'd brought up the androphobia training to open the conversation, the word training quietly slipped out of her mouth on its own.

-Sliiide.

"O-oh, that reminds me, Seonho."

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"Yeah?"

"About… about the androphobia training you did with me last time…."

-Sliiide.

Kim Isabel was inching her hips along the edge of the bench, drawing closer to me bit by bit. I feigned complete obliviousness and answered breezily.

"Ah, that. It was a bit much, right? Next time, why don't I just have you come to my—"

"N-no! I-I didn't mean it like that."

"Hm?"

"It's just… b-because of the training you gave me back then, I feel like I've come to understand men a little better somehow…. S-so…"

"……."

"I-I was wondering if, n-next time, you could do it the s-same way again…."

…To be fair, I had every intention of continuing our training with Kim Isabel today anyway.

Still, I hadn't expected her to start spouting dirty talk quite this fast.

'Is she just born without brakes, so she falls the moment she starts sliding?'

They say a late-learning thief doesn't notice the sun coming up. Maybe that's exactly how hard the instinctive desire she'd been suppressing all this time was now surging to the surface.

For all I knew, the orgasm she'd felt that day under my hands might have been the first of her entire life. Honestly, judging by her appearance alone, she doesn't seem like the type to masturbate at all.

Separate from how lewd her body is, her outward appearance radiates pure, unblemished saint.

"Okay, sure. If you're fine with it, Isabel, I'll do it again next time. That… as training to get you accustomed to a man's hands."

"P-please take care of me, Seonho."

"Actually, I was about to ask when we could do the next session. Once the semester starts, it'll be hard to find time. And training needs, uh… a little private space, too."

"Th-that's true. Androphobia training is the kind of training that has to be done in a private space. Ahaha…."

"You can't leave campus on weekdays, and you're busy with church duties on weekends. If we could just get off campus on a weekday, we could do it at my place like last time."

I casually let it slip that circumstances made training difficult — subtly letting her know that the moment circumstances allowed, I'd be ready to start any time.

Offering a location myself was one option, of course. The academy had plenty of spots where no one ever came and two people could stay alone together.

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The secret ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠library where I'd had my tryst with Cha Eunju was one; if I put my mind to it, whisking Kim Isabel off somewhere else for training wasn't impossible either.

'But the best option was never going to be mine to offer.'

All I had to do was wait for the answer to come out of Kim Isabel's own mouth.

Her proposing it first made the whole thing feel infinitely more natural than me suggesting it ever could.

"U-um, Seonho…!"

"Yeah?"

"D-do you have any lectures this afternoon?! O-or are you free, o-or do you have some other schedule…."

"…Relax, Isabel. I have no classes this afternoon and no other plans."

"Th-then…!"

"……."

"W-would you… would you like to continue the androphobia training from last time, t-today…?"

There it is. That's exactly how it's supposed to go.

It had been nearly ten days since our last date, after all. About time she started itching to feel that sensation again.

And once today passed, who knew when the next chance would come — she had to be feeling anxious. The only window in her whole week to talk with me alone like this was right after Basic Self-Defense ended.

"I'd love to do it today too, if circumstances allowed, but I'd need a decent spot…"

"Th-there is one…!"

"Hm?"

"I-I have a place! It's a private space, but it's somewhere no one will see us, and we can train there."

"…Seriously?"

"Yes! S-so if you're okay with it, Seonho, c-could we continue last time's training starting right now?"

"If the place works out, I don't see why not…."

At this point in time, there was really only one private space Kim Isabel could be dragging me to.

What… what am I supposed to do?

Yes, I brought Seonho here for 'training,' but isn't this just a little bit wrong of me?

Bringing a man into the Recovery Department dormitory — a place strictly off-limits to males — feels like it could be… dangerous….

'But, for the training, there's simply no other way….'

I can't leave the academy on weekdays, and on weekends the church keeps me so busy I have no time at all.

Even the holidays are mostly reserved for special worship services, and in the end, just like Seonho said, I have to arrange a private space somewhere inside the academy.

And my going to Seonho's dormitory instead would be even harder. He seems to share his room with a man called Do Yoon-sung, and no matter how good a friend of his he may be, letting him witness my training with Seonho would be… a little embarrassing….

…Which is why bringing him to my own single-occupancy room in the Recovery Department dormitory is the most reasonable choice, really.

Uuu, what do I do? Should I tell him now that I've changed my mind? Or just pretend not to notice and lead Seonho along as planned?

"Hey, Isabel. You're sure this is okay?"

"……Yes. I-it's fine. With my magic, you'll be able to enter without being seen, Seonho."

"That's not what I mean. I'm asking whether it's okay for me, a man, to walk into the Recovery Department dormitory. What if you end up getting disciplined over this?"

"…I-it's fine. The men-only rule exists to prevent improper relations between the sexes. And S-Seonho, who is here purely and only for training, will be absolutely fine…."

…Honestly, I know full well that even Seonho can't be an exception to that rule.

But right now, I have to act confidently. If I hesitate for no reason, it might only make Seonho more anxious.

Times like these are exactly when I need to look the most sure of myself. Like someone with nothing to hide and nothing weighing on her conscience.

…And besides, I truly haven't committed a single sin. I am only going to train — to overcome my androphobia, nothing more.

'…The Goddess will surely understand.'

It's Seonho, of all people. The one man in this entire world I can trust more than anyone else.

He's the man even I — once crippled by androphobia — could come to trust. Surely the Goddess will acknowledge that too.

"S-Seonho. From this moment, I will cast 'Shadow of Holy Light' on you, so once the spell takes hold, please do not speak, and please do not stray from my side. Is that all right?"

"…Yeah, got it."

After this, there really is no turning back.

I'm sorry that Seonho got dragged into this by my own selfish greed — but there's simply nothing else to be done.

If today slips by, who knows when the next training could be.

I truly cannot wait until summer vacation. Being told to wait for Seonho's hands all that way would be far, far too cruel….

'N-no, that's not it. This is purely about becoming accustomed to men, that's all.'

Seonho himself said frequent training is the best way to get used to a man's presence.

It's absolutely necessary, if only to fix this terrible disposition of mine as quickly as possible.

So this is not a bad thing. It is simply the process of training — so that I may carry the Goddess's teachings forward, straight and true.

"…Beneath God's protection, I shall become the Shadow of Holy Light."

The cluster of light that bloomed at my fingertips wrapped itself around Seonho — and then his figure vanished, as if he'd turned completely invisible.

But his familiar warmth still lingered in my hand, which could only mean my spell had taken hold properly.

And that meant… my holy power had worked exactly as it should….

'So the Goddess doesn't consider this a sin either… right?'

Honestly, I know. I know perfectly well that whether a trivial little spell like this fires or fizzles has very ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠little to do with the Goddess's will.

But at the very least, it didn't fail to activate. Which means there's no longer even the possibility of it counting as an outright sin.

"Seonho, you're here, right?"

"……."

"Ah, right. You're not supposed to answer. Then from here, take my hand and—"

A-ah, no.

If I walk along holding his hand, it'll look exactly like I'm shaking hands with empty air.

Moving like that could get me caught by the others, so this time, out of sheer necessity…

"H-holding hands might look a little strange, so… i-instead, could you put your arms around my waist from behind and match my steps as we walk, Seonho?"

"……."

-Squeeze.

"Nnh…. Th-then, let's move…. P-please follow slowly…."

This is, it's just unavoidable physical contact. That's all.

To enter the dormitory together with Seonho, this is simply how we have to move.

…And compared to the physical contact that happens during training, it's really not bold at all.