The Nun in Heat for Me - 2
"Sister, there's a root sticking up here. Watch your step."
"Thank you, Brother."
Reina had climbed the mountain with Ian to investigate the Angel's Shelter.
"Shall I take your hand?"
"Please."
Ian took her hand so she wouldn't fall. His gentle consideration drew a shy smile from her.
"Isn't it inconvenient, climbing in a nun's habit?"
"Heh. It's more practical than it looks."
Reina tightened her grip on Ian's hand — the hold of a woman who had no intention of letting him go.
This is Brother Ian's hand… rougher than I expected.
A man's hand, nothing like her own soft ones, stirred her desire. What would it feel like if those rough hands touched her? The mere thought made her body heat.
Nngh♥ I want to suck Brother's cock again.
Alone with Ian, Reina went into heat on her own — a kind of conditioned reflex. All those days in the confessional, swallowing his cock under the pretense of absolving his sins, had primed her lust.
"Sister? Are you all right?"
"Ah—no, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
When Ian asked with genuine concern, Reina hastily shook her head.
"If it's too much, you don't have to push yourself. We can always come back another day."
"I'm really fine. I just got a little dizzy, that's all…"
His worry sparked a brilliant idea.
"Th-then… would it be all right if I leaned on you for a moment?"
"Of course. Lean on me whenever you need to."
"Then, if you'll forgive the liberty…"
The instant she heard his answer, Reina climbed onto his back. Soft flesh pressed against him — her full breasts squashing against his shoulders.
Heh. Even Brother won't be able to hold out like this.
Reina knew exactly how he looked at her. She had been right there in the confessional every time he poured out his sexual hunger toward her.
Show me your desire the way you did in the confessional.
Alone together. A woman offering unguarded physical contact. Every condition to inflame a man's lust was met, and Reina was certain her temptation had already put him in heat.
Instead, Ian answered with perfect calm.
"You're as light as Isabel, Sister."
"Pardon?"
"I should be able to carry you all the way to the lake without any trouble."
"…"
His words soured her mood — partly because her plan had failed to land, and partly because he had brought up another woman. Annoyed, Reina pressed her breasts harder against his back, making sure he felt them.
Ian still answered without a ripple.
"Is the position uncomfortable?"
"Ah—no."
"If it is, just say so anytime."
His complete lack of interest hit her like a blow.
C-could it be…?
Only a short while ago Ian had still carried the unmistakable air of a virgin — polished and dignified in public, yet flustered in that uniquely inexperienced way around women. Not today. The same man who, mere days earlier, had been at a loss over her breasts now didn't so much as twitch at them.
Reina understood why his reaction had changed. It was because of his wife, Isabel.
Ugh… so I'm not even on his mind anymore?
She knew perfectly well that Isabel, fully restored at the Angel's Shelter, had a beauty that could be called goddess-like without exaggeration. But Reina was not about to give up. She had something Isabel did not — the sensual craft she had watched and learned in a brothel as a child. With that, she vowed, she would seduce Ian today.
"Brother, could we rest a little before we go on?"
"Shall we?"
The entire way to the lake, Reina tried every trick she had to tempt me — flashing a nipple as if by accident, walking ahead so her ripe ass swayed right in front of my eyes.
"Your arms are so thick, Brother."
"The result of training for my livelihood."
"Heh. A man who works hard for his family is so attractive. Would you mind if I touched them just a little?"
Now she was pressing her breasts openly against my arm.
Has she completely forgotten she's a nun?
Whether she had decided to seduce a married man in earnest or not, Reina was throwing everything she had into tempting me. I almost wondered what had become of the Saint candidate.
Well… in a way, this is exactly like Reina.
A whore luring men past a brothel door. A woman driven mad by lust. That was her true nature. She was a woman who couldn't live without a man.
If I took her right now, she'd spread her legs on her own.
To her, I must have been an irresistible man. The cock the Giant Weed had enlarged, the stamina and vitality high enough to match her bottomless appetite — I was probably the only one who could satisfy her.
The reason I wasn't fucking her on the spot was her nature itself.
Once she gets a taste of good cock, she'll spread her legs for any man who comes along.
If I had intended to share her, I never would have targeted her in the first place. Reina had to be mine alone. So before she could cast her eyes elsewhere, I needed to train her first.
"Sister, we've arrived. This is the lake I told you about."
"Ugh!!"
The moment we reached the lake, Reina's face twisted with frustration. She had tried every method of seduction on the way up, and none of them had worked.
Just hold on a little longer. I'll fuck you soon enough.
I led her down to the water. Reina studied the lake for a moment, then started in surprise.
"There's still divine power left in the water."
"Does that make it holy water, then?"
"Yes. It doesn't have enough power left to heal someone like Isabel, but it will be a great help when performing other miracles."
Welcome news. If the entire lake was holy water, I could make cheap use of Helia's miracles. Their applications were endless. True to an adult game, they covered contraception and even ovulation induction. There were other miracles that simply made daily life more comfortable, but the most popular among the Church of the Sun God was the beauty effect.
No wonder Helia's other title is the Goddess of Beauty.
That was why so many nuns of the Church of the Sun God were beautiful. And a woman's desire to become more beautiful had always been a powerful force, in every age.
The problem was how to haul the water from here back to the church. The distance alone was considerable, and dodging monsters on the way was no small matter either.
I'll worry about that after I meet the dwarf girl.
I asked Reina as she filled a waterskin with the lake's holy water.
"Shall we head back now?"
"Well…"
She hemmed and hawed at the question. Judging by her reaction, she still didn't want to leave. So I struck first.
"If you're tired, why don't we rest in that cabin over there?"
"Th-that sounds good! I was just starting to feel tired myself."
The moment we stepped into the cabin together, Reina's expression changed completely.
What now?
The atmosphere shifted into something like a woman who had just walked in on an affair. She glared at me, locked eyes with mine, and asked,
"Brother. Did you spend a night in this cabin?"
"It was too dangerous to come down the mountain late at night, so yes — we spent one night here."
"Just checking… did you sleep with Isabel here?"
"What?"
How the hell did she know that?
When a place isn't well ventilated, smells don't fade easily. The scent of a man and woman coupling, especially, doesn't vanish in a day or two.
They did it on this bed. The smell is still thick.
Sweat. A woman's juices. And last of all, the smell of semen. Of those, Reina was certain the semen belonged to Ian. She had tasted his cum enough times that the scent was burned into her mind.
This is so irritating.
For the first time in a long while, real anger rose in her. The man she was interested in had brought her to the very cabin where he had slept with his wife. At first it felt like he was rubbing salt in the wound; now it felt like betrayal.
Brother… you said you liked me. Do you not need me anymore?
Those feelings had taken root because of the confession Ian had made in the confessional. It had been the first confession of its kind she had ever received, and the sight of him tormented because of her had made her fall for him. And now he was treating her as if she no longer mattered. From Reina's point of view, it was enough to make anyone furious.
"I can't take it anymore."
Rage climbing to the top of her head, Reina moved at once. She seized the startled Ian, shoved him down onto the bed, and straddled him.
"S-Sister? What are you—"
"Brother. Today I'm going to confess my sins to you."
"What?"
"Bulgae."
Reina laid bare the secret she had hidden behind the anonymity of the confessional.
"I'm the nun who swallowed Brother's sins."