Blocking NTR Before It Starts - 2
As Isolde had said, Ian was terribly ugly.
So ugly, in fact, that wherever he went, people would laugh and call him a freak.
It wasn’t as if the Ugly trait had been added for no reason.
Shit.
I hadn’t cared much when I was playing the game, but now that I had to live with this face for the rest of my life, I couldn’t shake the sour taste in my mouth.
And when Adelia saw the look on my face, she immediately snapped at Isolde.
“Y-you! What are you saying?! Apologize at once!”
“Why? I’m only telling the truth.”
The way she answered her mother so sharply told me everything I needed to know about Isolde’s character.
“Ahem! Isolde, a man should be judged by his abilities, not his face.”
The village chief, standing nearby, also tried to placate her while watching my reaction.
It seemed even he hadn’t expected Isolde to react like this.
He never imagined the eldest daughter would act so childish when the whole household was already on the verge of collapse.
I stepped back and surveyed the room.
Then I spotted a bed hidden behind the curtains.
There it is?
I headed straight for it, and there I found a girl lying quietly within.
She’s worse than she looked in the game.
From a distance, her blue hair—so vivid it called to mind the sea—might have looked breathtaking, but up close, there was no question: she was a girl ravaged by illness.
The bandages wrapped around her body were smeared with blood and pus, and the smell was so foul I had to fight to keep my expression under control.
She must not have been eating properly, because her body was terribly thin, and the disease had left her skin dry and dull.
Compared to her beautiful older sister, the contrast was devastating.
“H-hello.”
She looked at me and greeted me in a trembling voice.
“I’m Isabel, Isolde’s younger sister.”
“Hello. I’m Ian.”
Unlike her appearance, Isabel’s voice was truly lovely.
If this had been the modern world, she could have made a fortune with that voice alone.
“I-Ian, just a moment.”
Startled by my sudden movement, Adelia hurried over to me.
“Isabel is a frail child, so I’ll introduce her properly later.”
“My apologies. I was rude.”
There was a hint of panic on Adelia’s face.
She was probably worried I might cancel the marriage with Isolde because of Isabel.
“Well? She’s quite the beauty, isn’t she?”
Seeing the situation, the village chief pulled me outside and immediately brought up the matter of marriage.
He seemed eager to secure my agreement as quickly as possible.
But I didn’t answer right away.
“Yes, she’s certainly beautiful.”
“Then will you marry her?”
“No.”
“What?”
“Judging by how she treats her own mother, her character doesn’t look promising. She clearly wouldn’t even spare her husband a glance. With that in mind, I’d be hesitant to marry her on impulse. What man would take as a wife a woman who looks down on her own husband?”
“....”
Having wrapped my point in polite language, I watched the village chief’s face sour as if he’d bitten into something rotten.
Still, he didn’t argue.
After all, everyone in the village already knew Isolde was impossible to deal with.
“If it isn’t Isolde, then it’ll be hard to arrange a marriage.”
“Is that so?”
“It is. There aren’t any girls who want to marry an outsider, after all.”
The village chief changed tactics.
He gaslit me as if I’d never be able to marry at all unless it was Isolde.
Classic scammer technique.
I didn’t fall for his sweet words and instead forced him to back off at a reasonable pace.
“Please give me some time to think. There are too many things to consider to decide right away.”
“Very well. But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t drag this out for too long. There are many village men who want to marry Isolde.”
“I understand.”
I laughed to myself at his words.
I knew there were plenty of men who wanted to have their way with Isolde, but no men who actually wanted to marry her.
No wonder she’s the village’s shared piece of trash.
The end awaiting Isolde, who would abandon her husband, was a miserable one.
If she didn’t marry me, that ending probably wouldn’t change.
Well, that’s not what I should be worrying about right now.
I asked the chief for directions.
“Where is the church?”
“Do you have a reason to visit the church?”
“I’d like to pray to the goddess for a good path ahead.”
“I didn’t realize you were that devout... The church is on the western edge of the village. It isn’t far from here, so you should see it quickly enough.”
“Thank you.”
I headed in the direction he’d pointed out and found the church in no time.
. . .
The dominant religion in this world was the Sun Cult, which worshiped the Sun Goddess Helia as the one true goddess, and its influence on the setting was enormous.
Still, I doubt I need to worry about that in a backwater village like this.
The church on the outskirts of the village was impressively large, since the Sun Cult had covered the construction costs.
Because of that, it felt almost as though this place had been cut off from the countryside around it.
It’s hard to think of this as part of Entiel Village.
I knocked on the massive iron door to announce my visit.
Knock, knock.
“Who is it?”
A woman’s voice came through the peephole.
“Just a passing lamb. I came to seek the goddess’s answer to a problem I carry.”
“You’ve come to pray, then. Have you prepared your offering?”
To pray to the goddess, one had to make a donation.
True to the medieval age, the clergy was obsessed with money.
“Here.”
I placed a few silver coins into the offering box, and soon after, I heard the sound of the door opening.
But it didn’t open immediately.
Apparently, the door had been designed to stay secure even in emergencies, so it wasn’t the sort that opened easily.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Senior Sister Reyna.”
The sight that greeted me once the door finally opened nearly made me gasp.
So this is where I meet her.
Radiant golden hair and clear blue eyes.
A body that, even hidden beneath the nun’s habit, still stirred a man’s base desires.
If Isolde was a flower blooming atop a cliff, then the woman before me possessed a sacred kind of beauty.
The problem is that her sacredness is the kind that’s more sensual than holy.
Reyna.
She was one of the saintess candidates, and like Ian, she was also the protagonist of The Lewd Nun’s Circumstances.
“Brother? Is there something on my face?”
“My apologies. I was momentarily stunned by your beauty, Sister.”
“Heehee. Do be careful. The teachings of the Sun Cult place great importance on purity.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
At my answer, Reyna’s eyes curved into a smile.
Did she know that every little gesture she made only fed a man’s darkest impulses?
Of course she did. She came from a brothel, after all.
Every heroine in a game made by H was either shameless or openly lustful.
Naturally, Reyna—the heroine among them—was no exception. She was the sort of woman who very much liked men, indeed.
“Brother, this is your first time at the church, isn’t it? I’ll show you around.”
“Thank you.”
I followed Reyna’s swaying backside down the corridor to the prayer room.
It gave me a lovely view of her generous hips all the way there.
“This is the prayer room.”
Inside, there was only a single statue of the goddess Helia, standing alone as though everything except prayer had been deliberately stripped away.
“I hope the goddess answers your prayer.”
Reyna said that and left.
Alone in the prayer room, I walked toward the statue.
The structure really isn’t all that different from the game.
I reached out toward Helia’s statue.
Then, as if caressing it, I began to toy with the statue’s breasts and sex.
If the nuns saw this, they’d be in an uproar.
Sexually harassing a goddess’s statue.
In a normal fantasy world, it would have been an act deserving Helia’s judgment, but this was a fantasy world inside an adult game.
Helia wouldn’t be angry. On the contrary, she’d probably be delighted.
Drip.
After I’d spent a long while fondling the statue, something like a golden dew gathered between its legs and fell free.
Helia’s Vaginal Fluids
- A liquid infused with the blessing of the Sun Goddess Helia.
The reason I’d paid expensive silver coins to come to the church was exactly this.
There was no hidden piece worth getting right away more than this one.
It was originally a hidden piece meant for Reyna, but I doubt there’s any problem if I take it instead.
I carefully put Helia’s Vaginal Fluids into my mouth.
Strangely enough, it tasted sour, like lemon.
Helia’s blessing has taken root.
I had successfully received Helia’s blessing.
So the effect of Helia’s blessing is...
During the daytime, vitality stat efficiency doubles.
It sounded good, but the effect was oddly specific.
After all, Ian’s vitality stat was only 5.
Even doubling that wouldn’t amount to much.
But the true value of the blessing lay elsewhere.
The real performance is in unlocking other classes.
As expected in a fantasy world based on an adult game, classes here granted special powers, and a person could only possess a single class for their entire life.
Occasionally, dual classes could be unlocked, but the ability to open unrelated classes like Hunter and Swordsman belonged only to heroes blessed by the goddess.
And now, by consuming Helia’s Vaginal Fluids, I too had received the goddess’s blessing.
In other words, I could now possess multiple classes, just like a hero.
My first step: swordsman.
I swung the rusted iron sword several times.
If I did this in the prayer room, the nuns would probably scold me, but fortunately there was no nun watching over the place.
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