The Lewd and Foul-Mouthed Nun, Reika #3
"Hngh! Hngh! Fuuuuck...!"
Perhaps it was the massive shock of having succumbed to the pain and revealed her name that caused Sister Reika to start sobbing. Her pride must have been wounded deeply. I understood.
"Please, don't cry so much. You're in so much pain, what else could you have done? You only spoke because you had no choice."
I spoke with a tone of gentle coaxing. If I continued to alternate between inflicting pain and offering comfort and reconciliation like this, she would eventually find the path of least resistance.
The path where it’s easier to just talk than to scream in agony.
"Shut up...!"
"Besides, I was the one who told you to speak, wasn't I? It's not your fault, Sister."
"Shut up, I said shut up!"
"Sister Reika. It seems you are in need of some etiquette training."
"Eek! Don't!"
When I raised my finger to threaten her, Sister Reika shrieked.
"You crazy rapist bastard! Do you enjoy torturing women that much? Getting all high and mighty just because I told you a name...!"
"No."
She kept calling me a rapist, though.
"You keep calling me a rapist, don't you think that's a bit much?"
"So you're saying you're not?"
I couldn't take it anymore.
—Squish.
I immediately grabbed Sister Reika’s right breast.
"Kyaa!"
What incredibly soft breasts. They were so supple and squishy that if I kept holding them like this, I felt like they might just melt away. Was the size similar to Sharan's? Or maybe Lumika's? But being human, the texture felt slightly different.
—Knead, knead.
I kneaded Sister Reika’s breast with that thought in mind.
"You disgusting bastard! Hngh!"
Her face flushed with shame. At the same time, she thrashed about, shaking her upper body. Watching Reika resist like this made my primal instincts surge.
—Press.
While kneading her breast, I gently pressed my finger against her nipple.
"You son of a bitch...! Touching my nipple like that...!"
Her reaction was intense, which was great.
Humiliating her to break her down sexually—that was one of the methods. Demon Domination generally works better on those who have been weakened. If I could break her spirit by corrupting her physically or mentally, there was a high chance I could claim her, even if she was human.
"Khuuugh! You despicable bastard! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?!"
"Isn't it you who should be ashamed right now, Sister?"
"Fuuuuck!"
As I toyed with Sister Reika’s breast, a sudden curiosity struck me. What would happen if I injected my mana directly into her nipple?
I immediately put it into action.
—Poke.
"Ah?"
Feeling something, the sister looked at me, and not even a second later, her face contorted.
"Y-you bastard... into my nipple... Kyaaaaaaaah! Aaaah! Aah! Kyaaaaaaah!"
—Rattle, rattle!
Whether it was because her right nipple was in agony, the sister thrashed about, tears streaming down her face. Her breasts swayed with her movements. Was it unfair to only do one side? So, I immediately injected mana into her left nipple as well.
"Kyaaaaaaaah! Stop! Stop it, pleeeease!"
"Sister. Let's do this the easy way."
"Fuck, fuuuuck...! Fuck!"
Watching Reika suffer, I reached out and grabbed both of her breasts. In that state, I kneaded them to my heart's content, satisfying my desires.
"Grrr!"
Like this.
As I tormented and molested Sister Reika, my chest felt like it was heaving. To be precise, the mana inside me was surging...!
I could feel it instinctively!
My mana was currently in a state of strengthening!
"Get your dirty hands off me! Khuuuugh!"
It really was just as I thought!
My mana grows stronger when I have sexual contact with women. This might be a trait of my race. The Duchess said she was a half-breed of Baphomet and a Succubus. If so, there was a high probability I inherited that power to some extent.
Thinking that, I gripped Sister Reika’s breasts even harder.
"Haa...! Haaaaa!"
Her nipples were already standing stiffly erect.
"Sister. Are you feeling it?"
"Shut up...! Who's feeling anything?!"
"But your nipples are standing up like this."
"Don't talk bullshit, you son of a bitch!"
"You're still being quite fierce. Very well. One more time."
"Wait...!"
"Wait?"
"..."
I looked at her face.
"Hngh...!"
The sister glared at me with a face full of hostility.
"Don't...!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"..."
"Well, fine."
Time for questions, then.
—Swoosh.
I immediately pulled my hands away from her breasts.
"Sister Reika. Which god do you believe in?"
"..."
I threw the first question at her. I maintained a relaxed attitude throughout. The night was long, and the sister was imprisoned by me. I had all the time in the world.
"If you don't answer, I'll do it again."
"...The Goddess of Light."
"The Goddess of Light?"
"..."
The sister nodded while glaring at me.
Good.
It seemed she was finally starting to think about cooperating.
"What kind of god is she? The Goddess of Light?"
"She is a being like a mother... who created all things... you son of a bitch."
"I don't think you need to add that last part."
Anyway, let's hear about the religion later. That wasn't the important thing right now.
"Well, you answered well. Thank you, Sister Reika."
"...Bullshit."
"Where did you come from, Sister?"
The sister closed her mouth again.
"..."
She was glaring at me and taking a slow, deep breath. So, I immediately raised my index finger.
At that moment.
"Th-the Goddess Convent!"
"Pardon?"
"I came from the Goddess Convent!"
She was in a very desperate hurry.
"Is there only one Goddess Convent in the world?"
"The Trima branch in the Pakel Barony...! That's where I came from!"
Pakel Barony? Trima?
Trima was a city. Was it affiliated with the Pakel Barony? I knew that much. If so, was Trima the closest human city?
"Where is Trima?"
"What?"
She looked puzzled.
"You... what the hell are you? Where did you come from that you don't even know that...?"
"Just answer the question."
"No way!"
This won't do.
—Grab.
I immediately grabbed Sister Reika’s breasts again.
"Haa!"
As I did, I gently pressed my finger against her already erect nipples as if I were leaving my fingerprints on them.
"D-don't! You son of a bitch! Stop it! Don't play with my nipples with those disgusting hands!"
"Answer."
"It's right in front! About five days away on foot!"
Five days, huh?
Five days from a human city?
Damn it.
This seems like I'm fucked, doesn't it? It's only that far away?
"Five days. So, Sister, have you been exploring the forest for five days?"
"Yes!"
I persistently asked about the direction and method of travel. To summarize, the area where my dungeon was located was about five days' march east from a city called Trima. If I hadn't known this, I would have been screwed.
It was closer than I imagined.
"Very well. Sister Reika. Next question. Why did you enter this forest?"
"I came to find the Baron's son! He went missing, so I came to find him for some extra pocket money!"
"Pocket money?"
Does being a nun not pay well?
"It was just... that... Hngh! I came in with some adventurers to earn some pocket money, but... fuck... some monster appeared, hngh!"
Sister Reika started to cry.
"Those bastards! They all just ran away! We could have won! Fuck! Fuuuuck! Why am I in this situation...!?"
She entered the forest for a trivial reason, but she met me.
It couldn't be helped. The sister seemed to have judged that she had to kill me when she saw me. Since I was an evil existence, she must have thought she had to fight. And I, naturally, was in a position where I couldn't let an intruder go alive.
It was just destined to end up like this.
I don't show mercy for circumstances.
"Sister. Don't cry."
"Don't comfort me, you disgusting rapist bastard! Hngh!"
"Well, even though we fought for bad reasons and ended up like this."
I said, brushing her bangs aside.
"Don't touch me!"
"If you answer what I ask well, I promise to treat you well. Of course, if you don't cooperate, you'll have no choice but to taste the pain."
Now, the outline is roughly taking shape.
It was worth capturing her.
"Do you understand?"
"..."
"Then, Sister. Next question. By any chance, how many clergy members like you are there at the convent where you stayed?"
Gauging the scale of the enemy.
"What?!"
The sister was startled.
Why?
"Are, are you telling me to sell out my colleagues?! I can never do that!"
"..."
Never, she says.
She’ll probably talk soon enough.
"Sister. Didn't I tell you? It'll be hard if you don't cooperate."
"Ha, haha! Go to hell! You rapist bastard!"
It was time to respond to her provocation.
—Swoosh.
I immediately stroked Sister Reika’s lower abdomen. It was so soft. White. Fine skin. It was a pleasure to touch.
"Grrr."
Like that.
I moved my hand further down.
"Hngh?!"
I touched Sister Reika’s pussy, which was tightly closed by her plump labia majora. I spread the labia with my fingers, exposed the clitoris buried inside, and rubbed it with my fingertips.
—Squish...
"Kyaa...! Ha, hahaha! Do as much of this disgusting stuff as you want! You're just a rapist who can't do anything unless you tie a woman up!"
"Quiet."
Meanwhile.
I have spent countless nights with two women, Sharan and Lumika, and have performed countless caresses. Cooking one woman like this is nothing.
—Squish, squish.
—Squish, squish.
—Squish, squish.
I displayed my technique and molested Sister Reika’s pussy.
Rubbing.
Pressing.
Touching gently.
And making her clitoris stand up.
"Khuuugh...! Khugh!"
—Thrash, thrash.
Sister Reika shook her lower body and turned her head from side to side. She was moving her body to try and endure the pleasure. Of course, it was useless to endure. This was my dungeon, and she was tied up.
I was going to make her reach a climax just like this.
—Squish, squish.
As I touched her like that.
Before I knew it, my hand was soaked with Sister Reika’s arousal fluid. It had started to come out.
"Sister. You are quite lewd. To feel pleasure in a situation like this."
"Sh, shut up...! Who felt pleasure?!"
Even while talking, I relentlessly molested her pussy.
—Squish, squish.
—Squish, squish.
—Squish, squish.
"Hngh...! Haaa! Aughhh...! Fuck, fuuuuck...!"
So she does feel it.
Sharan and Lumika couldn't feel anything at first. Could it be that she was already developed from masturbation or something?
"D, do it a hundred times! Do you think I'll surrender?!"
"Sister. You are too sensitive."
"Bullshit!"
"By any chance, do you masturbate? Even though you're a nun?"
"Wh, what?!"
I hit the bullseye.
"So that was it. I see."
"Don't talk bullshit!"
As she said that, very suddenly.
—Poke.
I injected my mana into Sister Reika’s erect clitoris.