That Thing Shows Up Here Again
I woke up sandwiched between Hanbyeol and Laila just like yesterday, only for something to start kneading my thigh. It must be Laila, I thought, letting it slide. But then a soft sensation crept higher, pinching my breast. I jolted awake to find my tail thwacking against my chest.
The sun was up. Winters here must shorten the days too—maybe it was around seven, judging by the freshly risen light. It felt disorienting to wake this early after so long; my stamina had always been drained when I slept, so I'd open my eyes to the sun high in the sky. Waking now would make me a productive person, right? But the chilly air nipping at my skin where the blanket didn't cover made me shrink back. I didn't want to leave this warm cocoon with two beauties pressed against me from front and back.
Then I remembered my promise to Laila yesterday: head to the communal bath by eight for the prayer session. A normal woman fussing over makeup and outfits might already be late, but this fantasy world made it easy. My fully customized face needed no makeup, a single Purify handled washing, and I only had one priestess robe anyway. So I lingered a bit longer. If I'm really late, Iris might come wake me... It was the kind of irresponsible thought I'd never dare in reality, but I synced my breaths to Hanbyeol's soft rhythm. The blanket brushing my chest felt so good. Just as my mind started drifting, my tail bucked once, smacking my belly. It wasn't a heavy punch, but the shock was enough to snap me awake. I folded at the waist with a start, barely stifling a scream so I wouldn't wake the others.
But my sudden movement was enough for Hanbyeol, lying right beside me, to stir.
"Nngh... Unni...?"
"S-sorry. My tail hit me out of nowhere... Did I wake you? Go back to sleep."
"Hehe, I wanna sleep more... Oh, wait—don't you have that thing today, Unni?"
She remembered my offhand mention at dinner last night and slyly wrapped her arm around my waist, pressing closer. Her fresh, sweet scent wafted faintly, making me blush.
"Yeah... Guess I should get ready to head out."
"The prayer session—can I come too?"
"Huh?"
Her sudden question threw me. I had no idea what state I'd end up in, and I didn't want her seeing me like that.
"Well... You're not clergy, so probably not? It's in the bath, but they said it's just priestesses and nuns."
"Hmm. Yeah, makes sense. Even without guys around, it'd make me uneasy. You charm women too, Unni."
"Hey, when have I ever?"
"You think I didn't see her hand on your ass under the blanket?"
"Must've been sleep-talking... Don't worry, just rest. It'll be fine—I'm going with Iris."
"Mmm, okay. You eating breakfast before you go?"
"Let's have brunch when I get back."
"Sounds good. I'll sleep a bit more."
Saying that, she propped her elbow and brought her face close to mine—so close I held my breath as her exhale brushed me. What's gotten into her? My heart pounded. Her eyes crinkled cutely in a pout; she was always pretty, so why was my chest fluttering now? As I flustered, she slowly lowered her forehead to my lips.
"What? I thought you'd at least do this much, but now I just wanna bow and grovel."
"Ahaha... Got it. Morning kiss, right?"
I shouldn't have felt my heart skip. Guilt pricked me for nearly swaying over a girl not even of age yet. I laughed awkwardly and pulled back—forgetting Laila was sleeping plastered to my back. She tumbled right off the bed.
"Nyaaack!"
"Ah, sorry! I forgot you were there... You okay?"
"Oww, my head... Eve, if you'd seen my true form, my horns would've snapped off!"
She'd landed headfirst and was rubbing her temple as she sat up. A succubus, yet not that sturdy? Feeling guilty since it was my fault, I apologized again.
"...Sorry. I need to head to the prayer session soon. Can you get up?"
"I know. I heard you yesterday and just now."
"...You were awake? Then why didn't you say anything...?"
"How could I butt in while you two were flirting? You don't intrude on lovers' business."
"Lovers? We're just sisters..."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll dress you. Mage lady's sleeping more, right?"
"Yeah. You don't have to dress me though."
Hanbyeol snapped her fingers. My naked body was suddenly clad in priestess robes and stockings, the fabric gliding smoothly into place without a hitch. Magic like that didn't even make me jealous anymore. How brilliant do you have to be to invent this? I couldn't.
Laila, hands at a loss now that magic had taken over, flexed her fingers dejectedly and followed me.
"See you later, Hanbyeol. Sleep more."
"Okay, Unni."
Her face vanished behind the blanket. She'd have woken from our chat, but apparently she was still growing. Do game characters keep developing? No way to check now, so I shelved it.
In the living room, Iris sat on the sofa with eyes closed—not sleeping, but meditating, back straight. She opened her eyes softly at our footsteps and smiled.
"I was just worrying if I should wake you... Glad you're up."
"Yeah. How'd you wake so early? Some alarm...?"
"Doesn't sunlight on your face wake you? Can't sleep if it's not dark."
Enviable? Or tragic, no sleeping in? I eyed her complexly as she pointed to something on the table.
"I prepared a gift."
"A... gift?"
A smooth, round pink stone sat there, with its controller. I'd seen it in Daesik's office—the mercilessly intense vibrator. Trembling, I looked at Iris; she smiled softly, eyes gleaming slyly.
"Looks like you know what it is."
I nodded stiffly; her smile deepened.
"Don't tense up. It's an artifact for the Saintess. Ah, makes two now? No need to feel burdened—we got it to use for each other."
"..."
"You're too stiff. I'm hurt. Probing your hymen dry hurts, right? This preps you. Or use it privately whenever."
It had taught me the thrill of being bound and going, but Iris couldn't know that. Amid the anxiety, thoughts of using it while she and Hanbyeol were out crept in.
"Explanation's long enough. Simple: press to your clit, flip the switch. Works even bound. But hard surfaces like tables make noise—use bed or sofa. Or..."
She set the vibrator on her knee and patted her thigh. Sit.
"You hate pain. I'm helping."
Her sweet words lingered, but hesitation held me. Was it masturbation? Even if pleasure was good and norms differed, doing it in front of others felt wrong. Otherwise, I'd have joined the Saintess's masturbation parade for cash.
"Why hesitate? Embarrassed? Just a succubus and your sister here. No shame before a succubus, and you don't see her sexually... Hurry, or you'll be late for prayers."
"Fine, I'll do it."
Right—this was just prep for the exam, not masturbation. Lubing up to avoid finger scratches. Lube would be easy but costly; better stimulate myself. Straddling her knee like mounting a horse, faint vibrations hummed into my lower belly—weaker than before, but my shame-flushed body proved it enough to get wet.
"Saintess, you're hopelessly lewd. Getting wet constantly in public, secretly feeling it... You don't, right?"
She hit the mark; I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling. Gauging me, Iris pulled my hips closer, whispering.
"Better release it all here. Imagine climaxing before everyone—embarrassing, right?"
Her whisper sent pleasure crawling from my lower body up my spine. I could've just gotten wet enough, but I couldn't spread my thighs or rise. My holy relic sensed it, erecting its nub to help.
"Hnghk... Haaang..."
"Hanbyeol's sleeping—moan like that, and she'll wake."
"Hk... Hngk..."
The taboo of climaxing before my body's sister, plus shame if Hanbyeol heard, made my body shudder harder, squirting unwittingly. My belly spasmed, waist buckling forward, but Iris gripped my shoulder.
"Haa. Where'd you learn to squirt on someone's leg?"
"S-sorry..."
Dazed, I realized my mistake and apologized reflexively. My panties, usually absorbent, abandoned me this time. Uncontrollable, sure, but still my fault. Post-climax limpness caused it—pure result, no extra pleasure. Head hung, I stared blankly at the clear fluid trickling down Iris's thigh and my black stockings. As she pulled away, our skin parted with a sticky thread.
Iris probed my dripping entrance; intact hymen confirmed, she smiled.
"Safe again. No pain?"
"...No."
"Good. I'd love to wash you, but we'd be late. I'll Purify—don't leak outside. Got it?"
She chanted graciously, though I could've done it. Slick stickiness between my thighs and on the floor shimmered, fading. No visible change, but the lewd scent lessened. No time to clear my foggy head; Iris led me out, Laila smacking her lips behind.
"From what I heard, you two seem like sisters. Do humans play like that nowadays?"
"We're sworn sisters, demon... but play? It's helping maintain holy power as a priestess. What a sister should do."
"R-right? Priestly duty. Ahaha. Well, even good sisters fool around like that."
"Demons too?"
"Crazy? Siblings are lifelong rivals! Enemies fighting over food bowls!"
"Demons are like that. Truly wicked."
"..."
Laila's words—that this wasn't unusual—faintly comforted my post-orgasm haze. Good if it's normal here. Different world, culture to accept. Borrowed body anyway...
Cold wind chilled my damp stockings; I shivered. Iris pressed close, sharing warmth. Should've grabbed a coat. But she seemed the type to conquer cold with faith, so I clung silently.
At the main building's basement—our old dorm—priestesses and nuns greeted quietly with bows.
"From today, the Saintess joins us to pray for pure bodies and minds."
Iris introduced me briefly. Their sparkling eyes burdened me; I looked down. The changing ones were already naked. Being eyed by women binding their arms maniacally felt scarier than arousing. That's madness. But with apprentice priests or apparent slaves, it seemed performative. Someone said it—bondage became fashion, ropes and cuffs as accessories. Fancy knots, premium materials confirmed it. Some had ankle irons to limit knee spread—tame compared to a nun with weights on shackles, slave carrying them. White veil over nudity marked her nun.
"In you go, Saintess."
"Yes..."
With Laila's help, I stripped and entered first. I sidled toward a corner, but Iris stopped me.
"Not there, Saintess. The central tub. All set up."
"Yes..."
Layout changed: partitions gone for the session, tubs circling the massive center one. They'd reset after, poor things. Hope I don't have to help. No strength stats invested—heavy tubs worried me. Anxiously, I dipped a foot in. Warmth climbed ankle to calf to thigh. Iris deftly untied one panty string; it half-slid, tail catching it.
"Remember yesterday's device? Sit like that."
Her kind words fluttered my chest, recalling the torture chamber's endless corrections. But not exhausting this time—I could lift off if needed. Guided, I knelt slowly into the water. Sitting impaled it just below my chin. Warmth relaxed me deliciously. Then Iris wedged a thick rod between my bound arms and back.
"Ah, Iris...?"
"Don't worry. Just a pillar so you don't faceplant if you doze."
"Ah..."
Not something scary, then. Even relaxed, it prevented tipping; weight distributed, no pain.
"Let today's prayer session begin. Approach with reverence."
A priestess recited softly like scripture; others entered tubs with splashes that soon hushed. I swallowed, awaiting the device's vibration—Iris's explanation: clit-nub on horse-like seat, promising pleasure. But before it hummed, something clicked around my ankles and thighs.
Something was wrong.