Isekai Milf Story - Nunnery Edition (24)
After satisfying the mother and daughter right to the end, I washed up just enough and straightened my clothes. Early that morning, the pair saw me off all the way to the nunnery, and I made my way back to the senior nuns' dormitory.
Monday mornings were set aside for pious pursuits to start the week right—reading scriptures or attending lessons. I figured Irina, who'd been caught getting a handjob from Linda, would avoid running into me, but luckily she showed her face during class along with the rest of the group.
"O-oh... l-long time no see..." She'd stammer like that, or exchange glances with Linda like they had something to say, fidgeting awkwardly enough that Kate shot them weird looks... But the other nuns kept up their natural skinship, groping me casually. Especially Isabel and Viola from the bathhouse crew—they teased me with these caress-like moves from hidden angles... Those lewd touches nearly made me pop a boner right there in public.
If even the nuns were this worked up, the main course wouldn't be far off.
After lunch, with no plans or appointments lined up, I was chilling in my room when, as always, someone came knocking. More often than not, it was a senior nun—and narrowing it down further, the most aggressive one was Isabel, with her dark blue hair.
"Long time no see, believer. Enjoy your weekend?"
"Ah, yeah... Rested up nice."
She knocked, then slipped into my room all natural-like. Flashing that friendly smile, she started to gesture toward the chair—but I beat her to it, heading for the bed instead. She followed with these graceful steps, settling in right next to me, her plump tits and ass brushing so close it was basically contact.
That hazy perfume wafting off Isabel tickled my nose in the best way. We chatted about nothing—recent stuff, dorm life—and her smiling face gradually shifted to the real topic.
"But... do you remember? Nine at night."
"Ah, yeah... That's when you all, uh, bathe..."
"Mmm... Right. But it seems like Raoul the believer has no plans to join us? You haven't come by since that first time... We've been waiting every single day..."
She wasn't wrong—I hadn't set foot in the bathhouse since. We'd gone pretty far with the tit play and nipple teasing, basically dry-humping at that point, so both of us probably figured full-on sex was next. Truth was, I'd been focused on other nuns, prioritizing and observing the overall flow.
Even Isabel, with her gentle coaxing smile, looked a bit bitter now. Everyone's different, sure... but getting stonewalled by something cute like a pet or an innocent kid? That stings.
From her side, she might think I was instinctively repulsed.
"...Are we too much for you?"
Isabel crossed her legs all timid-like—totally not her usual self—and gazed at me with those dewy eyes. Suddenly pulling the cute card...
"N-no, it's not that. Just... first time and all, had a lot to think about. Uh, yeah. Was planning to join you for a bath around tomorrow..."
"...Really? You'll come tomorrow night...?"
I nodded like crazy to confirm. Her face lit up again, hand to her chest in relief. She bounced back so fast I almost wondered if I'd been played.
"Phew... Thank goodness. I was scared you hated us. Oh, and... if you're worried about the others seeing, don't be."
She said it with half-lidded eyes, leaning in close to my ear.
"No one will know you're in the bath with us...♥"
That voice—sweet, sticky honey—made me shiver and pull away. This bitch is gunning straight for sex tomorrow. She shot me a naughty wink, then flashed her signature beaming smile.
"Exactly. And... it's a little thing, but we prepared a cool, tasty drink just for you."
"Cool drink?"
Tasty drink, huh... In this world, besides Cecilia's milk, had I ever had a proper one? Fancy feasts were great, but back home I'd always preferred something refreshing over heavy meals—thirst-quenching drinks were my jam.
"...Mm."
I perked up visibly, super interested, and she eyed me thoughtfully before speaking again.
"Anyone else coming to see you right now?"
"Huh? Nah... Probably not."
"I see..."
She licked her lips sneakily at my answer, then pulled a small vial from her sleeve.
"In that case... I brought a little sample drink. Wanna try?"
Clear bottle, milky white liquid inside. Hold up—that looks familiar... Daisy's workshop had stuff like this, right? Next to the dildos and condoms, that one pure white bottle...
"...What kind of drink is this?"
"Mm. This is... a special energy drink I commissioned. Pretty sweet and tasty?"
Her slight stammer—super out of character—set off all kinds of alarms. Just the color? Nah, had to be the real deal... Aphrodisiac? Heat inducer? Some hazy truth serum? No clue what she'd brought, but wild guesses flew.
"...Not really thirsty right now. I'll have it later."
"R-right. Well, it's pretty rare, so... I'll give it to you tomorrow in the bath."
She snatched it back quick, like she was scared I'd chug it solo. Whatever it was, one sip and I'd be balls-deep—no doubt.
Clop clop...
Around the time things were dragging, distant hoofbeats echoed.
Horse? Supplies here?
Place was secluded, but for a nunnery this size, horses weren't weird. Not fully self-sufficient, so they got daily goods and food from outside.
"Mm... Supply carts on Monday are rare... Weird."
Isabel muttered to herself, sensing the mood shift, and stood with a pat to her big ass.
"Well then... See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah... Nine tomorrow..."
"Hehe."
She flashed a pretty smile after locking in my yes, then left. The hooves grew louder meanwhile.
Ah, carriage.
Curious, I peeked out the window toward the sound—a carriage zipped past the nunnery grounds. Blocked by the main building quick, but hooves stopped soon after, so probably here on business.
Looked decorated outside—noble odds high.
Feels familiar...
"Wait, noble?"
Something clicked, and I muttered dumbly to myself. A noble carriage at this backwater nunnery? Unless new face, had to tie to Stella big-time.
My hunch nailed it—creaky door opposite, then footsteps.
Stella must've been waiting. Uneasy, I curtained the window and peeked through a crack.
There she was: elegant golden long hair, Stella in her nun habit, fidgeting anxiously in the backyard.
"Hoo..."
She ground her heel into the dirt, on edge waiting—then the person showed.
"Ah, mo... no, Mother..."
"Long time no see, Stella."
...Baroness?
Trisha de Glishen Rosikesta—plunging dress baring her full tits, cinched waist classic noble style. Frills elegant, not over-the-top. Same stunning golden hair as Stella, similar features. Back as a servant, I'd thought, Yeah, she'll grow into that.
Sharp eyes like her daughter, but I knew Trisha was warm. She'd slipped me a low-grade potion when beatings got bad, even pulled strings to get me exiled.
That's how things started with Cecilia too. Trisha was thoughtful like that—Stella turning out spoiled? Blame the arrogant baron's parenting.
Wish Stella took after her mom even half.
Anyway... Trisha scanned her daughter's sullen face and sighed softly.
"Hmm... How you've been doing... I can tell from your expression. Sorry to say it our first meet in ages, but... you haven't caused any trouble here, have you?"
Stella flinched at "trouble," mumbling timidly.
"I've been good... no weird stuff. B-but Mother, you coming yourself... Does that mean I can go home now?"
"Not quite... I had business nearby, so I stopped by. Wanted to check on you too... Hm. This might take a while."
"M-Mother?"
Stella couldn't hide her unease at the vague reply.
Footsteps thudded past my door again, and I heard the two head into Stella's room. Curiosity piqued, I flopped on the bed, pulled out my crystal orb, and tuned it to her space.
Tiny room like mine: Stella fidgeting on a chair, Trisha perched on the bed.
"As you know... you realize what you did, right?"
"Uh..."
I eavesdropped quietly. From the baron's wife's words, I pieced together why Stella was stuck here.
Basically: Rising bourgeois family near the barony. Not yet, but their booming wealth meant nobility soon. Rosikesta baron sniffed it out, hooked them up with his count connections.
Baron shaky base, them craving upward—win-win quick. Problem: Close ties meant more meets, and their sons started groping pretty Stella.
Arrogant Stella? Plain-faced commoner brats? No thanks. Slap or worse out of habit—turns out, eldest son running the show.
Family raged, near-irreparable before baron shoved Stella in the nunnery to douse the fire. That's the story.
Too big a sum to refuse... Something like that.
"Don't look so down. Hey, why not use this to tie in with the Pure White Faithful Society? I'll talk to your father—maybe snag you abbess or high rank... No rival nobles around. Not like Burpon or Olton counties."
"...Just checking, but high rank... how long?"
"Mm. Fastest... maybe ten years or so..."
"No way!!!"
Stella went ghost-white, yelling in shock. Trisha eyed her sternly—improper.
"S-sorry for yelling... But still..."
"No options now? They're still pissed at you... It's a family matter."
"Then... please, just once, let me talk to Father direct. I'll beg forgiveness, swear no more trouble..."
"Haa..."
Trisha sighed, pondered, then nodded faintly.
"Fine, we'll try that once. No guarantees..."
"Th-thank you, Mother!"
Seemed settled: Stella heads to the barony in a few days.