Bathhouse Orgy Takes Over – Time to Taste Ramis
After crossing that line in the bathhouse, the place naturally morphed into an orgy den. It had only been three days, but the lineup of nuns in there kept changing and growing—it seemed their "let's share the good stuff" mentality had kicked in. Pretty much all the senior nuns were already in on the little after-9 PM parties. At first, plenty of them were shy or hemming and hawing on moral grounds, murmuring things like "Is this really okay...?" But every time, the nuns whose cherries I'd popped would flash these warm, amused smiles and guide them right in. Like this, for example.
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Squelch squelch...!!
"Hah... hah...! Sister Mira, does your pussy feel good?"
"Ngh... I-I mean...! It's... embarrassing...! Hah...! Ungh...!"
Two bodies tangled near the washbasin. I was on top of the new blonde nun, pounding her pussy and drilling her ass just like always. The subtle muscles rippling across her belly and limbs screamed combat nun, and she was probably an apprentice aiming for the paladin path. These types lived hard and fast, training nonstop, but word from the seniors had dragged her here. Drunk on the steamy, lewd vibe of the bath, she'd offered up her virginity to me.
Of course, none of this would've been possible without the original crew—Isabel and the rest—paving the way for me to deflower a different nun every day.
-Glad to see Sister Mira enjoying herself too. Oh my... ♥ Spreading her thighs so shamelessly like that.
-Ngh... You jealous...? When I got here, it wasn't just the two of them...
With my hips grinding away near the washbasin, churning out those wet squelching sounds from our sloppy cunts, the other nuns around the bath watched their fellow sister get her ass reamed with rapt fascination, smirking seductively.
-Haaaah... hah...! ♥
A few nuns perched on the bath's edge were even twirling their pussy lips in circles, using our show as masturbation fuel. With nearly ten nuns crowding in now, it felt just like a brothel bathhouse, the air thick with depravity.
But even in this sticky, heated atmosphere, one nun hadn't adapted yet.
"S-Sister Mira... gulp..."
Karami, the redheaded combat nun, was hunched small in the bath, shoulders shrunk tight. Today's newbies: Mira and Karami. Her eyes were glued to me and Mira—another combat nun—like she was mesmerized, her face flushed beet red, clearly a virgin too.
Isabel, soaking beside her, flashed a pretty smile and sidled up. She gently stroked Karami's tense shoulders with both hands, then whispered sweetly in her ear.
"Hehe... Getting a good look? Lord Raoul might not look it, but he's overflowing with energy... You're next, Sister Karami... ♥"
"N-Next...? gulp... I-I'm not sure about this..."
"Nngh... Come on, give it a try... ♥ Besides, this is the goddesses' will... See? Your friend Mira's loving it."
Karami peeked again at our tangled bodies.
"Auuugh... ♥ My nipples itch... Ngh... No milk yet...! ♥ Hngh!"
To make older women grasp the joys of sex fast, nothing beat playing the spoiled brat and taking the lead. I nuzzled my face into her tits like a needy kid, burying myself in her chest and suckling those perky nipples. Mira found it adorable, grinning as she relaxed a bit.
Smack smack...
"C-Cute... ♥"
She stroked my head softly as I gummed her nipples, subtly awakening her maternal instincts. Imagining this sweat-drenched training nun now beaming sweetly while I nursed got me even harder. I slurped her fat, erect nipples greedily, filling her motherly urges, then eased back into her pussy. Unlike before, she surrendered honestly to the pleasure, parting her thighs just enough for my cock.
"See? Looks fun, right?"
"Ugh..."
Just an hour ago, both Mira and Karami had been holding their breath in the bath, faces burning as they spied on the other nuns' sex. Now she was the last one left.
What happened next was predictable. Mira squirted like a fountain in a massive orgasm, then rose with her womb brimming with cum, stumbling dreamily to the next in line. Her feminized face glowed as cheese-like strands of semen drooled from her shyly spread slit. "" she cooed, the perfect turncoat temptress.
"Ahh..."
Left alone, Karami got swept up too. She offered her pussy, and I took her virginity. Her toned body clenched tight in nerves, squeezing my cock adorably. After thorough foreplay and deep, intense fucking, her eyes glazed over in bliss, panting helplessly.
Two hours later...
"Hah... L-Lord... D-Do you feel good...? Hng... ♥"
Squelch squelch...!!
Now fully pink-drenched, she was addicted to my dick, straddling my lap and grinding wildly.
-I-I started first, but... she's way more into it. Nngh... ♥ Ah. S-Sister Violaaa... Wait... Ngh!
-She's always been the type to go all-in once she starts... Hehe... Here, let me loosen you up while you wait... ♥
-Kyaa, aaah... ♥
Blonde Mira sat demurely nearby, now embraced from behind by Viola fresh from the bath. She got her pussy gently stroked, moaning openly as she watched us fuck, face flushed.
Karami, clenching her tight walls around my cock and swirling her hips, spotted her fellow trainee and chided, ""
In the end, both combat nuns squeezed into the cluster of cock-sucking nuns, taking turns slurping my balls one each. Isabel and the others smirked lewdly, passing on technique tips.
...And just like that, I'd tasted even the shy combat nuns one by one, claiming most of the senior nuns.
Though Ramis wasn't one of them yet.
Senior nun Ramis handled counseling and problem-solving, the mental anchor of the convent. In other words, she had Abbess Olivia's full trust—which made her public enemy number one for the seniors right now. Normally a benevolent listener, she was a threat during this dangerous playtime. If she snitched to the abbess, the orgy parties would end.
They were probably thinking that. Time to sample big sis myself.
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As those thoughts swirled, the weekend rolled around, and as expected, the mother-daughter duo showed up.
This interrupts the flow.
Sorry to them, but dedicating two days a week was a bigger chunk than I'd realized. Had to fix that. Outside the convent, I focused my divine power on the pair and snapped my fingers. Shockingly, both Cecilia and Eli fell under hypnosis.
Come to think of it, the goddesses had said they'd gradually raise my limit when I first arrived in this world. I'd been skeptical with Entike, but hadn't used it much, so I hadn't noticed.
I implanted the suggestion: ""
That way, they'd bottle up their longing and enjoy intense yuri sex while waiting. Hell, whenever I was late from Daisy's workshop, I'd find Cecilia and Eli in a 69, slurping each other's pussy juices.
Snap!
"………………."
"I can feel my power hitting empty... Three people a day, huh? No big deal right now."
Testing it by hypnotizing their escort senior nun too confirmed exactly three. Beyond that, exhaustion hit hard.
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I sent the early-morning duo packing and settled into the weekend. Convent weekends were like self-study: some made schedules for chapter room makeup lessons or front-yard sword drills. But people gonna people—most basked in the nice weather with tea-time gossip outdoors, playful games, or quiet reading in their rooms. They'd clean their assigned areas diligently, then call it a night.
After breakfast, I politely dodged the "play with us" invites and retreated to my room for a breather before heading to Ramis's.
Knock knock...
"Sister Ramis...? A-Are you in?"
"Lord Raoul?"
She pattered over on light feet and opened the door. That soft sky-blue hair, fluffy and reassuring as ever. Her gentle, lamb-like bangs and benevolent face hadn't changed. Her lashes seemed longer now, adding a sultry edge... but I knew it was from gobbling my cum.
Last time with the handjob, she'd secretly licked up the huge palm-pools clean, then tidied the massive splatters on the confessional floor spotless.
Wonder how she cleaned it up.
"Um... I-I'm here for counseling... Is now okay...?"
"Y-Yes... Of course."
She welcomed me with her usual kind face, but that memory must've lingered—her words stuttered a bit. She glanced down the hall both ways, ushered me in, and sat me on the edge of her bed.
I perched demurely beside her, silent.
"………………."
"Ah…………."
In the awkward hush, she noticed my slight blush. Her own cheeks pinked as she swallowed softly.
Sister Ramis's body is so hot, it made me like this.
Can I ask for counseling again next time...?
Maybe replaying my planted suggestions from last time. She couldn't quite speak.
Our mutual fidgeting felt weirdly like pre-first-time nerves, giving me chills. As I opened my mouth, she beat me to it, parting her heavy lips.
"You look troubled, Lord Raoul... I-Is it something embarrassing to say?"
Her voice soft and soothing, drawing me out.
"Um... S-Sister Ramis... Th-That is..."
I rubbed my thighs like a cute animal, peeking at her. Despite the act, my eyes burned with rutting lust. She shivered, murmuring inwardly.
"Ahh... J-Just as I feared..."
"Last time, that..."
"W-Wait, Lord Raoul."
"Y-Yes...?"
She cut me off; I curled submissively. She closed her eyes briefly, then blushed and spoke.
"Um, well... The confessional has a more comfortable atmosphere for counseling... Would you... come with me now?"