Isekai Milf Saga: Nunnery Arc (34) - The Gap Between Once and Twice
As the saying goes, there's a world of difference between never having done something and having tried it once, but the gap between once and twice is even more profound than you'd imagine.
Ramis, who had now given me a handjob and a blowjob twice over, had a inherently gentle personality, but seeing me act spoiled let her seize a bit of control and revel in the perversion of it all. Especially when I peeked into the confessional through the crystal orb and caught her with her face buried in the floor, slurping up the puddle of semen like a total degenerate...
Sometimes, passing by during daily routines, I'd glance at her fluffy light blue hair trembling faintly, and she'd shoot me a sidelong look with that subtly lustful expression, like she was craving me too. But since the invisible thread binding us through our "counseling sessions" was limited to that pretext, Ramis still hadn't mustered the courage to openly approach me with her desires.
Well, that didn't mean she couldn't create an opening herself.
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Morning.
This morning featured a routine where the senior nuns educated the regular ones. If Bereani were leading it, being a proper priestess, she'd have some structured format, but she was currently out at Tierin Cathedral on business, leaving the nunnery for a bit. Given her status, it made sense for her to reside there anyway.
Handing it off to the other nuns? The outcome was predictable as hell. Sure, they used to at least do a basic hour-long session before, but the senior nun in charge cut it in half and rushed through it. Naturally, most of the nuns let out cheers of "Wooow~," and a few at a time slipped away in groups, making sure Abbess Olivia didn't notice.
So after wrapping up that quick farce, what were the senior nuns up to...?
"Try some of this too. It's good for the body, milord~"
"Hehe. It's been a while since you've bathed at night... Oh my. Can I even say this...?"
"It's fine. Everyone here is one of us... who came inside, after all. Come on, have some of this too... You need to build up your strength for tonight♥?"
"Mmffp.... Y-yes...."
Over ten senior nuns were doting on me in the backyard near the dorms. Sure, I'd fucked them all already, but it wasn't outright sexual even in broad daylight—they were just giving off that tantalizing, lewd vibe.
On this sunny day, the nun sisters had dragged me outside to a table under a massive parasol, seating me in the shade where a refreshing breeze blew through, and they pampered me. Surrounding me in a full 360 degrees, they'd pick up fruits or snacks one by one and feed me, their subtle touches gently rubbing my body for that pleasant stimulation.
"How's that? Nice and squishy?"
"Yeah..."
Isabel was straight-up using her voluptuous breasts as a pillow against the back of my head from behind. No bra under that thin habit, apparently—the softness was unreal.
And so the pampering continued from these beautiful sisters I'd all claimed. Hearts practically dripped from their eyes as they fed me fruit and kept touching me suggestively, like a scene straight out of a harem.
Mmm. My face was starting to heat up. Was it okay to be doing this outside...?
Ngh. This sister just brushed my crotch on purpose.
As the nuns, now even closer to me, giggled and chattered away excitedly, Ramis suddenly appeared from the far end of the garden.
"Ah..."
"Hmph. Hmm..."
The moment Ramis showed up, the nuns straightened their habits. The seniors knew better than anyone that she was Abbess Olivia's favorite, playing a huge role in counseling and problem-solving. If word got back to the abbess...
More importantly, Ramis wasn't one of our sex crew yet. Excluding those on missions outside, I'd fucked every last senior nun—Ramis was the sole holdout.
"...Sister Ramis, welcome. Care to join us for a bit?"
Isabel smoothly detached her tits from my head, acting like nothing was amiss. But her eyes betrayed unmistakable wariness—Ramis had shown up mid-break yesterday and the day before, whisking me away every time.
Ramis maintained her pious posture and replied point by point to Isabel.
"Thank you for the invitation... But I still have duties left. Excuse me, but I need to borrow Lord Raoul."
"...Another counseling session with him today?"
"Yes. And with that whole 'revelation' matter, Abbess Olivia and Priestess Bereani are worried... ...The bathhouse. Remember?"
"Ngh... Ah, got it."
The instant Ramis said "bathhouse," Isabel backed down without a fight. They'd already lied to her about it afterward and turned it into an orgy den—if she dug deeper now, it'd be a disaster for them.
Isabel and the others probably figured Ramis was pulling me away to "protect" me from them. She always sniffed out the lewd tension and appeared like clockwork.
Half-right, anyway.
But...
"Come on, milord. Shall we have a little talk...?"
Ramis leaned forward slightly, her cow-like breasts jiggling subtly as she offered her hand. She wore that benevolent smile that instantly put you at ease, but having experienced what came after a couple times already, I swallowed hard in lewd anticipation and took it.
Not just her pretty lips shyly sucking my cock anymore—she was starting to enjoy the service herself, ramping up the enthusiasm. She'd skillfully peel back the skin, slather a ton of spit under the glans with a "Schlurp...♥," and lick along the shaft like it was her favorite toy, happily slurping away without me even asking.
And that wasn't all. I'd just learned something shocking this time: Ramis was deliberately timing her interruptions for when things got steamy between me and the other nuns.
I thought it was just uncanny luck at first, but after it happened repeatedly? No way it was coincidence.
She was spying on our skinship from hiding, waiting until my face flushed like a beast in heat, then swooping in under the guise of counseling duty to drag me to the confessional...
Thinking about why Ramis kept doing this sent chills down my spine—in the best way.
She wanted me aroused, not clear-headed.
Made sense. I'd been shaking my dick like an animal's tail, putting on that slutty display in full heat...
Hooked on that, Ramis craved these sticky, vulgar setups over and over.
So to sum up the situation: She'd use the other senior nuns like "stud horses in heat" to prime me into peak condition, then snatch me away for her own enjoyment.
We could just talk it out and have fun openly... What a brilliantly perverted idea from this nun sis.
Ramis led me by the hand toward the chapel.
"Hmph, hmphn... Hmph hmph...♥"
She hummed a little tune, swinging our joined hands playfully—she couldn't hide her excitement.
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"Oh, your face looks a bit flushed today, milord... You don't have to hold back here...♥"
With those words from Ramis, the moment I shoved my cock in the hole, she grabbed my soft shaft like she'd been waiting and jerked it vigorously to get me hard. My body shuddered once, and as I pointed out each sensitive spot, the kind Ramis followed my lead obediently.
Just that thin barrier made all the difference in giving her courage—she slurped my dick with depraved sounds like "Bleeeep... Slurp slurp... Schlick...♥" without a hint of shame.
I playfully pulled my hips back and poked her face with my glans, and she'd go "Auung... M-milord is a good boy, so stay still, okay...? Omph...♥," before stuffing it back in and munching away. Hearing her voice melt so sweetly was pretty fun.
"Gulp... Gulp...♥ Mmffp... Schlurp... Gulp...♥"
In the end, Ramis prettily swallowed my glans again today, sucking down my ejaculations with even more skill. Like a straw jammed in, she'd vacuum out every drop with suction, then boldly tongue-fuck my urethra for the remnants, licking them clean.
"All... drunk up..."
Her soft mutter sounded utterly blissful.
At this point, sucking cock so vulgarly, she was ripe for the next step—but she wasn't giving off full-sex vibes yet. Seemed like she was hooked on the service itself.
And probably felt some guilt toward Olivia, who doted on her, about going all the way.
Well... considering how she used the other nuns as my arousal bait earlier, I figured one little push and she'd cave.
"Schlup...♥ Gulp. Oh, nice and thick again today... You must've been backed up."
"Hey... Sister. Don't you mind handling it yourself...? Ngh... It's kinda dirty..."
"N-no, not dirty at all. Do you dislike it, milord...? M-me drinking your semen...?"
Cautious tone, but the content was pure filth. I could practically picture her tensing up beyond the wall, senses on high alert lest things turn "normal."
"No, I actually like it... Ah, I mean, just curious..."
"Th-then it's fine. Hic... Don't tell the others, okay...?"
"...The others. Ah, yeah... Got it."
I paused deliberately in my reply, and Ramis seemed to recall my words from last time, muttering suspiciously to herself.
"Ngh... Late baths... Something's definitely..."
"Sister?"
"N-nothing... Alright, feeling refreshed? Let's head back. Be careful not to get surrounded by the other sisters like before. And the touching..."
"So if they do it again, should I just refuse?"
"Huh? No, no need for that... Just moderate it, and I'll step in midwa—ah, no. Ngh. I mean... ...Just keep doing what you've been doing."
Not proper advice to curb my lust—instead, subtly egging it on. The irony hit her, and Ramis let out a shameful "Uh..." with a groan.
She knew it was embarrassing but wouldn't tell me to stop if her life depended on it.
And so our morning playtime wrapped up. With Ramis suspicious of those "missed" nighttime hours, and most of the senior nuns in the dorm planning to gather at the bathhouse tonight... Just thinking about it was gonna be fun.