Isekai Milf Tale - Nunnery Arc (9)
Come morning, we all had the same breakfast in the dining hall before preparing for the day's duties. After eating with the three nuns just like yesterday, I returned to my room to get ready for the lessons. Not that there was much prep needed. At most, straightening up the bedding and fixing my clothes.
I'd initially thought I'd have to wear a habit, but since I wasn't an official believer and had no intention of converting, it made sense they hadn't prepared spares. As a visitor, I had some leeway with the rules—as long as my casual clothes weren't too flashy, it was fine. Olivia had even handed me the convent rules during our spat with Stella yesterday, and it was written right there.
"No one who looks like a priest...... Nope, none in sight. Nom."
I munched on an apple while peeking through the window at the senior nuns heading out from the dorms for their duties. There was a fruit basket in the corner of my room because the seniors had barged in earlier like it was a housewarming, gifting me fruit willy-nilly before leaving.
Anyway... I figured priests would wear different outfits, making them easy to spot, but since none were visible, maybe they didn't stay in this dorm. They might have private quarters.
"Believer! Let's head to the lessons together!"
I was mulling over whether to get moving when I spotted Irina waving as she approached. I'd find out soon enough anyway.
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The chapter room in the central building—which I'd imagined as a small study group space—was surprisingly spacious, about the size of a school classroom. Half the seats were filled with nuns around Irina's age, the other half with more mature ones whose bodies had fully blossomed. Around thirty in total. I settled into a row of straight-backed chairs alongside the trio.
The chatter was lively until the door creaked open.
A woman stepped inside.
The chattering nuns greeted her, and I naturally bowed my head too, sneaking a glance at the woman with my eyes.
About 165cm tall. Her neatly arranged silver hair fell to her shoulders, giving off a mystical aura. Beneath that beautiful silver mane was a delicate, refined face—similar to Entike's sharp impression, but softened with a gentle expression that made her slightly upturned eyes feel warm. Her pretty, curled lashes added elegance and beauty to the whole package. Mid-to-late twenties, maybe.
She wore a straight, modest habit that flared out neatly at the bottom, cinched at the waist with a thick sash that highlighted her perky D-cup breasts and slim waist. The skirt hem nearly brushed the floor.
D-cup, at least...
The only other notable feature was a long muffler draped over her shoulders, hanging down naturally. In short: mysteriously alluring woman who'd probably have a killer body under those clothes.
"Hello, everyone. You all look healthy today—it's wonderful."
Bereani smiled warmly at the nuns, her soft voice carrying a gentle tone. The contrast between her serious eyes and that kind smile made her seem genuinely good-hearted.
"And... oh, a new face. A cute boy!"
As eyes turned to me at her words, I blushed shyly and bowed my head.
"Hello, Priestess. Um, I'm Raoul. I arrived yesterday."
"Ah, Believer Raoul... The abbess mentioned you. I didn't expect to meet you so soon. Hehe."
Bereani's eyes crinkled in a natural smile as she looked at me. Even unintentionally, her fluttering lashes felt oddly seductive. God, I wanna fuck her.
We exchanged brief words under her lead until her expression suddenly turned serious.
"……………?"
She stared at me intently.
"Believer Raoul, if it's alright, could you step forward for a moment?"
"Pardon? Ah, y-yes, of course..."
Caught off-guard by the shift, I stood awkwardly. The trio and other novices watched with wide eyes as I approached.
"Your hand, please..."
I extended my hand, and she gently placed hers atop my palm. Her soft fingers caressed it lightly.
"……………."
Eyes closed, she seemed to concentrate, as if probing for something.
"So pure..."
She muttered to herself, glanced at me in surprise, then composed herself.
"...You can let go now."
"Y-yes. Um, Priestess... If it's not rude, what was that just now?"
"Hm... I felt something, but... maybe I was half-asleep. Just my imagination. No need to worry, Believer Raoul."
"I see..."
She dodged a straight answer, her eyes flickering despite her natural expression. She was rattled inside. Not hard to guess: she'd sensed my body's energy after muttering "pure." Maybe gauged the divine power within me. Priests connect with goddesses, so she'd pick up similar vibes sensitively...
"...Shall we begin the lesson?"
The brief incident passed, the mood normalized, and the education started. As expected, total snoozefest. "Personality development with religious incense" was literal—everyone around me fought yawns. Kate drooled cutely on her arms; Linda dozed off and jerked awake repeatedly. Of the trio, only Irina stayed focused, absorbing Bereani's words.
Bereani watched her fondly without interrupting... but kept sneaking glances at me.
And so, as the lesson dragged on, I spun my brain, piecing together a plan now that I had a lead.
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"I-is now really okay to play?"
"Kate, duties start soon. Skip again and the other nuns might scold you harshly!"
"Whatever. It's not like I'm ditching entirely... Cleaning later is fine, right? Dust piles up anyway—sweeping now just means resweeping. Waste of effort. Right, Raoul?"
She's got some lazy logic there.
After morning lessons and lunch, I was in the central building's back courtyard with the trio—between Olivia's quarters and the lay worship hall. The abbess was in her office, the hall empty, so it was quiet. Faint shouts echoed from the front courtyard where some nuns trained.
"And if anyone sees, we can say I was keeping bored Raoul company. The abbess told you to get along with him, Irina... Don't wanna play with Raoul?"
"That's not—"
After bickering with Kate, Irina sighed in defeat.
"...Fine. Just a little playtime?"
"Hehe."
Kate grinned, fetching a long something from somewhere and showing it off. A smooth wooden bat, which she swung whoosh-whoosh. In her other hand, a leather ball wrapped in string.
What is this? Baseball?
"Raoul, ever played stickball?"
"Ah, yeah. Seen it done."
"Great. Here's the ball—toss it!"
She handed me the ball and moved to a tree corner. A circular notch carved in the trunk served as her strike zone; she gripped the bat there. I'd pegged her as energetic from first sight, but this was fun. Imagining veiled nuns my height swinging bats felt novel. Girls cooped up together wouldn't stay prim anyway. Guys especially—bodies itching for action, this'd be a solid stress-buster.
"Others suck at pitching—boring. Show me what you got, Raoul!"
"Maybe you're just freakishly good... Even senior nuns can't match you. Makes sense for an aspiring paladin."
"Yeah... ...I'd crush at knitting, though."
While I pitched to Kate, Linda and Irina watched from the shady tree, chatting. Kate, playing with me, looked increasingly frustrated.
"What... You're pitching better than I thought?"
"R-really? Thanks."
"Urgh..."
Even if the army's a soccer stain, catchball in the training yard builds fundamentals. My size meant no heat, but I wasn't grinding teeth either. Regaining feel, I added spin—the ball clipped the zone, Kate whiffed wildly, staggering.
"...Hey. That's a technique only Senior Karami uses... Raoul, you've got talent?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. Played with all the paladin hopefuls... You're the best pitcher I've seen."
Hmm. Guess so. Shallow skill, but praise feels nice.
"Kinda pissed... Keep going, Raoul. No holding back, got it?"
Kate shook off the bat, burning with determination.
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Wood met leather with a dull thwack.
Despite the soft ball, her powerful swing sent it rocketing straight, rolling to the worship hall's back.
"Yes!"
After a dozen tries, Kate finally smacked my signature spinner, raising the bat triumphantly.
"How's that, Raoul? Nailed it, right?"
"Y-yeah. Amazing swing."
"Hehe."
Not luck—perfect timing. Killer reflexes. Kate stroked the bat smugly while eyeing me like 'Game on!'
Just days ago, mother-daughter nonstop sucking and fucking... Now stickball. Not bad, but the disconnect from my routine made me smirk inwardly.
"I'll grab the ball."
"Yeah! No rush. ...How'd I hit that..."
Leaving Kate reliving the swing, I headed for the ball. Rolled to the hall, right? Poked around the building—no luck. Circled to the back.
Spotted the leather ball near stacked crates.
Went that far? Time to—
"Mmngh... Slurp..."
"…………?"
A woman's voice? Wet sounds, kinda gross... What's behind the hall?
I ducked behind crates, peeked out.
"Slurrrp... Smooch. Chu...♥"
"Hngh. Hnngh...♥ Mmphhh...♥"
My eyes locked on two unveiled nuns lewdly tongue-kissing.
What the. Pussy.