Isekai Milf Story - Nunnery Edition (11)
"...You're watching something fun, huh."
I was sitting on the bed when her voice made me jump, and I whipped my head around. There she stood, right in front of me—the woman I'd been waiting for.
Beautifully rippling blonde hair. Delicately curled seaweed-like locks. And beneath it, a petite, adorable figure...
It was none other than my patron goddess, Luis.
I gave a light bow in greeting, then tilted my head quizzically.
"...Weren't you all flashy with a white flash last time?"
"Oh, that? I only descend like that when there's no one around to notice. Normally, I slip in quietly like this. Why, there's a priestess nearby—wouldn't want her sensing divine power and causing trouble."
"Fair point. Gotta keep your presence hidden."
"Exactly. But... mmph... anyway, could you put away that crystal orb?"
"Ah."
At her words, I glanced down at the crystal orb in my hand. Inside, the nuns were pressed naked against each other, mashing their breasts together in thick, heated sex.
I made the orb vanish and shot Luis a sidelong glance.
"You're not blushing as hard as before."
I remembered back in the Gods' Space—just hearing about her fellow lower goddesses' orgies had turned her face beet red, leaving her stammering.
"...Think about everything you've done so far."
"Mmm..."
I had to concede the point. After all the perverted antics with the mother-daughter duo at the general store, I might've built up some tolerance for raw, primal pleasure like this. Though she'd said my body type wasn't her thing... guess she still peeks.
"How've you been, Luis? Any progress on that mid-tier goddess promotion?"
"The promotion? It's going well, but it'll take time. Can't just promote top scorers willy-nilly. And otherwise... nothing much. Anyway..."
Luis took a breath, then continued.
"Truth is, I'd love to chat and catch up, but I can't stay long. This is a quick visit—no official report or anything."
"...Did I rush you? Sorry."
"It's fine. Oh, and next time you want to talk, just focus your divine power, think of me, and whisper it in your mind. No need for weird rituals. Hehe."
Luis smirked, clearly recalling the bizarre lengths I'd gone to summon her. Before dinner, as the sun set, I'd felt the need to discuss future plans. Not knowing how, I'd flailed at thin air, even grabbed paper to draw explanatory pictures and held them high.
Whether the other goddesses told her or she saw it herself, at least she'd witnessed it.
"So simple... Alright, straight to business."
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Unable to hypnotize multiples, I racked my brain over optimizing my ability when asking for direct help might be smarter. Lesbian or not, a nunnery indulging in man-woman sex—with a kid like me? Near impossible. If I were the pope, I'd purge them as heretics on the spot.
Priestess Bereani. Her ability to commune directly with goddesses meant high rank in the diocese. Priests were publicly pure, so their political sway was limited, but their words carried massive influence.
To turn the nunnery into an orgy den, buttering up Bereani was key. But hypnotizing her? She hears the goddesses—crossing that line felt risky. I was just a lower goddess's plaything. If a mid-tier goddess caught wind, things could unravel.
So I'd called Luis for advice and aid. Bonus if we solved it sans hypnosis. Exposure would be disastrous.
I laid out my thoughts to her.
"I see... Smart thinking. Not bad. But you're missing something: this world has way more followers of lower goddesses than mid-tier ones."
"Huh?"
At my blank look, Luis explained.
Simply put: High goddess Ilisia and mid-tiers handled big decisions in executive meetings. Lower goddesses dominated frontline human contact, naturally leading to more worship. Sure, scriptures exalted Ilisia as supreme, but humans favored the goddesses right in front of them.
"Pros and cons, y'know? That's why Ilisia lets mid-tiers have at least one proxy each. Keeps lower goddesses from stirring unrest below. Gives proxies a name to boast."
Makes sense. Luis, a lower goddess, had just earned proxy privileges like a top-student award. The others might be getting antsy.
"So... could you descend before the priestess and issue an oracle?"
"...Something impure, right?"
"Yes."
"N-No way."
"Aw, why not."
"It's embarrassing."
"Then... ask the other goddesses? Like Kasia."
Luis's peer: blue bobbed hair, sleek slender body. Cool personality, mediated goddess squabbles during my customization. She'd seduce Bereani properly.
"Kasia? She'd probably do it. Her type would find this fun. Hold on."
Luis pondered, then spoke.
"This is Maribi's territory. Might be iffy."
"M-Maribi?"
Maribi... that woman. Rich brown long hair with natural black streaks. During the first lesbian orgy, when Kasia and I barged in, she'd been the only one unflinching—casually exposing her drool-slicked massive tits and pussy while serviced by four at once. Total queen vibe.
"Yeah, Maribi. Most of the Glissen Kingdom falls under the Pure White Faithful Society—her faction. Religious freedom exists, but as state religion, they're dominant. Kasia might cause friction."
"Can't be done?"
"Not impossible. Priests heed her, but it could irk Maribi. She'd understand our collusion on your summoning, but might resent the slight."
Pure White Faithful Society... Maribi... Dizzying. Asking her directly? She'd twist the oracle her way. Queen types act first, apologize later with a "Sorry~". But if Luis promoted before her, couldn't I leverage my patron?
"I'll smooth things with Maribi later. Please ask Kasia."
"Mmm... She might hold a grudge, but whatever. Over something this trivial?"
"…………."
Don't jinx it. Now I'm worried.
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So I asked Luis to have Kasia descend and deliver a suitably lewd oracle to Bereani. Luis agreed, bowed lightly, and returned to the Gods' Space. I lay back, mulling our talk.
Pure White Faithful Society. Maribi. Nunnery. Lesbians... The unusually intimate vibe, free-spirited air, mixed honorifics—odd dissonance. Now it clicked.
I sat up, walked to the bookshelf by the desk, and pulled out the holy book.
Flip, flip...
"...So that's it."
Reading quietly, I flinched at the passage.
‘Love between the same sex is taboo, but one must show generous tolerance for unavoidable incidents.’
Modern read: no biggie. But most religions condemn it, and allowing this in a nunnery? Exceptionally lenient.
Cooped up, suppressing lust is hard. Official tolerance? Fuck freely, confess later. Done.
No prohibitions on excessive same-sex contact—instead, subtly encouraged under "deepening faith." Like a store owner saying, "Steal freely, we'll forgive." No cops, no laws.
No wonder their orgies.
I closed the book, shelved it, and hit the bed.
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Priestess Bereani stayed in a small private room in the chapel. Ideally, she'd reside at Tierin Cathedral, but with others there, she taught and counseled here—finding fulfillment among these cute nuns.
She'd heard goddesses sporadically, but never met one.
Brush, brush...
Early morning. Bereani brushed her flowing silver hair neatly. Priests must embody piety—immaculate appearance standard.
Priestess, can you hear me?
"…………!!"
Bereani froze mid-brush, eyes widening at the voice echoing in her mind. Undeniably laced with divine power—a goddess.
Yes, Goddess. I hear you.
First private contact outside formal prayer. Heart pounding, she replied mentally.
Good. I'll descend soon—wait at the chapel center. Alright?
‘………!!’
Y-Yes...!! Preparing to receive you now...!
Hehe. Come when ready.
Thrilled, Bereani changed into her neatly folded priestess robes. First one-on-one with a goddess. The voice's crisp tone differed from Maribi's—another deity—but any priest would revel in the honor, faction aside.
Deep breath. She stepped out, trembling toward the chapel.
Opening the door carefully...
She gasped in awe.
"Ah, a-ahh..."
Lustrous, flowing blue bobbed hair. Unreal beauty, sleek slender form. Soft pure-white fabric draping her sculpted body.
"Oh, there you are?"
Lower goddess Kasia waited at the chapel center.