Isekai Milf Story - Nunnery Arc (16)
I opened the bathroom door and looked at the nun who had just entered.
She was a stunning beauty in her mid-to-late twenties, around 170cm tall. The blue badge on her habit marked her as a senior nun, just like Entike. Her sky-blue hair shimmered with a subtle azure glow, styled in fluffy, sheep-like waves that cascaded down to her back. Her face had that same sagging, gentle impression as Mary's, giving off an endlessly compassionate vibe—and it seemed spot-on. Even now, as she stared at our tangled, lewd mess, her angry expression wasn't the least bit threatening; it was just adorable. The kind of face that would embrace any spoiled tantrum without hesitation.
Too bad she wasn't naked, but judging by the laundry basket in her hands, she'd probably peeked in to check if anyone was using the bath first. Still, those massive, overflowing cow udders straining against her habit and her plump, juicy ass made it easy to guess they were bigger than any other nun's here.
"Wh-what on earth is... this...?"
The flustered nun gaped, her voice trembling as she took in the sight of Isabel sitting on the sink counter and me wrapped around her from behind. Isabel, draped in just a single towel, her face flushed beet red, while I hugged her back. And Isabel, rubbing her head lewdly against my chest, her breasts and pussy completely exposed, holding my hand intertwined with hers. From this angle and those expressions alone, it looked exactly like Isabel was sexually exploiting me.
Which, of course, she was.
"Th-this is blasphemy! Sister Isabel. And the other sisters too...!!"
The nun at the door stammered, her face burning crimson.
"P-please calm down, Sister Ramis. It's not what you think..."
Isabel panicked, pulling away from me and jumping to her feet. Schlop♥ As her ass peeled away, I heard a lewd water sound. Her butt, which she'd been grinding into her own pussy juice puddle, jiggled tautly, glistening slick with her arousal. She hurried over to the nun called Ramis, trying to explain in distress, but Ramis kept lecturing her with that flushed face.
"...I get that the rumors got everyone excited...! But it's only been three or four hours since then! Have you already forgotten what Priestess Bereani told you about restraint?"
"Um... Sister. The truth is, I was just explaining how to use the bath, and things got like this. He hasn't even washed properly yet—doesn't that make him pitiful? So I was showing him around..."
"Even so... d-does that explain why you're overlapping bodies without covering anything...?"
"...I'll be more careful next time. Please don't tell anyone, okay?"
Isabel clasped her hands in front of her, pleading with Ramis. Ramis glanced at me—sitting demurely with a flushed face—and let out a small sigh.
"...Fine. But if it happens again, I won't let it slide. And... bath time will have to wait. Clean up as quickly as possible and send Raoul the devotee out. I'll take him."
"Yay! Thank you for your mercy. Oh, right. For the bath... no one uses it after 8 PM, so that should work."
"...Please stick to it."
The sheep-fluffy sky-blue haired nun—Ramis—said that and left again.
"Phew..."
Isabel sighed in relief, glanced at me, then huddled with the other three nuns, whispering. After a brief chat, they all nodded in unison. Isabel approached me again, her breasts and ass jiggling lewdly, then squatted in front of me to relay what they'd discussed.
"We want to get even closer to you, Raoul the devotee, by bathing together... What do you think?"
Her usual relaxed expression was gone, replaced by a hint of anxiety. She widened her eyes, batting her lashes cutely, begging me not to refuse.
Of course, I had no intention of refusing.
"...I-I'd like that too. B-bathing together..."
"Really? Thank goodness...♥"
Isabel beamed genuinely, grabbing my hand and shaking it excitedly before her face naturally shifted back to that sultry allure. Still squatting, she brought her lips to my ear and whispered sweetly.
"Then... like this. We always bathe around 9 PM... So if you come to the bath then, no one else will be there. ...We'll be waiting for you anytime... Mwah♥"
She tilted her head and planted a cute peck on my cheek.
"Please don't feel burdened—come find us whenever you want. Don't forget 9 PM♥"
And so, I arranged a bath rendezvous with Isabel, Viola, and the other senior nuns.
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I wiped myself down roughly and changed into the clothes I'd stashed in the locker room.
"Ah, there you are. ...Good thing."
As I pushed open the door, Ramis was waiting, leaning against the wall. No laundry basket in sight—she must have left it in her room. Damn, those tits are fucking huge. Easily H-cup. Right up there with Abbess Olivia's? ...Makes me horny again.
The hot steam had me on edge already, and I'd forced down my erection to come out. But staring at those cow-udder tits, my lust was bubbling up again. I could probably squeeze one out riding the mood from earlier, I was thinking, when this Ramis nun blocked it.
If this were right after Isekai'd here, I could've suppressed my urges. But after wallowing in sloppy sex and debauched living, my body was like Pavlov's dog—naturally getting excited, commanding me to dive back into pervy deeds.
"Ughhh..."
I couldn't control my aroused body, my face flushed with shame and excitement as I looked up at Ramis.
"D-devotee...? ...Haa. Those sisters are really..."
Reading the lewd, adult-like lust in my eyes—impossible for someone my age—Ramis flushed like a beet, recalling the bath scene, and sighed deeply.
"Yeah..."
Poke.
I stopped thinking and toddled over to her, gently hugging her waist. Burying my dazed, horny face against her breast side like a baby animal, I nuzzled my nose against her.
"Mmm...♥"
Rub rub...
"W-whoa... Devotee... y-you can't do th-this..."
Startled by my animalistic clinging, Ramis froze before gently prying me off with the kindest touch.
"Ah... S-sorry. I just... lost control..."
My mind had gone fuzzy, and I'd acted on impulse—it felt way better than expected. And she smelled amazing. Ramis let out a soft, "Aah..." lewd moan, then shook her head to snap out of it. Her melted expression suggested she didn't hate it.
That gap between her cow-udder body and her cute reaction is pretty moe.
"...Looks like you need to cool your head a bit... Come outside with me for a moment."
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A bright day with a few clouds in the clear blue sky. Ramis took me out of the dorm to clear my head, and strolling calmly through the back garden helped my mind settle a little. My arousal hadn't faded, but at least I could think straight-ish now.
The sun had dipped since earlier—over an hour must've passed. Time flies when you're groping tits.
And a sudden thought: Didn't know there were nuns like this.
From barging in and scolding right away to her shy reactions, she felt the most "proper" of all the senior nuns I'd seen. Olivia or Bereani might've played along due to their positions, but that's hierarchy for you.
If it'd been Phila, Raina, or even Irina who'd walked in, they'd have fallen for Isabel's seduction and joined the sloppy orgy with me for sure.
"Feeling calmer now?"
"Yeah... a bit..."
"Good. I-I was a little flustered too, back there. You hugged me so suddenly..."
Ramis blushed faintly on her cheeks, hesitating before speaking softly.
"...If something like that happens again, you can talk to me. I'll counsel you calmly..."
"Counsel?"
"Yes. I mainly hear confessions from other nuns and laypeople—their worries, or sins they've committed by mistake. Oh, you might not know... Ever heard of confession?"
"Ah, yeah, I have..."
Confession, huh. Perfect for that overflowing compassionate face and her cock-teasing cow body. As a senior nun, she could've gone to anyone, but Olivia probably assigned her specifically. Otherwise, with sisters like Isabel handling counseling, it'd 100% end in intense lesbian sex.
She seemed to steadfastly uphold her faith amid the nunnery's sweet, naughty atmosphere—natural she'd handle this role. Yeah. My sudden urge to act spoiled was just a natural reaction.
My eyes filled with creeping lust again.
"...Your face is still a bit red... How about we talk calmly in the confessional?"
"If so... I'd like that."
I accepted her offer without hesitation.
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The quiet back garden, empty as ever. We passed the spot where Kate and the other three had been playing catch, heading to the chapel. No kissing sounds from the back this time. Inside the empty chapel, rows of long pews stretched out. Stairs to rooms and upstairs flanked the front; Ramis opened one door, gesturing me in.
A short hallway with two side-by-side doors—not far apart, easy to guess this was the confessional.
Ramis smiled gently, beckoning.
"Go in the left door. I'll take the right..."
Inside, sunlight filtered through a small window, softly illuminating the space. A single chair against the wall. Opposite it, a round hole in the wall covered by a thin cloth.
That's...
A familiar trope hit me. !
My eyes widened like a mischievous cat, staring intently at the hole.