The Confession Booth's Perfect Hole
Sitting on the chair brought my eye level roughly level with it. Standing up, it was at the perfect height to press right against my crotch. There was only one thought that came to mind when I saw it.
A hole for sticking your dick in.
'What a perfect spot for purifying the sins built up inside the body.'
I'd just been bathing with the senior nuns, kneading Isabel's tits until moments ago, so my arousal hadn't subsided at all. Naturally, the one who'd interrupted that flow—this nun named Ramis—should take responsibility for it, right?
I'd never had any intention of doing a real confession with all that pointless chatter. I'd tagged along sneakily because this fairly normal senior nun felt so fresh and new, wondering how I could roast her up nice and slow.
Tits as huge as a cow's udders, matched by big, firm, springy hips. And that kind, soft-hearted face with fluffy sheep-like hair to top it off. There wasn't a single nun better suited for some serious spoiling.
I felt my face heating up with lewd intent, my pent-up lust starting to surge back.
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"Well then, let's begin."
With just a thin wall between us, we sat facing each other on our chairs to start the confession. Ramis's voice came clearly through the round hole in the wall, undistorted by the fabric.
"First off, given what happened... I have something to tell you. From now on, if Sister Isabel asks you to... join her for a bath, don't hesitate—come straight to me. Got it?"
"Yesss..."
Yeah. No way I'm telling you. We're gonna turn that bathhouse into an orgy den.
"Good... Now, faithful one, share any worries on your mind. I'll help however I can..."
"Mmmph..."
At my low, troubled groan, she responded with the gentle tone of someone used to this, trying to ease my tension.
"It's alright, faithful one. Bottling it up can lead to sickness of the heart... I'm always ready to listen."
"...Well, there is one thing."
She patiently coaxed me out with my whiny, hesitant voice, without pressing.
"Yes... Take your time."
"Um, well... it's, y'know... something naughty... Is that okay...?"
"…………."
Ramis fell silent, as if at a loss for words. After about five seconds of quiet, she spoke again, as softly as she could to keep the counseling going.
"I-it's fine... Faithful one. Naughty thoughts... mm. Yes. Everyone has them. I won't tell a soul... Please, just relax and..."
I let out a little "mmph..." hum of hesitation, and she waited calmly until I spilled it myself.
Then the crude words came flooding out.
"Yeah... ...T-truth is, my dick's been acting weird since earlier... It, uh, got huge..."
"D-di-dick?! Faithful one, you can't use such vulgar words...!! Where did you even learn that?!"
Ramis reacted sharply right away. Her trembling voice conjured the image of her face flushing beet red, just like in the bathhouse.
"From a nun... Oh, n-never mind."
I trailed off like I was about to say more. But since "nun" slipped out, she'd probably guess. It was a lie, of course, but after witnessing that depraved scene, she'd assume Isabel or someone taught me dirty stuff.
Starting with "peppy" would've been too embarrassing for me now...
"Haa... No self-control even for a day... How could they corrupt such a pure boy so soon..."
A faint sigh came from beyond the thin fabric. After pondering, Ramis tried to admonish me in her innocent way.
"...I understand, after what happened in the bath. But still..."
"N-no, it's not that. I could hold back the naughty feelings during the bath..."
"...Not because of that?"
"Yeah... Up until the bath, it was just naughty vibes and fine. But then we came out, and I saw you, Sister Ramis... Y-your... The more I looked..."
I cut it off there, leaving her hanging.
"…………."
Ramis was listening so intently there wasn't even a rustle or breath. I heard her swallow.
"...The more you looked?"
Even she couldn't resist asking, her voice quivering slightly with curiosity.
"Y-you won't get mad...?"
"I won't get mad. T-tell me... everything you felt."
"O-okay."
I paused dramatically, took a deep breath, then slowly unpacked my "desires."
"The more I looked at you, Sister Ramis... my dick started tingling, and the naughty feelings surged like crazy..."
"……………."
"Y-your face is so pretty, and your, uh, breasts are huge... Your hips too... It all felt so incredibly lewd... So my dick got massive... I swear, I didn't mean to cum inside earlier, it just happened... It doesn't happen with the other sisters. Weird, right?"
"Only... with me..."
"What should I do...? Even now, mm... thinking of just you, Sister, it won't calm down... Am I broken?"
I subtly pinned the blame on her, making it clear she was the cause.
"That sudden hug earlier..."
She murmured to herself, piecing it together. She'd probably suspected something when I nuzzled her face like a needy pup. She'd seen me ogling her udder-like tits and ass with a horny dog's expression.
Plus, with this freakishly perverse body of mine, was it possible no nun had ever tried scissors with me yet? She'd know her own body's value best.
"……………………."
The long silence. I started trembling my voice anxiously.
"Sister Ramis...? Why're you so quiet...? Y-you're mad, aren't you? Right...? ...S-sorry! I'm so sorry! I-I don't belong in this nunnery. I'll just tell the abbess and go somewhere else..."
As I begged forgiveness in a desperate whine, gearing up to bolt, a panicked Ramis cut me off.
"N-no, no! It's not that! I just needed to think for a moment..."
"Huuuh..."
My shaky, fidgety voice must've carried through the wall—she groaned and rustled about. Then, as if she'd made up her mind, she asked cautiously.
"Um, faithful one... Have you ever... masturbated?"
"M-masturbate? What's that...?"
I played dumb and asked back. She let out an "eek...!" moan, answering in a mortified tone dripping with shame.
"Y-your... th-thing there... g-grab it with your h-hand and... s-stroke it... N-no, what am I even saying...!"
"………."
"………."
Another brief silence.
"Is it... hard to hold back right now...?"
"...Yes."
She sighed softly, then spoke in a trembling voice.
"I-it seems... partly my fault... My breasts and hips are too... lewd... It doesn't happen this bad with the other sisters... But with me, you clung so tight... Mm..."
Her tone was like she was murmuring to herself, laced with a sweet stickiness that hinted at a very feminine expression. Too bad I couldn't see her face.
"So... it might sound weird, but... w-would you like to... put it in here?"
"Sure. Put what in...?"
"Y-your... Raoul's dick... in here..."
Her voice was a near-whisper as she made the crazy suggestion first. Seeing how I was begging to treat her like a bitch in heat, she must've figured I wouldn't refuse. If she was serious about taking responsibility with some service... damn, respect.
Her voice shook so badly that hesitating more might make her bolt and ruin everything.
"Y-yeah... Mm..."
I stood right up, pulled out my half-hard dick, and slid it through the hole.
Swish... The foreskin-covered glans gently lifted the white cloth as this oversized lewd monster gradually revealed itself to Ramis.
"……………Huh?"
My thing was bigger than an adult's even soft—nearly 15cm. Way too massive for my frame, and half-excited, it was already pushing past 20cm. Apricot-hued skin taut over bulging veins.
Just moments ago, I'd been staring down at it; now only Ramis could gaze at it from the other side.
I wasn't an exhibitionist, but showing it to her like this was insanely arousing. Maybe because she was such a prim and proper nun... Watching her react would be extra delicious.
"S-so huge... The books weren't wrong... Definitely not an ordinary boy... Haaah..."
She murmured softly, remembering I was the goddesses' representative.
But didn't this big sis just call "dick" vulgar earlier?
Ramis let out low moans for a while, rustling as she inspected my dick from all angles...
"Then, from now on... I'll calm your dick down with my hand."
She boldly declared the handjob.
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Tok...
A light touch of her fingertip on the glans tip.
"Kyaa?!"
Ramis poked my dick lightly, then yelped cutely at its twitchy reaction and pulled back.
"Mm..."
"A-are you okay?"
"Y-yeah. It felt good, that's all..."
"Haa..."
She poked it tentatively a few more times, then mustered her courage and gripped the whole thing.
Soft warmth and tenderness radiated from her palm against my shaft.
"Y-your dick's so hot... Ahh..."
Immersed in the moment, her speech grew slurred as she toyed with it, slowly stroking my unpeeled dick back and forth.
Swish. Swish...
"Auu... S-Sister... My dick's tingling so much..."
"I-it's fine... It's natural... Just leave it all to me..."
Her voice steadier now. Treating this handjob like an extension of confession, she calmly soothed me, resetting the mood.
I couldn't see her face, but that kind voice made this feel like pure service. Why was that?
F-feels so good...
My dick went fully rigid under her gentle strokes, throbbing wildly in excitement.
"Hauwt?!"
Ramis nearly dropped it mid-throb, panicking and clamping down with her palm.
"Ow!"
"S-sorry...! Did it hurt?"
"N-no... N-not really..."
Startled by my yelp, she quickly loosened her grip. It did sting a bit.
"I'm such an idiot... ...Huuu~"
Apologetic, she suddenly started blowing on my dick.
"Huu... Huu~"
The cool breath from so close tickled it intensely. She cradled my long shaft preciously in one palm, blowing gently, while the other softly petted the upper half like stroking a child.
"Let all the pain fly away... Huu~"
A faint divine power emanated from beyond the wall.
W-what the hell is this big sis doing...?
I-is she seriously blowing on it like it's a scraped knee?
Today, I felt a whole new kind of shame I'd never experienced before.