Isekai Milf Story - Nunnery Arc (19): The Lewd Winds Blowing Through the Convent
After the bathhouse incident, a strange, lascivious atmosphere began to permeate the nunnery. It mostly stemmed from the senior nuns' behavior toward me—Isabel and Viola, along with the other bathhouse crew, had become even more aggressively touchy-feely with me.
For instance, if I was just chilling, they'd coax me out for a walk, slyly steering me away from my room so I couldn't hole up. Once they dragged me out half against my will, they'd lounge in a quiet corner of the back garden for tea time, showering me with affection. And by "affection," I mean taking turns plopping me on their laps, gently caressing my body, or pressing my head firmly against their breasts from behind... or whispering sweetly into my ear in that melting, feminine purr. Subtle pervy stuff like that.
Ramis was the exception—she didn't pull those moves when we crossed paths, but she'd lick her lips like something was on her mind, her face flushing red. Anyway... this meant the novice nuns, going about their duties, often caught glimpses of the seniors' antics. Those erotic, nun-like caresses. The overly generous skinship contact areas. And my face, flushed crimson, radiating lewd allure.
Some nuns let out breathy "Haaah..." sighs, blushing themselves, but more than I'd expected gulped hard and peeked with intense curiosity. Emboldened, the novices started hovering around me too, aping the seniors exactly. Praising me for the tiniest things and hugging me naturally, or planting a "smack" kiss on my cheek—it became routine. They'd slyly press their breasts against me, then squeal with delight at my embarrassed face.
Agh. Picking up all the wrong habits from their seniors.
Of course, turning this nunnery into my personal orgy den was the ultimate goal, so this vibe was something I welcomed.
These nuns, suppressing their lust for men, soothing themselves with masturbation or grinding their pussies raw—they were already a bit off the rails. The priests had warned them to restrain themselves, but with everyone else sneaking around and a divine revelation to boot, there was zero guilt. Plus, with over eighty nuns here, if they didn't make their move now, they'd get pushed back in line later... That anxiety probably played a part.
One by one, nameless nuns gathered around me. Bereani and Olivia were still racking their brains over how to set rules regarding me, seemingly oblivious to how aggressively the others were coming on. The way they acted all prim and proper in front of those two suggested some unspoken agreement to hold back around them.
As for Stella... with all these big-sis nuns circling me like a fortress, she couldn't even bully me if she tried. Wonder which sis I'll play with next.
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Morning duties ended, and before lunch, the nuns enjoyed some free time. In the chapter room, emptied as everyone else filed out, three nuns lingered—two with brown hair and one redhead, huddled close, listening intently.
"So Irina's jealous of the other nuns too, huh?"
"Th-that's not what I meant...!! I-I'm just purely worried about Raoul the devotee..."
"Oh, Irina. You're making that super dishonest face again. Right, Linda?"
"...Yeah."
"Eek! L-Linda too...!"
Even shy Linda chimed in with Kate, making Irina's face burn as she wailed. But she soon sighed deeply, continuing in a calmer tone.
"...You're right. But I-I'm... a girl too, so of course I have some interest. And Raoul the devotee is so cute... Seems kind and caring... Plus..."
Her voice grew timid.
"...I talked to him first, of all people..."
"Then just go for it! Hug him like the other nuns. Like this—squeeze~."
Kate demonstrated by softly hugging Linda beside her. Linda's cheeks flushed pink, but she didn't budge.
"I-I... couldn't do something that embarrassing..."
"...Wasn't the whole point to do embarrassing stuff? Irina, Olivia told you to get close to him first, so it's easy for you, right?"
"True, but... What about you, Kate? Aren't you doing anything with Raoul the devotee? I remember you saying at the chapel how interested you were..."
"Me? Totally interested. But ugh... with all those senior nuns swarming him, my head throbs just thinking about it. Eh, opportunity will come later, right?"
"You're so bold, Kate..."
Irina didn't fully agree but kept it to herself.
'Opportunity later, huh...'
Irina was a smart girl—quick to absorb lessons, high comprehension. To her, if she didn't act now, there'd be no gap to squeeze into with that adorable boy. Even if the goddess's revelation meant sharing affection with as many as possible... Raoul's own wishes mattered; no one could force who he picked.
In other words, the nuns flirting lewdly, sexily appealing... they had the edge. His heart would naturally lean that way. They were aggressive... with killer bodies... If they claimed him first, would it ever reach her?
Irina didn't think so.
'If only my breasts were bigger like the others...'
She glanced down at her modest B-cups, sighing inwardly. They were perky enough, but compared to Kate right there or shy Linda's ample C-cups, they felt small.
"...I need to think more about this. Thanks for listening, Kate, Linda."
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Saying she needed time to think, Irina parted from them first and trudged alone down the empty corridor.
'Should I be bolder...?'
Kate might be right. With Olivia tasking her to look after Raoul, she could invent excuses to stick close.
'...So many busty nuns... Sigh...'
"Oh my. Sister Irina, why the gloomy face while walking?"
Head down, Irina looked up reflexively at the voice ahead. Beautiful dark blue long hair, a soft smile beneath. Voluptuous breasts with a blue badge.
"Ah, Sister Isabel... Hello..."
"My, your voice sounds so listless. Some worry on your mind?"
"Ah, n-no... It's nothing."
Irina tried to brush it off, but her unstable vibe was obvious—no one would let that slide. Isabel, sharp as ever, had always admired Irina's smarts anyway.
"Don't hold back—pour out your heart. I'm no dedicated counselor like Sister Ramis, but... I might help somehow."
"Help..."
Irina glanced at Isabel. Gentle smile, intellectual beauty.
'...She might have answers.'
Blushing and hesitating, Irina spilled the same worries she'd shared with Kate and Linda.
"Hmm... I see... It's about Raoul the devotee."
"Y-yes. But unlike the others, I don't have a g-great body..."
Isabel beamed inwardly at Irina's pouty mutter—so cute—and chuckled.
'Heh, not true at all.'
Irina had a slim, pretty figure—no slouch. Just still growing, outshone by the bustier seniors.
'One more won't hurt...'
Isabel decided to encourage this cute nun.
"Not at all. The devotee is interested in all us sisters. You too, Irina."
"R-really?"
"Of course. Might sound naughty, but... our bodies too. Hehe."
She bent down to eye level, whispering softly into Irina's ear.
"Eek. Haaah..."
Isabel smiled at Irina's flushed face. Mentioning bodies reminded her of two days ago in the bathhouse—Raoul lewdly kneading her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples, while she secretly fingered herself...
'Can't tell her that... ♥'
Shivering at the memory, Isabel continued gently.
"Why not approach him boldly? ...He'll surely do something you'll love."
"Wh-what? Um... What do you do, Sister Isabel...?"
"Hehe. That's a secret until you try it yourself."
"Mmph..."
Seeing Irina's innocent pout, Isabel relaxed completely.
'Such a pure girl... At most, she'll kiss his cheek or play house. Ah~ I miss that innocent age.'
Isabel listened to the pure nun's worries a bit longer.
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Today was Friday.
'Tomorrow back to the general store.'
As Entike and Cecilia agreed, I could go out freely on weekends—with a guardian, of course. But would that horny mother-daughter duo, starved for my body for nearly a week, take it slow? Cecilia said she'd pick me up early Saturday morning. No reason for me, itchy from lack of pussy, to refuse—just enjoy some sticky sex and return.
Looks like everyone's really gone.
Senior nuns periodically went to town for social service. Patrolling with priests for healing, distributing food to the hungry—or combat nuns like red-haired Karami taking daily quests or heavy labor.
I figured lazy Stella would stay in, but nope—from the window, I saw her head out in simple, lightly made-up dress. Total playgirl vibe—won't she get in trouble?
Anyway... the nunnery was down to Olivia doing paperwork and some Irina-aged novices. No morning lessons or duties after breakfast, so I lounged idly in my room like a bum.
Then...
Knock knock.
"Devotee? Are you inside...?"
A familiar girl's voice came from outside the door.