98. Irina's Secret Itch
Long, flowing brown hair and a smooth, elegant line tracing her upper body. She wasn't much taller than me, maybe just a couple years older—a girl from my senior class, sort of. It was Irina, the girl I'd met when I first arrived at the nunnery, standing right in front of my room door.
"Sister Irina. What brings you here?"
"Oh, um... Well, there wasn't much to do after morning duties today... I, I was bored, so I came to hang out. You're not too busy, are you...?"
Irina fidgeted with her fingers as she asked me timidly. I glanced out into the hallway—no signs of life, so it looked like she'd come alone, without her usual companions, Kate and Linda. Of course, I wasn't dumb enough to point that out.
"No, perfect timing. I was bored out of my mind too. Come on in."
"Th-then, excuse me...!"
I sat her down in the desk chair and perched myself on the edge of the bed. We started chatting casually, but... conversations with women, especially someone around my age, always dragged through the most trivial topics. I kept a straight face, nodding along and tossing in appropriate responses as Irina rambled about everyday stuff.
"I see... Yeah, that makes sense."
"Yeah... I hardly ever leave the nunnery, so I'm always curious about what laypeople like you get up to out there... Um, and, uh... also..."
Irina trailed off mid-sentence, her face flushing a little.
"...I want to get... closer to you, Devotee Raoul. Closer than we are now..."
"R-right... Uh-huh..."
It was surprisingly direct for the usual Irina—no beating around the bush. Hell, it was straight out of some pure romance manga. I was the one getting embarrassed just hearing it.
"I-I like that idea too..."
My response came out shaky too, flustered as I was. And with those cringey words hanging in the air, my ears were burning red. Irina stared at me, taking it all in, then her tense expression softened. She started sneaking these cute sidelong glances my way from her chair.
She swallowed hard with an audible gulp, fell silent for a beat, then parted her cherry lips again.
"...C-can I sit a little closer...?"
"Y-yeah. Of course."
Irina lifted her hips ever so slightly from the chair and shuffled slowly toward the bed where I sat. ...Her steps were super awkward. What was up with that? Sure enough—
"Kyaa! Eek!"
"Whoa!"
As she got right up close, Irina suddenly tripped, stumbling forward. I caught her instinctively, pulling her into my arms. Her light weight landed on top of me, my back arching until it hit the bed sheets. In the end, she ended up straddling me, hugging me tight.
I could feel her perky breasts squishing against my chest... And in that split-second eye contact, our lips were mere inches apart.
"Mmuu..."
Straddling me, Irina's big eyes went wide, her cheeks blazing red. Her arms instinctively wrapped around me... but then she snapped out of it, scrambling off in a panic.
The faint, sweet scent from her brown hair faded as she stood back, head bowed low, face crimson.
"S-s-sorry! That was so embarrassing...!"
"N-no, it's fine...!"
"Haa... What a klutz, tripping like that... You must hate it, right? Some immature girl like me just throwing herself at you...!"
She was suddenly tearing herself down hard, like she was begging for reassurance. ...This was my move—forcing an opening by underselling myself. When someone puts themselves down like that, you've only got one play.
"Not at all. Sister Irina, you're pretty, and you felt soft... I liked it. Well, I didn't hate it, anyway...!"
"R-really...?"
"Yeah...!"
"................"
"................"
A heavy, awkward silence filled my room. Both of us blushing like idiots, she licked her lips nervously and edged closer to me.
"...I'll sit next to you."
She hesitated a moment, then settled her hips lightly beside mine, scooting closer bit by bit with little wiggles. What the hell was this? Some cheesy old-school romance drama? That fall earlier was 100% on purpose. I'm just a pervert who wants to mess around casually with everyone...
I shivered inwardly at the cringe rising up.
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After that, we kept chatting in this heightened state, but eventually, I realized I'd misread her intentions completely. I'd assumed her approach was some pure, sugary crush. Wrong.
She'd tilt her head to bare her pretty neckline... secretly tug at the hem of her loose habit so her breasts pressed against her body... rub her shoulder against mine all shy-like while pretending not to notice... Super awkward, clumsy sex appeal. It overlapped perfectly with Eli before we'd done it for the first time.
Of course... She's fumbling her way through it, just like the others.
Irina wanted to get close, maybe some skinship, but didn't know how—so she went straight for the direct approach. Model student personality or not, curiosity about that stuff didn't just vanish. No plans anyway... Why not tease her a bit? All the senior nuns were out, dorm empty—perfect setup. She knew that too, picking now to close the gap.
Looking closer, she's slim with a pretty nice figure.
That thought stirred my lust naturally. I wanted to make this fresh-faced nun pant in pleasure. The other nuns groping me all lewd-like had me stressed anyway—time to pay it back. Turning a cute one like her honest about her desires? Delicious.
Decision made, I turned to her and spoke.
"Sister Irina."
"Y-yes?"
She'd been squirming, radiating a weird vibe, and jumped at my voice.
I went straight for the kill.
"Does your down there itch too, Sister Irina...?"
"Huh? Down there...? ...Eek!"
Her face went pale with shock, those big eyes locking onto mine.
"D-Devotee... What do you mean...?"
"Well... You've been squirming so much. The other sisters do that too when they're itchy... Ah, they told me not to say anything... N-no, forget it."
I dropped just enough of a hint, then cut myself off.
"No way..."
Her expression froze. Smart girl—she pieced it together instantly: the nuns let me touch their pussies. Not entirely true yet. Direct stuff was just the bathhouse and Ramis's handjob, plus yesterday's group cling-fest.
But her reaction's... weaker than expected?
"........"
I wanted something more intense, but she just swallowed hard, like something clicked. Maybe I overplayed? Was debating hypnosis when—
She murmured softly.
"Ah... That thing Sister Isabel told me earlier... Th-this is what she meant... You'd l-like it..."
She balled her fists cutely on her lap, head bowed, and asked me.
"...Did something happen with you and Sister Isabel...?"
Isabel? She'd caught on? The lewd nun with dark blue hair and those voluptuous tits. My cheeks flushed recalling how I'd kneaded them while helping her masturbate in secret.
"...Can't talk about it."
"Aah... S-so the saintess...!"
She saw my blush and nodded to herself, convinced of something. Totally off-base, but... whatever. She clasped her hands like in prayer for a bit, then relaxed, sneaking peeks at me with rolling eyes. Her cheeks and ears flushed like she'd imagined something naughty.
Avoiding my gaze, she finally spoke.
"...Um... If it itches down there... Do you... touch it for them directly...?"
The cute nun stuttered hard, rubbing her index finger on her knee in embarrassment.
"Y-yeah... They said touching themselves doesn't help much... Ah, crap."
"I-it's fine. You don't have to name names..."
Another beat of silence.
"Um, Devotee. Listen..."
"Yeah?"
Head still down, she turned to meet my eyes.
"I've actually had this itch down there since earlier too... C-could you... help me?"
Aaah, good girl, saying it outright. Perfect. Time to make her squeal under my hands. Seeing her suppress her shame like that filled some void in me with satisfaction.
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The dorm was dead silent, empty as a ghost town. No one visible outside, but at Irina's request, I drew the curtains. Warm sunlight dimmed the room to a hazy glow, but it couldn't hide her flushed face—instead, it amped up the decadent vibe.
Irina stood fidgeting by the bed; I knelt quietly in front of her.
"Alright, now... Could you lift your skirt?"
"Y-yes... Devotee..."
She gazed down at me dreamily, then slowly hiked up her skirt. Gripping the fabric mid-thigh with cute fists, she rolled it up shyly. Her smooth legs came into view—nice and plush, perfect for groping. Her lower body was fuller than her slim upper half suggested. Way hotter than she looks.
"Uuu... Th-there... It's up..."
Blushing furiously, she rolled the skirt to her lower belly, fully exposing her naughty bits. A simple white panty without frills covered her crotch.
"Haa... Haa..."
As I stared at the thin fabric, ragged breaths came from above. She was way turned on by this weird setup. Never imagined it'd go like this, huh?
"Sister Irina, to touch you properly, I'll need to take off your panties. That okay?"
"The p-panties too...?"
She glanced down at her exposed lower half, clutching the fabric. Her face twisted lewdly, like she'd pictured what came next. She licked her dry lips and submitted.
"P-please, do whatever feels right to you, Devotee..."
"Good."
I smiled and hooked my fingers into her panty waistband, sliding them down slowly.