This Can't Be Happening!!!
This can't be happening!!! "Almighty Eve, wrap me in your holy light..." As Claire clasped her hands tightly and recited the prayer, a pure white light seemed to pour down over her body—an illusion, perhaps. In stark contrast to her sacred, saintly appearance...
Plump.
It felt like I could hear that sound. Claire's nun's habit stretched taut. With every surge of holy power she poured out, it seemed to grow even larger.
"Cl-Claire, maybe you should stop now...?"
"Sh-Shut up! Th-This can't be...!"
Unable to accept that her holy power was useless, Claire shook her head vigorously, closed her eyes, and chanted the prayer again. "Embrace me in your merciful arms... Guide me along the holy path..."
In defiance of her pious posture, a vulgar—obscenely large—rod throbbed insistently. Even as fluid leaked from the tip, soaking her nun's habit, Claire kept denying it, scattering more holy power. Each time, the rod hidden beneath her habit twitched and spurted more fluid. A transparent puddle formed at her feet.
Claire furrowed her brow in pain but didn't stop praying. Finally, unable to watch any longer, I grabbed her hands and forced her to halt.
"...Don't interrupt."
"You know it's pointless to keep going... right?"
"Wh-What do you know?!"
Claire growled and glared at me with fierce eyes. I flinched at the menacing look, but pouring more holy power didn't seem wise. I didn't know the principle behind it, but she couldn't draw on infinite energy. Proof? Her whole body was drenched in sweat. The fluid from the rod's tip was copious, but the sweat pouring from her entire body was no less impressive.
"...If you think it's not treating you as abnormal, isn't this the right reaction? So... just stop. You look exhausted."
"..."
Unable to retort, Claire covered her face with her hands and bowed her head.
...The rod remained rigidly erect.
After catching her breath for a moment, Claire lifted her head. The anger that had clouded her face was gone. Instead... there was embarrassment, and a hint of excitement.
"...Asha."
"What."
"...What do I do about this?"
"...You don't know?"
Claire shook her head side to side. Then what the hell did you take it for? ...Well, she must have been that confident. Even I had hoped it would work for Claire right up until this result.
Still, holy power didn't cut it either. I sighed in frustration at yet another failed experiment logged in my research, and Claire mumbled awkwardly.
"...I'm not really mad at you."
"...Yeah?"
I plopped down on the opposite sofa and explained how to make it go away. Claire's face flushed bright red—worse than when it had twisted in anger moments ago.
"..."
"...You already knew the basics, didn't you?"
"I-I did... but... hearing it like this feels... weird."
As if to prove her words, the bulge in Claire's nun's habit twitched. Looking closely, transparent fluid beaded through the fabric.
...Without doing anything, just from this, it seemed holy power actually made her yang energy more abundant.
As I stared openly, Claire shyly covered the front of the rod with her hand—but the stimulation made her waist jerk, and she let out a strange moan.
"Hng?!"
Pitying her, I averted my gaze, but her heated voice followed.
"...Do I really have to do that?"
"As far as I know, yeah."
"S-Since I've taken in holy power, unlike other times... maybe it'll go away if I wait?"
"Who knows..."
Honestly... I thought it was pointless. But I couldn't say the possibility was zero. This was my first time too. So... waiting as she suggested wasn't a bad idea. I had nothing to lose.
"Fine, let's wait like you said."
"...Okay... Oh, and... c-could you clean up here?"
"...Clean up?"
I tilted my head, and Claire explained. The potion she'd had was confiscated from curious nuns, so getting caught like this would be trouble. Plus, someone could walk in any moment, so she needed to erase the traces—but with that attached below, she couldn't do it herself. She was asking me.
I nodded reluctantly. In a way, since I hadn't stopped her outright... I was an accomplice.
"...Sure. Okay. Sit at that desk over there. It'll cover you perfectly."
"Thanks... I'll repay you later."
...Holding a debt from a saintess? Sounded profitable.
Thinking that, I started cleaning. I cracked the window for ventilation, grabbed a cloth from the drawer, and wiped up the hot, sticky traces.
Claire was silent while I cleaned. Or rather, she clenched her fists and mumbled something. No visible change, so probably just praying again.
I tossed the warm cloth into an empty drawer and closed the window. Then checked on Claire.
...Still rigidly erect.
Wiping the sweat from cleaning, a bad premonition hit as Claire spoke.
"...Asha. This... hurts. Is it supposed to?"
"It might if it stays like that."
Claire bit her lip. She seemed anxious. Maybe because it hadn't subsided despite the holy power—in fact, it had grown—and now she looked lacking in confidence, unlike the massive rod.
...Well, of course. She was a woman, after all. A man might know better.
We waited a while longer, but the rod showed no signs of softening. I spoke to Claire's darkened expression.
"...Want help getting rid of it?"
"..."
After staring at her swollen habit for a bit, Claire let out a sigh-like response.
"...Let's do it your way."
"...Good call. I'll look away then... so... go ahead... "
The conversation felt oddly off. I turned my head, and the rustle of cloth reached my ears. It felt like a furnace roaring behind me. Suddenly, the room seemed stiflingly humid.
No other sounds came—just Claire whimpering like a puppy needing to pee.
Soon, her watery voice hit my ears.
"...Asha, I... I can't do it with my own hands."
"...Then what?"
"C-Could you h-help?"
What difference did it make...? But I understood her feelings. After a moment's thought—karma for letting the experiment go on—I nodded to Claire.
A small thanks followed as I turned. There sat Claire, skirt hiked up, on the verge of tears. The rod jutting from her lower body looked... unhealthily vigorous. Veins bulging like ropes—grotesque, even setting aside her tastes. Just visually.
...From this state, holy power was clearly counterproductive. Fine for intense sex with a partner, but not what I wanted.
Another failure. Noting that mentally, I knelt beside her chair. A gulp echoed—hers, swallowing.
I looked up at her member. Up close, it was intimidating. Calming my fluttering heart, I reached out.
The bumpy texture and rising heat met my hand.
"Ngh..."
"Starting now."
I gripped the already slick shaft with both hands and stroked. The ridges caught on my fingers annoyingly, but the copious precum made it glide smoothly. Sticky sounds invaded my ears.
Why? My lower belly tugged faintly.
"Hng... Ungh... Nn..."
With Claire's moans as background, I worked busily. She seemed close, so I sped up... but she only stifled more moans, no release.
...Related to holy power? Too healthy for hand stimulation? No idea. For now... more intensity.
Still stroking, I leaned to the tip. I blew gently on the mushroom head. Claire's hips bucked sharply.
"N-Nowait...!"
Her voice boomed right overhead. Per her plea, I paused—warm fluid dripped onto my head.
...Unavoidable positioning.
"Resuming."
"...Yeah."
Hands moving again. The pulsing rod throbbed under my fingers. Close now. Blowing from the front while stroking. Claire shuddered violently—
A knock at the office door.
"Saintess? Still inside? I have something urgent for review... Coming in?"
"Heh?!"
"Mmph...!"
Mistaking Claire's idiot moan for assent, the door creaked open. Simultaneously, her rod slammed into my mouth.
Startled by the door, Claire yanked back—chair and all—crashing toward the desk. My body recoiled from the sudden thrust, but the rigid erection pierced beyond my lips, invading my throat.
Fishy bitterness and hot throbbing filled my throat. Breathing through my nose, I tried not to stimulate it. The hard desk pressed my nape—no retreat. Moving would alert the nun outside.
"Saintess Claire? Are you unwell?"
"I-I'm fine. J-Just hand over the papers."
"Sorry. It's so urgent... Oh, where's that cute nun who was with you?"
"Sh-She... stepped out to the b-bathroom... briefly."
"I see. Too bad."
The pressure on my throat intensified somehow.
"I-I'll review and bring it back, so y-you can g-go... it's fine."
"Can't make you move unnecessarily, Saintess. I'll wait till you're done."
"Ah..."
"Your face looks pale... You sure you're okay?"
"...F-Fine... totally..."
"Understood."
Bad premonitions never lie. Paper rustled as I quietly breathed through my nose.