Chapter 28: The Nun's Lewd Lesson
To be honest, I was a bit dumbfounded.
For the sake of our future, I'd desperately deceived Benedict.
Honestly, I hadn't gone through much hardship in the process. The most annoying part—catching a single leomel—had been handled by Sebastian in my stead. All I'd done was transfer a tiny fraction of my power to it and put on a decent act.
Hell, even farm work was a tad more exhausting. Not by much, though.
Still, I'd put in enough effort to feel like I'd actually accomplished something.
So what was our saintly Viola, the nun in question, doing right now? In my room, no less, furiously pleasuring herself to the point of squirting pussy juice everywhere.
And desperately calling my name while she did it.
Wasn't she just the most lascivious, lewd nun imaginable?
"Uh... uh...? F-Father... Kasian...?"
Viola's eyes trembled in shock as she spotted me.
Yeah, I bet it was startling. The guy who'd gone out to hunt monsters was back after barely an hour.
"Haha, Miss Viola. Why the panic?"
"N-No...?"
I didn't hide my slight irritation—or the overwhelming lust that easily drowned it out.
I sat in the chair in my room, crossing my legs as I stared at her.
"Go on and finish, Miss Viola."
"E-Eh, th-that's... um..."
"Why stop now? The man you were calling for so desperately is here."
"Nngh... hnnngh...!"
Her face flushed crimson as she hung her head.
She seemed aware of just how shameful her actions were.
I decided to press her a little harder. In the most depraved way, naturally.
"I'm here, the one you were longing for so badly. So why aren't you finishing?"
"Y-You're... watching... Father..."
"Yes, I am. Didn't you call for me to watch?"
-Twitch! Twitch!
Viola's body shuddered violently. She must have been drowning in humiliation. But even more than that, her lewd body seemed unable to contain itself.
In the end, she surrendered to her instincts.
-Rub!
"Nngh...!"
Viola started rubbing her pussy with her fingers again.
-Rub! Rub! Rub!
"Hnn! Hn! Ah, aaah, haaang, F-Father... ah...!"
She jumped in surprise even as she moaned my name. There was only one meaning behind that.
Her actions were pure instinct—something she did naturally.
Yes, calling my name while masturbating was her instinct.
Put another way...
"So I'm the man fucking you in your fantasies, Miss Viola."
I was her masturbation fodder.
"Nngh...!"
"No need to be embarrassed. That's what masturbation is for."
"M-Masturbation..."
"Yes, masturbation. What you're doing right now."
"Nngh...!"
Viola clearly knew the word. Conceptually, at least.
The key point was that she was still ashamed of it.
What a ridiculous woman. Her body was as slutty as any whore rolling in a brothel, yet her mind was still a garden of purity, brimming with shame.
Wasn't she the most obscenely lewd woman possible?
To such a woman—this bitch in heat who'd dared comfort herself before her master returned—I decided to administer punishment personally.
"Miss Viola, you can be a bit more aggressive when you masturbate."
"M-More... aggressively...?"
"Yes."
I moved behind her and brought my hand straight to her pussy.
Just like she'd done before. Just like she must have done while I was away.
-Plunge!
"Hnnnngh...!"
I slid my finger into her pussy.
"You can shove it in like this..."
I stroked the sensitive spots I'd discovered from fucking her countless times before.
-Stroke!
"Haaah...!?"
"Or rub here."
Viola kept twitching and staring at me, but I casually began defiling her further.
"Miss Viola, why do your reactions seem even more intense than before?"
"B-Because... your... fingers are... rougher... and thicker... Father..."
The moment my finger entered, her insides writhed and clenched wildly.
She was feeling it immensely. From just one finger in her pussy.
How lewd could a woman be? I started thrusting into her pussy mercilessly.
-Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Ahng, aangh, ng, uuang, ah, ang, ang, haaang, ng, uuaaaang...!"
Viola moaned wildly, her body shaking as her pussy clamped down even harder on my fingers. Even with two inside, it was incredibly tight.
At the same time, her sweet nectar gushed over my fingers. Truly, the most wanton and obscene nun.
"Miss Viola, thrust like this. When I'm not here, imagine me—imagine these fingers."
-Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
I whispered filthy words into her ear while relentlessly finger-fucking her pussy with two digits.
Not just thrusting, of course.
-Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
Each plunge poked her inner walls once.
Viola reacted far more sensitively than before.
"Aaaang, aaang, th-that's, too much, too muuuch, can't, can't do it, can't imagine, these fingers, I caaan't...♡"
Her small, soft hands—delicate hands utterly unlike my own—trembled as they gripped my arm.
They could never mimic mine.
"So without me, you can't cum properly, you lewd pervert."
"Th-That's... not... nooo...!"
Even as she denied it, my bed beneath her was soaked with her juices. Clearly, she could cum from solo play. Good girl.
Which meant...
-Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! -Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
I needed to make her cum harder.
"Aaang, ang, ang, aaang, faster, Father, Father, faster, faaaster, cumming, cumming, noo, nooo, Faaaather, Faaaather, Fatherrrr...!!"
-Squiiiirt!!
"Haaaaaaaang...!"
Viola squirted spectacularly again as she climaxed. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and licked the juices clean.
"Hah... hah... hah... hah..."
Viola panted heavily, and the scent of her pussy juice drove me wild.
But I needed to compose myself.
I cast Clean Magic on the room and her, then stood.
"Miss Viola, if you're tired, sleep here in my room. But I'll punish you separately for messing it up without permission."
"P-Punish... p-punishment...?"
"Yes, punishment. I'll give it to you... yes, once Brother Benedict returns to the Holy Nation."
With that, I left her and headed to the church, where I found Benedict at prayer.
"You look a mess."
"Haha... yeah..."
"Looks like you'll need to rest in the village for a few days."
"Yes... that's right."
Benedict bowed his head apologetically.
I shook mine—no need to thank me.
Even so, he expressed his gratitude.
"No, thank you. From the search to this... I owe you so much, Brother Kasian."
"Haha, it's nothing."
"No way. You provided lodging, and we wouldn't have found it without you."
My conscience stung, but I let it slide.
Evening came...
"Brother Benedict."
"Sister Viola, what is it?"
"...Hold still for a moment."
-Shiiiine...
...Viola used a recovery holy spell. On Benedict.
What? She could do that?
This was confusing.
And it wasn't basic-level either. His wounds vanished completely, and the pain seemed greatly eased.
"...I've maxed out the recovery, so you'll be starving."
"Truly... thank you, Sister."
"So..."
Viola trailed off, then said something that shocked me.
"Eat a hearty dinner, and you can head back tomorrow. To the Holy Nation."
A direct translation: 'I'll feed you one more meal, then leave.'
Benedict was portrayed as oblivious to romance, but as a future Holy Knight Commander, he was sharp about this sort of thing.
"I'll keep that in mind, Sister."
And the next day, Benedict ate breakfast and left for the Holy Nation.
Watching him go, Viola whispered softly.
"So... Father Kasian... you'll give me... my punishment...?"
......
I'd raised one hell of a masochistic bitch.