#31 - Sister Viola Begs Vulgarly for My Cock After Getting What She Wanted

Very crudely, she started craving it. So crudely it was almost laughable.

"P-please... g-give it to meee... I-I'm... br-breaking... br-breaking..."

"I won't know unless you say it precisely, Miss Viola."

Of course, I had no intention of giving Viola what she wanted first.

I was debating whether to make her beg even more crudely.

Was I mad at her? No, not at all. While I was off dealing with Benedict—hardly a hardship—slaying the monster I'd created, she'd been masturbating in my room and squirting like a fountain. It was unexpected, but I had no plans to get angry about it.

I'm not the type to get mad over something like that in the first place. I'm an incubus. I've come to understand exactly what an incubus's instincts entail from ravaging Viola.

That's why it only made her more endearing.

The sight of Viola imagining me, pleasuring herself surrounded by my scent in my room—it was utterly lovable, and it made me desperately want to fuck her.

Even so, the reason I tormented her was because I wanted to thoroughly subjugate her beneath me.

Beyond submission—I wanted to make her unable to live without me.

Why? Because that's what I, an incubus, desired.

I released my grip on Viola's plump, springy ass.

Instead, I slapped it once more.

-Whap! -Smack!

"Hya啊啊啊啊啊...!"

Viola trembled violently, squirting again. She looked incredibly lewd.

At the same time, it awakened my instinct to ravage her even more.

Yeah, it was getting hard to hold back now. Maybe it had been impossible for a while already.

Even so, I suppressed that instinct as much as possible and coaxed her words.

"What should I give you, Miss Viola?"

"Th-that... th-that thing..."

Viola had cum ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠countless times without even seeing, her pussy relentlessly fucked.

Yet shame kept her from voicing her desire, from putting words to her instincts.

To tease those instincts, I decided to remove her restraint.

-Shh...

I untied her blindfold, and Viola's eyes came into view.

Those newly visible eyes looked profoundly lewd. Beyond hazy—they brimmed with raw lust.

What an utterly lascivious nun.

"Q-quickly... g-give it to meee..."

"What should I give you? Tell me with your own mouth, Miss Viola."

Yeah, say it quick.

Say it with that ridiculously slutty mouth of yours.

Beg for my cock, plead for me to shove it in your pussy.

Then I'll gladly give it to you.

As if hearing my unspoken demand, Viola's gaze shifted to my cock.

With her moistening eyes and dazed look, she said exactly what I wanted.

"G-give it to me... F-Father's... cock... d-dick... d-diiiick... please...♡"

She'd cast aside even the last shred of shame, begging me for my cock.

The moment I heard it, I yanked down her panties and stripped them off.

-Squelch!

"Haaaaaaaang♡"

I thrust my cock into her and started shaking my hips.

-Paang! Paang! Paang! Paang! Paang! Paang! Paang! Paang!

My pelvis slammed against Viola's ass, pulling away, over and over.

At the same time, my cock plunged deep inside her, withdrawing repeatedly.

"Haang, ahng, euaang, ang, aang, ang, ang, ang, aaang...!"

Viola moaned like a beast in heat, and as I rocked my hips, I questioned her.

"How... is it... Miss Viola... does it... feel good?"

"Haang, aaang, y-yes... yesss... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Father... your d-dick... inside... inside... pounding... haaard... y-yes... yesss♡"

With her tongue lolling out, fully surrendered to her lewd instincts, Viola cried it aloud.

My cock felt good inside her, pounding her womb—it felt so good.

Her words were so stimulating, yet I wanted to torment her more.

Fortunately, I had a way to do just that right in front of me.

-Whap! -Smack!!

"Hiiiiiing♡"

When I slapped her ass, her pussy clenched wildly in spasms.

As if getting spanked felt that amazing, as if it was what her instincts truly craved.

Of course, Viola came pathetically again, and I gripped her hips, thrusting while repeatedly slapping her ass.

-Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang! -Whap! Smack! Whap! Smack! Whap! Smack!

Normally, I'd hold back for her sake, spanking lightly, moderately firm.

But not now. I wanted to surrender to my lust, fuck her over and over, defile her endlessly.

The future saint—I wanted to make her completely mine, dye her in my colors.

Surrendering to that instinct, I rocked my hips and slapped her ass, ravaging her relentlessly.

"Ang, ack, aaang, yes, spanking... my ass... yes... Father's... d-dick... yesssh... haung, ng, ung, euang♡"

Face-down, Viola wailed in ecstasy. It felt good, fuck her more.

She looked less like a sacred church nun and more like a lewd whore.

But unlike a whore, she spread her legs only for me, got fucked only by me—and no one else could ever touch her. She was mine alone.

-Whap! Smack! -Paang!

"Hua啊啊啊啊啊...♡"

Viola came ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠again in the meantime, her body shuddering.

"Miss Viola, are you okay?"

I asked without thinking, but her response was perfectly consistent.

"Hng... heuu... huat... haang...♡ Ang...♡ Heut...♡"

...Even without me thrusting or spanking, she was cumming on her own, over and over.

If I tormented her more, she'd surely break. I was certain of it.

So, I embraced her.

With my cock still buried in her pussy, I hugged her tight.

And...

-Spurt! Spuuurt!

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠flooded her insides with my semen.

"Haaaaaaa...♡ Ah... aaah...♡"

-Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!

I let go of the trembling Viola, pulled out, and shook the remaining semen onto her body.

-Spuuurt! Spurt!

My cum splattered across Viola's body, and I gazed at her, coated in it.

No matter how many times I saw it, she was so lovable like that—covered in my seed.

I roughly cleaned up my semen with Clean Magic and embraced her again.

Viola wriggled cutely and burrowed into my arms.

"F-Father...♡ F-Fatherrr...♡"

"Yes, Miss Viola."

"Y-yes... hehe..."

...With those words, Viola fell asleep in my arms, snoring softly. I held her and stroked her gently.

Normally, I'd leave her be, just cover her with a blanket, and head to my own room to sleep.

But not tonight. I wanted to hold her, keep her in my arms as we slept together.

Having already followed my instincts several times, I surrendered to them once more.

I chose to sleep embracing Viola—something my usual self would never do.

And the moment I drifted off...

......Unknowingly, I slipped into Viola's dream.

*

In the dream, Viola wasn't the voluptuous beauty she was now.

She was a little girl. A tiny orphan without backing, bullied at the convent.

It wasn't overly harsh, but some crossed the line a bit.

Teasing her for having no parents, dirtying her food, dumping laundry on her on purpose, soiling the clothes she'd washed...

Even as an incubus in her dream, I didn't intervene.

It frustrated and annoyed me, but it also let me understand why she'd become the novel's protagonist... why she'd captivated all those male leads.

I knew because I was an incubus, ruler of the night and lord of dreams.

This was her past.

So I watched. To see how she'd respond.

Viola never fought back against her tormentors. She just smiled serenely and endured it.

Her lovable demeanor, innocent smile, and boundless kindness.

Admiring her, proud of her spirit, I slipped out of the dream.

At the same time, I thought that if the chance arose, I'd crush those who bullied her flat—for my own satisfaction.

And that chance came sooner than expected. In a way I never wanted.

About a fortnight later, a letter arrived from the Holy Nation.

......That bastard Benedict—what the hell did you say back in the Holy Nation?