The Nun's Secret Midnight Self-Relief at Camp
The next day, I got up from my spot and headed out of the room, leaving Viola behind.
Maybe because we'd gone to bed so late the night before, Viola didn't stir from her messy slumber until the sun was high in the sky.
"Yaaawn... Father... good morning...?"
"You slept like a log, Miss Viola."
"Nyaah...?"
"Even though we're supposed to leave soon."
"...Huh?"
We'd agreed to depart at 1 p.m., but it was already noon.
Which meant we had only an hour left.
Realizing this, Viola bolted into the bathroom and hurriedly started bathing. Leaving her to it, I stepped outside to grab a sandwich or something for her to eat.
Being an inn, they sold those kinds of sandwiches, though honestly, they weren't as good as the ones I made.
Still, it should fill her up just fine, so I bought one just for her share.
For the record, I wasn't hungry. After all, I'd feasted last night on something far more delicious than this—Viola's yin energy.
I was on my way back up to the room with the sandwich in hand when...
"Good afternoon, Father Kasian."
Rinaldo Faishas popped up in front of me, grinning from ear to ear.
"Ah, good afternoon, Brother Rinaldo."
"Did you have a pleasant evening yesterday?"
Rinaldo struck up the conversation so naturally, and I played it cool, tilting my head as I shot back a question.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, coming out this late to grab a sandwich—doesn't it seem like you're fetching lunch for a beautiful nun who slept in~?"
Quick on the uptake, or just sharp-minded? Either way.
There was no point hiding it anymore, so I thanked him honestly.
"Thanks to you, we had quite an enjoyable and novel time."
"Heh heh, praise appreciated. By the way, the Holy Nation really doesn't meddle much in the clergy's affairs, does it? They don't care about lifestyles like this."
"Well... they're pretty lenient about it."
In this world's Holy Nation, the clergy were treated a bit more loosely than in other settings.
They didn't touch on things like priests dating, and even allowed marriages and children between clergy.
Of course, anything involving minors was a crime or taboo, but that was cute by comparison. At least relative to other Holy Nations out there.
Ah, but there's one exception: the Saintess.
The Saintess or Saints designated by the Holy Nation had to be utterly pure, with zero experience.
That's why, from the moment I took Viola, I'd ruled out any chance of her becoming one. I was certain she wouldn't anyway.
"Hmm~ So, Father, what time are you planning to head out?"
"Soon."
"I see. Off to the Holy Nation, then?"
"Yes, that's right."
There was no reason to lie, so I told Rinaldo Faishas straight up.
But that was my mistake.
When I went to board the carriage with Viola, now freshly groomed...
...a massive caravan procession from his merchant group was right on our tail.
The crest emblazoned on those carriages was, naturally, the Faishas Guild's.
Rinaldo Faishas—this guy was dead set on tagging along.
I wanted to show my annoyance outright, but I couldn't. He'd just say something like, "We're headed to the Holy Nation too~."
And that wouldn't even be a lie, but it still pissed me off.
Can't they just leave us alone?
*
Viola kept glancing back over her shoulder.
At the enormous line of cargo wagons trailing us by a few hundred meters.
"...That's one massive procession."
"Looks like that merchant we met yesterday is headed to the Holy Nation too."
"So we're basically riding with their caravan?"
I wasn't sure if "riding with" was the perfect phrasing, but nothing better came to mind right now. And it wasn't wrong anyway.
"Pretty much."
"Haha... somehow, it feels burdensome."
Yeah, burdensome. Incredibly so. I felt it keenly too.
I wished they'd just pass us and go ahead. But I was dead certain they wouldn't.
Those guys... or rather, Rinaldo Faishas specifically... were probably enjoying this situation.
One reason Rinaldo was so popular was his penchant for wicked pranks, unlike goody-two-shoes types.
According to the novel, he'd sexually harass Viola, or in dangerous spots, hug her and slyly grope her while claiming, "Oops, my bad~."
Yet when she was truly in peril, he'd throw himself in first.
That gap moe made him a fan favorite.
But right now, it felt like his playful side was in full swing.
...Not just playful, though.
A calculating guy like Rinaldo Faishas wouldn't trail us for no reason.
Before long, the carriage halted—it was time to camp.
We built a fire in the nearby clearing and set up for the night.
Meanwhile, Rinaldo Faishas's group pitched camp nearby, just like us.
In that awkwardly uncomfortable setup, Rinaldo sauntered over as if it were the most natural thing.
"What a lucky overlap in our paths."
"Hello, Brother Rinaldo...!"
"Indeed, Brother Rinaldo. Looking forward to the next few days."
"Haha, the pleasure's ours. And this is a little bribe for our continued good travels."
A bribe?
Viola and I checked out the "bribe" we'd received.
It was none other than...
"Meat?"
"Yes, meat. Fresh, prime cuts at that."
Meat.
Not jerky, but the kind you could grill up right now and devour.
Seeing Viola's eyes sparkle, I couldn't exactly refuse.
"Yes, thank you—we'll gladly accept."
Even as I said it, I subtly probed Rinaldo.
"But may I ask why you're giving us this?"
"Ah~ Well... no idiot would mess with a caravan flying the Holy Nation's emblem up front, right?"
As expected.
Rinaldo was using us as a totem.
A totem to ward off bandits or brigands.
Merchant caravans often faced raids from such scum.
They hired knight orders or mercenaries for protection, but some foes were too dangerous.
Amusingly, those "dangerous" types were picky about targets.
Among the no-gos: anyone bearing the Holy Nation's emblem. That backing carried weight.
So, his strategy was handling the dumb raiders himself while scaring off the tough ones.
Smart move in that split second. Rinaldo Faishas.
I also realized Viola hadn't hung the Holy Nation's emblem on our cargo wagon for nothing. She knew about this.
"Well then, looking forward to more smooth travels. Haha!"
To the smirking Rinaldo, I gave a firm reply.
"The pay feels a bit short, so we'll hold onto anything more for later."
"...Yes, of course."
I'd tossed it out because the cost-benefit didn't add up, and Rinaldo nodded like he got it too.
After that exchange, as the night deepened...
Viola tried to sleep inside the carriage while I planned to crash outside.
But then...
"Mm... ungh... mm... ah... ah..."
...a voice from inside the carriage that I really shouldn't be hearing drifted out.
I quietly slipped over, pressed my ear to the carriage, and sure enough...
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Unh... mm... ah... nngh... F-Fath... er... ahhn..."
Viola was rubbing her own pussy with her fingers, comforting herself.
Come to think of it, Rinaldo had me too distracted today to do anything.
After getting fucked every day, going without must've left her itchy and needy.
Savoring her lewd nun moans, I quietly opened the carriage door.
And the moment I did, I saw it.
Viola's flustered eyes, her sopping wet pussy, and her soaked underwear.
