#7 - Behind the Children, Grabbing Her from Behind After the Kiss Ends
After the kiss ended—with me grabbing her from behind while the children played—I gazed at Viola's thoroughly entranced expression.
It was the perfect picture of "dazed." Her eyes, slightly wet with tears, stared blankly up at me.
"Haa...♡ Haa...♡ Priest...♡ Priest-sama...♡"
"Yes, Viola."
"The children...♡ They're watching...♡ We can't... can't do this...♡"
Honestly, her words shocked me.
No matter how lightly the hypnosis gripped her, Viola was still under its sway right now.
And this version of her? When I pounced, she reveled in it. When I tormented her, she savored that too—a total masochistic pervert.
Yet here she was, this hypnotized masochistic pervert Viola, refusing to go further because of the kids.
This was the raw strength of will in the woman named Viola, the true nature of her character.
And that's exactly why I wanted to drag her down even lower. To defile that pure whiteness of hers.
With those thoughts burning in me, I decided to coax her with words.
"The children can't see us."
"They can't... see...?"
"That's right. They're too busy playing among themselves to notice. So absorbed they haven't even realized we're gone."
"Really...♡?"
Her voice grew even more hazy. My words were sinking in, bit by bit.
"Yes, so it should be fine for us to indulge a little, just between ourselves. Secretly, without getting caught."
"Secretly...♡ Without getting caught...♡"
She echoed my words again, her demeanor confirming she'd taken the bait completely.
For the record, there was zero chance of the kids spotting us. I'd planted a subtle suggestion to keep them out of the church.
"Yes, and if things get dicey, I'll stop us. So relax."
"Y-Yes...♡ Yesss...♡"
With her almost fully hooked, I dangled something riskier—words to stir her deepest instincts.
"Besides, just imagine it."
"Imagine...♡"
"Yeah. What if the children were right there in front of us, searching but unable to find us? While we're here, lost in this intense display of affection."
-Twitch♡ -Shudder♡♡♡
From her tastes, actions, and reactions before, I'd learned one thing: Viola was a profound masochist.
A masochist so extreme it clashed with her role as a nun.
But would a masochist like that hate the thrilling humiliation of this scenario?
No way in hell.
Her reaction right now was proof.
"Hnnngh...♡"
She trembled with shame, but beneath it lurked unmistakable pleasure and ecstasy.
How had a woman like this hidden her true nature and played the nun? I was starting to wonder.
"Sister Viola?"
"Y-Yes...♡ Yesss...♡"
"Then, shall we continue?"
"Yes...♡ Please...♡ Father Kasian...♡"
-Mmmph♡
We pressed our lips together again, and once more, I thrust my hot tongue into her mouth.
"Mmph♡"
Viola squeezed her eyes shut tight, then fluttered them open. Matching her response, I began rolling my tongue.
-Slurp...♡ Sluuurp...♡ Slurp...♡ Smack...♡ Sluuurp...♡
"Mmmph♡ Mmph♡ Mmm♡ Hnnngh♡ Hic♡ Mmph♡"
She twitched and writhed, yet somehow moved her tongue in kind.
Before, she'd only taken it passively, but now she tried to match my rhythm, putting in real effort.
That earnest struggle was so valiant, so adorable. But in the end, she was a masochist.
"Mmmph♡ Mmph♡ Mmph♡ Mph♡ Mph♡ Mph♡"
As I kept swirling my tongue, prodding her mouth's sensitive spots, she eventually stopped trying. Her body quivered nonstop, and she surrendered her tongue—her whole mouth—to my ravaging.
"Hnn♡ Mph♡ Mmph♡ Mmm♡"
-Twitch♡ Twitch♡ Twitch♡ Twitch♡
Viola's body kept shuddering.
To intensify it, I slid my hand back to her ass.
-Squeeze♡♡♡
"Hnnnngaaaaaaah♡"
Savoring her near-climactic reaction, I kneaded her ass like dough.
-Knead♡ Knead♡ Knead♡ Knead♡ -Twitch♡ Twitch♡ Twitch♡
Each squeeze made her body jolt violently.
Probably because groping her ass was such intense stimulation for her.
The more she reacted, the rougher I got.
-Knead♡ Knead♡ Knead♡ Knead♡ Knead♡
"Mmph♡ Mph♡ Mmmph♡ Mmph♡ Mph♡ Mmph♡ Mph♡"
Her muffled moans told me she was at her limit—pleasure, breath, or both.
Sensing it, I pulled my mouth from hers.
Our tangled tongues parted with a snap, a silvery strand of saliva breaking free. Ignoring it, Viola stared at me.
"Kasian...♡ Priest-samaaa...♡ My ass...♡ Stop...♡"
She begged me to stop kneading her ass—an impossible demand.
To heighten my enjoyment, I made her confess her state herself.
"Why should I stop?"
Sane Viola never would've answered from sheer shame.
But this one? Reason fled, her lewd masochist core fully exposed.
"'Cause Father...♡ Your...♡ Those...♡ Big hands...♡ Grabbing my ass...♡ It makes my heart...♡ Thump...♡ Thump...♡ So much...♡"
Realizing what "thump" meant, I ramped up the tease.
"Oh, really?"
"Yesss...♡"
"Then..."
-Shhrrk... swish...
"Eh...? F-Fa...♡ Father-sama...♡"
Ignoring her protests, I stripped off her clothes.
The thin nun's habit that hugged her curves peeled away, revealing her underwear.
Adorably pure white panties.
Staring at them, I seized her ass again.
-Squeeze♡
"Hyaaah♡♡♡"
The soft, chewy, elastic perfection filling my hands felt worlds better than over clothes.
-Grip♡♡♡♡♡
"Hiiiiiing♡"
-Quiver♡♡♡♡♡♡
Her reaction exploded—higher-pitched moans, body shaking far more violently than before.
Why? My thigh was now pressing her pussy.
"F-Fa...♡ Father-sama...♡"
"Oh, my apologies."
With fake remorse, I shed my pants.
They dropped, baring my thigh—and I pressed it back against her pussy.
-Grip♡♡♡♡♡
"Haaaaaaaah♡♡♡"
-Shudder♡♡♡♡
My bare skin against her pussy amplified the torment; she trembled like a leaf.
And slickness coated my thigh—her honey from earlier.
"Miss Viola, what bad manners. Getting this soaked from just this."
"It's... It's...♡ 'Cause of you...♡ Father...♡"
"Is that so?"
-Press♡ Press♡ Press♡
"Hii♡ Hnn♡ Hyaa♡"
A few presses, and she shuddered anew, unleashing a symphony of moans while gazing up at me.
That face—god, I wanted to fuck her senseless. But no, not today. Push too far, and I'd unravel the spells I'd set.
I needed to keep some rationality, aware of the risks.
So I focused on tormenting her.
-Rubrubrubrubrub♡ -Squeeze♡ Knead♡ Knead♡ Knead♡
"Hnnnngaaaah♡ Father♡ Nooo♡ Father♡ Your thigh♡ Rubbing my pussy♡ My♡ Pussy♡ So much♡ So muuuch♡♡"
"And your ass?"
"Ass♡ My ass♡ Feels weird♡ So strange♡ First time♡ Weird♡ Weeeeird♡♡"
Seems this lewd masochist nun hadn't even known her ass was her most sensitive spot.
Fair enough—who fully maps their erogenous zones? Especially her, barely a year into adulthood.
That made it all the sweeter. Corrupting her colors, dyeing her in mine—pure bliss.
I kept gripping and kneading her ass, grinding my thigh against her pussy.
Then—
"Sister Viiiola~ Father Kaaaasian~ Where are yooou~?"
Claire, the oldest kid, called out, searching for us.
Viola jolted hard at the voice, but I didn't let go.
"Father...♡ Claire, Claire's calling...♡"
"Shh. Be quiet."
-Squeeze♡♡♡
"Hnnnnghph♡"
I gripped harder, rubbing her pussy relentlessly.
Eyes clenched, stifling moans—she was unbearably erotic.
"Where'd they go? Father~ Sister~?"
Claire kept searching; Viola, clutched in my arms, kept pleading with me.
"Father, wh-what... what do we...♡?"
What do we do?
-Rubrub♡
"Hnnph♡ D-don't...♡ We'll get caught...♡"
No chance. Unless Claire had Viola-level talent.
"...Outside maybe?"
Claire gave up on the church interior and headed out. The moment I heard it, I spoke to Viola.
"Miss Viola."
"Y-Yes...♡ Yesss...♡"
"You're far more aroused than before."
"N-No...! It's... It's you...♡ Father...♡"
-Squeeze♡
"Hyaaaah♡"
Gripping her ass tight, I spoke loud enough for her to hear—her truth.
"Miss Viola, you're a pervert who got excited thinking Claire might catch us like this."
"No...♡ Not true...♡"
"This sloppy pussy proves it."
-Press♡
"Hnnnngaaaah...♡"
I eyed her quivering body, kneading her ass anew and rubbing her pussy—obsessively.
-Knead♡Knead♡ Squish♡ Knead♡ -Shudder♡ Rubrub♡
Finally hitting her limit, Viola confessed honestly.
"Haaang♡ Mmph♡ Haaang♡ Nooo♡ Father♡ Father♡ Father♡ I'm cumming♡ Gonna cum♡♡"
"Yes, cum for me. Viola. Show me that lewd body of yours without restraint."
"HiiiiiIIIIIIIING♡♡♡"
-Squiiiirt♡ Squirt♡ Spurt♡
Viola gushed her delectable pussy juices wildly, climaxing again.
I scooped the adorable honey from my thigh with my fingers, licked it clean, and told her:
"Cumming just like that—what a pathetic pussy, Viola."
"Pathetic...♡ Pussy...♡"
"Yes. If you don't want others discovering your pathetic pussy, get up and get dressed."
"Y-Yes...♡ Father...♡"
She obeyed meekly, slipping her clothes back on.
But it felt like such a waste.
"Viola, hold on."
"Yes?"
I dropped to my knees, grabbed her legs to pin her in place, and...
-Sluuuuurp
"Hyaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡"
Lapped at her pussy juices greedily.
Utterly voraciously.