Lusting After Sister Maria at Mass
The next day after getting horny for the nun, I head to the church for service. It's about a twenty-minute walk from home, so I decide to go on foot.
"Tall guys really stand out, huh."
The average height for men in this world is around 170cm. Compared to that, my 187cm frame draws quite a bit of attention just from walking down the street.
"Whoa, that guy's tall."
"Bet his dick's huge too."
"I want him to fuck my pussy raw."
Women passing by casually sexually harass me without a second thought. I walk on, taking it all in stride.
Feels awkward yet familiar because of my past life's memories... This was my everyday life before. But those memories make it feel a little off. Still, seeing women get excited just from looking at me isn't half bad.
Next up, the neighbor lady? Or someone else first... I'm planning to fully enjoy this perverted world. If I spot a woman I like, I'll start with some dirty talk, then decide if I want to fuck her.
"Ooh, nice big tits you've got there."
"Huh? Oh, thank you..."
At a crosswalk, I casually comment to the woman next to me. She smiles, clearly pleased. She's got that fuckable vibe—looks about one or two years older than me.
If she wasn't on her way to church... Still, I'm heading there with a reverent heart. Can't afford to get sidetracked and be late. I push down the regret and continue to the church.
"This the place? Pretty small-scale."
The church I arrive at is smaller than the one from my past life. Probably just one priest for a place this size. Service time is almost here, but hardly anyone shows up.
Feels kinda familiar. The church I served at in my past life was pretty small too. Barely any visitors, so I spent a lot of time alone. As a cleric serving God, the number of believers doesn't matter much.
Still can't shake the lonely vibe, though. The few who do come are mostly elderly grandmas.
"Haven't seen a young guy like you in ages."
"Yeah, that's for sure."
The grannies' gazes feel a bit sticky, but I ignore it. Just to be safe, I sit quietly in a corner by myself.
"Is everyone here?"
Someone enters, about to start the service, I assume.
"Huh?"
Expecting a priest, but in walks a nun. Or... can you even call her that?
This is a nun in this world?!
I'd lived 21 years post-reincarnation without much religion, so I had no idea what clerics looked like here. Priests are rare; nuns handle most roles.
But her outfit? The veil barely covers her head, letting blonde hair spill out. And the habit clings tight, showing off her curves. Nothing like the nuns from my past life's memories.
(Nun Maria)
Gulp... Not something a former cleric should say, but my first thought is...
She's so fuckable...
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A small church in the city. It's been around forever, but only the regulars come. Mostly grannies.
"Time to head to service."
Maria finishes praying in her room and stands. Her tight-fitting habit and lightly draped veil—standard nun attire in this world. What sets her apart: blonde hair and blue eyes, marking her as a foreigner.
"Wonder if any new faces today..."
With such a tiny church, it's often empty. Weekdays, she's alone most of the time. A bit lonely, but serving God fills her with purpose. Hoping for new believers, she enters the chapel and exchanges light nods with the usuals.
Same old crowd today... Huh? She spots someone new in the corner.
A man?
Men rarely visit churches in this male-scarce world. Religious men are especially rare. Even in her order, male clerics are almost nonexistent, and male believers even rarer. Big cathedrals might get one or two for service.
Don't want to scare him off by being too forward on his first time. Better play it cool for now.
She wants to greet him warmly, but approaching too eagerly might spook him. She plans to let him get comfortable quietly.
"Let's begin the service."
The usual routine: reading scripture, quiet progression. But Maria keeps glancing at the man. His piercing gaze on her.
It's service, so of course... but something about it...
She became a full nun right after adulthood—five years now. Her life has been more isolated from men than most. Receiving such stares makes her blush. Hotter than a casual glance from a worshiper. She pushes through, pretending not to notice, until hours later, service ends.
"Great sermon today."
"You've been here two years now, and you're doing amazing."
"Thank you. Please come again."
Smiling through the grannies' farewells—chatting with believers is her little joy. Everyone leaves except one.
"Sister."
"Yes, brother?"
Her first man-to-man talk in years has her tense. But as a nun, she can't show it. She smiles calmly, looking at him.
Such a rare sight... Tall, muscular build—unlike most men. Just being near him makes her heart race.
"I'd like to do confession. Is that okay?"
"Of course. Right now?"
"Yes, please."
They head straight to the confessional.
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Sorry, God.
My heart feels heavy. Couldn't focus at all during the holy service. Because of the nun. More precisely, because my gaze and thoughts toward her were filthy.
Her tits jiggling a bit when she moves is just unfair! Tried ignoring it. But her look is worlds apart from what I knew. Like something out of a hentai. Yet here, it's normal.
Forgive me!! Even in this perverted world, I can't leer at a cleric serving God. They must uphold purity and chastity... probably. Feeling guilty for my lewd stare, I figure confession will ease it.
"Please, speak."
The confessional looks just like I remember—except for that weird hole. Ignoring it, I confess right away.
"I've done something I shouldn't have."
"What did you do?"
The mood turns heavy. Still, I speak seriously.
"I leered at you lustfully, Sister."
"Wh-what!?"
She yelps in surprise, sounding flustered.
"Did you leer at another nun?"
"No. At you, Sister Maria."
"I-I see..."
No lies in confession—I have to be honest. It's for seeking forgiveness, so total candor. Might offend her, but as a cleric, she'll absolve me.
"I knew better, but seeing you got me hard."
"H-hard...?"
Crude word, but honesty is key.
"Even during service, your jiggling tits and swaying ass made me erect."
"Y-yes...?"
Men rarely come to church; this must be her first such confession. Yet she listens properly.
"I know I shouldn't lust after a nun no matter how sexy, but I couldn't focus on service—just stared at your hot body."
"You seem to have quite the strong libido for a man."
"Yes."
Unlike other men.
"Thank you for being so honest. But..."
She sounds puzzled.
"What's wrong with getting horny for a nun?"
"...Huh?"
Her unexpected question freezes me. It doesn't take long to realize this world's religion is nothing like what I knew.
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Hearing the man's confession sets her heart pounding. His words about lusting after her make her face flush.
First time hearing something like this. A man getting horny for her? Highest praise for a woman—boosts her self-esteem sky-high.
But why confess over it... Men lusting after women is good. Even nuns aren't exempt. Her heart swells. That hot gaze wasn't her imagination.
"A man getting aroused by a woman is wonderful. That it was me, a nun, makes me thrilled."
"Uh... r-really?"
"Yes, it's an honor."
She smiles, thrilled her body excites a man. Through the lattice screen—face hidden, but lower body visible.
Ah...
His crotch beyond the lattice.
He's... erect.
Staring at the cock hardened for her, she swallows, body heating up.
"If you need it, I can help relieve that urge for you."