Chapter 75: Give Moonlight to the Moth! - 2
"An apology doesn’t settle this."
Reina puffed out her cheeks and grumbled.
"This is betrayal."
"Huh, is it really that serious?"
"Yes. It’s just like the wicked thing an older sister does when she eats delicious snacks all by herself behind her little sister’s back."
"That comparison is childish."
"Anyway, Sister Kate is in the wrong!"
"All right. I won’t do it again."
Kate finally threw up both hands in surrender before Reina’s tantrum.
Yet apparently still not over her anger, Reina tugged on Kate’s cheeks.
"I won’t forgive you next time."
"Aagh, I said I’m sorry!"
Having put fuckhole No. 3 in her place, fuckhole No. 1 stood proudly before me.
"Brother Ian, it’s my turn now!"
Reina grabbed my hand and pulled it to her breasts.
Perhaps swallowing my semen had sent her into heat; her body was already burning hot.
A real nymphomaniac really is on another level.
Marin, who had been afflicted with the curse of nymphomania, had craved my cock like a slut, but compared to Reina, she was nothing but a fake.
"Please use your magnificent cock to pump semen into my womb and cum, Brother Ian."
The real thing dripped saliva as she seduced a man with lewd words. More astonishingly, she was doing all that while perfectly sober.
"Before we do it, let’s move somewhere else first."
"Huh? Why?"
"Once you get started, you never let me go."
"Hehe, you want to do it alone with me, don’t you, Brother Ian? All right~"
Reina smiled sweetly and led me to a room, while Kate tactfully excused herself.
Other than me, she knew best what happened once Reina got started.
"How has Isolde been lately? Does she still bite her fingers whenever she gets anxious?"
On the way, I asked Reina about Isolde’s condition.
"She’s doing well. She says it’s hard every time she opens her mouth, but she eats even the church’s bland bread just fine."
"So she’s adapting well."
"That’s exactly what I don’t like."
Reina hated Isolde intensely.
She looked ready to tear her apart and kill her on the spot, as if she were gazing at an irreconcilable enemy.
"If I had my way, I’d torment her with the torture methods written in the doctrine."
"Don’t do that. Isabelle would be sad."
"Hmph, Sister Isabelle is too kind. How can she defend a sister like that?"
I had told Reina about the previous loop.
Just like Isabelle, she was someone I could call my own, so there was no need to hide my identity from her.
Of course, it would have been quite difficult for an outsider to understand, but Reina, who believed me to be a Hero, accepted it as though it were only natural.
Perhaps because of that, though, the way Reina looked at Isolde was far from kind.
"You’re the same, Brother Ian. If a wife who swore marriage before Goddess Helia commits adultery, she deserves to be beaten. And if she even gets pregnant with another man’s child? I’m telling you, she really ought to be stoned to death."
"I told you, I don’t care about it anymore. Besides, it hasn’t even happened in this timeline."
"No. As long as the Goddess knows, the sin does not disappear."
It was an absurd opinion, but in a way, she had a point.
Helia is the one who says you must not commit adultery even in your dreams.
In the Church of the Sun, fidelity was considered second in importance only to chastity.
Though Reina’s words were extreme, this was a world where killing a wife for adultery was not considered a crime.
No matter that time had regressed and it had become something that never happened, from the perspective of the Goddess who knew everything, Isolde was still a sinner guilty of an unforgivable crime.
"And how could she reject your love, Brother Ian? There are so, so many women who cannot receive that love!"
"I can’t really argue with that."
The original Ian had sincerely loved Isolde.
It was not simply because he had fallen for her looks. He loved his wife as her husband.
Even if Isolde had been afflicted not with nymphomania at the time, but with the same Curse of Monstrosity she had now, Ian would have continued to love her unchanged.
In another sense, it’s impressive that she threw that love away.
As Reina had said, fitting for the setting of an erotic game, women who had built happy families were few enough to count on one hand.
Since Isolde had discarded that with her own hands, Reina could not help but be angry as a nun.
Of course, the original Ian was ugly, and his cock was small, so she was dissatisfied in bed.
Still, Isolde’s adultery back then had not been driven solely by sexual desire, so that was no excuse either.
"In my opinion, Sister Isolde is a moth drawn to a flame."
"A moth drawn to a flame?"
"Yes. Instead of looking at the moonlight, she throws herself into a pointless flame. If that doesn’t make her a moth drawn to a flame, then what does?"
"Haha, that’s an accurate comparison too."
I stroked Reina’s head as I spoke.
"Bear with it for a while."
"Hmph, I’m more worried about you, Brother Ian. Whenever I think of the pain you suffered, my eyes keep filling with tears."
"I really am fine. Don’t worry about it."
It was not something I had experienced firsthand anyway, and Ian himself did not care much about it either.
But Reina did not believe me. She did not even seem inclined to listen in the first place.
"I’ll comfort you in her place, Brother Ian."
"Isn’t that just something you want to do?"
"Of course it is. If not now, when else would I comfort you, Brother Ian?"
"You really are greedy."
Well, that was part of Reina’s charm.
. . .
You can choose whom you love, but you cannot choose to be loved.
It was the first doctrine of the Church of the Sun.
Goddess Helia focused that much on being loved, and the nuns taught by her likewise considered being loved important.
Anyone can love, but not just anyone can be loved.
People always find their own reasons for loving someone.
Because they are beautiful.
Because they are rich.
Because they are capable.
In a way, nothing had clearer reasons than love.
Yet strangely, there was no reason for being loved.
Because the moment you love someone, the reasons for that love disappear.
So not just anyone could be loved, and that was why Reina believed one had to protect the love given to them.
"Brother Ian, if I turned into a monster like Sister Isolde, would you still love me as you do now?"
"As long as Reina is Reina, I’ll love you."
"Then what if I had been plain and unattractive from the beginning, like the other sisters? Would you still have sought me out?"
"If you were the Reina I know, I would have found you."
"What kind of woman am I to you, Brother Ian?"
Ian answered Reina’s questions one by one.
"A woman with a strong sex drive, plenty of curiosity, and a childish side, but who is quietly considerate. A woman who cherishes and understands the sisters in the same circumstances as her more than anyone else."
"Th-that’s more than I expected."
"And a woman who asks even though she knows I’ll answer like this."
"S-stop it."
"Why? I’m having fun."
"Hmph, I’m embarrassed."
"I want to see you like that, Reina."
"You’re so mean, Brother Ian."
"You like me this way too."
"That’s right♥ I really love it♥"
Holding on to Ian, Reina kissed him.
Their tongues hungered for one another. Saliva passed between the tips of their tongues, and their breaths mingled.
It feels so good♥
Reina truly loved the deep kisses she shared with Ian. The sensation of becoming one with him was so intoxicating.
How many women get to receive love like this?
Women were creatures who could not live without love, and Reina thought herself a fortunate woman.
And she could not understand Isolde, who had thrown that love away.
What a foolish woman.
She had arrogantly believed she could be loved anytime she wanted.
To Reina, it was ridiculous. Isolde did not know how difficult it was to be loved.
In one way, Reina pitied her. Isolde had been searching for happiness in all the wrong places.
If I marry a rich man, I’ll be happy.
If everyone envies me, I’ll be happy.
If I can live comfortably without working, I’ll be happy.
She tried to fill the place that should have been filled with love with other things, so of course she could never be satisfied.
When happiness comes from right here.
Every time Ian struck her cervix, Reina felt a tingling sensation deep in her lower belly.
"Hah! Haaahh!"
Overwhelmed by pleasure that made her head float, as if she were drifting atop clouds, Reina temporarily lost the ability to speak like a human.
"Reina, aren’t you being especially pathetic today?"
"Ngh, y-you’re making me too happy, so I cameee—."
Bracing herself on Ian’s thighs, Reina rode him from above.
As she did, intoxicated by pleasure, her eyes went unfocused and beastlike moans leaked from her mouth.
She looked utterly lewd, but Reina was happier than any other woman.
She never wanted to let this happiness go.
"B-Brother Ian—I’m so happy, I feel like I’m going crazy!"
"Yeah, I’m happy too."
Thrust!
"Nngh!"
When Ian snapped his hips upward, Reina’s waist arched on its own.
"Where should I cum today?"
"Cum inside me! Fill me with your love, Brother Ian—ahh!!!"
At Reina’s request, Ian came in her deepest place.
Spurt! Spurrrt!
As hot white fluid filled her womb, Reina rocked her hips, and then her love juice gushed out all at once.
"I’m sorry—."
Apologizing, Reina nestled into Ian’s embrace.
Ian stroked the hair of Reina, who was curled up in his arms.
"It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Things like this happen when you’re having sex."
"Were you happy because of me too, Brother Ian?"
"Do you even need to ask?"
"Hehe, that’s a relief."
Embracing Ian, Reina broke into a radiant smile.
She was more lewd than anyone, yet at the same time, she was a woman devoted wholeheartedly to only one man.
Comments (0)
Please log in to leave a comment. Login or Register