Chapter 89: Smoking Together with the Nun - 1

The reason I became close to Vanessa was a trivial coincidence.

At her suggestion, we were having refreshments and chatting when I happened to see Vanessa smoking.

"Is that a cigarette?"

"Yes, it is. Do you know about cigarettes too, Brother Ian?"

"Yes, though this is my first time seeing one in person."

"Smoking one clears your mind quite a bit."

Vanessa answered with a smile, and there was something rather tough about the sight.

"Aren’t they prohibited by the Church of the Sun? I heard they’re highly addictive, like drugs."

"Not enough to be prohibited. Of course, not just anyone is allowed to smoke them."

Vanessa continued as she exhaled cigarette smoke.

"The Order distributes cigarettes as a kind of treatment to nuns who fought in the Witch War."

"Treatment? For the trauma left by the war?"

"You really do know a great deal, Brother Ian."

"I merely learned under a good teacher."

With a bitter smile, Vanessa told me about her past.

"Many things happened during the war. I saw people swept away by curses, and comrades who had shared life and death with me eventually fail to endure it."

"It may be late, but thank you. We can enjoy peace thanks to people like you, Sister Vanessa."

"Hehe, I can’t even complain in front of you, Brother Ian."

"But is there a reason you smoke instead of relying on miracles?"

"No miracle can heal mental wounds."

"I see. If you don’t mind, could I have a cigarette as well?"

"You, Brother Ian?"

"Yes. It’s hard to talk about, but I’ve had things I found difficult to endure too."

"I understand. Everyone must have at least one wound they cannot tell anyone about."

At my request, Vanessa pondered briefly before holding out the cigarette she had been smoking.

"Regulations prohibit me from giving you one directly, but we can share one I’ve been smoking. Are you sure that’s all right? My lips have touched it, so it may disgust you."

"I don’t mind."

When I put the cigarette she offered between my lips, a faint beeswax scent tickled my nose.

‘Does she put something on her lips?’

Conscious of my indirect kiss with Vanessa, I drew in a puff of smoke.

Then, naturally exhaling the smoke, I offered my review.

"Not bad. It’s less bitter than I expected, too."

"Most people cough their lungs out the first time they smoke, but you aren’t doing that, Brother Ian."

"...I invoke my right to remain silent."

"Hehe, understood."

From that day onward, Vanessa and I became smoking buddies.

Eventually, we grew close enough to trade frivolous, casual banter.

Of course, becoming any closer than that was difficult.

‘A woman with all sorts of experience under her belt isn’t easy.’

Well, I was in no hurry, so I intended to win her over step by step.

I definitely did, but...

. . .

"But why are you holding a sword?"

At my question, Vanessa answered while swinging her sword.

Just from the clean path of her blade, I could tell that her swordsmanship was no joke.

"I was training. I’ve been away from real combat for a while, so I was starting to get rusty."

"I never knew nuns could wield swords too."

"That is because, unlike other nuns, I used to be a holy knight."

"Which order were you with as a holy knight?"

"The Goddess’s Knights."

"That’s rather shocking to hear."

Vanessa chuckled at my astonishment.

The Goddess’s Knights.

They were the group of holy knights known as the strongest force of the Church of the Sun.

In [A Lewd Nun’s Circumstances], they were among the most troublesome enemies, just like the Inquisitors.

‘No wonder she’s a Hero-grade talent.’

Someone like Vanessa would have been a mid-boss-level powerhouse in the game.

It made perfect sense that she had become head of a convent at such a young age.

"I heard the Goddess’s Knights operate in the capital. Why did you come all the way down to such a remote place?"

"I left the order."

"Was there some reason? Ah, you don’t have to answer if it’s difficult to talk about."

"It wasn’t anything particularly significant."

Vanessa spoke indifferently as she let out a stream of smoke.

"Those above decided that my war trauma meant I could no longer carry out missions."

"Isn’t that excessively harsh?"

"It is true that I cannot carry out missions. Without these cigarettes, I cannot even sleep properly."

"Still, doesn’t it upset you? You were demoted to a rural place like this."

"If I think of it as coming here to recuperate, life in this place isn’t so bad."

Holding out the cigarette in her mouth to me, Vanessa said,

"And didn’t I make a smoking buddy like this?"

"I didn’t know you considered me a friend."

"I would be rather disappointed if I were the only one who thought of us as friends."

"...Then I’ll be your friend."

"Hehe, I’m joking. So, is there a reason you came to see me?"

Vanessa asked me after I took a puff from the cigarette.

Scratching my head, I answered.

"There’s something I need to tell you regarding curses."

"I heard that Miss Isolde’s curse was lifted."

"Yes, it was lifted, but..."

I hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"This time, I’ve been cursed instead."

"It seems the land your house stands on is cursed."

"That isn’t funny."

"I wasn’t joking. How did that happen?"

"I made a deal with a witch to lift Isolde’s curse, and somehow, I ended up cursed myself."

"Brother Ian, didn’t I tell you not to trust a witch’s words?"

"I have no excuse."

Vanessa’s expression suddenly darkened into a frown.

Unlike her usual cool demeanor, she was emotional.

"So what curse did you receive?"

"The witch said it was the curse of hypersexuality."

"Of all curses, you had to receive one of the most troublesome."

Vanessa abruptly lowered her head and seized the front of my trousers with her gloved hand.

"I’m taking your pants down."

"What?"

"This is necessary for an examination, so please endure the embarrassment."

"Y-you don’t need to do that."

"No. I will proceed according to doctrine."

"But aren’t nuns supposed to preserve their chastity?"

"It is permitted when it is for treatment. I have seen every manner of hardship in war as well. And I am not so young that the sight of a man’s penis would startle me, unlike the younger sisters."

She was right.

In this world, nuns served as doctors.

Still, exposing my cock in front of her in such an unexpected situation could not help but fluster me.

‘She isn’t going to cut it off just because I’m cursed, is she?’

I grew tense as I remembered Reina cutting off a village man’s cock.

Fortunately, Vanessa was not the sort of woman to let her emotions ruin her work.

"Then I’ll take them off."

The problem was...

"Hm. It’s bigger than I imagined."

At the sight of my cock, Vanessa let out a brief note of admiration.

Her voice was as even as usual, but judging by her expression, she seemed quite flustered.

"I’m sorry. Because of the curse, I get erections at any time and place."

"There is no need to apologize. That is what the curse of hypersexuality does. Rather, it is impressive that you are retaining your reason even now."

"...Well, I haven’t retained it."

When I answered while scratching my head, Vanessa sighed.

"Sigh... You have already laid hands on another woman, then."

"That’s what happened."

"Who was the woman?"

"That is very difficult for me to say."

"Judging from your reaction, she must be someone close to you. Was it Lady Adelia, by any chance?"

"...."

"Or was it Miss Isolde?"

"...."

"Don’t tell me it was both of them?"

"I invoke my right to remain silent."

"I have the authority to castrate rapists."

"I-it wasn’t rape."

"Then was it consensual?"

"As far as I can tell, yes."

"With a penis like yours, even consensual sex may as well be rape."

"Sister Vanessa?"

"I’m joking."

It did not sound like a joke at all, but Vanessa grasped my cock in her gloved hand.

Then she leaned her face close to inspect its condition, her face nearly brushing against my cock.

"Your penis twitched. Does being touched feel good?"

"More than that, your breath touching my cock feels good, Sister Vanessa."

"Speaking lewdly to a nun is punishable by castration."

"What? I only answered your question..."

"I’m joking."

"Your jokes are excessive."

"Hehe, I’ll be more careful next time."

After teasing me like that, Vanessa felt my testicles and gave her diagnosis.

"I found traces of the curse."

"Can it be cured?"

"It is difficult to give you a definite answer. Unlike hypersexuality in women, there has never been a case of hypersexuality in men being cured without castration."

"I’d rather live like this."

"What do you intend to do about Lady Adelia and Miss Isolde?"

"It was my mistake, so I will take responsibility and live with them."

"Very well. However, we cannot completely dismiss the possibility that you may assault other women."

"I’ll do my utmost to restrain myself."

"Anyone can make a verbal resolution. Still, considering the accomplishments you have accumulated..."

Vanessa considered it briefly, then made a suggestion.

"How about wearing a chastity cage?"

"Are you joking again?"

"This time, I’m serious."

Seeing her say it with a smile, I knew once again that she was not an easy woman to handle.

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