Chapter 92: 19. Smoking with the Nun - 4

It was cold. It felt as though a dagger had flown straight into my chest.

‘Of course it did. I barged into someone else’s room without permission.’

I did not open my mouth easily.

If I made excuses here for no reason, the situation would turn against me.

The best course was to stay quiet and let her come to the wrong conclusion on her own.

"So you came to my room to get cigarettes?"

"Yes."

"How did you open the door?"

"It was open when I arrived."

"Sigh... I understand. Because of the curse of hypersexuality, you must have needed something to rely on."

"Thank you for understanding."

"But that does not mean you are forgiven."

"I am sorry."

I bowed my head, offering Vanessa a sincere apology.

‘Being branded a cigarette thief is a hundred, no, a thousand times better.’

If I were caught secretly using the Goddess’s Hand Mirror, a holy relic, I would be in serious trouble.

‘Fortunately, Vanessa does not seem particularly suspicious.’

Was it thanks to all the affection I had built up until now? She seemed willing to let this level of rudeness slide.

"Even if Seraphim has acknowledged you, Ian, you must still abide by the doctrine."

"I will be more careful from now on."

"And as I told you before, I cannot give you supplies."

"Understood. I will take my leave now."

"Please wait a moment."

Vanessa stopped me as I tried to leave quietly.

"Sister Vanessa?"

"If you leave now, the other nuns will become suspicious. It would be better to wait a little while before going out."

"Thank you for your consideration."

"I merely wish to avoid an inconvenience myself. And..."

She stared intently at my face, then took some cigarettes from a drawer and made me an offer.

"It is boring just sitting here, so would you like to smoke together again?"

I had expected a major scolding, yet she forgave me much sooner than I had expected.

She had even offered first to share a cigarette.

While wearing nothing but her underwear, no less.

‘Could this be the effect of [Peerless Handsome Man]?’

They said that life was easier when you were handsome. Appearance truly held tremendous power.

Of course, my face had not actually become more handsome, but depending on her affection, that was more or less how I looked to her.

‘Thank you, Isolde. I should at least give you a kiss later.’

Thanking Isolde inwardly, I answered Vanessa’s offer.

"Then, excuse me for a moment."

And so, I ended up alone in the room with her.

. . .

After sharing cigarettes with Ian, Vanessa felt considerably better than before.

‘I certainly feel at ease when I am with Ian.’

Before meeting Ian, Vanessa had not had anyone with whom she could speak comfortably.

The junior nuns were people she had to supervise, while the people of Entiel Village were a headache.

By contrast, Ian was one of the few people she could talk to.

She liked the respectful way he spoke to others, and he even shared her bitter feelings as they smoked together.

That was why Vanessa had generously understood even when Ian behaved rudely.

It was proof of just how much affection she held for Ian.

‘He seems to have become more handsome lately. Is that just my imagination?’

Vanessa stared intently at Ian’s face.

She remembered the junior nuns saying that Ian had become more handsome.

Then her eyes met Ian’s, and he hurriedly looked away.

‘Ah.’

Only then did Vanessa realize she was wearing nothing but underwear.

‘I have really been scatterbrained lately.’

She had been so preoccupied with Ian suddenly entering her room that she had failed to attend to herself.

It was a habit that surfaced whenever she suffered a kind of withdrawal symptom, one of her few bad habits.

Even she, who seemed so thorough, unexpectedly had a clumsy side.

‘It would be strange to get dressed now.’

Taking a drag from her cigarette, Vanessa fell into thought for a moment.

If she dressed again, she would dislike how it made it seem as though she was conscious of Ian as a man.

But if she remained in her underwear, she felt sorry that she had shown Ian such an unsightly appearance.

‘What should I do?’

As she considered the situation, Vanessa glanced at Ian’s crotch.

As expected, his erect cock looked ready to burst through his trousers at any moment.

‘The curse of hypersexuality truly is dangerous.’

If he could get hard just from seeing a scar-faced old maid in her thirties, he truly deserved to be called the incarnation of lust.

"I am worried."

"About what?"

"That because of the curse, you may cause harm to some other maiden."

"...I have no excuse."

"It is all right. A curse is not something one can endure through sheer willpower."

Vanessa placed the cigarette she had been smoking between Ian’s lips.

"Would you like to take a drag?"

At her offer, Ian inhaled a puff of smoke for a moment before slowly exhaling it.

"Exhale—I think I feel a little better."

"Your cock is still erect, though?"

"...It is not something I can control that easily."

"The curse of hypersexuality is indeed not easy to deal with."

Vanessa contemplated for a moment, then spoke to Ian with a resolute expression.

"For now, would you take them off?"

"Pardon?"

"Your trousers. I suppose I will have to do that."

"Could you explain what ‘that’ is first?"

"It is confidential, so it is difficult for me to tell you. However, it will not harm you, so there is no need to worry."

The [Virgin’s Kiss], said to have first been used by the First Saint, had been made confidential for several reasons.

Not only could its simple requirement of a kiss easily be abused, but the Church of the Sun, which placed importance on chastity, had forbidden its use because it was a miracle that went against its doctrine.

‘I should not do this as a matter of principle, but I do not want to lose another friend.’

Vanessa, who had always adhered to principle, broke her own convictions for the first time.

Naturally, unaware of those circumstances, Ian could not help giving her a worried look.

‘He has an unexpectedly cute side for such a big man.’

Vanessa did not show it outwardly, but she smiled to herself at this new side of Ian.

Normally, he seemed like the sort of protagonist one would find only in a fairy tale, but right now, he was an innocent country youth.

That impression did not last long, however.

"...It is bigger than last time."

At the sight of Ian’s fully erect cock, Vanessa was momentarily left speechless.

"I am sorry. I know I should not be like this, but seeing you in your underwear aroused me, Sister Vanessa."

"Because of me?"

"Ah, I did not mean to blame you. It is simply that I am a man, so when I see the beautiful appearance of an attractive woman, I cannot help becoming aroused."

"An attractive woman... It seems the curse has even impaired your ability to perceive things."

"What?"

Stunned by Vanessa’s response, Ian waved his hands and spoke.

"It is not because of the curse. I have thought you were an attractive woman from before, Sister Vanessa."

"Me?"

"Yes. You are tall, with a firm figure. You are a beautiful woman whose indifferent expression suits her."

"Sigh... Do you like every woman simply because she is female?"

"I care about looks too. On the other hand, do you not look in a mirror, Sister Vanessa?"

"I do. Who would like a woman like me, with a scar on her face? Besides, I am old as well."

"It does not seem like you do..."

At Vanessa’s answer, Ian scratched his head.

He looked as though he wanted to say something, but Vanessa cut him off midway.

"Let us stop this conversation here. More importantly, the curse."

Vanessa grasped Ian’s balls in her hand, then found the curse of hypersexuality situated beneath them.

"I will now cure the curse of hypersexuality immediately."

"Did you not say before that it could not be cured?"

"Ordinarily, that is true."

Vanessa looked up at Ian and spoke in a voice filled with resolve.

"Ian."

"Yes, Sister Vanessa."

"I ask that you keep what I am about to do a secret. The same goes for the other sisters."

"I swear in the name of Goddess Helia that I will not tell a soul."

"Thank you. Then, excuse me."

Vanessa stared at his balls for a moment, then cautiously brought her lips closer.

"May the Goddess’s chastity dwell within my lips."

Kiss.

"Ngh!"

Startled by Vanessa’s sudden kiss, Ian jerked his hips upward.

However, Vanessa did not stop kissing him.

"It will only take a little longer. Even if it hurts, please endure it."

Every time Vanessa’s lips touched his balls, divine power stirred.

As though it were stripping away something attached to them.

"Kiss. Kiss. Kiss kiss."

And so, Vanessa continued the [Virgin’s Kiss] for quite some time.

Until his curse vanished.

"Smooch—"

"Nghh!"

In the middle of it, pre-cum leaking from his glans touched Vanessa’s mouth, but she did not mind.

"Kiss, that is all."

When she could no longer see the curse, Vanessa removed her lips from his balls and spoke.

Her lips glistened.

Even Vanessa herself could not tell whether it was her saliva or pre-cum.

Only its fishy taste lingered vividly in her mouth.

"Um, excuse me..."

"Yes, Ian?"

"My erection has not gone down yet. What should I do?"

"What do you—?"

At the sight of his cock, still looking ready to burst, Vanessa became flustered for the first time in a long while.

So much so that her eyes visibly trembled.

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