Chapter 93: Smoking Together with the Nun - 5

From the moment Vanessa kissed my balls, I realized what she was trying to do.

‘It’s moving to see [Virgin’s Kiss] like this.’

The [Virgin’s Kiss] that appeared in [A Lewd Nun’s Circumstances] was a kind of dummy data.

According to its description, it was a miracle capable of healing all wounds and curses with a single kiss, but one forbidden by the Church of the Sun.

That was why it was nothing more than an unreachable prize sitting in the skill window, impossible to use despite being there.

‘To think she’d use that on me.’

Vanessa, a woman devoted to principle, had broken doctrine for my sake.

It showed just how much affection she had for me.

‘She didn’t show it on the surface, but Vanessa liked me.’

Come to think of it, there had been several times when she had shown me affection.

Lately, whenever we smoked together, she would stare at my face.

‘The more I think about [Peerless Handsome Man], the better it seems.’

If I looked handsome to her, that meant she had feelings for me.

At first, I had thought it was merely a trait that made women view me through rose-tinted glasses, but it was an incredibly powerful thing.

‘I should prepare a gift for Isolde.’

I could roughly gauge Vanessa’s favorability toward me.

Thanks to that, I could pursue her more actively.

‘It wouldn’t be bad to share one secret with her like this, but that would take too long.’

Just as I had swallowed up Entiel Village, I needed to take over the church soon as well.

The nuns’ cooperation was indispensable in preparing for what lay ahead.

‘This must have been Vanessa’s first time using [Virgin’s Kiss] too, even if she is such a stickler for principles.’

The way her pupils had shaken as she looked at my cock was proof enough.

‘I should use this.’

. . .

Vanessa could not help but be bewildered.

She had cured the curse of hypersexuality with [Virgin’s Kiss], yet his penis was still erect.

‘Did I use it incorrectly?’

Vanessa had no choice but to think it was her mistake.

After all, it was her first time personally using [Virgin’s Kiss].

She had once experienced Claudia, then a saint candidate, use it to save her during the Sacred Flame War, but that had happened while she was barely conscious.

‘Maybe I simply wasn’t skilled enough to use [Virgin’s Kiss].’

She was inferior to Claudia, the former saint candidate, in many ways.

Vanessa blamed herself for her mistake.

‘I should have thought it over more carefully.’

An overwhelming craving for a cigarette welled up inside Vanessa.

If she could, she wanted to chew a cigarette to pieces and swallow it.

Then Ian made a request in a strained voice.

"Um... Sister Vanessa."

"Yes, go ahead."

"If you don’t mind, could you help me so I can cum?"

"Brother, I am neither your wife nor a whore. You should not ask such a question."

"I’m sorry. But I can’t endure it. If I don’t cum right away, I feel like the pain will kill me."

As Ian spoke while showing her his rigid cock, Vanessa wore a troubled expression.

‘He certainly looks like he’s suffering terribly.’

Vanessa knew well that if an erection lasted too long, the penis could become necrotic.

Considering the family Ian had to provide for, it was extremely dangerous.

‘Because I did something unnecessary.’

Vanessa had gone so far as to break her principles and use [Virgin’s Kiss] for Ian’s sake, but thinking that choice had instead put him in danger made her heart ache unbearably.

"It was my mistake, so I will help you this once."

"Please."

To make up for her mistake, Vanessa began stroking a man’s cock for the first time.

‘It feels completely different touching it directly with my hand.’

The thick, protruding veins and the scorching-hot shaft.

If there was a source of life, perhaps it was his cock.

Vanessa felt her face grow hot and red.

"May I lie down on the bed for a moment?"

"Is it uncomfortable to remain standing?"

"That too, but I’m afraid I might not be able to control my lust and force myself on you."

"...I understand."

At Ian’s request, Vanessa laid him down on the bed.

Then she lay beside him and continued to stroke him so that he could cum.

"Will this do?"

"I think it would be better if you pressed closer to my side, so you can restrain me at any time."

"All right."

"Thank you."

At Ian’s request, Vanessa pressed her body closer against his.

She pinned down his thigh with one leg and pressed his waist down with her upper body.

It had become a strangely obscene position, but Vanessa had no room to care about that.

She had to focus all her attention on stroking Ian’s cock.

‘Am I doing this right?’

Needless to say, Vanessa was a nun with no experience with men.

There was no basis for her to judge whether she was doing well.

In the end, suppressing her embarrassment, Vanessa asked Ian.

"Does it feel good?"

"Your hand is soft and slick, so it feels very good."

"I did not ask you to explain in detail."

"My apologies."

"More importantly, I’m glad it feels good. To enjoy it so much from nothing more than being touched... men are simpler than I thought."

"That’s not it. It feels good because it’s a beautiful woman like you, Vanessa."

"That again?"

"As far as I’m concerned, you are more than beautiful enough. I wish you had a little more confidence."

"Sigh... It seems that any woman will do for you."

"I don’t say things like this to just any woman. I shouldn’t be saying this, but I’ve admired you for a long time."

"I am not a woman worthy of your admiration."

"That isn’t true. Everyone knows that you sacrificed yourself for peace."

"..."

Dizzy from Ian’s confession, Vanessa pressed a hand to her forehead as she spoke.

"Brother, if you play this kind of joke again, I will truly castrate you."

"I’m only speaking honestly, yet I’ll be punished for it?"

"Being too honest can sometimes be a problem as well."

Vanessa moved the hand gripping Ian’s cock up and down.

"I truly cannot understand why you would like such an ugly woman so much."

"You aren’t ugly."

Ian gently touched the scarred area around Vanessa’s eye and whispered,

"I think this is part of your charm, if anything."

Vanessa could not say anything for a moment at his words, then pouted and complained.

"For a man who has received the [Mark of Love], you certainly have a natural talent for stirring a woman’s heart."

"Who knows? But if honesty is a sin, I will gladly accept the punishment."

"...You got me there."

Her face reddening at Ian’s words, Vanessa vigorously stroked his cock to hide her expression.

"Nngh, S-Sister?"

"I’ll finish this quickly."

"That’s petty of you."

"I have no idea what you mean."

Pretending innocence, Vanessa said in a heated voice,

"Cum already."

"Nngh!"

Ian did not simply take it lying down, either.

He reached out and grabbed one of Vanessa’s large breasts.

"Ah—!"

Vanessa was startled, but she did not point it out.

The situation had already devolved into a battle of pride. At this point, doctrine and principles were no longer important.

The only thing on her mind now was getting one over on Ian.

"I’m cumming!"

Ian was the first to make an unsightly display.

His hips bucked, and then he came across Vanessa’s face and breasts.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurrrt!

"Huh?"

Then Vanessa ended up making an unsightly display herself.

Startled by the semen erupting like a volcano, she could only stare blankly at the cum splattered across her face and breasts.

‘This is a man’s semen?’

The heavy male scent seeped into her brain.

She could not explain it in words, but Vanessa felt her body grow hot.

Then Ian whispered into her ear.

"Um, could I ask you to do it one more time?"

"....."

Vanessa gave no answer to Ian’s request for a long while.

. . .

Naturally, Vanessa gave me a severe scolding.

"Even if it is because of the curse, you must not do this to a nun."

"I’m sorry."

"And you must not say things that could make a nun misunderstand."

"I truly have no excuse."

It was roughly what I had expected, so I silently and humbly accepted her lecture.

"Whew... If it becomes difficult for you to endure again, come find me."

"What?"

"Your sexual desire. The curse of hypersexuality has not been completely cured yet."

"Is that really all right?"

"Normally, it is not. But I merely judged that it would be better for me to manage you directly than to have you lose control of your lust and lay hands on the other nuns. Do not misunderstand; I have no ulterior motive. To begin with, I made a mistake as well, so I am simply taking responsibility."

"..."

In short, Vanessa was saying that she would personally manage my releases.

‘She’s secretly pretty horny.’

Of course, I did not let it show.

When someone was offering to feed me, good manners dictated that I gratefully accept.

"I’m always indebted to you, Vanessa."

"I merely did what I had to do as a nun. And..."

Vanessa hesitated for a moment, then, unlike her usual impassive self, wore a shy expression.

"Aren’t we friends? I’m simply helping you as a friend."

"That’s right. We’re friends."

It felt as though one word would soon be added before the title of friend, but for now, Vanessa and I were friends.

"Would you like a cigarette?"

For the first time, Vanessa handed me a fresh cigarette.

Even though she had clearly said she could not give me supplies.

‘She’s allowing me more and more.’

Wondering what she would allow next, I accepted her cigarette.

Then she and I smoked while facing each other.

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