Are you sleeping…?

Claire watched Asha leave, then turned her gaze away.

Would that girl even realize? That she had sent the Nuns away for her own safety.

Well, it would be hard for her to imagine.

Even if she was devout, there was no way she’d know where the rampant sexual desires of women in their prime would lead.

‘…Is it the same for me?’

Claire recalled what had happened a little while ago.

The pleasure she felt for the first time. The strange appearance of the person she unknowingly felt affection for. The desire she desperately suppressed while reciting prayers.

For Claire, who had never even properly masturbated, it was an overwhelming stimulus. Furthermore, if she hadn’t known the true nature of the pink-haired girl, things might have been a bit better, but that was impossible from the start.

Claire tried hard to forget that sensation. But the more she tried, the more vividly it came to mind. Claire, who had remained submerged in the bath for a long time after Asha left, eventually had to leave the bath without being able to shake off the afterimages.

As Claire emerged, water dripping, tok, tok, from her chestnut hair, her eyes caught sight of the Nun’s Habit Asha had left behind.

Normally, Asha should have taken it to wash herself, but Asha, who had never been inside, had simply taken it off and left.

Claire sighed, realizing she hadn’t told her, then picked up the Nun’s Habit. A strangely sweet scent wafted up.

At the same time, she recalled Asha clinging to her side and stroking the rod. The sweet scent and body heat emanating from Asha.

And the pleasure given by the rod she thought was grotesque.

Finally, when the pale liquid poured out….

Claire shook her head vigorously. Her still-wet chestnut hair expelled moisture. Claire, who had been staring intently at the liquid splattering onto the floor, soon dried herself and got dressed.

Claire informed a nearby Nun that the Bathroom was now available, then headed towards the Room where Asha would be. Was it because of the bathwater? Her cheeks seemed to be flushed.

When Claire opened the door to the private room, darkness greeted her eyes. It was because Asha, who had immediately fallen asleep, hadn’t turned on the light.

As Claire moved to turn on the light, she heard the steady breathing of Asha.

‘…She must have been very tired.’

Thinking so, Claire turned on the soft lamp beside the bed and took a breath.

Asha’s pink hair, slightly damp, clung to her face, creating a strange atmosphere. Hot breaths escaped her crimson lips, warming the surrounding air.

Lowering her gaze, she saw a pale white nape. Along with the moist beads of sweat that her body, warmed by the bathwater, emitted.

Perhaps it was the soft lighting… it made Claire feel strange.

‘…What is this?’

Lowering her gaze, she saw a charmingly protruding mound on Asha’s slightly wet chest. Claire unknowingly placed her hand on it. With a slightly firm sensation, a strange moan escaped Asha’s lips.

…Why isn’t she wearing the underwear I gave her? Is she perhaps trying to tempt me? No, that can’t be, she’s Asha Astaroth. It must be that the size didn’t fit… something like that.

Even so, Claire’s gaze diligently swept over Asha’s body.

Her frame wasn’t very large, but her body was unnecessarily alluring. With proportions close to an adult’s, what should protrude did, and what should recede was hollowed. Especially, the curve extending from her solar plexus to her lower abdomen stimulated lust.

Claire’s gaze reached her lower body.

Claire tilted her head. There should have been marks inside, but it was smooth.

‘Surely… she didn’t wear anything even here….’

Claire’s trembling hand fumbled over Asha’s pelvis. It was smooth and slick. Her hand glided over it without obstruction. At that ticklish touch.

“Eung… Hhut…”

Asha let out a heated breath.

Her body, twitching with shallow pleasure, seemed to be tempting the other person.

Claire suppressed her writhing desires.

Perhaps as a counter-effect, strange fantasies kept invading Claire’s mind.

The suppressed moans she heard during night walks when things weren’t going well. The cautious presences felt in dark places. The seniors who clung stickily to the bed next to her when she wasn’t yet a Saint.

When Asha’s face overlapped with those afterimages, Claire flinched and trembled.

Claire, falling off the bed as if fleeing, ended up landing on her bottom.

“Eukkyak! Heup!”

A scream escaped her due to the pain shooting up her spine, but she clamped her mouth shut lest Asha wake up. Claire massaged her throbbing bottom and approached the bed.

Asha was still there, sleeping soundly, oblivious to the world.

‘Rather… I should wake her.’

Claire grabbed Asha’s shoulder and shook her. However, Asha only mumbled and didn’t open her eyes. Instead, she grabbed Claire’s arm and pulled her into a hug.

Dokidoki.

Asha’s heartbeat and the soft sensation around her wrist made Claire’s head feel hot.

With the scenes she had witnessed so far overlapping with Asha’s face, Claire’s mind gradually became a mess.

Claire’s eyes saw the red lips, from which hot breaths came and went.

Wouldn’t a kiss be alright? The fact that the other person was asleep bothered her a little, but don’t friends often do it as a sign of affection?

Claire, feeling Asha’s throbbing heartbeat, brought her face closer to Asha’s. She gazed at Asha’s inexplicably flushed cheeks, then pressed her lips against them.

The first kiss she had ever experienced was sweet. Claire’s clumsy rubbing of lips gradually deepened. A kiss that seemed too intense to be merely a sign of affection.

Claire, who had been frantically exploring Asha’s lips, suddenly came to her senses. She saw Asha gasping for breath and herself clinging to Asha.

“Ah… Eugh….”

This shouldn’t be happening, ah, eugh, why aren’t you waking up?

Claire was worried about her friend. To be sleeping so defenselessly and not waking up in a changed body.

It seemed too dangerous. Wouldn’t it be better to have her stay at the Temple?

…Ah, come to think of it, she had Companions.

She felt envious.

As she thought such thoughts, her lower abdomen felt ticklish. Claire realized that this sensation originated from the rod that had grown.

The pleasure the rod gave and Asha’s gentle touch came to mind.

And… soon, even the incident where it was accidentally taken into Asha’s mouth.

She felt sorry for Asha, but it had been warm and pleasant.

Claire flinched and clasped her hands together. This was wrong. That was….

Was it truly… wrong?

If the rod that had grown became strong with divine power, then… wasn’t it permitted by the Goddess…?

If it were wrong, it surely would have been purified.

Claire took out a box. When she carefully opened it, a pure white pill was visible. She slowly took it out and held it in her hand.

‘Just once… let’s check just one more time.’

Because something might have been wrong.

Claire swallowed the pill in her hand. This time, there was no water to wash it down, so it was a bit dry, but she gulped it down with pooled saliva. Before long, a familiar sensation was felt in her lower body.

Claire pulled up her clothes and slightly lowered her underwear.

Buluk.

And the rod popped out. Claire silently channeled divine power into the rod.

Then, this time too, Bulkeun.

And the rod became healthy. When she first saw it, it had only seemed grotesque, but once she thought it was something permitted by the Goddess, it looked dignified.

Claire looked at the lying Asha once more.

The bare skin revealed above the tight Nun’s Habit was clearly visible. Perhaps due to the aftermath of the kiss, her chest rose and fell with each breath. Her mouth was glistening with Claire and Asha’s saliva.

Claire gulped, swallowing dry saliva. As she looked at Asha, she felt as if the rod, permitted by the Goddess, was growing larger and larger.

No, it was actually growing.

From the rod, made healthy by divine power, transparent fluid dripped, tok, tok, like water droplets from a loosely closed faucet, wetting Asha’s clothes.

Claire instinctively climbed on top of Asha, overlapping their bodies. Claire’s two hands were planted beside Asha’s head. Her knees dug in beside Asha’s soft thighs.

The emotions in her orange eyes were complex, but soon she reached one conclusion.

The rod was permitted by the Goddess.

To her friend, who had fallen asleep defenselessly and wouldn’t wake up… a warning….

Come to think of it… her dear friend clearly hadn’t come to her senses yet.

To fall asleep so defenselessly after experiencing such a thing, it seemed her dear friend needed a bit more of a lesson. It was clear the Goddess had bestowed this upon her for that very purpose.

Yes… so this is the Goddess-nim’s will.

As her representative, it was something she naturally had to do.

Claire let out a rough breath and pulled up Asha’s clothes. After lifting the clothes, starting from the hem, a smooth, glistening mound was starkly visible. It was already oozing a sticky fluid, as if desiring something.

Even then, her dear friend remained asleep, hands clasped together, not waking from her slumber.

The object permitted by the Goddess and a friend who slept as if praying, not waking up.

There could be no coincidence.

Everything seemed to have been preordained.

Claire aimed the rod, swollen with divine power, at the crevice.

A squelching sound was heard, but naturally, the rod couldn’t enter and slipped.

“Heung….”

A voice mixed with pleasure flowed from Asha’s lips.

Claire felt the rod grow even harder.

…

Is her divine power insufficient?

Claire, who couldn’t possibly have any experience, judged it so and channeled divine power into the rod. Soon, the rod transformed into the shape she had seen earlier today.

Claire held the tip of the rod and moved it towards the pink crevice.

Jjeogeok-

Then, the monstrous rod began to force open Asha’s crevice.