187.

    Surprisingly, the negotiations dragged on. Their opinions ran parallel, ultimately resulting in a repetition of the same arguments. However, neither side had infinite time, so a conclusion had to be reached. Though their voices didn’t raise, a tense verbal battle ensued. The inability to forcibly arrest her stemmed from the goddess’s existence. Of course, it was sacrilege from the start, but at least they were attempting to pressure her into surrendering willingly.

    It might be a word game, but it was a minimal safety measure.

    ‘Should I just arrest her now? Even if I bring her in for disturbing the peace, no one would object….’

    A nun flaunting her genitals. I fear I’ll dream about it.

    “In short, it would be better for me to speak with the one who presented the plea to Her Majesty, rather than with Her Majesty herself.”

    “Impossible.”

    There’s no concrete proof. But there is something close to it. The girl is currently under protective custody, so I can’t let you meet this whore.

    “…This is tiresome. I’ve heard enough meaningless arguments from my courtiers. I’ll make you an offer that only benefits you. Leave your companions behind, and if you accept a single guard, I’ll permit your activities.”

    “……That’s fine. I’m enough on my own.”

    The Queen had no way of knowing that Titania could be summoned at any time, and that she alone could do the work of hundreds. Her slightly delayed response was to lessen suspicion by appearing to be considering the offer.

    The Queen raised her hand and gently tapped her palm twice. Then, as if an assassin, a girl emerged from the ceiling. Despite wearing an obviously restrictive maid’s uniform, her movements were swift.

    “You summoned me.”

    “It’s a mission. Watch this whore. Everything she does. Report any suspicious activity immediately.”

    A sharp-faced, cold girl. With dark brown hair bordering on black, she exuded a chilling atmosphere. She looked around the same age as Erina, but shorter. Her maid’s uniform was simple, and her figure unremarkable, but her face was strikingly beautiful.

    A loyal maid who always accompanies the Queen, her family has served the royal family for generations. With each generation, the ideal of perfect service has been instilled, making her a formidable person despite her young age.

    “Sonia. Use the name Sonia outside.”

    “As you command. Am I only to watch over this vermin? I can also cut her throat.”

    “If her dealings with demons are proven, you may act first and report later.”

    “Are you saying that to her face? Whatever. I have nothing to hide. And…, oh, nothing.”

    Erina paused, about to ask a question. It was meant to seek permission, but it was a foolish question, so she stopped. The goddess had already granted permission.

    “Let’s end this. Your colleagues will be detained here.”

    “You don’t intend to imprison them?”

    The Queen sighed lightly.

    “They’ll be under observation until your guilt is proven. That’s enough. I feel like I’m going to vomit if I talk any more. Sonia, I leave this to you. I must return to the palace.”

    The Queen was sickened by the strong odor that had been lingering. She felt like she would go mad if she stayed in that room any longer. Leaving the cleanup to Sonia, the Queen dismissed all the soldiers guarding the church. Stepping outside, she finally felt able to breathe.

    “Whew. I haven’t been, but that’s the kind of smell a brothel would have… That said, my darling daughter needs some discipline. Let’s go home.”

    I told her to refrain from public appearances until her coming-of-age ceremony, yet she has such a meddlesome nature… Who did she inherit this from?

    “Are you alright?”

    “What is it? I’m fine.”

    “Your face is flushed, and your breathing is ragged. Are you overexcited?”

    A courtier, who had been quietly waiting outside, spoke. Indeed, she seemed more agitated than usual. She should have maintained more composure and dignity. The sight she had witnessed had unnerved her, causing her to lose her composure.

    “I’m fine. I’m just furious because of that damned cock.”

    “Cock? Please choose your words more carefully.”

    To be honest, that damn nun is far beyond the term “pervert.” That size and shape are simply not human. The veins were so prominent, and it seemed harder than steel forged by an expert blacksmith. The smell was enough to make her head spin.

    Gulp―.

    Even in the fresh air, the heat in her body wouldn’t subside.

    “That… it’s less a cock and more like a weapon, perhaps. I wonder if such a thing is even possible…”

    “What? What do you mean?”

    As she walked toward the palace, she related what she had seen.

    “Listen. Thinking about it, it’s ridiculous. A nun with a cock the size of a forearm… She’s a saint, really. And those women who take it without a second thought must not be right in the head.”

    “Your Majesty, we are outside. Please, at least do this within the palace walls.”

    It itched. It itched so badly she couldn’t bear it. That enormous thing kept playing on her mind.

    “…Alright.”

    However, the courtier’s words weren’t wrong. If she let her words flow carelessly, baseless rumors would spread. With the current volatile political situation, she couldn’t further confuse the people. She wasn’t usually talkative, and the meaningless debate had already left her parched, but if she didn’t talk about the thing constantly circling in her head, it wouldn’t leave her mind.

    Its shape, smell, thickness; all of it tormented her brain.

    And that thought eventually led her to imagine it penetrating her.

    She had a daughter but never had intercourse. Perhaps, just perhaps, she was angry out of a hint of envy. Her position as Queen, which prevented her from displaying her sexuality, had made her days of unfulfilled passion too long. It shouldn’t even be possible, yet why did her arousal persist? She couldn’t even shake her head easily, only sighing.

    Let’s change the subject.

    “What about that pink-haired girl?”

    “She’s still showing signs of delusion.”

    The girl who had reported the problems with the Pai sect. She had been severely abused, and had almost completely lost her mind. She could only engage in coherent conversation for about an hour a day. Having presented irrefutable evidence, the Queen had ordered that girl’s protection, which is why she had met Erina.

    And as she had heard, she was definitely not an ordinary nun. If left unchecked, she would undoubtedly destroy the nation from within.

    “I see.”

    Furthermore, that meant she couldn’t view all clerics favorably. She knew that there were differences in sects, doctrines, and even that the goddess definitely existed, but every organization has its dissidents. Moreover, the demons, the biggest current issue, were the natural enemies of the clergy. It was a fact that the increased activity of the demons and the Pai sect coincided, and whether it was mere coincidence was questionable.

    The Queen and her entourage arrived at the palace.

    “Whew. I’ll go rest for a while. Tell the princess I have business with her after dinner.”

    “Yes, Your Majesty.”

    She was exhausted. As soon as the Queen entered her chambers, she carefully placed her crown on an expensive cushion. Then she threw off the elaborate gown she was wearing.

    “Whew―.”

    With a long sigh, she collapsed onto the soft bed. She wanted to sleep until dinner, but she couldn’t. Naturally, she, like the princess, if not more so, cared deeply about the nation, so she had no time to indulge in rest. She rolled half a turn to gaze at the ceiling, quietly reviewing the day’s events.

    A daily routine of self-reflection and determination, although a little early to be writing in her diary.

    Swish. Unconsciously, the Queen looked around her. No matter how hard she tried to forget, no matter how tightly she squeezed her eyes shut, the image of the nun’s appendage kept surfacing. It had been nearly 20 years since she last saw something like it. She unconsciously began rubbing her fingers over her panties.

    ‘If I don’t relieve myself thoroughly… it may even hinder my political work.’

    She hadn’t had intercourse, but she had masturbated. She couldn’t go on suppressing her sexual desires. She frequently used a dildo, a custom-made item ordered secretly from her servants. However, she hadn’t used it lately, so her desires were quite pent up.

    “Mm―♡”

    A slight touch, and already her clitoris felt sensitive.

    ‘Large cock, penis… penis… I want it inside. My toys aren’t enough anymore….’

    The beautiful lace panties were slowly becoming stained.

    “M-more sensitive than usual…. Ah, ah♡”

    She was in heat from Erina’s semen. Just rubbing her clitoris made her hips twitch slightly. But she couldn’t seem to reach climax. She hastily opened a drawer and took out a dildo, but it was small.

    “What’s this small toy…? Is this the one I use?”

    But it was her one and only custom-made product. Surely the size she’d always found most comfortable, yet it seemed so small now. It seemed pathetically small, yet she couldn’t do without using it right now.

    “Ooh― Mmm―.”

    Though it looked small, it was still her familiar size. She spread her legs and began to thrust the dildo. Sweet and rough breaths flowed from her.

    She thrust again and again, but she still felt unsatisfied. She thrust the dildo until her arms ached, and only then did she begin to feel the pleasure building.

    “No… this isn’t enough…. I need a real, real cock…. A hard, hot cock… Fuck me, fuck meeee…!”

    But there was no real cock to satisfy her. The lingering heat left her feeling unsatisfied even after forcing herself to climax.

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