Ch.217Side Story: Calm Your Excitement

“Have you arrived, my God.”

“Christine? What brings you here?”

As I was returning to my room after parting with Olivia, Christine, who had been standing in front of my door, bowed respectfully toward me. It seemed as if she had been waiting for me for quite some time, with such naturalness.

I wondered if she had been staying at the mansion all along, but then I recalled how calmly Olivia had conversed with me, which made me think otherwise. If Christine had been here, Olivia would have surely shown some reaction.

They were in the same place but didn’t fight? That would be underestimating these girls’ personalities too much. It’s far more accurate to assume they simply hadn’t seen each other at all.

“I have been waiting for my God continuously. Now that my wait has borne fruit, this little lamb dares to open her mouth to worship you.”

“You’ve been waiting all this time? Where?”

“Do you not already know, my God?”

I don’t know.

I truly had no idea what she was talking about, but Christine seemed so confident that I knew, I couldn’t bring myself to ask.

Christine stood calmly with her eyes closed and her hands clasped in front of her lower abdomen. Judging by her demeanor, it seemed she hadn’t caught me embracing Olivia and sniffing her at the mansion entrance.

If she had, she wouldn’t be standing here quietly but would have gone looking to kill Olivia.

Since I’d run into her anyway, I thought I might as well give something to Christine too. With that in mind, I took out a box of chocolates from my bag. Hearing the rustling sound, her eyelids opened, revealing yellow amber eyes.

Those beautiful eyes, the color of pumpkins, stared blankly at the box in my hand. I extended my hand forward. Her gaze followed the chocolate box.

“Here, a gift.”

“My God, this is…?”

“I thought it would be awkward to come empty-handed, so I bought this as a souvenir… Christine?”

Just as I was thinking her reaction was much calmer than I had expected, Christine stared blankly at my face and the chocolate box in my hand alternately, then collapsed to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.

I hurriedly checked Christine’s condition in panic. Her wide-open eyes were unfocused, and there was no movement. I couldn’t feel warm breath when I placed my finger under her nose.

“…Christine?”

There’s no way Christine wouldn’t respond to my call.

The hallway was quiet. There was no answer. Christine just sat on the floor, frozen with blank, unfocused eyes. Just in case, I placed my hand on Christine’s heart.

Her heart had stopped.

While I momentarily ceased thinking in the face of this unexpected situation, Christine coughed and began to move again. I could feel her heartbeat thumping again under my palm on her chest.

“I-I am sorry, my God. For such an unsightly… Ah?”

Before an apology could fully leave her lips, Christine realized that my hand was touching her chest and stopped moving again, lowering her head.

“…”

I removed my hand from her chest. Her heart, which I thought had started beating again, had stopped. It seemed much better to just wait for her to come to her senses on her own.

The death that had taken hold of her body disappeared after about 30 seconds. As soon as Christine regained life, she knelt before me, bowed her head, and burst into tears.

“I am sorry, I am sorry. To die and resurrect before God, how dare someone like me show such unsightly behavior without knowing my place. Please do not forgive this little lamb. Please do not forgive this little lamb.”

“I’m fine, so you can lift your head, Christine. Don’t cry. Come on, stop.”

It wasn’t just fainting—her heart actually stopped and she died, so why would I reprimand her for that?

I never imagined she would die of cardiac arrest just because I gave her a gift. I couldn’t imagine someone dying from something like that.

I lifted her head from the floor and gently wiped her eyes with my fingers. Christine’s face was covered in transparent liquid that had flowed from her eyes in that short time.

Each time my fingers wiped her tear-stained face, Christine made strange moaning sounds like “heeuk” or “heyuk” and flinched.

“Here. Don’t die this time.”

As I handed her the chocolate box, two trembling hands received it. The hands gripping the box were shaking so much I wondered if they would be alright.

As I grabbed her shoulders to help her stand up, I suddenly noticed something strange. The form of the nun’s habit Christine was wearing looked a bit different from what I remembered.

The nun’s habit Christine used to wear clearly revealed the ample mounds underneath, which bounced freely with her movements.

Below, the garment was slit up to her waist, revealing her thighs adorned with white garter belts.

But now it was different.

The movement of her chest was barely visible, and instead of garter belts wrapping her thighs and calves, there were bare legs. The side slit of the nun’s habit had disappeared, revealing only the line of her hips rather than bare skin.

Should I say it had become a more modest outfit? Anyway, that’s how it was. Of course, while the bouncing of her chest had decreased, the size itself was still enormous, comparable to the size of a head.

“Did you change your clothes?”

At my question, Christine, who had been looking at the chocolate box with tearful eyes, hiccupped.

“Did you… notice?”

“The difference is so obvious, it would be stranger not to notice.”

As soon as I told her that I knew she had changed her clothes, Christine fidgeted uncomfortably and then abruptly stood up. Wondering what was happening, I also got to my feet.

“…My God.”

“I’m listening.”

After taking several very deep breaths, Christine opened her mouth hesitantly in a voice as quiet as an ant crawling.

“May I… this unfaithful lamb… dare to… touch the body of God?”

Hadn’t she already tried methods to kill me before, squeezing my heart and drinking my blood? I wondered why Christine was suddenly asking permission to touch my body.

Despite having my limbs torn off, fingers cut off, heart burst, and body crushed easily thousands of times, why this sudden request for permission?

“You can do as you please. I don’t mind. But what are you trying to do?”

“…Thank you, my God.”

Christine bowed deeply toward me, then with an expression half filled with resolute determination and half with hesitant uncertainty, she levitated the chocolate box in the air and grabbed both my hands.

Then she placed my left hand on her chest and my right hand between her thighs.

I felt a damp piece of cloth at the tip of my right fingers. My left hand was completely buried in her chest. When I unconsciously moved my fingers, her breast squished in my palm.

“—?!”

As I froze in shock, Christine spoke with an extremely plaintive voice.

“My God, is my body satisfactory? Is it not lacking to receive the affection bestowed by God?”

“Huh? What?”

“Do you deem it sufficient for your enjoyment?”

While I was more confused than excited despite touching her body, Christine, who had pressed my hands against herself, was breathing heavily with excitement.

“…Hnngh.”

After rubbing my hands against her chest and between her thighs for a while, Christine released them with an expression full of regret and adjusted her clothes.

“Christine?”

At my cautious call, her eyes, filled with dreaminess, looked up. Those yellow amber eyes were full of ecstasy and excitement. Her lips trembled eagerly.

“…Yes, my God.”

“Why did you suddenly do that?”

I wasn’t trying to interrogate or reprimand her. I was simply curious about why she had suddenly acted that way.

Christine twisted her body as if trying to calm her excitement, continuously letting out moans, then wiped the tears that had formed at the corners of her eyes and bowed her head once more.

“This little lamb dares to hope for the compassion that God will bestow upon me.”

“Huh? Wait—”

And before I could say anything, she turned around and with a loud bang, completely destroyed the mansion wall and disappeared into the forest beyond.

What was that, really?

“Hng, hnngh, hnnnnnnn…”

Christine was rubbing her thighs together, not knowing what to do with the ecstasy filling her body.

She was excited at hearing she could soon be embraced by God, excited at the thought of seducing God with the lewd outfit hidden under this clean nun’s habit, and excited by the fantasy of God using her body.

In such a situation, when God suddenly bestowed unexpected grace upon her, her emotions had exploded.

But no matter how hard she clutched her chest until it hurt, pinched the tips with all her might, or rubbed between her legs with her fingers until her underwear was soaked, the excitement wouldn’t easily subside.

It was natural. Having experienced the heavenly sensation of being caressed by God, there was no way she could be satisfied by merely rubbing with her own filthy fingers.

After moaning lewdly for a while due to the heat that simply wouldn’t subside, Christine suddenly remembered the gift bestowed by God. The chocolates in the box.

Yes. The box.

Her yellow amber eyes turned toward the box floating in the air. Its edge was very sharp, and having been made indestructible with divine power, it was extremely sturdy.

A different emotion filled the two eyes staring at that sharp corner.

Something like… sacrilege.

The position of the box began to slowly descend.