Chapter 106: The Curious Inquisitor

“I see. So it’s a structure where semen comes out if you hold and shake it. The operating mechanism is just like a dairy cow.”

“A dairy cow?”

“Yes. It’s like milking, you could say. That kind of feeling.”

Is this what they mean when they say something is more perverted because of its innocence?

Rosie, while fiddling with the semen on her fingers as if fascinated, said that the penis was similar to a dairy cow.

Maybe they are similar. Just as you can squeeze milk from a cow’s udder, you can also squeeze semen from a penis.

“So, how should this semen be handled? Should it be thrown away?”

“Huh? Well, usually after ejaculation, it’s mostly discarded.”

“It seems wasteful.”

“Wasteful?”

“Yes. Isn’t it like a juice? Or concentrate? Something your body worked hard to produce?”

“…That’s right?”

It is, indeed. Should we call it penis juice? Or baby seed concentrate?

I’m not sure how to name it, but the word itself means a refined liquid.

“Thinking about carelessly throwing away such a thing seems to go against my spirit of frugality.”

Throwing away semen goes against the spirit of frugality?

Is this woman born a succubus?

“What should we do? Is it okay to eat this?”

“Uh. Well. Um, there’s no problem with eating it?”

“I see. The sticky texture is like a high-grade elixir. Since you say it’s okay to eat, I’m curious about the taste.”

“….”

Rosie examined the semen this way and that, then lightly licked it with her tongue.

“Hmm. Apart from a slightly salty taste, I don’t seem to taste anything special. Have you ever tasted semen, Sion?”

“No! Never!”

“I see. So you haven’t experienced semen consumption either.”

Rosie sucked on my semen that was on her fingers as if she was genuinely curious about its taste.

“Slurp. Hmm. It’s slightly salty and a bit bitter. Hmm.”

In the end, Rosie swallowed all the semen on her hand.

Then she rolled it around in her mouth and evaluated the taste.

“It’s a fairly decent taste. From now on, I’ll consume the semen instead of throwing it away. How about that?”

“Well. Uh. If, if you like the taste. I guess that would be fine.”

I got an erection.

This is driving me crazy. What should I do?

“You’ve gotten bigger again. Is it a model that grows even without touching?”

“Well, yes. Sometimes it grows on its own.”

“That must be troublesome. Please wait a moment.”

“Uh!”

Rosie grabbed my erect penis again as if it was something she obviously had to do.

“It’s a structure where it shrinks when you extract the semen, right? If I touch it again, it should soon shrink. Leave it to me, I’ll handle it well.”

“Ah, no. Wait a moment..”

Ignoring my pleas to stop, Rosie focused on my penis again.

She squeezed out semen again, fiddling with both hands.

To think I’d receive two consecutive handjobs from a busty priestess in close contact.

My legs trembled slightly.

“It came out slower than before. The speed has decreased.”

“Well, usually after ejaculating once, it doesn’t come out well the second time.”

“Is that so? I see.”

Rosie swallowed the semen, nodding calmly.

As if not wanting to miss even the last drop, she stroked my penis and swallowed even the remaining semen in the urethra.

“It seems I’ll need some time to get used to swallowing. It’s quite thick to just swallow.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you alright?”

“Well, my legs feel a bit weak.”

“I’ve unintentionally been rude. It’s just because it got so big.”

“It’s okay…”

Rosie offered a casual apology.

It feels strange to receive an apology, and it’s partly my responsibility for getting erect.

Ah, I don’t know. Is this right? Feeding semen to a priestess who knows nothing. A slight feeling of guilt arose.

“Shall we wash up for now?”

“Let’s do that.”

I took out a towel from my inventory and handed it to Rosie.

Rosie, who quietly received the towel, thought for a moment and then asked cautiously while watching my reaction.

“It seems a bit unfair if I’m the only one touching. Would you like to touch too, Sion?”

“…What?”

“My chest, I mean.”

“Uh, well.”

My hand approached Rosie’s chest.

Regardless of my will.

“Ah.”

“How is it?”

“Well, um. It’s soft.”

“Huhu. Do you like it?”

“Yes. I like it.”

“I’m glad.”

Rosie blushed as if embarrassed and quickly put on her clothes.

Rosie became dressed in her nun’s habit that looked stuffy, showing no usual skin color.

Ah, was that just now a dream?

I’m sure I was touching clouds.

Only after wiggling my hand in the air several times could I finally come to my senses.

‘I’m dizzy.’

I knew she was a bit unique, but she seems even more unique than I thought.

How should I put it, I thought she was like a wooden block with almost no emotional fluctuations, but when I touched her, I found it cute how she quickly became embarrassed.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Ah, I’m clearing away the tent.”

“I see. Hurry up and clear it, then you two rest as well. Tomorrow we’re hunting the giant.”

“Yes, Saint.”

As soon as I changed clothes and came out of the tent, I ran into the Saint.

If the timing had been off, we might have been caught by the Saint.

‘We weren’t caught, right?’

The Saint went to check another gate again.

I cleared away the tent with Rosie and took out a blanket to lean against the wall to take a short nap.

“Um, Sion, I have another question.”

“What is it?”

“How are babies made?”

“Pardon?”

“I’ve always been curious. How are babies made? No one would answer when I asked. It’s been one of my lifelong questions.”

“…”

Rosie naturally came to my side and pressed close.

She asked me how babies are made.

‘This is driving me crazy. What should I say?’

Should I tell her that babies are made when you hold hands and sleep?

Or should I explain everything explicitly?

“Well. Umm.”

“You can tell me slowly.”

Rosie naturally leaned on my shoulder.

Come to think of it, Rosie has been sleeping on my shoulder since the second day we entered the labyrinth.

“Babies, you see. Well, when a man and a woman…”

“Is it enough to hold hands and sleep?”

“Huh? Uh. No, that’s not it.”

As I was deeply contemplating how to explain, Rosie grinned.

“Actually, I know.”

“You know?”

“Yes. I’ve learned that much.”

“Oh my! You asked even though you knew?”

“Yes. When a couple embraces and sleeps, doesn’t the Goddess leave a child at their bedside?”

“…..?”

This woman doesn’t know anything at all.

This is essentially on the same level as an adult believing in Santa Claus.

‘I don’t have the confidence to explain any further.’

I don’t know where to start picking at this.

‘I’ll have to teach her slowly.’

Since I’m the only one who can teach her, I guess I have to do it. Feeling a strange sense of responsibility, I decided to try educating her at her level.

“Just embracing and sleeping doesn’t make babies.”

“What? What do you mean? Please don’t lie. I know what I know.”

“No, it’s not a lie, it’s the truth.”

“What?”

Rosie looked at me as if shocked.

“But Sister Heite clearly said that if you embrace and sleep, the Goddess gives you a child…”

“You do need to embrace and sleep. However, a deeper act is necessary.”

“A deeper act?”

“Yes. What did you learn from me today, Rosie?”

“That… if you massage the male organ, semen comes out?”

“Yes. That’s the baby seed.”

“Oh.. Yes. So semen is the baby seed.”

“Yes. That seed needs to be planted.”

“Where do you plant it?”

“In a woman’s body. You’ve seen pregnant women before, right?”

“Yes. Ah, pregnant women give birth to children. So in the end, the Goddess can’t place them at the bedside, can she?”

“That’s right. Do you now realize the logical contradiction?”

“Oh my, wait. What I’ve been believing all this time…”

Rosie finally seemed to realize something was off.

She was quite flustered by the gap created between the common sense she knew and the reality she had actually seen.

“Then where do you plant the baby seed..?”

“In the woman’s uterus. You need to plant it there.”

“I’ve never properly learned about the uterus.”

“Well, it’s around here.”

I gently rubbed Rosie’s lower abdomen.

One might ask how an adult woman doesn’t know even this, but this is a medieval civilization.

There aren’t even proper doctors, so it’s a world where clerics heal wounds with healing arts.

Last time, even Yuria and the Young Lady were surprised when I told them about germs and cleanliness.

The common sense that modern Earth people have doesn’t always translate as common sense here. Especially for an inquisitor raised in a closed-minded order, her information must be even more biased.

“You’re saying the uterus is here?”

“Yes. If you plant the baby seed here, the baby gradually grows inside and then is born.”

“Then how do you plant the baby seed? Ah..! I see..!”

Rosie seemed to have gained understanding at the same time as her question.

“Could it be.. you put that inside here…”

“Yes. You need to put it in. If you put it in and inject it, a baby is made.”

“Why couldn’t I realize this on my own?”

“Maybe you never thought about it deeply?”

“Well, I was just curious. I never pondered it deeply. Not even once.”

“So has your curiosity been mostly satisfied now?”

“Yes. No. I still have more questions.”

“Oh… Ask away.”

My eyes were starting to close, but as I sincerely answered Rosie’s many curious questions, time flew by.

“Oh. Oh. My goodness. I’ve gained so much knowledge. Somehow, I feel strange and embarrassed. Is this normal?”

“It’s a normal reaction.”

“My, my uterus is trembling.”

“Pffft..! cough cough Oh my.”

Rosie immediately using the words she just learned.

“You shouldn’t say things like that in front of other people. You’ll be misunderstood as a pervert.”

“Huhuhu. Yes. I see it’s a word I can only use in front of you, Sion. I understand well. Phew..”

An excited Rosie nodded while feeling my body.

Somehow, I ended up creating a virgin beach with a vigorous sexual curiosity.