Inside

Claire’s rod began to slowly insert itself into the opened crevice.

The parted flesh clung to Claire’s rod as if it had been waiting eagerly. It wasn’t that she was inserting it slowly, but rather that the situation forced her to insert it slowly.

Due to a pressure completely different from that of hands or a mouth, Claire couldn’t help but hesitate with her hips. As the ridges protruding from the rod scraped past the folds of flesh, the inner flesh that had been pushed aside slapped and clung to it.

The insertion made a sound as if something was grinding.

Claire, who had been engrossed as if it were the most pressing task at hand, paused her thrusting hips for a moment.

When she lowered her head, she saw Asha’s flushed face. Asha let out a strange moan, as if she didn’t understand what was happening, and was exhaling hot breaths onto Claire.

Claire’s body trembled at the lukewarm breath tickling her chest.

Claire’s gaze swept over Asha.

Asha’s body, which seemed to have grown completely hot. But her closed eyes were utterly peaceful.

…It couldn’t be a coincidence that she still wasn’t waking up.

Thinking so, Claire shook off the sticky clinging flesh and powerfully thrust her hips towards the deepest part.

The rod, having reached the deepest part, knocked against Asha’s depths, thud, thud.

“Aahk!?”

With a sharp shriek, Asha’s hips were slightly lifted. Claire’s body, startled by the sudden closeness, lost its balance and collapsed over Asha.

Claire felt something that had seeped through the texture of her nun’s habit, soaking her belly and clothes and making them cling to her. Beyond the wetness, there was Asha’s warm body heat.

And beyond that… she felt something attached to her own body. At that fact, Claire’s head spun.

An addictive pleasure spreading from the rod throughout her entire body. Though she made the excuse that God had arranged it, the sense of depravity she couldn’t help but feel from violating her sleeping friend.

For Claire, who had just taken her first steps into sexual stimulation, it was too… great a stimulus.

Claire, with her hips still thrust in, trembled all over, tightly held Asha, and poured out her semen. Claire’s semen, ejaculated in gushes, filled Asha’s belly, and flowed down the slightly shrunken rod of Claire’s and out through the crevice.

Claire, immersed in the afterglow of ejaculation, suddenly felt it would be a shame to end it like this. With that thought, she unconsciously channeled divine power into the rod.

As a result, the rod, which had been about to return to its normal state, once again regained its monstrous form.

Claire, who had risen with her mouth covered in saliva, checked Asha’s face. It was a face she had seen before.

The seniors who secretly intertwined their bodies in bed.

It was similar to the expression of a senior who, pinned underneath, would moan and groan. When their blinking eyes met, they would cover their lips with a finger as if asking for silence, but then their face would relax into a wide grin.

…Of course, it wasn’t the same situation.

Claire felt satisfaction and relief, because it seemed she wasn’t the only one enjoying it.

‘Still, a little…’

Claire, raising her body, slowly withdrew her hips. With a grinding, squelching sound, Claire’s monstrous rod slowly pulled out. Claire’s semen and Asha’s fluid met, creating white foam.

As she tried to pull it out completely, Asha’s inner flesh, as if about to burst out, gripped Claire’s rod, as if telling her not to pull it out.

“Ugh….”

When she finally pulled the rod out by pressing with her fingers, Splash! Claire’s semen poured out of the crevice. It looked as if it was cleaning itself before going in again. Claire blushed for a moment, then flipped Asha’s body over.

…Perhaps she thought the stimulation was too great to do it face-to-face? Claire’s thoughts were unknown, but she silently fiddled with the throbbing rod and carefully caressed Asha’s body.

Asha’s completely flipped body was still erotic.

Not seeing her face seemed a little better, but the buttocks attached to her wide pelvis were plump and firm, and her tight-fitting clothes starkly revealed her pelvis and deeply curved waistline.

Claire realized that the rod she didn’t have, or rather, now had, was fully aroused. She gulped and lifted the nun’s habit covering Asha’s buttocks, revealing the crevice from which a whitish fluid was still flowing.

Claire aimed the rod once more. Her excellent adaptability, even in a position she was trying for the first time, quickly allowed her to fit the rod into the crevice.

The insertion began once more.

The rod invading even deeper.

A heaving body, hot moans escaping, pleasure rising up her spine. The room, sticky and hot.

Claire began to piston.

Roughly, as if it were unfair that she had ejaculated with just the previous insertion.

“Hnngh….”

Slap! Slap!

The sound of Claire and Asha’s flesh colliding was loud. The sticky fluid leaking from Asha’s crevice made a loud, squelching water sound.

When the rod pulled out, Asha’s body was pressed down onto the bed. When Claire thrust in with force, Asha’s hips arched like a bow. Saliva flowing from Asha’s mouth soaked the sheets.

Claire’s reason, which had barely been maintained, gradually faded away.

What could this situation, arranged by the Goddess, mean?

Strictly speaking, the union of woman and woman… didn’t violate doctrine… did it?

Ah, I don’t know. I’m sorry… But, the feeling… it’s… so good. So good.

Before long, all that remained in the room was.

One female, sleeping like the dead, unaware she was being violated.

And a pseudo-male, frantically thrusting her hips to impregnate that female.

The statue with the Goddess’s face carved into it, placed on the table, seemed to be taking in the sight.

In the room, which had been filled with all sorts of vulgar sounds, silence soon fell. This was because Claire, clinging to Asha, had deeply buried her hips and begun to release her semen.

Meanwhile, Asha, with her face buried in the bed, opened her hazy eyes.

…Is this a dream… right now?

She couldn’t put any strength into her body. It was as if she was experiencing sleep paralysis. As familiar pleasure poured from her heavily suppressed body, her hazy mind, far from waking up, drove Asha’s consciousness even deeper.

I must be going crazy to be having a dream like this.

“H-Hnngh!”

With a short moan, Asha fainted.

Claire didn’t notice it and continued to thrust her hips frantically, until the rod, infused with divine power, disappeared.

Since it was Claire’s own space, isolated from the other nuns, no one noticed the anomaly.

…Or perhaps, they were busy among themselves.

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I blinked my eyes open completely. My body felt refreshed. Was it because I had just woken up?

It seemed Claire’s massage had been effective after all.

Moving only my head, I looked around, and it was the room I had fallen asleep in yesterday.

A window through which pure white light entered.

Below it, Claire sat with her eyes closed. She seemed to be praying, with her hands clasped together, muttering something. At her devout appearance, I held my breath.

Because it felt like I would be disturbing her.

To shake off my sleep, I opened my eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. When I reached out my hand, my clothes had been changed. It wasn’t a nun’s habit, but the clothes I had worn when I came to the temple.

When I subtly felt around, my underwear was also properly on.

‘…Did Claire change my clothes for me?’

I didn’t even know I was being changed… It seemed I had accumulated a lot of fatigue one way or another, and had truly slept like the dead.

Then, a remnant of a dream suddenly came to mind. A dream of being buried in the sheets… and violated. My body unable to move, as if experiencing sleep paralysis… A ghost… no, it couldn’t be the work of an undead, could it?

This is a temple, after all.

Then it’s purely my… that… no, damn it, is it sexual frustration? Why am I like this?

My body had never even had a wet dream, so I had no idea how it ended up like this. I don’t know how Claire recognized me, but that means my true nature hasn’t changed.

I decided to put aside the unanswered questions for now. Because somehow, the more I thought about it… the more I felt like I was sinking into a swamp.

“…Are you awake?”

Meanwhile, perhaps sensing my stir, Claire opened her eyes and approached.

“Oh, uh, yeah… My clothes are changed, did you do that?”

Claire, who paused for a moment, came over and helped me sit up.

“…Yes.”

Thinking I had caused trouble, I awkwardly scratched my head.

“Uh… you must have seen something unpleasant because of me. Sorry. It seems some travel fatigue remained… I just fell asleep.”

Now that I think about it… it was the same day I got off the train, so considering everything that happened, it was natural. My stamina was already quite weak.

“…I see.”

Claire replied softly, then avoided my gaze. I had a bad feeling.

“…By any chance, did I cause you any trouble in my sleep yesterday?”

“Oh, oh! Nothing happened. Uh…”

“That’s a relief then.”

Claire, who couldn’t meet my gaze, suddenly grabbed both my hands and said.

“Asha.”

“Uh, u-uh?”

“By any chance… would you consider staying here a little longer…?”

Her face seemed to hold some kind of story.

But… I couldn’t agree. Because right now, I could barely manage myself.

As I opened my mouth to reply, Claire shook her head.

“No, I asked something unnecessary. Please forget it.”

As it was, Claire said she had received word that my companions would arrive soon and began to guide me outside, wearing her veil, just like when we first met.

In front of a large door, Claire muttered something.

“…Later, definitely… a story… at that time…”

“Claire?”

Claire, who had been muttering, I couldn’t tell what expression she had behind her veil, but I saw her flinch and tremble. Soon, she replied in her usual voice.

“If you go out this door and walk straight, your companions will be waiting. I… will go back from here. I have an urgent matter.”

“Really? Are you sure you don’t want to see Veronica’s face?”

I sensed some hesitation, but Claire’s resolve was firm.

“…Not now… No, I want to see her too, but it’s an urgent matter. I’d appreciate it if you could give Veronica my regards instead.”

“That’s not difficult.”

Indeed, she seemed incredibly busy just yesterday.

With Claire, who opened the door for me, I said we’d meet again, and then we parted ways. Looking in the direction Claire was going, it seemed to say ‘Confession…’ or something.

She’s busy from morning.

I wondered what would happen yesterday, but I was able to learn what kind of reaction divine power had, so I guess it wasn’t a completely wasted time.

Leading my body, which was surprisingly fine despite having starved, I headed towards the place where my companions would be waiting.

Finally, it was time to go meet Master, who was nowhere to be seen.