This can’t be!!!

“Almighty Ibris-isiyeo, embrace me with your holy light….”

As Claire, with her hands clasped tightly together, recited the prayer, she felt as if a pure white light was pouring down onto her body. Contrary to that sacred and holy appearance….

Bulge.

It felt as if such a sound could be heard. Claire’s nun’s habit was stretched taut. It seemed to grow larger and larger every time Claire poured out her divine power.

“C-Claire, shouldn’t you stop now…?”

“Sh-shut up! Th-this can’t be….”

Unable to believe that divine power was useless, Claire shook her head violently, closed her eyes, and recited the prayer again.

“Receive me into your benevolent embrace… and guide me along the holy path….”

Despite her sacred posture while praying, a rod so large it could be called vulgar… throbbed.

Even though the fluid seeping from the tip of the rod was soaking Claire’s nun’s habit, Claire kept repeating that it couldn’t be, continuously scattering divine power.

Each time, the rod hidden beneath her nun’s habit throbbed and spewed fluid. A transparent puddle formed at Claire’s feet. Claire furrowed her brow as if in pain, but she did not stop praying.

Finally, unable to watch any longer, I grabbed Claire’s hands and made her stop praying.

“…Don’t interfere.”

“You know it’s useless to keep going, don’t you?”

“Wh-what do you know?!”

Claire growled and glared at me. I flinched at her fierce gaze, but it didn’t seem good to keep pouring out divine power. I didn’t know the principle, but she probably couldn’t use power indefinitely.

As proof, Claire’s entire body was covered in sweat. The fluid that had flowed from the tip of the rod was abundant, but the amount of sweat flowing from her entire body also seemed considerable.

“…If you consider this not to be an abnormality, then this reaction is only natural, isn’t it? So… stop now. You look very tired.”

“….”

At my words, Claire couldn’t respond, covering her face with her hands and lowering her head.

…The rod remained stiff.

Claire, who had been panting for a moment, lifted her head. The anger that had been so evident on her face was nowhere to be seen. Instead… I felt embarrassment and a slight hint of arousal.

“…Asha.”

“What.”

“…What should I do about this?”

“…You don’t know?”

Then Claire shook her head from side to side.

Then what on earth were you thinking when you took it?

…Well, she must have been that confident. Even I had placed my hopes on Claire until this result came out.

By the way, it seems even divine power can’t fix this.

As I sighed, frustrated that another failed record had been added to the research results, Claire mumbled awkwardly.

“…I’m not angry at you, specifically.”

“…Really?”

I sat down on the opposite sofa and explained to Claire how it would disappear… Claire’s face turned bright red. More severely than when it was distorted with anger a moment ago.

“….”

“…Didn’t you roughly know already?”

“Y-yes, I did… but… hearing it like this… feels strange.”

As if to prove her words, Claire’s nun’s habit, bulging outwards, twitched. Looking closely, I could see transparent fluid beading up through the fabric.

…Judging by how it became like this without any external action, I wondered if exposing it to divine power might actually make the yang energy more abundant.

When I stared intently, Claire’s hand covered the front of the rod as if embarrassed, but that stimulation only made her twitch her waist and let out strange moans.

“Hmph?!”

As I averted my gaze from her pitiful appearance, Claire’s feverish voice reached my ears.

“…Do I really, really have to do that?”

“As far as I know, yes.”

“S-since it accepted divine power, unlike other times… won’t it disappear if I just wait?”

“Well….”

Honestly… I thought it was pointless. However, I couldn’t definitively say the possibility was zero. It was my first time too.

So… it wouldn’t be bad to wait as Claire said. There was nothing for me to lose by waiting.

“Then let’s wait, as you said.”

“…Alright… Oh, and… c-could you please clean up here?”

“…Clean?”

As I tilted my head, Claire began to explain the situation.

According to her, the potion she had was confiscated from nuns who had obtained it out of curiosity, so it would be troublesome if she was caught like this.

Furthermore, since she didn’t know when someone else might enter, she needed to clean up the traces… but she couldn’t do it herself because of what was hanging below, so she was asking me to clean.

I reluctantly nodded. In a way, I hadn’t actively stopped her… so I guess I was an accomplice.

“…Alright. I understand. Then… sit at that desk over there. It’s perfect since your body will be hidden.”

“Thank you… I’ll definitely repay you later.”

…If I could put the Saint in my debt, it might be a profitable business, I thought?

Thinking that, I began to clean.

I slightly opened the window for ventilation, took out a cloth from the drawer, and wiped away the hot, sticky traces.

While I was cleaning, Claire was silent. Rather than silent, she was clenching her fists and muttering something. Given that there was no external change, I assumed she was just praying.

I casually put the warmed cloth into an empty drawer and closed the window. Then I checked Claire’s condition.

…It was still stiffly erect.

As I wiped the sweat I had shed while cleaning, a bad premonition arose, and Claire’s mouth opened.

“…Asha. This… it hurts. Is it normally like this?”

“It can hurt if it stays like that for too long.”

Claire bit her lip. She seemed uneasy. Was it because it didn’t subside but grew larger when she poured divine power into it? Unlike the enlarged rod, she somehow looked less confident.

…No, that’s natural. Claire is a woman, let alone a man.

So, we waited for a while for it to subside, but Claire’s rod showed no signs of subsiding. I spoke to Claire, whose face was dark.

“…I’ll help you get rid of it, so for now… shall we make it disappear?”

“….”

Claire, who had been staring at her swollen nun’s habit for a moment, let out a sigh-like answer.

“…Let’s do as you say.”

“…Good, that’s a good idea. Then I’ll look away… you… do it….”

It was a strangely awkward conversation.

As I turned my head, I heard the rustling sound of fabric. I felt as if a stove was lit behind my back. Suddenly… the room felt stuffy… that kind of feeling.

However, no other sounds were heard, only Claire whimpering like a puppy needing to pee. Soon, Claire’s moist voice hit my ears.

“…Asha, I, I can’t possibly do it with my own hands.”

“…Then what do you want to do?”

“C-can’t you h-help me?”

I wondered what the difference was… but I understood her feelings.

After a moment of thought, I decided it was my karma for not stopping her and leaving her for the experiment, so I nodded to Claire.

With a small thank you, I turned my face and saw Claire sitting, pulling up the hem of her nun’s habit, on the verge of tears.

The rod protruding from her lower body… looked incredibly healthy. The veins bulging out like roots… made me feel it was slightly grotesque. Regardless of Claire’s personality, just… from what I saw.

…Looking at this state, it seemed that pouring divine power into it was counterproductive. Of course, if one wanted to enjoy vigorous sexual activity with a partner, it could be said to be effective, but that wasn’t what I wanted.

It’s a failure after all.

Etching that data into my mind, I sat down next to the chair Claire was sitting on, and I heard a gulp.

I raised my head and looked at Claire’s object. Up close, it felt somewhat intimidating. I tried to calm my agitated heart and reached out my hand to the rod. Along with the bumpy texture of the rod, heat rose.

“Ugh….”

“I’ll start.”

I grabbed Claire’s already sticky pillar with both hands and moved it. The veins that caught my fingers like bumps were quite annoying, but the transparent fluid that had flowed down made it easy to move.

A squelching sound pierced my ears. Why was it? I felt a slight pull in my lower abdomen.

“Hmph… Ugh… Ugh….”

With Claire’s voice as background music, I busily moved my hands. Judging by her state, it seemed she would climax soon, so I moved diligently… but Claire only let out suppressed moans and did not ejaculate.

…Is this also related to divine power? Is the stimulation from my hands insufficient because it became too healthy?

I don’t know.

For now… should I give it more stimulation?

While moving my hands, I approached the front of Claire’s rod. I gently blew air onto the mushroom-like flesh. Claire twitched her waist greatly.

“W-wait a sec….”

Claire’s voice came from right above my head. As I paused my hands as requested, I felt lukewarm fluid drop onto my head.

…It must have been unavoidable due to the position.

“I’ll start again.”

“…Okay.”

I resumed moving my hands. I felt the rod, which was catching with a ‘tick-tick’ sensation, throb. I thought she would ejaculate soon. I blew air from the front, stimulating the rod.

The moment Claire’s waist trembled greatly.

A knock sounded at the office door.

“Saint-nim? Are you still inside? I brought something urgent for you to review… May I come in?”

“Heh?!”

“Ugh….”

Perhaps mistaking Claire’s foolish moan for an answer, the sound of the door opening was heard. At the same time, Claire’s rod plunged into my mouth.

It was because Claire, startled by the suddenly opened door, pressed her body and the chair against the desk. I recoiled from the sudden body check, but the stiffly erect rod aimed beyond its range and invaded my mouth.

I felt a metallic taste and a hot pulsation in my throat. I tried to breathe through my nose and avoid stimulating Claire’s rod. I could already feel the hard desk against the back of my head, so I couldn’t retreat.

The moment I moved, the nun outside would notice.

“Saint Claire-nim? Are you feeling unwell?”

“I-I’m fine. P-please give me the documents.”

“I apologize. It’s such an urgent matter… By the way, where did the cute nun who was with you go?”

“Oh, she… just went to the b-bathroom for a moment….”

“I see. That’s a shame.”

For some reason, I felt the pressure on my throat growing stronger.

“I’ll… review it and bring it to you, so you can g-go back and w-wait, it’s fine.”

“We can’t make the Saint-nim move unnecessarily. I will wait until you finish reviewing.”

“Ah….”

“By the way, you don’t look well… Are you really alright?”

“…I-I’m perfectly… fine….”

“Understood.”

Bad premonitions never proved wrong.

Listening to the rustling sound of paper, I quietly breathed through my nose.