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Maria has finally started masturbating.
This is great news. Up until now, all she'd been doing was sniffing at my crotch, so it's a clear sign that her sexual desires are kicking in.
I think I've managed to shake up her deeply ingrained belief that sex equals procreation. However, this development presents me with a new challenge:
My own libido.
All I need to do is take care of myself, but since I happen to be living with a plump, cute nun, isn't it only natural for a real man to want her to handle things?
What I had to consider was that she was still at the very beginning stages of learning how to satisfy herself alone. She no longer thought masturbation itself was wrong, but it remained such a personal matter, and given her naturally serious disposition, it might take some time for her to arrive at the idea of fulfilling someone else's sexual desires alongside her own.
It would be easy enough to use hypnotic magic to make her stroke my cock.
But I wanted to save that as a last resort.
Instead, I hoped to somehow get her to express her desire to jerk me off on her own.
"If only it were that simple."
As I weeded the fields, I found myself lost in thought.
The early morning air still held traces of the cool night before, making this time especially refreshing. The scent of dirt seemed to sink deep into my lungs.
Despite the erotic nature of my musings, I loved these moments when I could think calmly and clearly.
"Father Ain, here is your water."
"Thank you, Sister Maria."
As if her lewd behavior last night had been nothing but a dream, she now stood before me as serious and devout as ever.
Perhaps indulging herself so thoroughly at night is helping her cope with the effects of the hypnotic magic? This is a very welcome outcome. My biggest concern was that she might simply become a slut, after all.
"Shh! Father!"
"Yes? What's wrong?"
"It's about yesterday... Um, th-that is, about m-masturbation..."
"Oh, yes? What about it?"
"Well... Where would someone normally learn to do such things?!"
There we go.
Learn, indeed. Though I suppose it does make sense, doesn't it? If the church teaches how to handle sexuality, then acquiring knowledge on the subject should be part of a nun's duties.
That said, I'm sure her own desires play a significant role here.
She's so serious yet developing such naughty tendencies.
Ah, how delightful...
"The church covers all the basics, as I confirmed yesterday with your existing knowledge. Don't worry; when the time comes, you'll be able to guide the children confidently."
That was my response.
I have to maintain my dignified priestly demeanor forevermore, after all.
"Oh... Well... Um..."
"Having no experience isn't shameful or wrong. As I mentioned yesterday, one's level of desire is simply a matter of individuality. What matters most is how we handle it."
"You're right! So, uh, shouldn't we know more methods for those with stronger desires?"
"No, not necessarily..." I pondered, crossing my arms.
As she leaned forward expectantly for my reply, her massive breasts jiggled prominently ♡. Just when I thought the morning air had refreshed me.
"In the royal capital, when we gathered at our place of learning, there were times when such taboo topics became hot subjects among us. Of course, if any instructors caught wind of it, they'd give us quite the lecture."
"Place of learning..."
Even out in the country, there were simple schools for children to learn reading and writing, but those places catered mostly to very young kids.
Maria was already sixteen years old, so most people her age were either working or married with children by then.
In rural areas, the principle "he who does not work shall not eat" is especially pronounced, making it difficult to suddenly strike up a conversation about erotic matters between tasks—not that Maria's personality would have allowed for it anyway.
"Oh!"
"What is it?!"
It just hit me as she mentioned school.
I remembered the goofy face of my childhood friend when he sent his letter recently.
When I saw what he had included along with the message, I mentally gave him hell for having such terrible timing, but maybe this could come in handy...
"It might be too much stimulation for you."
"I-I don't mind at all! I'll study as hard as I can!"
"While it isn't particularly appealing to me, since you care so deeply about this town, I suppose we should cooperate as priests."
Both Maria and I were desperate to return home as soon as possible, but we concealed our true feelings from each other while diligently tending to farmwork.
"Th-this is..."
"He's not a bad guy, just, uh, a bit of a goofball."
As she looked through the book I'd given her, Maria began trembling slightly. It could have been anger, embarrassment,...or even delight.
"I should warn you, though: These kinds of things tend to exaggerate for the sake of male fantasies, so be careful not to take them too seriously. If there's anything you absolutely can't understand, either ignore it or ask me about it."
The item I handed over was an erotic magazine. Thanks to magic technology, this wonderful different world produced material almost indistinguishable from photographs.
I can only feel gratitude toward my childhood friend who sent me this book out of consideration for my unfulfilled desires during my exile to the countryside. When it first arrived, I mentally gave him hell, but now I owe him an apology.
"Yes... Uh-huh..."
By this point, she's already half listening.
Good, good. Everything is going according to plan. Now her sexual knowledge will steadily expand. She might even come ask me questions about some of the content in earnest.
A beautiful young nun consulting me on erotic matters? Yes, that sounds fine by me.
Naturally, men appear in those books as well.
This way, she'll easily learn what pleases guys. Since her current goal involves masturbation, there may not be immediate use for this information, but having it stored in her mind should suffice.
Incidentally, I'd skimmed through the book beforehand, so I know my own humble member has the biggest package in there.
"This isn't something you should read in public. Let us proceed with today's duties."
I address Maria, who cradles the pornographic material with such reverence one might mistake it for a treasured artifact meant to save the world.
Really, I wanted to give her the day off and tell her just to spend it reading all she liked, but that was obviously out of the question, so we both stifled our tears and decided to take our priestly duties seriously after all.