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As Maria collapses backward, I wrap my arms around her shoulders.
Her legs had been draped over the edge of the chair but have since gone limp and fallen off completely. We've spent quite a bit of time together now, but this is the first time I've seen such a satisfied expression on her face.
"Ah...ngh...mmnnh...ahhh...!"
Drool streams endlessly from her mouth, trailing down her chin and neck to dampen the collar of her habit. Her enormous breasts heave dramatically with each deep breath.
This body has brought itself pleasure countless times before, but finally, someone else's hands have driven her to climax.
No wonder she looks so happy.
Before she regained consciousness, I gently wiped her tragically alluring lower half with a thick cloth and helped her put on the panties that had been carelessly tossed aside.
Taking care of an unresisting adult woman was harder than I imagined.
"A...ah... Uhnnn! Me, umm..."
"I understand completely. You were possessed by another succubus again, weren't you?"
"Y-yes! That's right! So, uh... Heh...♡"
If she wanted to make excuses, she might as well see it through to the end.
She trembled slightly, reliving her climax in her mind, so I sighed quietly, careful not to let her hear me.
I didn't want her getting the wrong idea, but from my perspective, Maria is incredibly attractive. Do you like naughty girls? Oh yeah, absolutely!
For now, once I managed to calm her down, it seemed clear enough that she could return more or less to her normal self. If she had drowned entirely in sexual desire without any way back, there wouldn't have been much else we could do, so at least this outcome brought some relief.
"Still, being possessed twice within such a short period is troubling. I'll look into it further, but for now, it's crucial that you maintain strong willpower to resist the Succubus."
"Yes!"
That was a good response.
It's clear she doesn't really believe she can win, damn it.
"Please don't worry. I'm here with you. I promise to protect you no matter what."
"...Thank you..."
I took her hand and gazed deeply into her eyes, conveying my desperation.
First, I wanted to instill some guilt in her—guilt over deceiving this genuinely concerned priest just so I could indulge in my own pleasure.
"This may be harsh on you, but we should probably share a bed for a while."
"What?!"
"I have no way of predicting when the Succubus might possess you again. As long as you stay at the church like earlier, we can handle it, but if you were out in town, things could get very problematic."
Well, considering how my scent and high affection points have sent her senses spiraling out of control, it's not like she'd be interested in anyone else at this point anyway. Still, we'll probably need to spend even more time together than before just to be safe.
...Not that I'm thinking, "Woo-hoo, get to sleep with a cute girl every night!" or anything.
"You may find it unpleasant to share a bed with me, but please bear with it for now."
"O-of course not! With you, Father...with you...♡"
"I know someone knowledgeable about monsters in the royal capital. I'll write them a letter explaining your situation."
"At night...always...♡"
"Sister Maria...?"
"Haah... ♡ Haah... ♡ Haah... ♡"
"Sister Maria!"
She began fidgeting restlessly, so I shook her shoulders firmly.
As much as I would enjoy having another round right away, it might not be such a good idea. I wanted her to stay sane for at least a little longer if possible.
I considered just snapping her out of it, but unfortunately, fine-tuning my power to maintain her current state or slightly dampening her libido was beyond me. If I accidentally turned down the dial too far and she regained full consciousness only to take some irreversible action like running away, that would be disastrous.
This ability came with its inconveniences built-in, so how I utilized it was up to me. Looks like there's no choice but to forge ahead.
"P-please treat me gently..."
"I know asking you not to be nervous is unrealistic, but let's try taking deep breaths."
Rather than sharing our first night together, it felt more like we were about to embark on a quest to slay a demon lord, given the intensity emanating from Sister Maria. I definitely didn't want to end up as collateral damage.
Still, her nerves were actually a good thing. They kept her Erotic Switch from flipping completely. In situations like this, telling someone not to worry can create a vicious cycle.
"Eeeek! Eeeeek! Haaaah!"
"That's not deep breathing."
We were facing each other on the bed, wearing matching outfits—well, technically just the commonplace monk's habits used as nightclothes in this world.
Judging by appearances alone, we looked like a couple about to share their first intimate moment together. However, my trial was to refrain from taking things any further than that.
"If you feel anything strange happening with your body, please tell me immediately."
"Yes... Yes, sir!"
"And don't try to handle it yourself without telling me."
"Yes, sir!"
"Oh, and"
"Yes, sir?"
"We're going to sleep now, right?"
"Yes, siiir!"
Are you auditioning for a high school baseball team or something?
Since her nerves seemed to be working overtime, I decided to lie down on the bed first.
I lift up the comforter to show her where she can lie down, and with a blush and some fidgeting, she slips beneath it beside me. From this angle, she really just looks like any innocent girl.
"Well then, good night."
"O-okay! Goodnight!"
Since we're both facing the same direction, all I can see is her tense, stiff back.
Her silky-smooth hair looks so tempting that I want to run my fingers through it, but doing something like that would instantly flip my Erotic Switch, so for now, I have no choice but to resist. After all, once I've truly made her mine someday, there'll be plenty of time to touch her as much as I please.
At least, I hope she lasts half an hour or more. Well, five minutes will probably do, too.
With those thoughts in mind, I close my eyes.
The result: We don't even make it one minute.