Kapitel 8: Chapter 8: How to Raise Affection Points Like a Scumbag
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"No—no, it's not what you think! This isn't how it looks!"
"Shut up! You sick pervert, sniffing my underwear and getting off on it!" she shrieked.
"Aieeee!"
"Have my child with that big ol' ass of yours! Go on, have it! Haaaaave it!"
"Ohhh ♡ My wittle winkie ♡ I love your wee-wee soooo much ♡ Ohhh ♡ Gimme more slurping action ♡"
"You gonna birth me one? Huh?!?"
"I will, I wiww ♡ Mr. Priest's baby, I wiww ♡ Mama, mama I'm gonna beee ♡♡"
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Before she woke up, I hurriedly hid all evidence of my nocturnal emission.
Man, am I turning into one of those middle school boys...?
I'd been trying to hold back on masturbating here, thinking it would be better to save up sexual energy, but maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all.
Yesterday's display of Maria's lewd behavior must have pushed me over the edge; this was probably just my body releasing some pent-up tension before it exploded completely. Thanks to that, I'm feeling refreshed and invigorated now. The memory alone makes me cringe with shame, but let's just forget about it already.
After shoving her panties under my nose for a light orgasm, I had to steel myself not to push her down right there. Honestly, I bit my lip so hard it started bleeding.
She twitched through several more orgasms, but when consciousness returned, she simply basked in the lingering pleasure without starting to sniff around or masturbate publicly again.
I had sensed this before, but her original rationality and moral standards must have been quite strong. Rather than showing disgust at being touched by a man (me), she seemed embarrassed, so perhaps "fastidious" isn't the right word for her; maybe more like serious or innocent.
That's precisely why I couldn't just take advantage of her then and there.
I hate repeating myself, but it would've been fine to slide casually into our sexual relationship from that point on, except doing so would make it seem entirely my initiative.
My goal is unwavering: I want Maria herself to express her desire to sleep with me.
So...
In order to advance to the next stage, I focused on living cleanly.
Back in town, daily routines resumed, and peaceful life continued as usual.
Likewise, my own existence gradually returned to its carefree second life, albeit maintaining cleanliness as much as possible amidst the ordinary routine.
The reason was simple: I wanted to avoid leaving any strong body odor behind.
Each day, my desire to sniff Maria's scent grew stronger. And just recently, she had been subjected at point-blank range to the concentrated essence of my smell, shaking her uterus to its core.
Despite all that, for several days now, whenever I took a break from doing laundry and snuck a whiff of my underwear, they seemed perfectly clean.
Well, technically speaking, no pair of underpants worn by an adult man for a full day could ever be considered truly clean. To a young maiden, such garments would surely seem dirty and smelly, but to Maria right now, they must have tasted bland and unsatisfying.
And once it reached that point...
"..."
"M-Maria?"
"..."
"Sister Maria."
"Eep?!"
Even after calling out to her multiple times with no response, I finally tapped her on the shoulder as she stared off into space.
Startled, she jumped, sending her breasts bouncing wildly like a couple of bucking broncos—boi-oi-oi-ing!
It's been a week since then, and her focus seems to be slipping more each day—she must be reaching her limit.
Just watching her is plenty entertaining for me, but it's human nature to want to mess with someone when you're in a position of authority over them.
"Please come here."
"...Yes, Father."
Smiling gently all the while, I lead her from the church to the living quarters at the back.
No one else will be around; nobody comes by this late anyway, and even if they did, being a small town, they'd just yell loudly, "Where's Mr. Priest?!" until someone found me, so there's no problem.
I'm not giving off any angry vibes—not that I am upset—but she knows well enough that under normal circumstances, her actions would warrant reprimanding, so she shrinks down as if she's already received quite the scolding. Even though she's hunched up tight, those huge breasts and big butt still jiggle like crazy. It's ridiculous.
"Here, warm yourself up."
"..."
In this rural area, hot milk with sugar was considered quite a luxury.
She has a sweet tooth, so normally she'd be overjoyed at such a treat, but instead, offering her something so extravagant seems to make her even more self-conscious.
"I should mention first that I have no intention of scolding you. There's nothing to worry about."
"Oh...um..."
"Yes?"
I take my seat and gaze steadily at her face.
Perhaps it isn't surprising that she trails off after calling out to me; not because she fears being reprimanded, either. She's always serious and responsible. If she knew she had done wrong, she would apologize without hesitation.
I can't do it because there's no way I could explain what she's really confronting me with right now. And rightly so. How would I justify saying something like, "I get excited by your scent and sniff you every day, but lately you haven't smelled as strong, which makes it hard for me to concentrate"? She'd just think I was crazy.
"Priests are truly arrogant creatures, don't you know?"
"...Huh?"
So, I decide to steer the conversation myself.
That's right. It's all part of my act as a good boss. Well, maybe act isn't quite the right word? Sure, I'm using hypnosis and confusion tactics on her, but at the same time, I genuinely want her to like me.
After all, my goal is to live happily ever after with this beautiful girl... Or whatever, either way works.
"It sounds nice to say that we're here to listen to people's troubles, but sometimes I wonder if we aren't actually forcing others to reveal things they wouldn't normally share, under the guise of serving our goddess."
"Th-that's not true at all! At least...at least Priest Ain works very hard for everyone here! And yet, and yet I still feel like..."
"Is that so? Do you really think I'm doing something beneficial for this town?"
"Of course! Anyone will tell you they're grateful to you! Me included!"
"That's reassuring to hear. Thank you, Sister Maria, for lending me your ear."
"...Oh."
"You truly are a wonderful nun. I can vouch for it myself."
More than anyone else, she must be aware of her own sinful behavior.
By now, she probably hates herself for being unable to stop even though she knows it's wrong. Yet once again today, her desires have gotten the better of her, leading her superior to summon her as usual.
I'll rescue her from this pitiful state.
Wow, what a great boss I am!
Apart from being the root cause of all her troubles, anyway. Really, though, I'm basically deserving of a standing ovation for my superb leadership skills. But deep down, we both know I'm actually a piece of shit.
"I won't force you to tell me anything. You should live your life as you see fit. Don't worry; you're already a fine member of the clergy, and...should you ever stray from that path, I promise I will bring you back."
"...Yes,...yes..." Sister Maria sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
That's perfect. My hypnotic magic can compel anyone to do just about anything, but it can't increase their affinity toward me. Though it can decrease it, easily enough.
The goddess had explained that if I could increase someone's favor points—meaning their trust—infinite Spiral would instantly allow me to hypnotize them with any suggestion whatsoever. Ah, yes, that makes sense.
So, I need Maria to like me.
It doesn't matter how or why; it definitely doesn't have to be romantic love.
Apparently, there is some connection between one's sense of smell and feelings of affection.
When you're fond of someone, sniffing their scent can feel pleasant. But for her, the desire to smell my aroma came first.
If I can just boost her affections toward me—even as a mere superior—it'll lead her to misunderstand on her own, interpreting those feelings as romantic interest.
Fall deeper under my spell.
Keep sinking further into your growing attachment to me.
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