Chapitre 2: Chapter 2: Getting a Tour of the Church
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I have always had a thing for erotic nuns.
Even within that category, there is a wide spectrum. Acknowledging both sides of the debate, I personally believe the main distinction lies between those who are mentally promiscuous versus those who aren't.
Among them, my favorite trope involves a serious-minded Sister with a curvaceous body gradually succumbing to erotic training and falling from grace.
It's not that I dislike the inherently slutty ones; nor am I adverse to scenarios where an innocent nun unknowingly engages in erotic acts without realizing their implications.
Think of it like how someone might love both katsudon (pork cutlet rice bowl) and oyakodon (chicken and egg rice bowl)—both can be equally enjoyable.
When I first met Norma, she suggested that I become a hero and work alongside a Sister, but since I preferred to settle down and immerse myself in local customs, I declined.
It pained me somewhat to reject such a tempting offer, even if it involved traveling around.
"It's not terribly large, so there isn't much of a tour..."
The girl named Maria who took over as my guide from the mayor had exactly the kind of voluptuous body I requested.
In this world, fifteen is considered the age of adulthood, and at sixteen, Maria was still quite new to grown-up life. Her soft gaze and childlike features made her seem younger than she was.
She stood only 153 centimeters tall (about five feet), while I'm 175 centimeters (nearly six feet). So we ended up gazing either up or down at each other depending on our positions. Amidst her constantly shifting expressions, those big blue eyes were always fixed on me.
At present, she isn't wearing the distinctive wimple headgear of a nun, so her beautiful hair shines with a radiant gold all the way down to her back. With every movement, it flows gracefully like a work of art.
But one thing you can't overlook when describing her is her lush figure below the neck, which makes even "cute" seem inadequate as a descriptor.
Her habit, meant to be loose-fitting attire, is stretched nearly to tearing by her enormous breasts—so big that despite having quite a small face, there's no doubt they're easily three digits around. Her rear end is equally impressive. Since I'm following behind her, the shape is clearly visible through her clothes. And judging from what I can see, her thighs must be thick and meaty, too.
In other words, she was born with the ideal body for a meat mattress.
No matter where I grab or touch her, this plump physique will surely envelop my hands completely.
Yet despite all that, her mind seems rather childlike.
She has been working as a nun at this church since turning fifteen, and after the previous old priest passed away, she must have managed it alone for about a year until I arrived. Despite all that, her bright smile and demeanor could only be described as utterly adorable.
Her petite stature accentuates her voluptuous curves even more, making me want to pounce on her like a beast and ravish her right then and there—but I need to stay calm.
It's been twenty years since my reincarnation. I've lived this whole time just for moments like these. Now that my decadent lifestyle is finally within reach, it would be unforgivable to mess everything up at this point.
"This room belongs to Priest Ain-sama, and next door is m...my room!"
In this small-town church, you enter directly into the chapel area, with a tiny confessional tucked away in one corner.
Beyond another door leading farther back lies the kitchen/living room, from which there is also access to the rear of the building. Additionally, two more doors open off the living space: One leads to my room, while the other serves as both Maria's bedroom and storage space.
"You can call me 'Maria,' you know. No one will get upset."
"S-sorry... The mayor and others always tease me about acting so childish..."
Whenever I pointed out her hesitation, she would blush furiously with embarrassment.
Her bashful body wiggled, causing those ample curves to bounce around and making my heart race—but it was certainly a feast for the eyes. Ahh, son, settle down.
Nearby, there's a staircase leading down to a storage room about ten square meters in size. Since it's underground, it stays cool, which is convenient for storing some food items.
That's pretty much everything inside the church.
There's a bell attached to the ceiling, but apparently, you have to climb up a ladder from outside to reach it, so this really covers all the interior has to offer. As Maria said, there isn't much worth showing off here.
"When speaking with friends, I also use 'I' or 'me.' We'll be living together after all. So please, Sister Maria, feel free to relax."
"Oh no! Even if I'm just a country girl, as a Sister of our goddess, I must observe proper decorum!"
"Okay then. Good luck with that."
She clenched her fists resolutely, but if you asked me whether such behavior was fitting for a nun, I'd have to wonder myself. Still, she's cute, so it doesn't really matter. Besides, worrying about etiquette in this backwater seems rather pointless.
As the overseer of this church, if I say something is fine, then it is.
"Well, let me give you a tour outside, too! Although all there is out here are the graveyard and some fields."
There were fields, complete with a small shed for storing farming tools; a cemetery, accompanied by its own little hut... Nothing particularly noteworthy, really. In fact, showing her around my new home took less than an hour total.
"So your predecessor raised you?"
"Yes, she taught me how to survive here."
Apparently, she had lost her parents almost immediately after birth.
The previous priest took her under her wing and raised her, which naturally led to her becoming a Sister at this church as well. That's why she lives there rather than simply visiting occasionally.
And fortunately for me, it means that whatever I do with her here is unlikely to be discovered by anyone else.
It's sad that she has no family, but sadly, such stories are all too common in this world. In fact, considering she found someone willing to raise her at all, she's actually quite lucky.
In these rural villages, there aren't even any slums, so children like her often just get quietly abandoned.
Besides, since I'm going to make her happy (in a sense), there shouldn't be any issues whatsoever.
I feel a nasty grin rising to my lips but manage to suppress it.
In my previous life, I learned how to kill my emotions effectively. Being a Japanese salaryman wasn't all for nothing, after all.
"Are you able to use any magic?"
"Y-yes! Just some basic Life Magic and a little bit of Healing Magic!"
"That's wonderful—you have quite the aptitude."
"Oh no...! It isn't enough to warrant praise from a priestess sent by the royal capital...!"
"Well, we're not so different, really. I can only use Life Magic, Healing Magic, and Vigor Magic myself."
In this world, magic is purely about talent.
Those who possess the ability can wield it easily, while those without simply cannot, no matter what they do. Hard work pays off only once you've already mastered the basics.
Without innate skill, effort alone gets you nowhere.
Life Magic includes things like igniting fire and generating wind—convenient but utterly powerless. Lighting fires is about as impressive as using a hundred-yen lighter back home, and creating breezes is no different from turning on a fan.
Still, being able to do that anywhere without any tools is truly magical.
Both Healing Magic and Vigor Magic fall under recovery spells, but their effects differ greatly.
With Healing Magic, injuries can be cured at the cost of draining the target's vitality.
Vigor Magic, meanwhile, restores someone else's energy by sacrificing some of the caster's own mana.
In other words, if you try to heal serious wounds with Healing Magic alone, your patient will die instead unless they have enough vitality to spare. That's why it's necessary to use Vigor Magic first before attempting healing.
Well, this mainly applies to adventurers with severe injuries; for minor scrapes and such, Healing Magic alone is more than sufficient. So even just my basic repertoire makes me quite valuable in small towns like this one.
"It's completely different now! We can welcome our hero at any time without worry now! With Priest Ain here, we can heal any wound!"
"My mana isn't quite that strong, so please don't expect too much; it would be embarrassing."
Actually, there was one more thing I kept to myself.
I could use another type of magic. It was a power bestowed upon me by the goddess herself.
Apparently, if abilities were overly convenient or powerful, they'd inevitably lead their wielder down a turbulent path, so Norma and I had agonized over this decision together during our negotiations—how nostalgic.
Also, while I felt bad for them, I doubted the Hero would ever come to this town.
After all, it lay directly opposite the route from the royal capital to the Demon Lord's castle. Unless the Hero had absolutely no sense of direction or was just plain stupid, he wouldn't find his way here.
If someone were to tell me there's some game-like element at play, like a hidden dungeon or something, then I guess that would be that—but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, let's just focus on fulfilling my role as a save point.
"Oh, and I can use a bow!"
"A bow, you say? How unexpected."
With those boobs, though...
"Don't let appearances fool you—I can hunt rabbits all by myself. You'll see soon enough how skilled I am with a bow, Priest Ain."
In this dangerous world, even rural areas aren't safe.
Surely even city girls need to know how to fight here, right? Incidentally, I have absolutely no combat skills whatsoever. Secretly, I've asked Norma for a boost of speed, but all that does is make me fast enough to earn compliments along the lines of "Not bad for someone who never did any sports back in Japan!" As mentioned before, bestowing too much ability draws attention from fate.
That's why my main strategy is to run away if anything goes wrong.
It works for me. After all, priests who don't go on journeys aren't expected to know how to fight anyway. At least, that's what the NPCs tell me.
"Well then, I'll unpack after performing my duties."
"Sounds good. I have some work to do in the fields, so please let me know if you need anything!"
"Yes, thank you very much, Sister Maria."
Despite appearances, I'm actually a devout believer.
After all, I came to this world by meeting with a goddess myself.
So today, for the first time in ages, I offer proper prayers to Norma before unpacking my belongings, enjoying a simple but delicious meal prepared by the village girl (Maria), and heading off to bed.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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