Chương 23: Chapter 23: Planting Seeds (18+)
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I can sense Sister Maria's body heat rising behind me.
Not only is she close enough that any slight movement would touch her, but since my back is pressed against hers, even minor changes are immediately noticeable.
It hasn't been precisely timed, but surely not even a minute has passed since we lay down. Ideally, I wish it could have lasted longer, but this is probably about what to expect for now.
I don't expect sudden improvements; right now, it's all about enduring... Although, lately, it feels like I've been doing nothing but endure, which I try to ignore.
"Sister Maria."
"Ah!"
When I speak gently to her, her body stiffens... Good.
"Are you alright?"
Despite knowing the answer, I purposefully ask as I sit up.
Her face, hidden from view when lying on her back, reveals:
"...♡, ♡a♡"
It was truly awful.
Between her clenched teeth, her trembling lips were wet with drool, and there was even a stain spreading on the pillow beneath them.
But she remained steadfastly gritting her teeth.
Though her body seemed somewhat curled up, her hands never once reached toward her crotch.
Nice, nice—it looks like the seeds I planted earlier today have taken root firmly.
"You're holding out so well. You'll be fine."
"Phew...♡ Haaah...♡"
As soon as we climbed into bed together, it became inevitable that she would be enveloped by my scent.
Although all the conditions to flip her Erotic Switch were immediately present, it seems my initial tactic of stirring up her nerves has paid off.
If I let Maria take the lead, as in this morning's masturbation spectacle, her sexual desires completely overpower everything else. But by intervening just slightly, her serious nature reemerges.
Now, I need to find the right balance while pampering her. Let's see if I can help her neither forget her guilt nor succumb entirely to her lust.
"You're doing great."
"Ah... Ahh, ah... ♡"
I stroke Maria gently.
Though it was only for a short time, I praise her efforts to endure as best she could. To let her know there will be a reward...
The tension drains from her body, which had been clenched tight with resistance; now, all that pent-up sexual desire comes flooding out.
"Ahh... ♡ Ah! ♡ Ah! ♡ ...Aii ♡"
Gently pushing on her back, I make her lie face down. Then, I climb atop my flesh mattress.
"Ohhhh... ♡♡"
With my full weight pressing down on her, I can hear the squish of her soft body being crushed beneath me.
Her firm breasts, deprived of their usual support, spill heavily outward.
"Could you lift your hips just a little?"
"Yes, mmm ♡♡"
As she raises her lower half, I slide my hands underneath.
Pulling up her monk's habit, I insert both palms between her skin and panties.
"Oh... Oh! Ooooh... ♡♡"
First, gentle touches.
With my middle fingers on both hands, I gently caress her mound. Starting right in the center, I stroke outward to either side in circular motions, occasionally pressing softly ♡ into the flesh there.
Maria's pubic hair is sparse, but she has plenty of soft, pillowy fat covering her lower belly.
"How does that feel?"
"It feels...♡ It feels so weird! ♡♡"
According to something I read in my previous life, unlike men who can ejaculate with just some aimless jerking, women's pleasure relies more heavily on mental stimulation... Whether or not it's true, I have no idea.
Ignoring Maria's obvious desire for me to insert my fingers inside her vagina immediately, I start stimulating areas less sensitive to pleasure instead.
I want to lavish upon her such love it makes her sick—my affection for her as a subordinate, not a romantic partner. Even if our actions might resemble those between lovers, my intention remains steadfast: to save Maria from the Succubus possessing her.
"You may not like it, but bear with me; I'll try to make this as quick as possible."
"Oh no, I don't mind at all! Nnnngh..."
I continued kneading her mound and let my fingers delve even lower.
Gently squeezing her labia majora inward from both sides, I pressed them together softly.
Smooch.
A lewd sound echoed from her already moistening crotch.
As Maria's hips rose higher in pleasure, so did mine follow along.
Smooch. Smooch. Smooch.
"Oooh! Ohh! Oooooh! M-my loooord! Mo...moreee!"
Applying pressure with my fingers before releasing them, I repeatedly opened and closed her outer lips, over and over again, slickly.
I wanted to tease her by asking what else she desired, but I managed to resist. If I went too far, I'd lose sight of my exorcist objective. Unfortunately, that would have to wait for another time.
"Ahhh! Ah! Aahhh! Right thereeee! Just liiike thaaaat! Ahhh!"
With our labia pressed together tightly, I rub them up and down gently.
The mingling of vaginal fluids creates soft, squishy sounds.
"It's okay, don't worry. I understand; it's all right."
"Oooh... ♡ Ohh... ♡ Ooooh..."
"I'll help you through this."
"Hic... ♡ Sor-sorry! ♡ So sor-ryyy!"
A single tear falls.
...She apologized. Now, her guilt should be firmly established within her.
If I had left things as they were, she might have started seeing me merely as a tool for masturbation, but now we're on safer ground—at least initially.
That said, once someone knows the pleasure of being serviced, there's no going back.
For a while—yes, let's say a week or so—I'll just enjoy watching Maria, despite her lingering guilt, lying to me for her own pleasure.
"Ahhhhh... ♡"
Pshyu... ♡
A small burst of vaginal fluid sprays from between our crushed labia.
First, let's get today's tension off her mind.
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