"May I ask if you need something, Sister Anna?"
Alistair stood his ground, feigning ignorance as he watched the back of the nun standing before him. Sister Anna possessed both "Divine Grace" and supernatural abilities; he wanted to avoid a direct confrontation if possible, as he wasn't entirely sure what her powers were and didn't want to be at a disadvantage.
"Alistair, do you recognize this?"
Sister Anna turned around, pulling a hat from her habit. Alistair paused. He remembered it—it was the hat he had grabbed randomly to disguise himself while hiding from Izumi Nogami and her crew.
"I don't. I don't own a hat like that."
Alistair shook his head calmly. Even if I used it, so what? It really isn't mine; it belongs to someone else. I borrowed it, but that doesn't make it mine, right? Denial is the best policy.
"And now?"
A faint, pure white glow suddenly emanated from Anna's hand, enveloping the hat. As Alistair wondered what she was up to, a thin thread of white light extended from the glow and slowly drifted toward him.
"What the—?!"
Alistair instinctively dodged, but the thread adjusted its course, accelerating toward him. Caught off guard, he allowed it to get close. To his surprise, it simply looped around his wrist once before darting to the top of his head. It didn't have the strange effect he had anticipated.
"Don't worry. It's a minor tracking spell. It finds the person who most recently touched the object. By the way, I found this in the library earlier. It was left behind by some students in a hurry after engaging in... inappropriate relations. Of course, those same students also left this behind. I imagine you recognize it, Alistair?"
Anna's expression and tone remained flat, as if nothing could disturb her inner peace. As she spoke, she produced a metal ring hanging from a black cord.
"Fine, it was me. So, Sister Anna, how do you plan to dispose of me?"
Alistair's pupils contracted as he looked at the ring in her hand, then at the lingering light on his own body. He decided to just admit it. She clearly knew the ring was special, and the fact that she was showing it so casually meant she either thought it was useless or couldn't figure out its true power.
"While such behavior isn't permitted here, you are an exchange student. You aren't familiar with our rules; perhaps your school lacks them. It is understandable. Therefore, I can forgive your mistake this once."
Sister Anna tossed the hat and the ring. They both landed perfectly—the corded ring looped around Alistair's neck like a pendant, and the hat dropped squarely onto his head.
Alistair looked down at the ring, but as he watched, the metal began to melt like ice on a hot iron, dissolving into his chest.
What the hell? Wait, what—?
Before his brain could process the dissolving pendant, he felt his chin being gripped.
"However, a mistake must be punished. To ensure you don't stray again, I shall give you a small penalty."
In an instant, Anna was in front of him. One hand pressed against his shoulder, while the other tilted his chin up. She leaned down slightly, her beautiful face almost touching his. A faint scent of lilies wafted from her, so close that he only had to stand on his tiptoes to kiss her.
"What kind of punishment?" Alistair blurted out, staring into her pink eyes.
Anna didn't answer immediately. Instead, the hand on his shoulder slid down his neck, past his collarbone and chest, over his abdomen, and then—with shocking speed—unbuckled his belt and reached inside his trousers.
Her movements were so swift that by the time Alistair's momentary shock subsided, she already had a firm grasp on his "ammunition depot." Meanwhile, the hand on his chin began to stroke his cheek.
"If I keep this place empty and depleted, you should stay well-behaved, shouldn't you, Alistair?"
Her hand gently massaged him, her soft skin rubbing against the folds of his manhood. The slight tickling sensation left Alistair's hands hovering awkwardly; his "equipment" was literally in her hands.
Is this nun crazy? I have 'inappropriate relations' with students, so her solution is to drain me dry so I don't have the energy for them? She's a goddamn genius. No wonder this cathedral is corrupted; you're doing most of the work, Sister.
Alistair's stamina and desire were far beyond a normal person's. Under Anna's teasing, his "little brother" couldn't help but stand tall. Feeling his "Main Cannon" heating up, Anna's hand moved up to stroke the burning barrel. Her expression remained perfectly serene, which only added fuel to the fire rising in Alistair.
"Maybe we should go inside? We'll be caught out here," Alistair suggested. He didn't mind the "punishment." With his body—boosted by the Horse Talisman and his "Twelve Labors" traits—no mere nun could break him. Besides, Anna was a nun overflowing with lustful energy. It was yet to be seen who would be draining whom.
"Don't worry. No one comes here," Anna said firmly, her hand speed increasing.
Alistair reached out and placed his hands on the two eye-catching mounds of her chest. Finding no resistance, he grew bolder, squeezing the voluptuous breasts hidden beneath her habit.
Mmph!
Alistair felt the hand on his cheek apply pressure, pulling his face toward hers. Their lips met. His first impression was that she was cool and soft—a taste as indifferent as her expression, yet possessing its own unique allure.
Wait, what is this...
Alistair's eyes widened. At some point, the hand Anna was using to "preheat" his cannon had donned a silk glove. The sensation of the smooth silk combined with the friction of a fine mesh pattern provided a subtle, exquisite stimulation that accelerated the preheating process.
This was a sensation Alistair had never experienced. Combined with his recently lowered endurance, he felt an imminent explosion. His grip on her tightened, molding her soft breasts into various shapes through the fabric of her habit.
Sensing his change, Anna moved faster. Sliding, rubbing, scraping, twisting, gripping... she applied a dozen techniques to his barrel. Finally, she pressed her palm against the "muzzle" and began to rotate it slowly, like unscrewing a cap.
The silk mesh glove stimulated the sensitive tip of his cannon repeatedly. Waves of heat surged through him until a sudden numbness hit his lower back. Alistair's mind went blank as a massive amount of "ammunition" fired into Anna's palm, staining her black silk glove white.
Anna pulled her lips away, licking a stray drop of moisture from Alistair's lip. Compared to Alistair's heavy breathing, she remained as calm as a frozen lake.
"You still seem to have quite a bit of spirit," Anna remarked, looking at the pool of fluid in her hand. She extended her tongue to lick some of it, as if tasting it, before glancing down at Alistair's rapidly recovering cannon.
Alistair steadied his breathing, ignoring the "loss." He had gained a significant amount from her as well—enough to level up again.
Wait... what?!
Alistair felt a sudden surge of fullness. A massive amount of "Mystery" was flooding his body, pushing his progress all the way back to where it was before he had been drained. He looked at Sister Anna in shock.
Does having sex with a nun really give this much of a boost?!