After checking that the tape recorder was working properly and Claire's voice was clear and free of extraneous noise, I turned my gaze to Claire.
Claire, shaking uncontrollably from severe urinary incontinence that had soiled her underwear, stockings, and monastic habit, was unconscious.
...This is my bed... well.
After all, today Claire tasted a man's penis for the first time, and I got her drunk and brought her here to do it, so I'll just have to accept it.
Anyway, the washing machine is very efficient, isn't it?
Thinking about it, I decided to first wash the monastic habit, which was soaked in semen, my own urine, and Claire's saliva, so I removed her monastic habit, stockings, and plain white underwear.
Oh, and I still need to photograph that jade-like naked body.
After taking a few nude photos of Claire, of course, I stuffed her clothes into the washing machine, sat on the edge of the bed, and placed my hands on her breasts.
Those breasts… they're as fierce as my dick!
Even my big hands feel small.
And what's with this elasticity?
When I press, Claire's firm, supple breasts jut proudly from beneath my fingers.
The translucent pink areolas and nipples, matching her skin tone, resemble tempting fruits.
In contrast to Lisbeth's smooth, hairless genitals, Claire's slightly tufted golden pubic hair above her vulva simultaneously symbolizes her mature womanhood and, like a declaration of her purity, is neatly gathered into buns.
So who's so lucky, the male who possesses this female?
Ah.
That man is me!
I grinned as I looked through the photos I'd taken today.
With the exception of one or two awkwardly posed shots, the rest were captured perfectly, with a satisfying, very pleasant feeling.
I especially remember the moment when I covered my eyes with my penis. I was afraid this uneasy position would affect the result, but in the end, it resulted in a worthy round of applause.
Claire's eyes were covered by my penis, her mouth wide open, her tongue hanging out, cum dripping from her lips. Even with her eyes closed, anyone who knew her would recognize her.
If Paul had seen this photo, he'd probably have been so shocked that he'd have lost his heroic powers. I don't know if Eisencia has photo editing technology, but if not, he'd probably have been just as shocked.
Smiling at the photograph, I pulled out Claire's washed clothes... her habit and underwear were fine, but her stockings were loose.
What happened?
Can't stockings be machine washed?
I folded the clothes, then put mine on and waited for Claire to wake up.
Claire
awoke about two hours later, just as the sun was beginning to set.
Suddenly, I wondered if she'd been stretching her legs all night, worrying about what to say when Lisbeth arrived... Luckily, she woke up earlier. "...Uh...? Where am I...?"
"Awake?"
"Mr... Mister Semo...?" Hearing my voice, Claire turned to face me.
She stared at me for a moment with half-open eyes, then suddenly opened them wide and sat up.
"Oh, oh!? Oh, naked!?" Claire first covered her chest, then frowned, apparently from a headache, and placed her hand on her head.
"Uh... I, what...?" It seemed the effects of the alcohol hadn't fully worn off yet. Did she remember? Just as I thought this, Claire's face began to turn deathly pale.
"Ah... ah..." Her body trembled, Claire's unfocused eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.
"Ah, why... Mr. Shimo... what, what did you do...?"
Oh my god. She remembered everything, even while completely drunk? That would save me the trouble of explaining.
"Do you remember anything? Claire, you did what I asked you to."
"W-what was that demand?!" Claire roared, her face turning pale.
"What did you do to me?! And naked, really?..."
"Come on. Calm down. I'll explain everything from the beginning."
Then I began explaining it to Claire step by step. I forced her, still drunk, to take my macaque—that is, my penis—into her mouth.
Then I forced her to drink a large quantity of horse semen.
The entire process, including her current naked state, was photographed and documented.
Furthermore, I recorded her comments on the sensations of the semen. Given Clea's level of sexual knowledge, I provided additional explanations of the meaning of these actions.
"This is a recording." I pressed play on the recorder, and Clea's weak voice answered my questions.
"Ugh... strange taste... very thick... sticky... and then... and then... I drank..." "Ah... ahhh..."
"How did it go? Pretty clear, right?" Even if you can't see her eyes, you can imagine the scene captured in the photographs, right?" Clea held her shaking head and looked at me with a tense, tear-stained expression.
"Shimo... you... you really are a bad person..."
"Call me a bad person..."
"Until now... my intuition about people has never been wrong... but... just this once... I thought I was wrong... and actually did something like that..." Eyes
Claire's tears filled her eyes.
I sat down next to her and put my arm around her shoulder.
Claire seemed to lack the strength to resist; she merely trembled, silently accepting my hand.
"You're right. I'm definitely not a good person, or rather, I'm a bad person." I had long ago abandoned the idea of pretending to be a model young man, once I realized my own desires.
"But I'm not as bad as Claire thinks, am I? If you fulfill a few more of my requests, these photos and recordings won't be sent to Paul." "...Requests... you call that a request?" In fact, it was more of an order than a request.
"Fine. I have two requests. First, join me, Lisbeth, and Ars as adventurers for a while."
"Adventurers...? Why...?"
"There's no particular reason for this request. It's just that having a healer in the party would be better." And that would also benefit Claire's resume as a candidate for sainthood, right? "...And the second request?" Hm. The second request is key.
"Like today, when I make a request, you must satisfy my sexual desires."
"W-what...!? Are you doing it again...!?" Claire's face reflected horror, and she trembled. I reassured her in a soothing tone.
"Come on, calm down. I'll add a few conditions to reassure Claire." "...W-what..."
"The first condition is 'guarantee Claire's chastity.'" After explaining the conditions, I told Claire that her virginity was currently safe, and upon hearing this, she seemed to sigh with relief.
"The second condition is that the protective gear I designed will take two months to produce, and the deadline is set at that point."
Hearing this, Claire seemed to calm down a bit; her trembling subsided, but a look of bewilderment appeared on her face as to why such conditions had been established.
"Finally, the third condition is that Claire must not engage in excessive intimacy with Paul while I deal with my sexual desires. Except for simple conversations, physical contact or dating is prohibited." Since I had photos and recordings, she had no choice but to accept this. A resigned expression appeared on Claire's face.
I smirked and, despite myself, said to Claire, "Didn't I just say that? Even though I'm a bad guy, I'm not as evil as Claire thinks. After all, you have a lifelong commitment, and no matter how rough I am, I won't take your virginity." Given Lisbeth's precedent, this lie was utterly preposterous.
"However, I'm not so kind as to pass up this opportunity, and besides, my fetishes are somewhat unusual. So for now, I'll have to ask you to be my partner." "...And what if I refuse?"
"Then..." I removed my hand from Claire's shoulder and, whispering, grabbed her breast.
"Take Claire's virginity like that? And then send your embarrassing photos and recordings to Paul or someone else?" As soon as I finished speaking, Claire's face turned deathly pale, and she began to tremble. "It's a miracle Paul didn't faint, right? Even though I took those photos, they're terrible. There are even pictures of Claire enjoying herself. My God, a woman who just recently got engaged, and she behaves like this?"
Hearing my words, Claire lowered her head, trembling.
"If he'd taken pictures of her the moment he took her virginity and sent them to her, Paul might have driven himself to suicide. Even if that doesn't happen, I'm very curious how Paul will treat Claire after she loses her virginity."
"Ah, I understand... Please don't tell Paul..."
Hearing Claire's answer, I smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Thank you, Claire. But don't worry too much. If you do as I say, everything will end peacefully in two months. Most importantly, I said I'd keep your virginity, right? Just endure two months, and you can return to Paul without a trace." I continued massaging Claire's breasts.
"Of course, I swear I'll destroy all the photos and recordings in two months. I won't make copies or distribute them. I swear by the Goddess."
When I pinched her nipple, Claire moaned softly, her body trembling.
"So? Are you willing to accept this?"
"Ah, I see. So now…"
"I hope you can swear in the name of the Goddess that you will convince me. Swear you will not tell anyone and will not ask for help."
"Uh…" Claire bit her lower lip, her voice shaking as she swore the oath.
"I swear in the name of the goddess who protects Esendia… I will never tell anyone and… will not ask for help."
Very good. Perfect. Even though the goddess has died, Claire doesn't know it. Moreover, as a priestess, she would never dare so easily break an oath sworn in the name of a god.
"T-that…! You must swear too! You must keep your promise…!"
"Okay, okay. I swear by the goddess that I'll keep my promise. Is that alright?" "..." Very good. Then it's time to report to Paul.
"Uh... I've arranged with Lisbeth's family to go to the dungeon tomorrow. Go and tell Paul right now."
"Tomorrow...!? So soon...!?"
Well, I didn't expect things to turn out this way.
"There's nothing I can do. What else can I do?"
"What should I do now that I've decided to leave? I'll explain everything to Lisbeth and Ars."
With that, I handed Claire her clothes.
"Even after washing, the stockings still faded?" "Stockings need to be collected separately and treated differently than regular clothing."
Klaya sighed and began putting on her underwear. Ah, so there was another way to wash them.
After putting on her underwear, Klaya touched the stockings and said she couldn't wear them anymore, then put on her nun's habit with bare legs. I threw the tights in the trash and grabbed Klaya by the shoulders, saying,
"Then let's go. We'll talk to her in person." "...Okay..."
... I took Klaya to Paul and told him I'd soon be going on a dungeon adventure with her. Paul, sitting at his desk, reviewing documents, dropped his pen upon hearing this and asked in a panic, "Mr. Shimo, what are you saying? Klaya, she..."
"Didn't you say that merit is needed to become a saint? Since you participated in the battle against the Hero Eater, why not take this opportunity to improve your record?"
"That's true, but Klaya..."
Paul said, adjusting his glasses. "She only agreed to fight the Hero Eater because it was a rare opportunity, but she seemed rather reluctant to enter regular dungeons or participate in regular adventures.
However, she had already discussed with Claire how to convince her. I placed my hand on Claire's shoulder, who was sitting next to me, and said...
"I've already discussed this with Claire. She insisted on participating and even approached me with a request."
"What did you say, Claire? Is it true?" "...Uh, uh..." My hand on Claire's shoulder tightened slightly, and she trembled slightly, lowering her head and replying in a shaky voice, "...I know Paul worked hard for me... but... until now, I've simply been taken care of and couldn't do anything myself..."
"Claire, what do you mean...? Your presence alone is enough..." Hearing Paul's words, Claire shook her head.
"I don't think that's right. While I don't aspire to the position of Saint... I feel I can't let down the people who cared for me and helped me." Paul's initially panicked expression gradually changed after Claire's words. After further coaxing, a hint of emotion appeared on his face.
"I might be able to handle this alone... but if I join forces with Mr. Semo or Miss Lisbeth, maybe we can..." Having said this, Paul closed his eyes for a moment, lost in thought, then smiled and looked at Claire. "...I understand, Claire. I'm a little worried... but if you think so..."
Nodding, Pavel sat down on the chair and bowed his head in pleading.
"I trust you with Claire, Mr. Semo."
"Ha-ha. Please don't worry. I'll protect Claire well. It just so happens that today, Claire and I have become quite close. Right, right, Claire?"
I pretended to place my hand on Claire's waist, taking the opportunity to knead her firm buttocks.
Claire trembled, but she couldn't resist my hand, turning her flushed face toward me, her eyes half-closed, and her gaze fixed on me.
"Y-yes… Mister Semo…" For some reason, a certain anticipation and various negative emotions were mixed on his face.