For some reason, when I opened my eyes, I seemed to have woken up outside my own bed.
I felt like I had experienced something extremely pleasurable… and for some reason, there seemed to be a subtle, alluring scent lingering in my mouth and throat.
"Uh… where am I…?"
"Awake?" Hearing Mr. Shimo's voice, I was wondering why he was beside me when I suddenly realized I was completely naked. I hurriedly sat up, covering myself.
"Ugh… I… what…"
I… just went to dinner with Mr. Shimo… and while we were eating… he carried me into the room…
"Ah… ahh…"
As my hazy consciousness gradually cleared, I began to recall what I had experienced.
Mr. Shimo touching my genitals. The strange body part I didn't know what it was, being shoved into my mouth.
That body part being forcibly pushed into my throat, forcing me to swallow the thick, gel-like liquid that flowed out.
The strange sensation and smell lingering in my mouth must have been from that liquid.
Adding to that, waking up completely naked… the worst possible scenarios began to flash through my mind.
Then, Mr. Shimo, in what sounded like a pleasant voice, began to explain what he had done to me.
What entered my mouth was Mr. Shimo's, that is, his male genitalia, or, to put it crudely, his penis. I sucked on it and drank the semen that flowed from it.
Besides that, he added a lot of sex knowledge that I didn't know much about, telling me what I had done.
Could that huge, hot thing that entered my mouth be a male genitalia? Was Paul's genitalia like that?
As far as I knew, it should be slightly longer than a palm and about two fingers thick…
When I learned that the thing, thicker and longer than my wrist, that seemed erect, was a male genitalia, a feeling of disgust, as if my body had been defiled, gripped me tightly.
And I heard he took photos and recorded the whole thing, plunging me into a deep despair, as if the ground were collapsing.
Then, just as Mr. Shimo confirmed, when the recorder was turned on, my voice did indeed come through.
'Ugh... a strange taste... very strong... sticky... and then... and then... I drank it...' What did he say was delicious... what did he say before drinking it?
A chill ran down my spine, and resentment towards the beast before me surged up.
"Shimo... you... you really are a bad person..."
"You call me a bad person..." Yes.
I should have trusted my intuition.
This beast before me, just like the Ethel I sensed, is a ferocious beast.
How foolish I was to believe in the existence of such an Ethel! How can I ever face Paul again...?
Before I knew it, Mr. Shimo sat down beside me, his arm around my shoulder, and began to caress my chest.
Although I felt disgust, for some reason my body couldn't muster the strength to push his hand away.
Then Mr. Shimo began making incomprehensible requests of me.
He wanted me to accompany him on an adventure in the dungeon. And every time he asked, I had to help him satisfy his sexual desires, just like today.
Although I wanted to shout "Don't talk nonsense!", I couldn't refuse because of the photos and recordings he possessed.
But…strangely, he hasn't touched my virginity yet, and even said he would protect my purity while satisfying his sexual desires.
What is he thinking? If his purpose was to threaten me, he should have made more demanding conditions instead of setting a deadline; if his goal was to possess my body, he should have taken my virginity long ago.
"Didn't I just say? Although I'm a bad guy, I shouldn't be like what Claire thinks. After all, I have a future man I've made a promise with; I'm not so wicked as to take away your purity."
Hearing him say this…for some reason, I vaguely felt that he still had a sliver of conscience.
Was he simply unable to control his sexual desires? Thinking this, I subtly showed my refusal…but it seemed he had no intention of letting me off the hook.
Shimo said he'd send Paul a photo. Thinking of Paul's nervous anticipation and excitement when he confessed to me, I couldn't even imagine the shock he'd feel upon receiving the photo.
Just as he said, the thought of possibly committing suicide made me reluctantly accept his request.
His eyes gleamed with joy at my agreement, and his large hands began to knead my breasts.
What was this feeling? Every time he kneaded my breasts, every time he patted my buttocks, a powerful, burning sensation seemed to overflow within me.
Why... when I'm experiencing something so unpleasant...?
This feeling... this is the passionate love I've always imagined... why do I feel this way every time Mr. Shimo does something so unpleasant...?
Because of the confusion this feeling brought on, I couldn't shake off his hands.
Overwhelmed by a jumble of emotions, I unconsciously swore in the name of my goddess that I couldn't refuse his request.
Although I managed to get him to swear he'd keep his promise... can I really trust him...? Afterwards, Mr. Shimo handed me my clothes, saying we should go report to Paul together.
However… I discovered that the stockings I had worn were ruined and unwearable after he washed them, so I had no choice but to go out with him wearing only my nun's habit.
Then… I followed him to Paul, saying I would temporarily go to the dungeon with Mr. Shimo.
As I expected, I sensed considerable worry emanating from Paul's Ethel.
Although I was very unwilling… I had no other choice.
The only way to keep Paul from finding out… While apologizing to Paul in my heart, I used the words I had spoken with Mr. Shimo on the way to the church to persuade him.
Perhaps the persuasion worked, Paul's breathing became quite steady… but I felt a guilt as if a stake had been driven into my chest for deceiving Paul.
"I entrust Claire to you, Mr. Shimo."
"Haha. Please don't worry. I will protect Claire well. After all, Claire and I have become quite close today, haven't we, Claire?" Mr. Shimo, beside me, reassured Paul while squeezing my buttocks.
Paul was right in front of me…!
Yet I was powerless to resist. As his rough hands caressed my bare nun's habit, the fabric devoid of stockings, my body felt as if all its strength had been drained, plunging me into an indescribable whirlpool of sensation.
I forcefully resisted this feeling, turning to him tremblingly, and said:
"Yes, yes… Mr. Shimo…" For some reason, the sensation of Mr. Shimo slapping my buttocks swept through my body again.
............
"…Ah…" And just like that, Mr. Shimo said he would pick me up the next morning and then left the church.
Back in my room alone, even though it was dinnertime, I had no appetite because of what had happened that day, and collapsed onto the bed.
Why did I so easily give in to Mr. Shimo? No, if only I hadn't been drinking… I sighed at my own foolishness as I tried to think of a solution, but I couldn't find a way out of this situation.
It seems… I really have to engage in the kind of sexual activity I experienced today, just like I've done with Mr. Shimo for the past two months.
But what exactly is that activity? Do men experience pleasure through methods other than sexual intercourse?
For some reason, the taste of Mr. Shimo's thick semen that I drank today still seems to linger in my mouth.
'…Thick doesn't quite capture it…' Recalling the taste and smell of that semen, the sensation in my mouth and throat made me shudder and shake my head.
'Could it be… that I… want to taste that stuff again…? Impossible…' A sudden, sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen, and a burning sensation began to engulf my body.
'No…! Goddess…!' I clasped my hands together in prayer to the Goddess, trying to calm myself… but a fire seemed to burn within me, tormenting me.
As I prayed to the Goddess… without realizing it, I began rubbing my genitals with my fingers, just as Mr. Shimo had done to me today.
'Ah…! Goddess…! Please have mercy on this lost lamb…!' I kept calling out to the goddess, overwhelmed by the pleasure that enveloped my entire body, until I was exhausted and fell asleep. I kept rubbing my genitals, and that's how I completed my first time masturbating.