“…Once I pulled my leg out, it felt refreshing, but…”
The next morning, Yona woke up with a much lighter body, and that was her first thought.
It seemed completely absurd, yet this was reality.
Her body felt surprisingly refreshed, almost as if she could fly with how light she felt.
In stark contrast, her mind was drowning in self-loathing.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried self-pleasure.
When the body is tired or stressed, the sexual urge naturally inflates in contrast.
But Yona never really found pleasure through self-pleasure.
On the contrary, unlike the quick fix from her male days, the preparation for female self-pleasure was lengthy, time-consuming, and even the cleanup took forever. Timing it right when her desire peaked was a challenge.
Moreover, the fixings to prepare were so complicated compared to her male days when she could easily rely on imagination. It wasn’t just the act but also the intricate emotions she had to envision, which left Yona wondering what pleasure she’d actually derive from it.
In her mind, she should be wielding a stick like a guy, but her hands weren’t waving it around; they were poking instead, making it hard to get into it.
Thus, she struggled to find pleasure, eventually dismissing self-pleasure altogether out of annoyance.
Yet last night felt like a taste of a new realm.
She’d never experienced such intense pleasure in her life.
A pleasure so overwhelming it felt like her mind might burst into flames,
And the electric thrill of her body trembling and going rigid beyond her control.
These were all first-time experiences, leading Yona to instantly understand why female pleasure was far more intense and longer-lasting than male.
Having released all that pent-up desire, it made sense that her body felt so light now.
If only that place wasn’t the Church Region…
Yona got up from the bed, washed up, and came out of the bathroom.
Seeing the stone bathtub reminded her of the wild self-pleasure from last night, causing her face to heat up, but she had no choice but to wash anyway.
Somehow, despite removing her nun’s habit, she still wore her veil when she went in, and thankfully, it dried well overnight.
“What the heck was that craziness…?”
The more she thought about it, the more sighs escaped Yona.
No matter how much she tried to rationalize it, being this overwhelmed by desire was unprecedented.
She couldn’t control herself at all, nor could she endure it.
But that wasn’t all; somehow, she found herself sprawled on the bathroom floor.
Completely naked, yet with the veil still on her head.
And even in that state, her hands were constantly tending to her…
“Enough, enough! I said enough!”
Yona shook her head vigorously.
A memory she truly wished to forget.
– “Al, Al-lex… I-I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry… I-I don’t… I don’t know…”
– “Al, Al-lex… I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I messed up…!”
Suddenly, memories flashed through her mind.
Yona’s face turned bright red once again.
“No way, what do I have to apologize to that jerk for? I was the one who was nice to him. Honestly, I treated him so well. Why did I say I’m sorry or that I messed up in that situation? I’m seriously losing it, really losing it!”
Even as she screamed internally, that voice just wouldn’t fade away from her head.
But no matter how strongly Yona denied it, one undeniable fact remained.
Every time Yona apologized to Alex, she felt a wave of intense pleasure.
Perhaps the mere fact that she didn’t strangle her own neck or smack her own butt was enough to consider her very patient.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh… insane… what the heck am I… ugh…”
Yona plopped down onto the bed and buried her face in her hands.
Just thinking about last night’s shenanigans made heat surge up her face.
“Thank goodness Alex’s room isn’t close to mine…”
What would have happened if it were right next door?
She knew Alex wasn’t the type to be extraordinarily patient.
Besides, unless Yona’s moans had been unusually loud, if Alex had been in the next room, he would have definitely heard them.
He would have barged right into her room,
Immediately realizing that Yona’s noises were coming from the bathroom,
And what Alex would have witnessed upon entering her room would—
Without a doubt set his patience ablaze in an instant.
“…Didn’t something similar happen before?”
Probably the incident at Ceres’s mansion.
Back then, Alex had retreated silently at Yona’s words, but would he have done the same this time?
“There’s no way that would happen…”
Striding into the shower room was Alex,
While Yona just stared at him blankly,
And then Alex reached out and grabbed Yona’s drenched hand to pull her up.
– “Honestly, I think this is self-defense.”
He would say as he gratefully squeezed Yona’s chest—
“Ugh.”
Yona shivered.
She trembled so much her whole body shook and desperately tried to shake off that thought.
And that was when it happened.
“…Huh…?”
Yona sighed deeply as she lifted her nun’s skirt and peeked at her underwear.
Yona took a breath.
“…Damn it…”
Muttering a curse under her breath, Yona slowly stood up and rummaged through her drawer.
She picked out her neatly folded underwear one by one and quietly headed towards the shower.
*
Yona got dressed in her nun’s attire, complete with a veil, looking around her body to check for any abnormalities.
A shower as soon as she got up, and now another one.
After showering twice, she felt drained.
But lunch was approaching, so it was time for Yona to get moving.
– Yona, are you there?
It was Alex’s voice.
At that sound, Yona flinched.
She had rambled about this jerk and that jerk, but hearing Alex’s voice made her jump.
After all, he was the only man who appeared in those intense memories from last night, and while she had been begging for forgiveness and seeking pleasure, it turned out she was the one who got caught in her own trap.
“Uh, uh… wait a minute…!”
Yona hurried to stand in front of the mirror, checking for any weirdness.
No matter how she looked, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
Her nun’s outfit was impeccably neat, without a single wrinkle, and her veil was perfectly in place.
‘…Wait, why…?’
Why did she have to look all nice just because Alex was here?
As that thought crossed her mind, Yona’s trademark stubbornness kicked in.
Why was she trying so hard to impress Alex?
Why was she suddenly primping herself in front of him?
It made no sense at all, and Yona pouted her lips in frustration.
“…Come in!”
As soon as Yona gave the go-ahead, the door swung open, and Alex stepped in with a rush.
It felt like the air had changed.
That’s how Yona sensed it.
The moment Alex entered the room, the always-smiling guy turned to look at her, and her heart started to race.
For reasons unknown, Yona’s heart began to pound.
‘W-what’s going on? Is it arrhythmia?’
As unlikely as that sounded, Yona couldn’t comprehend why her body was reacting like this.
“What have you been doing to make your face so red?”
“Ah, no. I didn’t do anything. U-uh, just exercising a bit.”
“What kind of exercise do you do in a room…?”
Alex walked into the room and approached Yona.
A faint scent of sweat and a strong masculine aroma filled the space.
The bird, and the thick scent of a man.
As Alex drew closer, that signature smell of his started to overwhelm Yona, making her heart race even faster.
“Are you feeling sick?”
Alex reached out and touched Yona’s forehead.
When his cool touch met the heat radiating from her forehead, it felt like a refreshing wave washing through her mind.
“Do you have a fever? Nah, it seems like you might have a slight one?”
“N-no! I’m not sick! I’m perfectly healthy!”
“Even so…”
“Really! I’m completely fine! Why, why!”
Those who are feeling guilty tend to get defensive easily. The desire to hide one’s weaknesses from others makes them sharp with anyone who crosses their self-imposed boundaries.
That was exactly Yona right now.
A nun, a priest, having consoled herself within the Church Region, and the target of that comfort was someone who had been her companion all this time.
Even if he had confessed to her, the guilt of rejecting him only weighed heavier.
Having played around with Alex, it was no surprise that Yona became defensive as he suddenly closed in.
“Why are you getting all worked up? Is something bothering you?”
“…No, nothing’s wrong. So why?”
Alex quietly stared at Yona.
From his perspective, it was clear that Yona was hiding something.
The way she couldn’t meet his gaze and kept avoiding him screamed that something was off.
“There’s a smell coming from somewhere…”
“What, what smell—?!”
Yona’s face quickly turned crimson as she whipped her head to glare at Alex.
Being hyper-sensitive to the word ‘smell’, Alex smirked mischievously.
“Oh, I see.”
“What, what do you mean?”
Yona’s face shifted from red to pale.
Sure, she might have gone a little overboard last night, but she’d aired out the room afterward, and there shouldn’t be enough lingering scent left!
Yet, if there was still a smell, her heart started to pound once more.
“It’s not like being in the bathroom is anything to be ashamed of.”
“…What?”
At Alex’s words, Yona’s brain briefly short-circuited.
She stared at him blankly, unable to comprehend what he was saying.
“Seeing you react so strongly to the word ‘smell’ makes it clear you’re hiding something. It’s not embarrassing… Don’t worry, it hardly smells… right?”
Yona’s face contorted in horror.
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