"Mwah… Mmh, mmph… Mmh…"
"Mmh… Mmh…"
Inside Nia's dimly lit room, the soft, wet sounds of kissing echoed in the stillness.
Seated on Nagami's lap, Nia's hands never left his shoulders.
Her fingers clung to him, nails lightly pressing through his shirt as her body instinctively leaned closer, lips pressing deeper into his.
"Mnnnh… Mlln… Hah…"
Her eyes fluttered shut, savoring the intoxicating taste of her very first kiss. She had read people say first kisses always tasted like lemons… but this—this wasn't sour.
There was no bitterness.
Only sweetness.
The way Nagami kissed her was nothing like what she'd heard from Tohka or Yoshino.
"Nnggh!… Mwah… mmm…"
She clumsily tried to keep pace as Nagami's tongue suddenly slipped between her lips. His movements were confident, teasing—his tongue exploring every corner, every soft surface inside her mouth.
She was inexperienced, but that didn't stop her. Her eagerness burned through the awkwardness.
A slow, simmering heat began rising within her. She pressed her thighs together, trying to quell the aching sensation blooming in her core.
"Mmh!"
"Mmmh! Mwah… Mmh, mmph… mmp! Mwah…"
"Haa… haa… haa…"
They finally broke apart, both breathless after nearly five minutes of unbroken kissing.
Nia collapsed against Nagami's chest, one hand pressed over her pounding heart.
"Are you okay, Nia? Do you need to rest?" Nagami asked gently, his warm palm settling on her shoulder.
"N-No… I'm fine… just… let me catch my breath," Nia murmured, shaking her head as she tried to calm herself.
Damn it, Nagami… why are you so good at this?!
For someone new to intimacy, the kiss was overwhelmingly intense. Every flick of his tongue seemed to strike places she didn't even know were sensitive.
The pleasure alone far surpassed anything her doujinshi had ever prepared her for.
She'd thought drawing those scenes for so long might dull her senses, make her immune to the real thing.
But no… now that she was experiencing it, her fantasies seemed pale—lifeless—compared to this.
This guy… he's probably this good because of those two women I read about on Rasiel!
Her eyes narrowed at his calm expression, like this was nothing—just child's play—while she was a flushed, trembling mess.
Then, as she shifted in his lap, she felt it.
A firm, undeniable bulge pressing against her lower back.
She blinked—then smiled.
So… he wasn't completely unaffected after all.
With a sly grin, Nia subtly rolled her hips, letting the soft curve of her backside rub against the growing heat beneath her.
"Ara~ Ara~ Nagami-san… what do we have here?" she purred, her tone dripping mischief as her hand slipped into his pants, fingers curling around the hard, throbbing shaft within.
"Nnngh…" Nagami's breath caught at her touch.
"...What do you mean?" he asked, feigning composure as her fingertips lazily traced along his length, featherlight and teasing.
Watching him fight to stay in control only fueled her desire to push further.
She straightened, leaning in until her lips brushed his ear, her breath hot and sultry.
"I felt something hard right here… Are you having a muscle cramp, perhaps? Shall this nun give you a little massage, Traveler-sama?"
"…!!"
That name—Traveler.
The moment she said it, his eyes widened. She was roleplaying.
She'd slipped into the fantasy from the doujinshi they'd just read—one Lumine had once requested—where she'd shared her unholy thoughts about a certain idol from Mondstadt.
Now that he noticed, she really was dressed like that character.
If it were someone experienced, Nagami might have gone along without hesitation. But Nia… she was still a virgin.
"Nia, you don't have to force yourself," he murmured gently. "We can take this slow, okay?"
But seeing that flicker of fluster on his face gave Nia a spark of satisfaction—like she'd just scored a win.
Ignoring his words, her hand began to move again, stroking him with a bolder, more assured grip.
"Nnngh…"
The sudden rhythm and pressure caught him off guard. She was growing more confident, each stroke smoother, more deliberate.
"Nia… you'd better stop now, or you'll regret it…"
"What are you talking about, Traveler-sama~?" she teased sweetly. "If you're feeling cramped, it's my duty to massage you until you feel much better. But first…"
Without hesitation, she freed him from his pants.
His cock sprang upward instantly, hard and heavy, twitching in her grip.
"Ara~ Ara~ you're really suffering, Traveler-sama," she cooed, her thumb gently circling the swollen tip.
"Look at it… so red and throbbing~ ❤️"
A bead of clear fluid glistened at the head.
"Ahh… something's leaking out," she murmured with mock innocence, still stroking him. "As I thought… this must be a curse from the Abyss."
Leaning close, her lips brushed his ear, her voice a breathy, sinful whisper.
"Let me, Honjou Nia, humble Deaconess of the Church of Favonius… purify you of this terrible curse~ ❤️."
"Ghh… Nia…"
He tried to think, to respond, but she was already lowering her head toward him, warm breath fanning over his sensitive skin.
"Sniff… sniff… aaah~ ❤️ It's so big ❤️ Just as I feared… this curse is far worse than I imagined, Traveler-sama…"
The scent—musky, raw—flooded her senses.
It was exactly as she'd fantasized. The scent of Nagami… the scent she'd imagined countless times when she was alone, fingers buried between her legs.
The heat in her core surged, spreading down her thighs as wetness pooled beneath her.
This girl…
Nagami stared down at her, stunned. She was acting like a woman in heat.
He never would've guessed the original Honjou Nia could be like this. In the original, she was the teasing, smug older-sister type who drew lewd doujinshi—but never this forward.
Then again… maybe that was because Shido, the harem protagonist, had never pushed her this far.
Nagami swallowed hard, feeling his restraint unravel.
"…So, what should I do then?" he asked finally, voice deepening as he decided to play along.
Hearing him slip into character, Nia grinned.
Her tongue flicked out, teasing the underside of his length in one slow, deliberate lick.
"Then let's begin your treatment, okay? Aaaahm~"