The nuns all wore knowing expressions, then one by one they grinned wickedly and reached out their hands: "So you're a disobedient little sister who ran away from home."
"Hahaha, well then I'm not scared of you anymore."
"Come here, little sister Nymeria, let your big sisters give you some love."
"Nymeria, you wouldn't want Priest Charles finding out you ran away from home, would you?"
Nymeria's face filled with horror. "What are you planning to do? I only told you all this because I trusted you! Ugh..."
She tried to resist, but it was already too late. The nuns surrounded the girl, groping and kneading her freely from all sides, venting all the pent-up frustration they'd accumulated over the past few days.
Nymeria had no way to fight back and could only whimper as the nuns toyed with her.
And just like that, all the authority she'd painstakingly built up over two days completely collapsed, reducing her to a little sister everyone loved—and everyone could bully.
While the battle nuns were roughhousing on that side, in the bath chamber next door, Charles held Anno's perky bottom and began his final sprint.
They'd originally been on the small leather bench meant for scrubbing, but when Charles started thrusting harder, the bench began creaking and swaying noisily. Not only was the noise grating, but more importantly, Anno was terrified it would suddenly collapse and send her tumbling to the floor.
So they quickly stopped and discussed it—better to go back into the hot spring. Anno now stood in the water, hands braced against the wall in front of her, following Charles's guidance to arch her back low and raise her rounded hips high, taking the thrusts in the most effortless posture.
And so now, accompanied by the sound of their legs stirring the water, the two reached the peak of pleasure together.
"Ah..."
Anno let out a delicate moan, her taut body trembling intensely as warm liquid flowed from her body. Charles also continuously unloaded, and only after finishing did he let out a long breath.
Their bodies gradually separated. His still-erect thick cock was smeared with sticky fluids, making a wet "squelch" as he fully withdrew. Anno's pink garden entrance showed faint traces of white viscous substance—all the result of Charles's inability to hold back any longer.
Charles turned her body around, embraced her, then slowly sat down by the hot spring's edge, leaning against the wall. Charles gently stroked her hair, looking at her flushed little face, then lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
Anno responded gently as well, without too much intensity, but then her delicate brows furrowed. "Charles, let's go back."
She panted heavily, continuing, "Back to your room. It's too hot here, so stuffy..."
She looked quite uncomfortable, somewhat unable to catch her breath—but this was a common situation in hot spring rooms. Charles nodded, helped her up, rinsed their bodies once more under the showerhead, then went out, dried off with bath towels, changed into pajamas, and walked back to the room.
As soon as they emerged, they inevitably ran into the battle nuns from the bath chamber next door, who had also just finished bathing and were wrapped in bath towels heading back to the dorms.
When the two groups met, all the girls' expressions were somewhat strange—some had smiles at the corners of their mouths, some had flushed faces, some avoided eye contact, but they all looked abnormal in some way.
Realizing why they were acting this way, Anno was even more shy and embarrassed. She covered her face and, like an ostrich, pulled Charles along as they fled back to his room.
After closing the door, the girl finally let out a long sigh of relief, then couldn't help feeling resentful. She pinched Charles hard. "It's all your fault! They all saw us, and they probably even heard us in the bath chamber!"
She complained, and the more she spoke and thought about it, the more unbearably embarrassed she felt. Charles hugged her, laughing while enduring her unreasonable tantrum, carried her to the bed, and comforted her: "It's fine. This is all perfectly natural. Even without what just happened, they could've guessed what we'd be doing tonight just by thinking about it."
"No need to be shy. It's human nature—everyone's the same. Everyone has knowledge about these things."
Anno still couldn't take it and pinched his arm twice more before finally calming down. She hugged him and lay down on the bed, curling her body into a ball, placing her thighs right on his waist.
Charles rubbed his cheek against her temple, giving her a taste of loving care. The night was still long, and he didn't want to end the evening's activities so early.
At that moment, Anno suddenly said, "Are all the nuns in your monastery this uninhibited?"
Charles froze. "Huh? What do you mean?"
"I was just thinking back to that scene, and I suddenly realized your battle nuns are so unguarded in the monastery," Anno said. "They just came out of the bath chamber wrapped in a single bath towel, walking back to the dorms all casual like that."
"The cold is secondary, but what if something went wrong—like the bath towel wasn't wrapped tight or something—aren't they afraid of being seen completely naked?"
Charles immediately laughed. "That's perfectly normal. There usually aren't any other men in this monastery, and I'm either in the scriptorium or the dining hall, basically never going out, so... they just do whatever's most convenient."
Just like in some medical schools or teachers' colleges, after bathing, the girls would also choose to just wrap a bath towel and head back to the dorms. There's no complicated reason behind it—purely because there are no guys around, so they just do what's convenient.
But Anno looked at him with a meaningful gaze, pursing her lips. "So have you ever accidentally seen them?"
Charles's heart jumped, then his eyes wandered. "Well... with so many times, there are bound to be accidents where I catch a glimpse... but then I definitely quickly avoid the situation and leave. That kind of thing isn't good, after all."
Anno watched his nervous expression and found it rather amusing. Her mind began conjuring possible scenarios: A nun wrapped only in a bath towel walking out of the bath chamber, her pristine skin seemingly radiating a crystalline glow, her disheveled long hair wet and oh-so-sexy.
They'd spot their respected Priest Charles from afar and immediately smile and wave hello. He'd wave back, and at that moment, the bath towel wrapped around them would accidentally come loose and fall to the ground, instantly exposing their entire body to Charles's full view.
Those full breasts, rosy nipples, flat belly, sexy navel, and even the entire perfect triangular region—all exposed before him without reservation. The nuns would cry out in surprise and crouch down to pick up the bath towel, while Charles would have no choice but to flee in embarrassment with a red face...
Imagining that scene, Anno should have felt angry and jealous, but for some reason, at this moment, she actually felt somewhat... excited?
She couldn't quite pin down her mindset at this moment. She only felt a wicked fire rising steadily within her body, making her long to know more, so she could fantasize about even more...
She quietly swallowed, then asked in a small voice, "So how many times has that happened?"
Charles held his breath, feeling this was a deadly question. "Well, I definitely wouldn't keep count of something like that. Why would I remember that? It's only happened a handful of times total, and after I asked them to be more careful about their appearance, it doesn't happen often anymore..."
Anno felt her mouth going dry. She swallowed again, then pressed further: "So when you saw the nuns' bodies, did you..."
As she spoke, her small hand explored downward, slipping into his pajamas and gripping that thick, fierce cock again. "Did it make you very excited?"
Charles's expression was subtle. He felt Anno's fingertips deliberately teasing his desire, the sensation quite wonderful.
But he also felt that if he answered wrong, her little hand might suddenly apply force and snap it right off...
Caught between the terror in his heart and the physical pleasure assaulting him, he steeled himself and said, "I'm also a young man who gets easily excitable, darling. But more important than my own issues is responsibility, don't you think?"
As he spoke, he also reached out his hand, slipping it into Anno's clothes and grasping that pair of plump snow-white rabbits. "I'm suffering too, so darling, could you come to the monastery more often to keep me company?"
Anno felt secretly delighted but wouldn't yield verbally. "Nice try. Today was the last time. From now on, you figure out how to deal with it yourself."
Charles put on a pained expression. "How am I supposed to deal with it? Haven't I just been gritting my teeth and bearing it..."
Anno giggled secretly, but at that moment, looking at his expression, she licked her lips as a question she'd suspected for a long time but never had the chance to ask suddenly popped into her mind.
Since today they'd happened to touch on this topic...
Should I ask?
I feel so excited...
How will he answer me?
He couldn't have never done it, right? After all, he's so skilled...
But if he denies it, what should I do next?
I haven't even thought it through...
But this is a rare opportunity...
Whatever, I'll just ask!
"Charles." She called his name softly, her eyes gleaming, her heart pounding hard. "You've done it with other women before, haven't you?"
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