Chapter 35 The Sister’s Escalating Audit
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ah, ah, ah! Oh my! Oh my!”
Amelia, the Sister, arched her back and strained against the waves from the N**ple Clamper, its deep hum vibrating steadily. She must have shifted the slide to its fullest in one motion. Even so, her form already brimmed with sensitivity from the potent elixir, Fevered V***a Hole, Burning Cs. Waves of stern trial coursed through her frame.
”Hee-uh! So intense! My peaks strain to the limit! Ah, ah, ah, ah! Oh my! Oh my!”
Amelia thrust her chin forward, bent in endurance against the clamper’s relentless pulse. Her cheeks glowed deep, eyes distant, lips quivering with warmth, near to spilling over. Her hands clutched her thighs in formal kneel, fingers pale from the grip. Sweat traced her curved back, outlining the full sweep of her hips. Her sides spasmed faintly. Her core tightened in waves. The rounded swell of her chest prickled. Restraint held back any reach to steady her lower form.
”S-ss, hah… S-ss, hah…”
As Lily had guided before, Amelia drew deep breaths on her own. After straining, she steadied short of the brink. Yet this marked only the start. Endurance remained in question.
”Hmph, hmph… Whew…” she whispered, gathering breath.
”How do you fare, Amelia-sama?” Lily asked with courtesy.
”Y-yes, well enough… A Sister of the Church of Demon-Subjugation endures this trial. No barrier to trade…” Amelia replied, voice unsteady yet firm.
”Understood. Gratitude as a shop, but that covers half its purpose. The other awaits test,” came the note.
”Eh…?” she breathed.
”This is the ‘N**ple Clamper,’ after all. Full proof demands the lower hold,” the reminder followed.
”Ah… True. Clamp this to my core…” she murmured, mind clouded by the peaks’ pulse. The dual role had slipped her thought. Mere vision of it stirred her whole form. Meanwhile, the N**ple Clamper swayed from her peak, stark in its hold.
”Part your legs slightly; aid can attach it. Your will?” Lily offered.
”N-no, I—I manage… Mmm… True use mirrors self-application…” Amelia whispered, wrestling control.
After replying, she swallowed and parted her legs slowly. Attention fixed on her hidden center. Sensing the gaze, she paused inwardly but yielded silence, revealing her glistening depths.
Abundant trial’s flow gathered at her thighs, threading clear. Her core gleamed delicate, unshadowed, akin to her usual grace. Two matters stood apart: the thick flow toward the floor, and her core’s crest, slightly risen from its veil.
”Ah, forgive me! The floor mars!” she cried, genuine dismay.
”No concern; common here. A cloth beneath suffices,” Lily calmed.
”Y-yes…” Amelia agreed.
As Lily laid the cloth for the flow, thoughts turned to absorbent wards from old days—viable craft here. Yet focus locked on Amelia’s center, now whispering faintly wet.
”There. Proceed at ease, as needed.”
”At ease…? Clear. Then—Hmph, hmph… Nnn, aaaaaaahhh! Oh my! Oh my!”
Sister Amelia drew back her veil with one hand, baring the swollen crest, then set the clamper’s firm jaws upon it. Slip from flow challenged, but the next press held, gripping the tender heart. Her lower form heaved in rhythm.
”Hooo-oof! Hooo-oof!” she drew heavy breaths.
”Well placed. Guard motion; slip risks. Switch known?” Lily noted.
”Hwah…! The s-switch… Ah, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Oh my! Oh my!”
By Lily’s cue, Amelia slid to fullest again. Hips bucked; forward bend failed. She arched back, hands braced behind, eyes to ceiling. Her full chest rose, center thrust open to view.
From peaks’ crests and core’s heart, the N**ple Clampers growled low, pulsing fierce, one each. They swayed with each thrust, weight tugging the held points.
”Ah…! Hah-eak! Oh my! Oh my! Ah-ah-ah-ah! Oh my! Oh my!”
Efforts to resist deepened the trial, urging Amelia onward. A tear traced her eye’s corner; pale blue strands clung cheek and lip, a vision of yielded grace. Her white core, slim yet yielding, pulsed wild. Mouth worked for air. Clampers shook. Flow soaked the cloth, staining broad and dark.
Her stance might amuse, yet gravity bound all. Lust tinged the watch, true… Beyond pose, sweat’s scent mingled with the heavy aura from her parted center, stirring deep.
”Ah, well enough, Amelia-san?” concern tempered the ask.
”I-I’m sound! Such trial means little!” she managed, words fractured.
Sound she was not. Eyes strayed, bound by force, lost afar. Brink hovered near. Yet Lily pressed with the final tool.
”Now, this completes the set, paired with our line.”
”Oh, the ‘D**do-Buddy!’” Amelia brightened in recognition.
”Yes. No. 3 suits, or prefer? ‘Drill D**do-Buddy’ stands ready…” Lily listed.
”N-no, this serves. Truth, its plainness undoes me most…” Amelia admitted freely. Some favor simplicity. She matched that vein. Shame’s veil lifted fully. She raised the D**do-Buddy to her face, gaze soft and drawn.
”Nngh-chu. Chu-chu. Slurp, muah!”
Habit guided her. She drew it to lips, coating deep with warmth. The focused grace captivated. Satisfied, she kissed the crest.
A wet release sounded. Awareness dawned of watchers; cheeks flamed, shame’s return.
”Ah… Forgive—I merely… custom took hold…” she faltered.
”No matter. Pleasure in our craft delights,” reassurance followed.
”P-please, not pleasure. T-this serves ‘training’…” she countered faintly.
”Understood. Proceed in ‘training’ as wont,” urged the voice.
”Y-yes…”
Amelia murmured, then guided the D**do-Buddy betwixt thighs without pause. Clamper hindered slightly, yet she pressed to the streaming crevice, yielding wet sound.
”Nn, nn…” pleasure whispered.
She shrank briefly, sound’s echo shaming, glancing aside. No reaction met her; resolve set. Hips lifted, then sank slow, drawing it deep.
”Hauuuu…”
Shoulders quaked; sigh escaped. Familiar pull, unlike clamper’s bite, let her take full depth without brink.
”How fares our craft, Amelia-sama?” Lily queried.
”Y-yes. Masterful match. Clamper perfects the ‘Fevered’ sensitivity. Familiar D**do-Buddy turns sweetly profound…”
Words flowed, yet urge won. She stirred it slow in depths. Thus stood the envisioned trial’s pinnacle: a Sister yielded to duty’s depth.
”While here, share your Church’s ‘training.’ Brink avoided, halt now?” the question probed.
”N-no. Intensity varies, but we count ‘near-brink halts’ (Sun-dome¹),” she clarified.
”Clear. Clamper heightens demand, then?”
”Yes. Sisters will seek it keenly.”
”Good. Observe further?”
”Eh?! Yes. True use demands norm. Um, unseemly, yet endure…” Amelia yielded modestly.
”No burden. Shop gains too.”
”Y-yes. Nnngh! Oh my! Oh my!”
At cue, Sister Amelia pursued “training.” Slow draw from depths peeled inner hold, flow trailing. Form quaked; chest swayed.
”Ah! Oh my! Uh-nff! Oh my! Ah, ah, ah! Oh my! Oh my!”
Wet pulls, slides, heavy thrusts marked the rhythm. No leisure; rapid drive sought brink.
”Hee-uh! Oh my! Ah! Nngh! Oh my! Oh my!”
Cries coarsened, raw from deep strikes. Sister’s core yielded there. Note taken.
”Nngh! Oh my! Ahhh! Oh my! Oh! Oh my!”
Amelia drove relentless. Bestial echo rose as flush deepened. Mouth gaped; eyes neared white. Hips bucked to shake clampers. Froth coated, hands soiled, dripping to cloth.
Full exposure: erotic duty unbound. Lily scarce matched this. Memory seared the sight—client lost to craft’s trial.
”Ahhh! Oh my! Hold! Ah, ah, ahhh! Oh my! Oh my!”
Brink neared clear. Hips spasmed wild, clampers bouncing. Jolt pushed edge—and then—
”Ngh-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-heeeee! Oh my! Oh my!”
A WET POP!
Amelia withdrew sharp, coiling tight, teeth clenched audible.
”Oh! Oh, God! Oh, God!”
Motionless, breathless, she quelled the surge. Spectacular ‘near-brink halt’ (Sun-dome) endured. Shiver wracked, then eased. Temptation conquered.
”I-I repeat tenfold more…” she declared, voice cracked.
The Church of Demon-Subjugation’s “training” forged brutal spiritual steel.
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Summary:
Amelia, the Sister, is overwhelmed by the shop’s newest item, the N**ple Clamper, especially when combined with the aphrodisiac and the familiar D**do-Buddy. The intense sensation forces her to struggle to maintain her formal composure during her ‘training’ and she resorts to performing multiple sessions of near-climax avoidance (Sun-dome) to complete her audit.
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Character Insight:
Amelia is revealed to be surprisingly sensitive to pleasure, especially from the D**do-Buddy, which she confesses is her ‘weakness.’ Despite her formal, professional role as an auditor, her physical reactions are immediate and overwhelming, showing a deep internal conflict between duty and desire.
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Behind the Scene:
The setting is a private testing area in the Isekai magic shop. The Protagonist/Shopkeeper is observing the session for product research and sales data, not for personal pleasure, though he is clearly affected by the spectacle. The ‘Church of Demon-Subjugation’ uses extreme sexual endurance as a form of ‘training’ or spiritual discipline, hence the severe testing conditions.
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T/L:
¹ Sun-dome (寸止め): Literally ‘stop right before,’ it’s a term for ‘near-climax avoidance,’ where one stops or prevents oneself from reaching climax at the very last moment. Used here as a technique for ‘spiritual training’ by the Church. ↩
Notes:
• Amelia – The Sister of the Church of Demon-Subjugating, who usually buys from Kento, has light blue hair.
• Lily – the sl*ve and primary experiment subject for the magic shop, ‘Harvest.’ She has striking pink hair, Blue eyes, medium breasts, which the Protagonist associates with being ‘wanton’. She has a working knowledge of magic, which she kept hidden from the slave trader.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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