Chapter 503 The Room You Can’t Leave Unless You Get Pregnant ④*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After that, Sister Amelia and I spent several decadent, skin-on-skin days together. I took it as a good opportunity to push my research forward, while Amelia kept up with her usual “training¹,” but the one constant was our nakedness. We didn’t bother with clothes; whenever the whim took us, we simply joined together on the bed.
Well, calling it a “whim” makes it sound more casual than it was. In reality, we were trapped in a state where we couldn’t help but be hyper-aware of each other. It was there when our hands brushed by pure accident, when we shared a laugh over nothing at all, or when our eyes happened to lock.
Sometimes, I’d lose the battle with my own self-control just watching her breasts sway defenselessly. I’d find myself pouncing on her from behind as she walked across the room. She was just as bad – clinging to my back while I was hunched over my desk, or suddenly resting her head on my lap before I even realized she was there.
We talked about everything. The convent, the shop, her life as a little girl, and what came next for us. We even spiraled into deep theological debates or geeked out over the mechanics of magic.
And through it all, we were constantly, lazily, losing ourselves in each other. By the end of it, her womb had collected quite a significant “deposit” of my seed. (I’d like to think that if I keep firing this many rounds, at least one of them is bound to hit the bullseye…)
”…It’s a bit late to ask this, but is it really alright for us to be like this?” Amelia asked.
”Like what?” I said.
”Well… I was just wondering if we should have been more solemn about it. If we should have been offering up prayers while we joined…” Amelia replied.
It was just as our time in this place was drawing to a close. Amelia was sitting on my lap, clinging to me from the front in a total facing seated embrace, when she let that slip.
”What, does the Church actually have a specific protocol for that?” I said.
”No, not exactly, but… somehow it just feels like we should…?” Amelia said.
”Hmm. I’ve got a feeling that if it’s going to happen, it’ll happen even without a prayer. By the way, is there actually some kind of ‘divine protection’ for nuns that acts as a natural contraceptive?” I asked.
”…There isn’t. In fact, I’ve heard that in mixed orders where monks and nuns serve together, children are sometimes born as a result of their ‘training.’ Or, even without any formal ‘training,’ a nun might suddenly find her belly growing large, only to claim she has absolutely no memory of how it happened…” Amelia replied.
Yeah. I bet. They’re only human, after all. In a weird way, it’s almost romantic. She went on to explain that if the parents were both there, they’d usually be kicked out as a pair. If it was just the nun, the child would be taken in by the Orphan Boy Home² run by the order.
And then, funny enough, that same nun would often end up being assigned as the caretaker for that very home. It was a surprisingly pragmatic, even compassionate way of handling things. Of course, these were the kinds of scandals that were always hushed up and handled behind closed doors – at least until Amelia blew the lid off everything with her stunt at the ceremony.
Thinking about it, His Holiness³ really made a bold call back then. We haven’t seen much of a backlash yet, but I can already imagine the stir it’ll cause once Amelia actually turns up pregnant.
”Are you worried about that part?” I said.
”…I don’t know. My resolve is already firm. But I worry I might be bringing a world of trouble down on you, Kento-san… and on the child,” Amelia said.
”Let the trouble come. I can take as much as you want to throw at me. And the kid… well, I’ll shoulder that, too. I’m going to love them so much and spoil them so rotten that they won’t even have time to worry about that stuff,” I said.
”Kento-san…” Amelia whispered.
During these past few days, we’d spend our time knocking down those anxieties one by one. We talked about what life would look like at the convent after she conceived, and what we’d do if she didn’t.
Bit by bit, it felt like the “preparations” were finally complete. Looking back, maybe we’d been so swept up in the hype of the ceremony that we’d glossed over the reality of it all.
”That aside, since we’re here, you want to try an ‘offering of prayer’ for real?” I asked.
”Eh?” Amelia said.
I gently pushed Amelia back onto the bed. I took both of her hands and guided them together in front of her chest – right between her breasts. (Man, if anyone saw this, they’d probably scream ‘sacrilege,’ but it was a seriously hot sight.)
”U-um, are you saying we should pray… like this?” Amelia asked.
”That was the idea, wasn’t it?” I said.
”W-well, yes, but I thought we would pray before we did it… doing it during is just so…” Amelia replied.
”It’s fine. Look, I’ll pray with you,” I said.
”You will…?” Amelia whispered.
I clasped my hands together just like her. It made it a little awkward to move my hips, but I could make it work. Amelia looked totally flustered, her face turning a deep shade of crimson from the sheer embarrassment of it.
”Come on, Amelia. You too,” I urged.
”B-but Kento-san, this is really…” Amelia protested.
”Is it against the rules? I’m sure there are plenty of laypeople who pray for a child exactly like this,” I said.
”…I suppose it’s not entirely unheard of,” Amelia admitted.
(They actually do that?!) I shouted it in my head, but I kept my mouth shut. I wasn’t about to kill the mood when I had a real-life Sister about to pray for her own pregnancy while I was inside her.
Actually, if you think about it as just a variation of a “prayer for safe delivery,” it’s not that crazy… maybe. Making excuses to a God I didn’t even know, I closed my eyes and tried to get into a serious, prayerful mindset.
”……”
”…Yes. I understand,” Amelia murmured.
Amelia whispered softly, and I felt her presence shift into a state of prayer. I stole a quick look through a half-open eye and saw her there, eyes shut tight, looking incredibly serene and holy. The sight was so much more divine than I expected that I panicked and squeezed my own eyes shut, focusing on the task.
”…O God, please… grant this humble daughter of man, grant us… grant this womb the permission to conceive…” Amelia prayed.
Amelia began to weave her prayer in a tiny, breathless voice. I couldn’t tell if she was following a script or speaking from the heart. All I knew was that with every word she spoke, her heat tightened around me with a desperate, pulsing throb.
”Kento-san… um… I will offer the prayers for the both of us. So please, Kento-san… do as you like…♡” Amelia whispered.
”Yeah…” I breathed.
That was my cue. I opened my eyes and watched her as she prayed, beginning to move my hips with a slow, deliberate rhythm. This wasn’t like the casual s*x of the last few days; this was a serious, focused effort.
”Haa… haa…♡” Amelia panted.
Her breathing grew shallow. With her hands still clasped between her breasts and her eyes shut, her body began to overflow, her walls gripping my c**k with increasing intensity.
It was a surreal sensation. My horniness was being overtaken by the weight of the prayer. I was still turned on – Amelia looked incredible – but I felt myself being pulled into the gravity of the moment, offering up my own silent plea.
”Oh, God…♡♡♡ Please… grant us the world’s most precious miracle…♡♡♡” Amelia cried.
Along with the sounds of our bodies joined together, her small voice of prayer echoed. I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel holy or horny. All I knew was that I was getting addicted to this feeling.
Her flushed cheeks, her swaying breasts, the ring on her clasped fingers, the frothing cream of her excitement, the way her light-blue hair spilled across the sheets, and the way I kept sliding in and out of her…
”Guh…! Amelia, I’m gonna hit my limit…!” I groaned.
”Please… any time you’re ready…♡♡♡ Ahh, may it be according to Your will…♡♡♡” Amelia cried out.
Splurt! Gush! Splat! Ooze! Squelch-splurt!!
”──────────♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡”
Guided by her prayer, I fired everything I had into her deepest reaches. Even though she was clearly lost in the throes of a massive climax, she didn’t let her eyelids flicker once. She kept right on praying.
(So this is the sheer willpower of a nun who’s been praying since she was a kid.) My brain was fried and white, but I gripped her hips and held myself deep inside her, trying to make sure every drop counted. Eventually, she slowly unclasped her hands and began to stroke her lower belly with a look of pure adoration.
”…Amelia?” I whispered.
”…I think it might have happened♡” Amelia said.
”…! For real?!” I asked.
”…♡ Well, I can’t be sure yet. If you wouldn’t mind… could we stay like this and ‘pray’ a little longer…♡?” Amelia asked.
”Hell yeah, let’s do it!” I agreed.
And so, we ended up staying one extra day, offering up more “prayers” than I could count….
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Summary:
Kento and Amelia spend several intimate days together in a locked room, moving past the shock of their situation into a deeper personal connection. Amelia proposes introducing prayer into their intimacy to solemnize their goal of conception. The chapter concludes with a highly ritualistic s*xual encounter that leaves Amelia believing they have successfully conceived.
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Trivia:
- The mention of the ‘Orphan Boy Home’ policies suggests the church has long-standing, secret ways of handling illegitimate children of clergy.
- Amelia’s intense focus during her climax suggests her ‘training’ as a nun has given her unique mental discipline even in extreme states.
- Kento’s promise to ‘shoulder everything’ for the child hints at his evolving sense of responsibility beyond his role as a shopkeeper
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Character Insight:
Kento and Amelia’s dynamic shifts from ‘participants in a ceremony’ to ‘partners in a shared future.’ Amelia’s request for prayer shows she is reconciling her religious faith with her current reality, while Kento’s acceptance shows his willingness to enter her world.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The chapter reveals the pragmatic side of the church’s ‘Compassion,’ where nuns who have children are secretly re-integrated as caretakers. This hints at a hidden layer of church politics and history regarding ‘training’ and clerical children.
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TL Notes:
The term ‘Training’ (tokkun) is used here as a euphemism for s*xual activity, a common trope in adult light novels that recontextualizes high-intensity encounters.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Amelia – Light‑blue‑haired Sister of the Canarias convent, a saintly, shy nun and Kento’s lover, wears his ring on her left finger. She blushes with red‑tinted ears and neck, has a voluptuous figure—among the shop’s women she ranks among the top one or two in breast size—and quietly runs soup kitchens and shop stock in the traditional habit. The only sister not yet pregnant, she visited the protagonist to conceive a child, driven by strong religious conviction.
• Kento – Lord Harvest, a dark‑haired Japanese salaryman resembling Kazuma Satō, runs a magic‑tool shop with a hidden adult‑circuit line. He wears a left‑ring finger band, boasts a 7‑for‑7 impregnation record, and lives in the Dildo‑Buddy Mansion. Confined in a basement with Amelia, he balances a harem, ties to the Queen, and a recent Great Dragon victory.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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