Chapter 30 The Spiritual Training of Sister Amelia
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Rewind just a little to the night the suspension of the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy’ sales was announced, the same night Kento was being consoled by Lily. In the solitude of her room at the Church of Demon-Subjugation’s convent, Sister Amelia was about to begin her daily ritual of “spiritual training”.
”Hahh…”
First, she had to cleanse herself before the sacred “training.” She unfastened the belt cinching her tunic-like habit beneath her chest, a piece of clothing designed to emphasize her considerable bust. Then, she crouched down, gripping the hem of the habit that covered her to her ankles. Her large breasts compressed softly against her thighs.
Carefully, so as not to turn the habit inside out, she rolled it up from the bottom: from her ankles to her calves, then her thighs, revealing the pure white panties that proclaimed her chastity. The center of the fabric was already hot and heavily saturated, imagining the rigor of the “training” to come, a profane stain blooming outward.
”Ah…”
Noticing her own immodesty, Amelia rubbed her inner thighs together. This wouldn’t do. She was determined to overcome the torment of the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy’ today, and ascend to a higher spiritual plane as a sister of the Church of Demon-Subjugation. Firming her resolve, she continued to roll up the habit.
The vertical line of her navel came into view, followed by her finely sculpted, narrow waist—shockingly slender compared to her chest—and the slight outline of her ribs. Then, Boing!, her breasts sprang free. They were large, yet perched high and perky, bold and audacious. Though still encased in a bra, their firm tautness was plain to see.
The habit was now rolled up to her neck. The personification of hidden allure was completely exposed. Yet, atop this exquisite body, her face remained clear and innocent, as if it knew nothing of such vulgar matters; she wore not a stitch of makeup.
This precise contrast was what made her a sister of the Church of Demon-Subjugation. She didn’t tempt men overtly, like Mother Marian. But in a different way, she was undeniably captivating. Lily, the Harvest experimental slave, sensed her calling precisely because she could acutely perceive the subtle alluring scent emanating from Amelia.
Amelia had never participated in the training of the male clergy, by her own request, but if a ‘training’ were held where men had to suppress their lust in front of this sight, it would cause almost every man, save for a few shriveled old priests, to fail. However, since the higher-ranking female clergy, including Mother Marian, could make even shriveled men rise, Amelia was still considered a novice in that respect.
”Hnn…”
To her, no matter how seductive her body was, it was simply her own, and she stripped off the habit without sentiment, quickly hanging it on a hanger. She unhooked her bra, and her breasts spilled out. She stripped off the damp panties, revealing a thin, pale blue mound of hair.
Standing before the full-length mirror, she observed her body. Despite her convent diet of simple, austere meals, her breasts and hips stubbornly refused to lose mass. She involuntarily lifted her bust with a sigh. She did not welcome the body that seemed designed to lure men.
”Hahh…”
This body, her bad habit of constantly tracking men with her eyes, and the weakness that prevented her from banishing fantasies of being overpowered by a man—none of it was improving. She had believed that with continued “training” in the convent, she would become a purer self.
Sister Amelia decided this was all due to her own lack of discipline. Just recently, she had finally managed to overcome the temptation of the normal ‘D**do-Buddy,’ even while having taken an aphrodisiac. She was slowly subduing the various derivative ‘D**do-Buddies,’ too.
If only she could manage to resist the temptation of the greatest challenge, the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy,’ she felt certain she could become a pure being. At the very least, she would acquire the necessary mental fortitude and patience.
Amelia excitedly began to cleanse her body. She dipped a washcloth into a bucket of water and wrung it out. As she lifted her arm to wipe her armpit, a strong, musky feminine scent (pheromones) filled the room, a consequence of a full day of diligent labor. She quickly wiped it away.
She cleaned her neck, beneath her breasts, behind her knees, and, of course, between her thighs. She worked hard to wipe away the heavy, pervasive feminine scent. Ideally, she would take a shower, but the Church of Demon-Subjugation’s convent favored traditional customs, and most sisters bathed only two or three times a week. On other days, they simply cleanse themselves with a cloth, like Amelia was doing. This tradition turned the sisters of the Church of Demon-Subjugation into a group that exuded an incredible amount of pheromones. It wasn’t offensive, but it was so potent that any male beastman with a keen sense of smell would blush merely by approaching them.
”Well then…”
After wiping down her body, Amelia opened her desk drawer and retrieved the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy.’ She could have wiped herself down more, but since she’d need to clean her body again after her “training,” this much would suffice. Holding the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy’ in her hand, Amelia climbed onto the bed. She laid down a separate towel to sit on, then straddled it, sitting in the open-legged seiza (kneeling) position. With a practiced motion, she began to knead her breasts and twirl her nipples, then brought the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy’ up before her eyes.
”Mmh… chu… chu…”
Without hesitation, she kissed the phallus-shaped device. After she’d had her fill of tracing its shape with her lips, she guided it into her mouth. She sucked it with sticky devotion, as if it were a real male organ, making sure not to graze it with her teeth.
”Mmmh… mmm, nngh… jyuuboh, jubub, jururu… nchu, chu chu, nngh…”
Her face, which had been so clear and pure in contrast to her body, became a sight of lustful abandon—her nose flared, and her eyes narrowed in ecstasy. Amelia sucked on the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy’ with a melting expression. The hand that had been pinching her nipples reflexively dropped to her groin, unable to tolerate the restraint.
The profane, squelching sound of lustful moisture and flesh was created by the mixing of the fluid and the friction of her fingers. Her crotch, which had just been cleansed, was already carrying more lubricant than before. Sticky fluid dripped steadily between her fingers, staining the towel laid beneath her.
”Mmh! Chup! Hah, hah… May our God, this night, grant me the means to conquer this demon!”
With an enraptured face, Sister Amelia held the device high and offered a prayer. To an outsider, her stance—a figure of worship, bathed in the light reflecting off the device slicked with her saliva—would look like phallic animism or even devil worship. The intent, however, was simple: “Please let me defeat this thing.” Her fervent sincerity and expression, coupled with the inherent perversity of the act she was about to perform, were likely what created the disturbing sight.
Closing her eyes, she pressed the switch on the base of the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy.’ With a click, the device began to vibrate with a soft, steady HUM. She felt the vibration intensely and positioned it against her groin.
”Ohh… Hohh!”
Though she had only rested it along her vulva, a sensation of pleasure shot through her spine all the way to her crown. A tingling numbness spread through her lower body, making her knees on the bed shake violently.
”Foo! Foo!”
Amelia tried to steady her breathing. On her first day, she had reached climax instantly at this point. But now, she could endure it. This was the fruit of her diligent nightly “training.”
She slid the device back and forth along the crease. With a muffled squish, the saliva coating it mixed with the dripping moisture. Nnch-nnch, gush-gush. Her movements gradually became smaller and quicker.
”Hee, hee, hee… Foo, foo…”
On her second attempt, the cause of her failure had been closing her legs, which forced her to absorb the full impact of the fixed vibration in her crotch, causing her to climax before insertion. To avoid repeating that mistake, she carefully let the vibrations acclimate to her body. Her nipples were painfully erect. Her clitoris was similarly peeking out, saying, “Hello.” Touching it would be the end. Eventually, she would need to attempt a combination of techniques, but today’s goal was simply to penetrate her cervix and withdraw without climaxing.
Steeling her resolve, she positioned the trembling device at her vaginal opening. Her wanton tissues, without her exerting any force, greedily tried to swallow it. Though she despised the shameful expectation of her body, her hips thrust forward in anticipation.
”—NNNGGHH!”
Sister Amelia’s flesh took the device into her. The pleasure, unlike the mere friction of the entrance, overwhelmed her insides with its vibration. But she endured. She was able to pass the barrier of climaxing at insertion, a wall she’d failed to climb many times before.
”Mmh! Fah! Ahh, ahh!”
Sweet sounds escaped her mouth involuntarily. Her mind grew hazy, nearly drowned by the pleasure. But she resisted, relying solely on her reason to drill deeper. The head of the device rubbed against the folds of flesh, causing her muscles to clench tightly around it.
Even so, she pressed past the vaginal walls, aiming for the depths. Fluid overflowed constantly, forming a puddle on the towel below, likely soaking into the bedsheet.
”Sigh… hahhh—”
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The greatest shock, one that had defeated her countless times, was about to hit. She desperately tried to regulate her breathing and steeled herself. Then, she deliberately and firmly plunged the device to pierce her cervix.
”Hyuu… HAAAAAAAAH!”
Goosebumps covered her entire body, and cold sweat ran down her neck. The sensation was overwhelmingly sweet, right at the edge of her tolerance. Moreover, as long as she pressed against her cervix, the device continued to vibrate, seeking to dissolve the depths of her womb with its continuous, wave-like assault.
”Ohh… Ohh… AAHH!”
Yet, Amelia did not stop. She pushed the device in and out repeatedly, assailing her own womb. Her vision threatened to white out. But she had not climaxed yet. Thirty seconds of sustained, hard pressure would surely be her limit, but she continued her deep, rhythmic motions, aiming for that final precipice. Her thighs trembled, and drool ran from her mouth.
Like the surface tension swelling at the rim of a glass, Amelia’s pleasure tolerance was about to break. I can still do it, just one more drop. She continued her motions. And just as she thought she was at her breaking point, she abruptly and swiftly pulled the device out.
”Ihh… AAAAHH! Hiya! Ahh, ahh!”
The device, dragged out of her passage, tumbled onto the towel beneath her. Foaming with fluid, it continued to HUM and vibrate. The test was now. This was the point Amelia had reached before. But last night, she had been instantly brought to climax from the residual stimulation alone. She wrapped her arms around herself, enduring the sensation to prevent a careless climax.
”Ohh… Ohh! Hoooo! FUUUUUU! Hah… hah…”
She endured. She had managed to endure. Thank goodness, I am not a slut dominated by lust. Sister Amelia offered thanks to God, shedding a single tear. She praised herself for acquiring a higher level of endurance as a sister. Then, she picked up the still-vibrating ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy’ and kissed its tip.
”Thank you, too, for your help…”
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Summary:
Sister Amelia successfully completes the most challenging part of her spiritual training by using the powerful ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy’ device. Despite the intense Recoil and pheromonal atmosphere of the convent, she manages to achieve her goal: stimulating her cervix to the point of near-climax before withdrawing the device and successfully fighting off the residual pleasure. This victory signifies a major step in her personal battle for self-purification and mental fortitude against the temptations of her own highly sensual body.
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Character Insight:
Amelia’s internal conflict is clearly between her sincere religious devotion and her overwhelming sexual instincts, which she attempts to ‘train’ out of existence. Her success here demonstrates a deep, almost masochistic discipline, as she pushes her body to the brink of pleasure for a spiritual reward. Her final words, thanking the device, show the perverse yet sincere attachment to her tool of ‘temptation’.
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Behind the Scene:
The scene is a significant milestone in Amelia’s character arc, proving her capacity to resist the products from the Isekai Magic Shop. The brief mention of the convent’s sparse lifestyle and its effect on the sisters’ pheromones is crucial for future world-building elements involving beast-men or other sensitive races. Her goal to penetrate the cervix without climaxing sets a high, explicit metric for her ‘training’.
Notes:
• Amelia – The Sister of the Church of Demon-Subjugating, who usually buys from Kento, has light blue hair.
• Kento – The owner of the magic tool shop ‘Harvest,’ which discretely sells adult goods. He’s a former overworked, ordinary salaryman from modern Japan who was suddenly transported (isekai’d) to this fantasy world. He has dark hair and an unremarkable appearance, typically wearing a plain, slightly suspicious-looking shop owner’s clothes looks like Kazuma Satou from certain series. He has a minimal amount of magic power, enough to craft his specialty items.
• 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.
• Marian – A ‘Mother’ and supervisor from the Church of Demon-Subjugation. Her appearance and demeanor defy the Church’s purported ‘chastity,’ instead she has wavy purple long hair, busty, black nun, tear mole under eye, and monroe walk. She has arrived with a clear purpose: to confront Kento about the ‘Devil’s Stick.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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