Chapter 34 Sister Amelia’s Bizarre Audition and the Clip
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”So, what should we try first?” I asked.
”W-well, I have actually been wanting to try an aph**disiac that I’ve hesitated to buy for a while now,” Amelia replied, kneeling politely in a perfect seiza.
”It’s one of the items we sell. What’s the name of it?” I pressed.
”I-it’s… ‘Fevered V**ina Hole, Burning Cl**oris,’” she managed to stammer out, her request surprisingly bold for someone who started out with such trouble just saying the name “D**do-Buddy.” She’d certainly been trained well since she started coming here, I mused, observing the faint pink blush on her cheeks.
Her light-blue hair usually made her face look cool and composed; if you just looked at that part, you might even call her pure and innocent. The way those lewd words tumbled from her mouth, however, was strangely exciting. But even more impressive than that contrast was her figure, which was just as alluring as Mother Marian’s below the neck, designed to tempt any man.
”Ah, that one. Hold on a moment,” I said.
”Y-yes,” she breathed.
As I stood up to retrieve the product, Amelia’s gaze followed me, and she shifted just a bit. Her captivating chest, the kind that made you think, “There’s no way a Sister should have these,” gave a soft, mesmerizing jiggle. The sight of it against her nun-like face was practically breaking my brain.
”Here you go. This is it,” I presented.
”Thank you very much,” she accepted.
”By the way, why were you hesitating on this purchase?” I inquired.
”W-well, I heard it was one of the most potent aph**disiacs in the shop, and besides, the name is… Kento-san, why did you give it such a long and difficult name to order?” Amelia asked, genuinely perplexed.
”Huh? Why, that’s obvious—it’s a better deal because you get two times the s*xual harassment,” I declared.
”…You certainly have a good nature,” she muttered, and I could feel my rapidly improving approval rating plummeting with that deadpan, side-long stare. I wondered if I should tell her that her annoyed look was a reward in itself, but decided against it, as that would only drive the rating even lower.
”Master (Goshujin-sama), if you are going to have her use the ‘Fevered V**ina Hole,’ might I suggest combining it with the ‘Cl**-N**ple Clip’ as well? That combination is one that we really ought to have her test,” Lily interjected.
”Huh? But we decided to stop selling that, didn’t we? If the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy’ is out, then the ‘Cl**-N**ple Clip’ and the ‘Uterus Massager’ are also out,” I countered.
”Exactly, Master. The ‘Massager’ aside, the ‘Cl**-N**ple Clip’ is merely a compact auxiliary device. If we can prove its safety when combined with the ‘Fevered V**ina Hole,’ we might be able to get approval to sell it,” Lily explained in her professional tone.
”Ah, I see. What do you say, Amelia-san? Do you want to try the ‘Cl**-N**ple Clip’ too?” I asked.
”I-I can somewhat imagine what it does, but is that really safe?” she questioned, her face now completely flushed.
”It’s safe by our standards. Lily here and another one of our collaborators have been extremely satisfied,” I reassured her.
”…Very well. I shall try it,” Amelia resolved.
”Okay, then I’ll get that ready. Go ahead and drink the ‘Fevered V**ina Hole’ now,” I instructed.
Amelia nodded, picked up the potion, and opened the bottle. She brought it to her face, sniffed it with a complex expression, but then her resolve hardened, and she swallowed the entire contents in a single gulp. She capped the bottle and politely wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.
”Oh, is it working?” I wondered aloud.
”W-what is this?! T-the effect is too fast!” she cried out, pressing the handkerchief to her mouth.
Her other hand went to her lower abdomen, and a slight sheen of sweat already dotted her neck. The immediate onset of the potion was one of its selling points.
The ingredients begin absorbing on contact with the nasal and oral membranes, so by the time it reaches the stomach, her V**ina hole begins to throb as if it were truly afflicted by a feverish sickness.
”W-what kind of powerful chemical have you concocted!?” she pleaded, panting.
”It doesn’t use anything all that special, you know. I just threw in an assortment of ancient and modern ingredients that are known to be aph**disiacs and body warmers: Mugen-Grass root, Adalite powder, smoked Cocol beef flank, and a decoction of Samon Mushrooms. I’ve actually reduced the efficacy compared to the prototype. The onset is fast, but it should be manageable if you just keep still,” I explained.
”I-it’s within the scope of typical aph**disiac ingredients, but still, to do this much…?” she trembled.
”Please try to calm down, Amelia-sama,” Lily soothed, stepping closer. “Try not to focus your mind on your lower body. Let us regulate your breathing. Inhale, and exhale…”
”Y-yes… ³ ⁴…” Amelia obeyed, breathing out hot, ragged gasps.
Slowly, she started to regain her composure, though the way she restlessly rubbed her thighs together suggested that things were very intense down there. The scent of her sweat mixed with the unmistakable, subtle musk of a females in heat.
”Are you alright?” I asked.
”Y-yes. Somehow…” she replied, trying to steady her voice.
”That’s good. So, what’s the evaluation of the ‘Fevered V**ina Hole’ from the perspective of a Sister of the Church of Demon-Subjugation?” I questioned, eager for the verdict.
”Well… It certainly has a stronger medicinal effect than anything I’ve purchased before, but I don’t believe it’s powerful enough to warrant a sales ban. A-after all, I didn’t even reach a climax…” she stated formally.
”That’s excellent news. If you like it, come back and buy more—I’ll give you a discount,” I offered.
”No, as a Sister, I cannot accept bribes, so I will purchase it at the regular price,” Amelia stated with a deadly serious face.
I hadn’t been offering a bribe, but there she was, all solemn and formal. The whole exchange was undermined, though, by the soft “Ahhh…” and “Nnngh…” breaths that escaped her lips between words—not quite a full moan, but close enough to ruin her composure.
”Furthermore, it is too early to be relieved. aph**disiacs are meant to be used with other items. I must try that… that ‘Cl**-N**ple Clip’ you mentioned earlier,” she determined.
”Right, then let’s get you hooked up. But, you know, you’ll have to take off your clothes first,” I reminded her.
”Ugh… I-I am prepared for this! The ‘training’ of the Church of Demon-Subjugation includes a discipline where one must endure while being exposed naked to the opposite s*x. While I am a novice and most of this practice has been abandoned, I shall follow the example of my predecessors and accumulate virtue!” she declared with an audible gasp.
With that, Amelia began to take off her Sister’s habit. It was a poncho-like robe, so she had to take it off from the bottom. She apologized for the intrusion, stood up, and grasped the hem. The Sister Amelia strip show had suddenly begun. I had the distinct feeling that I was watching something I absolutely shouldn’t be.
”Uh, should I turn around?” I asked, trying to be polite.
”I-I do not mind! The moment of undressing is the time when one most attracts the gaze of the opposite s*x! If I endure this, I can ascend to a higher plane!” she vowed.
That ‘higher plane’ is probably just the one that feels good, I nearly blurted, but the spectacle before me captivated me, and I kept my mouth shut. I felt Lily glaring at me beside me, but she’d just have to excuse me. Only a completely withered monk could remain calm in the face of this sight.
”Nnngh…” Amelia exhaled a sultry breath as she pulled the hem higher. First, her slender ankles appeared. The glimpse of bare skin from the usually concealed habit made my heart give a sudden, sharp thump. Next, her hairless shins and calves emerged, followed by her well-toned, fleshy thighs.
With every inch of exposed skin, my heart pounded faster, and my gaze followed the rising hem, eager for the next sight. But her hands stopped just before her crotch, and Amelia rubbed her thighs together, the sight of the flesh being compressed by the other leg looking almost mystical, and I was briefly possessed by the fantasy of reaching in there myself.
”Hoo, hoo… Nnngh…” she panted, her resolve unyielding.
At last, with firm determination, Amelia bared the base of her legs, easing past the gentle curve of her hips and the fullness of her form. She wore simple white undergarments, a mark of her purity. Yet a faint shadowed dampness had spread across the fabric, plain to see.
She knew it well. Her cheeks burned crimson, and she turned her gaze from the mark, hastening to complete her task as if to banish the thought. Her skin, now largely revealed, gleamed smooth and without flaw.
Her navel appeared with the arc of her waist. Her ribs showed faintly, and in one fluid motion, she drew the robe up over her chest. Beneath lay a matching white brassiere. Her full breasts shifted with a soft boing.
Amelia had grasped that any pause, as with the undergarments below, invited the deepest discomfort. She slipped her head free of the neckline and cast the habit aside entirely. Thus stood the sister in her underthings.
Before the vision could fully settle, her hands moved to the clasp of her brassiere. Freed from its hold, the sister’s breasts yielded a gentle, enticing sway. The rosy peaks stood firm and alert; such details did not escape notice.
After a brief pause, she slid the lower undergarments away. With equal swiftness, she resumed her formal seiza posture, folding the shed clothes with calm precision. Her face held a tranquil challenge, as if to say, “What troubles you?”
”I-I have disrobed…” she said, her voice carrying a faint quiver.
”Y-yeah. You have,” came the stammered reply.
”Master, ‘You have’ is no proper answer. Why such disarray?” Lily chided, her tone edged with vexation.
Because… Amelia’s disrobing carried a fierce devotion to duty. This was her true “training,” though its full nature eluded grasp. Above all, the sheer abundance overwhelmed. No need to specify which; it was profound. Even one who prized all forms without bias found himself captivated.
”O-okay, then. Shall we proceed with the ‘Cl**-N**ple Clip’? Are you prepared?” he asked, steadying himself.
”Indeed. I humbly beseech you to continue…” Amelia replied, hands resting neatly on her thighs, offering a slight bow. Not a full bare dogeza, but near enough to stir unrest. He braced against the rush and extended the prepared “Cl**-N**ple Clip.”
”This is the device?” she inquired, accepting it.
”Yes. As the name suggests, it grips the N**ple and Cl**oris. Here, it holds the same vibration as the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy’,” he explained.
”As expected, you have refined its size… Mother Marian spoke true,” Amelia murmured, examining it closely.
Evidently, the Church of Demon-Subjugation had studied the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy’. Its vibration core was straightforward beyond materials; disassembly would reveal paths to adaptation. Unease stirred, but pursuit held no merit now. In this world without “patents” from the old life, none faulted reverse study of magic tools. He himself had dissected rivals’ wares in apprenticeship and early shop days, fueling growth. Complaint rang hollow.
”W-well then, I start with my N**ple…” Amelia said, testing the clip’s action. She pressed the base; the jaws parted. She guided it to the firm pink crest atop her ample form.
”Hff, hff, hff…” she breathed.
The pleasure to come loomed vivid, quickening her breath with expectation. Slowly, she eased her fingers, and the clip took firm hold.
”Fwahhh!!!” she cried out.
Her body jerked sharply flinching forward at the waist. The “Cl**-N**ple Clip” hung from her breast, swaying. Its weight tugged relentlessly, waves of stern delight coursing through.
”Haaah! Haaah!” she gasped.
Yet she pressed on. Amelia’s resolve proved ironclad. She extended her palm; another clip met it wordlessly. Without delay, she affixed it to the matching crest.
”Nghiiihhh!!!” came her next cry.
Another sharp jolt seized her, blending bewilderment with rapture. The “Cl**-N**ple Clips” dangled from her twin peaks. Reason from the prior world protested: “Is this fitting for a sister?” Yet it stood acceptable. Surely. She had sought this “trial,” and her Church named such rigor “training.”
”How does it feel, Amelia-sama? The ‘Fevered V**ina Hole’ has heightened your N**ples’ sensitivity. As before, breathe deeply; let sensation pass,” Lily counseled, her hand soothing Amelia’s back.
”Y-yes… Swooosh, haaah… Swooosh, haaahhh…” Amelia followed.
Lily knew these “trials” intimately. Amelia’s breaths steadied, though laced with lingering softness.
”T-this creation excels… Vibration untried, yet sell it plainly for now…?” she proposed, still softly heaving.
”True, viable… Though a ‘N**ple Ring’ brews for that line…” he replied, conversing thus with a bare sister bearing clips. An odd tableau. Pity touched him—she pondered gravely—yet anticipation mounted.
”Master, evaluation later. The ‘Cl**-N**ple Clip’ conceals greater worth,” Lily urged.
”Right. Amelia-san, unlike the ‘Tremble-D**do-Buddy’, this has a slide. Shift the small lever sideways,” he directed.
”T-this? Then… Hiiiahhhh!!!” she wailed, spine arching.
Amelia doubled forward with a piercing cry as the clips hummed vzzzzzt!. Her breasts quivered fiercely, peaks drawn tight, her back’s lines stark and alluring.
Climax marked failure in the Church’s “training,” it was said. Could Sister Amelia endure?
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Summary:
Sister Amelia, auditor for the Church of Demon-Subjugation, boldly tests the highly potent aph**disiac, ‘Fevered V**ina Hole’. The immediate, intense arousal makes her composure waver. She agrees to test the ‘Cl**-N**ple Clip’ and commences a highly arousing striptease under the guise of religious ‘training.’ Overwhelmed by her own desire and the clip’s torment on her sensitive N**ples, she is now pushed to her absolute limit by the new vibration function.
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Character Insight:
Amelia’s dedication to her ‘Sister’ role is a powerful source of her arousal; the humiliation of being seen nude and the torment of the products are re-framed as a virtuous ‘pilgrimage.’ Kento is an unrepentant opportunist, enjoying the spectacle and prioritizing the ‘perverted value’ and product testing over any moral conflict.
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Behind the Scene:
The chapter sets up a conflict between the shop’s product line and the religious group’s strange ‘training’ system, suggesting that the Church is actively studying Kento’s creations. This justifies future tests and Amelia’s continued presence. The tension lies in whether Amelia can maintain her ‘no climax’ rule for her ‘training.’
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T/L:
¹ The Japanese uses a heart emoji ♡ to denote a very strong sigh/gasp of pleasure that is not quite a full moan. ↩
² The aph**disiac’s full name, Fevered V**ina Hole, Burning Cl**oris, is translated to retain the original’s explicit and comedic nature. ↩
³ Sū (すーっ) and hā (はーっ) are common onomatopoeia for inhaling and exhaling a deep breath. ↩
⁴ Dogeza is the Japanese act of kneeling directly on the ground and bowing until one’s head touches the floor, a sign of deep respect or apology. ↩
Notes:
• Amelia – The Sister of the Church of Demon-Subjugating, who usually buys from Kento, has light blue hair.
• 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.
• 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.
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