Chapter 526 Supernatural Decisive Battle ②*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hmm… what is this?”
As I entered Mother Marian’s chambers, the air was thick with a scent I wasn’t used to. It wasn’t her natural musk—it was something else. Incense, most likely.
”This isn’t one of my shop’s products,” I noted.
”Indeed. In the old days, this fragrance was used to ward off Succubi¹. It has a potent effect, heightening a woman’s arousal… these days, we use it for ‘training’². It doesn’t affect men, so please, make yourself comfortable,” Marian said.
(I see. If such a thing existed, I’d love to analyze it for the shop… but this is likely a church secret. They aren’t about to hand over the recipe. If it were even a possibility, my disciple Nina probably would have suggested it by now.)
As these thoughts crossed my mind, she snuggled closer, tracing her index finger against my chest while looking up at me. Everything this woman did was dripping with s*x appeal. Once again, I felt my heart skip a beat.
”More importantly… I wonder how long you intend to keep just kneading my backside…?”
”Oh—my apologies. It just felt so good, I did it without thinking,” I replied.
Apparently, I had been gripping her ass since we entered the convent. I hurriedly pulled my hands away, though my palms practically screamed in protest, begging for more. I managed to suppress the urge through sheer willpower… or so I thought.
”Hehe, that’s not what I meant. I was asking… is ‘just’ the backside enough for you?” Marian asked.
With those words, she used both hands to lift and present her own breasts. They were massive—a pair of incredibly voluptuous mounds that dominated my vision.
They had a weight to them that seemed to pull at the very air. (Should I call this ‘boing’? No, they’re too heavy for that. It’s more of a deep, supple sway.) I could only swallow hard as I stared.
”…Then, I’ll take you up on that.”
”Yes… please, feast to your heart’s content…” she whispered.
I knew I was being played, toyed with in the palm of her hand, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out toward that majestic sight. I had no idea how they managed to defy gravity on a daily basis. I slowly brought my fingertips closer… and then, I sank into them.
Her voice hitched—a sharp, slightly forced cry of pleasure. I didn’t even care if she was exaggerating. I was using every bit of my mental capacity just to process the sensation flooding through my fingertips.
The flesh was incredibly soft, yet possessed a springy elasticity that pushed back against my fingers. They changed shape the moment I moved, yet never lost their perfect, heavy roundness.
”God… what even is this…?”
”Nn… honestly, it’s a bit rude to say ‘what is this’ while you’re groping a woman’s breasts, don’t you think?” Marian asked.
”No, I just… I mean, how is this even possible?”
”Fufu, if you look at me with such a serious face, even I might actually get embarrassed,” she said.
They didn’t feel like any other breasts I had touched in my life. The sensation was so divine that my lust was momentarily eclipsed by a sense of awe at the mystery of the human body. I began to wonder what the milk inside would be like. The curiosity surging within me was becoming hard to restrain. Fortunately, I wasn’t the kind of beast who would simply shred a nun’s habit to pieces—not yet, anyway. Marian spoke before I could lose control.
”I’m glad you like them, but… aren’t I going to get a kiss?”
A kiss. A lip-lock. A deep, wet embrace. As she spoke the word, her lips looked impossibly inviting. My brain was still struggling to keep up while my hands were occupied with her chest. I knew I was letting her take the lead, and a warning bell was ringing somewhere in my head telling me this was dangerous, but like an insect drawn to a flame, I leaned in.
When our lips met, Marian let out a soft, sharp breath. I was immediately struck by the texture—even her lips had that same exquisite elasticity. (How do you even train your lips to feel like this?)
To find the answer, I pushed deeper into Mother Marian’s mouth. I was met first by a row of perfect teeth. I ran my tongue along the surface, searching for the way in. The gates opened almost immediately, and I slipped into the gap. I found myself in a hot, wet heat. Our tongues tangled, a wet, slick rhythm taking over as I drank her in.
At the same time, I reached around and buried my fingers back into that heavy backside. My palms practically cheered at the reunion. I pulled her flush against me, my patience snapping as I pressed my throbbing Dildo-Buddy against her stomach.
I ground my hips against her, kneading her ass while crushing her breasts against my chest, all while ravaging her mouth. The sheer quality of the woman in my arms was making my brain boil. I felt like I might lose it and finish right there. Panicked by the intensity, I forced myself to pull away.
”Hah… hah… that was… that was dangerous. Are you… are you sure you’re not a surviving Succubus?”
”Haa, haa… fufu, I get that a lot. Though, I think we’re both in the same boat when it comes to that,” Marian replied.
She smiled—lewdly, decadently—with her cheeks flushed a deep pink. If I let my guard down for even a second, she was going to drain me dry before I even reached the main event.
”Honestly, I had my doubts about you. But I see I was being quite rude. After all, not a single training monk in the Holy City could even lay a finger on me… yet here you are, holding me, kissing me, and you still haven’t collapsed,” she said.
”I’m flattered, but… weren’t those monks just poorly trained? Or maybe they were just wound up too tight from all that endurance training?” I asked.
”Hehe. If they heard you say that, they’d probably leak themselves out of sheer frustration. You should have more confidence. To begin with, anyone who can bed Amelia-chan or the Holy Eminence without breaking is already a monster,” Marian said.
(Hey, don’t talk about me like I’m some kind of freak.) I wanted to protest, but she didn’t give me the chance. She turned on her heel and headed toward the bed. It was an unspoken command. Captivated by the sway of her hips, I followed her like a man possessed.
”But… I wonder how much further you can go?”
At the edge of the bed, Marian spun around with a teasing smile. Then, slowly, she began to shed her nun’s habit. She undid the belt, removed her wimple, and set them on the bedside table. Her long purple hair spilled out, shimmering as she reached behind her neck.
The one-piece habit was held together by a series of fasteners running from her nape down her back. I heard the faint clicking of the catches being released. As her hands moved to her waist, gravity took over.
She slipped her right arm out, then her left, revealing the creamy expanse of her bare skin. Just the sight of her flesh made my heart pound so hard it actually hurt. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I forgot to swallow, nearly choking as I stared. Finally, the fabric caught on the last obstacle—her massive breasts. Without a hint of hesitation, she let the cloth fall, baring her treasures to the world.
”……”
”Fufu… you have a very scary look in your eyes,” she teased.
She was playing with me, but I didn’t care. Her body was so magnificent it felt as if it were glowing. The only reason I hadn’t pounced yet was because her n**ples were still hidden. They were covered by those blessed rush leaves³ she had mentioned before. (She really does wear those under there…)
”Well then… let’s get the rest off, shall we?” Marian said.
With a sudden motion, she shoved the habit down past her hips. Her body stood fully revealed—a masterpiece of polished flesh. Every curve was soft, every inch looked supple and inviting, yet she possessed the poise of a marble statue. She looked like something out of a dream. She was the very incarnation of Eros.
Over her groin sat another rush leaf, matching the ones on her chest. It gave her a strange, almost sacred appearance, like a figure in a religious painting. But I knew what was waiting behind that leaf…
”Come now, Shopkeeper… you should hurry and get undressed too,” she whispered.
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Summary:
Marian leads the Shopkeeper into her private chambers filled with a specialized aphrodisiac incense. The Shopkeeper finds himself physically overwhelmed by the Mother’s voluptuous presence and assertive seduction. Despite a momentary fear of being ‘squeezed dry,’ he follows her to the bed where she begins to undress, revealing her body adorned with ritualistic leaves. The interaction moves toward a definitive sexual encounter as he prepares to undress.
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Trivia:
- The incense is specifically a Succubus repellent repurposed as an aphrodisiac.
- Mother Marian claims training monks in the Holy City could never touch her.
- The protagonist is considered ‘abnormal’ for his ability to handle high-level religious women like Amelia or the Holy Eminence.
- The ‘Igakusa’ (Rush Leaves) are used specifically to cover the chest and groin in a pseudo-sacred aesthetic
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Character Insight:
Marian reveals a competitive streak, comparing the protagonist’s performance to the failures of the Holy City’s monks. The Shopkeeper shows a blend of professional analytical interest in the Church’s secrets and a primal, almost helpless attraction to Marian’s body.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Marian – Mother Superior of the Canarias convent, an Ascetic Faction nun of the Church of Demon‑Subjugation, wears a black habit, wavy purple hair, a busty figure, a tear‑shaped mole beneath one eye and a distinctive Monroe walk. She arrives to confront Kento about the Devil’s Stick, balancing a holy façade with an intense personal obsession for the Alex‑kyun product.
• Nina – Nina (also known as Nina‑Mailse) is a short‑haired, violet‑haired Sacred Artificer from the Holy City, formerly a Purist Ward of the Wielope Empire who left fundamentalism. She wears thick bottle‑bottom glasses, has a sharp mind, is loyal to the Saint, quietly rebellious, may become Kento’s apprentice in the Church of Demon‑Subjugation, now serves as the protagonist’s disciple and a new shop user.
• Amelia – Light‑blue‑haired Sister of the Canarias convent, once shy and saintly, now pregnant and still wearing Kento’s ring on her left finger. Her blushes linger, ears and neck tinted red, voluptuous in habit. She runs soup kitchens and shop stock, once sought conception for faith, now the only sister who visited the protagonist for that sacred purpose, her devotion unchanged. A figure from his past, noted for being someone he could ‘bed’ despite her nature.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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