"Th… ah…"
"Siri?"
"So… I mean…"
"Siri."
Siri hesitated, and even that sight excited me. Here I was, about to defile a nun who had never once exposed her bare skin in front of another person.
Siri's eyes met mine, then she lowered her head and let go of her pants' waistband. She asked,
"What… do you want to do?"
I told her,
"First, could you lift your hips a bit?"
Siri slightly raised her body to make it easier to remove her pants. The elastic-waisted trousers slipped easily to the floor. Her pure white underwear and smooth thighs were immediately visible. Siri tightly pressed her thighs together, as if to hide her private parts. The Y-shaped valley between her legs and the edge of her panties peeking out from under her shirt were incredibly arousing.
I, too, stripped off my pants and underwear. My erect member appeared before Siri's eyes. When I removed my pants, she covered her eyes and turned her head away. I grabbed her hand and pulled it toward my erection. Hesitant at first, Siri slowly placed her hand on my penis.
As soon as her hand touched me, both Siri and I flinched at the unfamiliar sensation. My throbbing, fully aroused member twitched as her hand made contact. Siri cautiously moved her fingers, as if observing an intriguing creature, touching and then pulling away. I gripped her wrist and guided her hand to hold my penis firmly.
"Ah…"
An involuntary gasp escaped me. Her thin, delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft, trembling slightly—it was enough to satisfy my sense of conquest. As she leaned forward, holding my erection, I caught a glimpse of her cleavage through her shirt. I gently caressed Siri's buttocks over her panties and said,
"Siri, move your hand."
"H-how?"
I took her wrist and guided her to move it up and down gently. Her soft, slender fingers slid down my shaft, then pressed against the veins and skin, pulling upward. The slow, deliberate motion seemed almost cautious, as if she feared hurting me, with brief pauses between each stroke.
"You can move faster."
"L-like this?"
Siri increased the speed slightly, using her wrist. The friction of skin on skin sent a strange pleasure through my body. I stopped massaging her buttocks and moved my hand to her thigh. Since Siri was leaning against me, it was difficult to reach her intimate area.
When I placed my hand on her thigh, Siri frowned, uncomfortable with the position. No matter how I tried to reach inward, her stomach and thighs pressed together, making it difficult to penetrate. I moved my hand back to her buttocks, this time slipping it under the bed.
"Ah…"
As I slid my hand under the bed and caressed her intimate area, Siri instinctively tightened her grip on my penis. The slight pressure on my throbbing member brought both tension and pleasure. I slowly stroked the mound between her thighs with my fingers and said,
"Siri, just come in front of me, will you?"
"Like this?"
Siri stood in front of me, still holding my erection. To her, standing awkwardly, I said,
"Now, keep moving your hand like before."
Siri resumed the slow pace she had used earlier. I slipped my hand between her slightly parted legs, opened by her leaning forward. Even through her panties, I could feel Siri's soft mound. I ran my hand over the crack and used my fingers to rub her labia. Siri glanced at me with a subtle expression, then refocused on her task.
The crack I felt through her panties was tightly closed. If I tried to penetrate her now, neither of us would enjoy it, and our relationship might fall apart. It seemed I'd have to wait until Siri was more relaxed before truly taking her.
To begin with, she had never even masturbated, so she felt little pleasure as I violated her. Instead, she seemed uncomfortable with my rubbing between her legs.
I stopped teasing her intimate area and withdrew my hand. Pushing further would likely lower her affection for me.
"Siri, move a bit faster."
"Like this?"
Siri increased her speed, her worried face asking the question. With each firm stroke, a soft slapping sound of skin meeting skin echoed faintly. She seemed concerned she might hurt me. Her worried expression was so genuine that I had to exhale again.
"Ah… it's okay…"
I grimaced, knowing I was close to climaxing, and answered her. When Siri noticed my expression and seemed ready to stop, I grabbed her shoulder and said,
"Keep going… faster…"
Siri's hand moved faster, violating my erection. My throbbing member, wildly teased, seemed ready to explode. I groaned, breathing heavily. Pre-cum dripped, soaking the base of my shaft. Siri looked uneasy, unsure what the sticky fluid was.
"It's okay… it's just because I'm feeling good… keep going… ah…"
"Oh… okay…"
The pre-cum on Siri's palm acted as a lubricant, making her movements smoother and faster. The sticky slapping sounds filled the room with heat.
"Ah…!"
"Oh…!"
My ejaculation burst forth, splattering Siri's face. She looked confused, seeing the white fluid on her face and hands. I used magic to wipe her clean and said,
"It's… just because I felt good."
"So… did I… do well?"
"Yes, Siri. You did great."
I patted her back, praising her. Siri seemed unsure of what she had done but looked proud when I said she did well. I told her,
"Siri, what happens between us must remain a secret. Understand?"
"Yes, my lord."
After cleaning her face, I let Siri go, trying to hide my disappointment. There was so much more I wanted to try, but it was only the first day. Just as wine improves with age, slowly savoring a person could be its own pleasure.
The night passed like that. I spent some time thinking about what fun things I could do with Siri in the future.
From early morning, Ira was sweeping and mopping the mansion's corridors. After the penance march, Ira was too terrified to leave the mansion grounds, her body trembling. So, I assigned her to clean the first floor. She worked as if cleaning were her calling, diligently sweeping and mopping. At night, she served me like a courtesan was her true nature.
The mansion's servants seemed unbothered, as someone else was doing their work. Since she had entered as a 'maid,' they found it natural for her to clean. Cleaning as punishment was a fitting task.
Ira's quicker-than-expected adaptation to the mansion filled me with pride as a religious figure. The former fraudster had become an honest and upright person. Today, after finishing her cleaning, Ira was scheduled to 'serve' me under the office desk.
"My lord."
As I stood in the middle of the corridor, admiring Ira's figure while she cleaned, Robin approached me. I feigned indifference and looked at him.
"What is it, Robin?"
"There's something to report."
"Go ahead."
"Last night, a murder occurred in the village. The suspect needs to be tried."
The lord oversaw everything in the territory. Annoying matters were handled by the knights or guards, who enforced laws as needed. But for major cases like murder or banditry, the lord presided over the trial directly. In a small territory like Peta, trials were rare, but even more care was needed when they occurred. People exploit any weakness they see.
I tried not to show my annoyance in front of Robin. 'Lucius' would have made a sympathetic expression and said,
"How unfortunate. Murder, no less. Who committed such a heinous crime?"
"Do you remember the man who attacked Ira during her penance march?"
"Yes, I do."
That's why I had him do it. Of course, I knew. Hearing he had committed murder, I nodded involuntarily. When he attacked Ira, she had almost died several times. If I weren't a healer, she would have been killed. Thanks to that, my plan went well, but he wasn't suited for my territory.
"He beat his wife to death."
"How unfortunate. Did he frequently abuse his wife?"
"Yes, he was quite abusive… and often clashed with others because of it."
In this world, guards had no authority to intervene in domestic matters. It was a typical isekai setting. If I were married to Siri and engaged in anal sex or SM play with her, the guards might find it arousing but had no right to stop me.
For example, even if I beat Siri to the brink of death, as long as she didn't die, the guards couldn't arrest me. They could only give a 'personal warning.' The law was flawed, as it allowed a husband to beat his wife to death without intervention.
"Is everything prepared?"
Even in a rural territory, a trial required components: the 'accused,' the 'lord' to deliver the sentence, and witnesses to testify. Robin said,
"Five people have already gathered to testify against the accused."
Since the man had caused trouble before, they likely wanted to ensure his death. I understood their feelings.
"Let's go."
I left the mansion with Robin. The scene was already chaotic. Villagers were arguing over who would testify first to the lord. The guards, tasked with controlling the witnesses, were trying to calm them, but no one listened.
The commotion only subsided when I arrived. I looked around. In a corner, the murderer who had killed his wife was tied up, sobbing.