There was no one watching. Yet, I felt embarrassed, as if I had done something wrong, and wanted to hide somewhere.

“Honey.”

Thinking I went too far just from having intercourse once. A nickname seemed just right.

“I miss you, Nicki.”

Everything was good, but the problem was that I kept missing Nicholas. Human hearts are so fickle. The more you have, the more you want, and you become greedy.

Looking back, I used to be happy just seeing him once a week during worship.

Then, when I thought I was going to die soon, I wanted to reach him. I thought it was impossible, but after many twists and turns, I finally succeeded in having s*x.

I promised that if he had s*x with me just once, I would never show up again. I promised to disappear cleanly, but I already missed him.

“I have no conscience. What will I do if I miss him…”

Even I thought I was hopeless. But once you know the taste of meat, you can’t stop. I kept wanting to see him and do it again, it was driving me crazy.

But a promise is a promise, so I shouldn’t trouble him any further. I couldn’t impose my selfish affection and cause him harm. Rarien didn’t want Nicholas to suffer because of her misguided greed.

“You said you liked him. Even if you can’t make him happy in the remaining time, you shouldn’t make him unhappy.”

I’ve already caused enough trouble, so I shouldn’t anymore. I had to make up my mind firmly.

But thinking that we were breathing in the same space made my heart throb, and it was hard to resist the temptation.

Moreover, it wasn’t like I could avoid seeing him altogether, as I had boldly claimed. Due to the nature of life at the temple, I had to attend worship and events, and I might run into him by chance like last time. Realistically, it was impossible in the long run.

“…What should I do?”

If Nicholas couldn’t stand it and accused me of being a perverted stalker for breaking the promise, it would be a disaster.

I needed a plan. At least for the last impression, I wanted to remain as a ‘trustworthy perverted stalker.’

***

“You want to transfer to the South?”

Sister Agatha, who was reviewing documents at her desk, took off her glasses and asked again. She seemed unwilling to believe it.

“Rarien. Has the temple work been too hard for you lately?”

“…No, that’s not it.”

“Come on, feel free to talk to me about anything. If you’re exhausted, I’ll try to reduce your workload or give you some time to rest. Or is someone bothering you?”

Rather than someone bothering me. I was the one who bothered someone…

Sister Agatha was like a mother to me. So, I had a strong urge to confide in her, but I also had to consider Nicholas’s privacy.

“……”

Rarien pressed her lips together tightly. Seeing her lack of response, Sister Agatha’s face was still full of concern.

“Is it because of Lady Evotte?”

“What?”

“Oh dear, I knew it. You’ve been through a lot emotionally. I might have put too much pressure on you, trusting you too much after Madam Rosalie. I’m sorry for pushing you into such difficult situations.”

It was a plausible guess, but it was a misunderstanding. Rarien waved her hands in denial.

“No, it’s okay because it’s something I wanted to do myself. And Lady Evotte has always been kind to me.”

“Rarien, I understand it’s difficult because Lady Evotte is the sponsor’s daughter. But you don’t have to defend her in front of me.”

“…It’s true.”

“There’s no way. Lady Evotte wouldn’t treat you well.”

No matter how much she tried to explain, Sister Agatha was convinced it was just empty words. Given Lady Evotte’s notorious reputation among the sisters, it seemed she wouldn’t believe it even if she had been treated well.

Sister Agatha held Rarien’s hand tightly.

“Anyway, Rarien, thank you for all your hard work. I haven’t expressed it, but I trusted you the most among the sisters.”

“That’s too generous of you.”

“It’s not too generous. There aren’t many people as diligent and responsible as you, Rarien. So, to be honest, I’m a bit taken aback that you’re leaving so suddenly.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Rarien apologized in a small voice. She had no choice due to the circumstances, but it was indeed a sudden notification.

“No, Rarien, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s just that it’s such a shame to lose someone as talented as you. I’m the one who should be sorry.”

Sister Agatha stroked Rarien’s hand, repeatedly apologizing.

“Because I trust you, I always gave you difficult tasks. As the head nun, I didn’t take care of you enough. I’m truly sorry, Rarien.”

Even though she hadn’t said anything, she understood everything inside. Her chest felt tight, and she almost shed tears.

“Rarien, I don’t know what’s going on, but can you trust me and hold on a little longer? Just until you become a senior nun.”

“That’s…”

“Since it’s come to this, I’ll be straightforward. I was considering you as my successor. I need someone I can trust with the temple’s work. No matter how much I think about it, there’s no one but you, Rarien.”

It was quite a bold proposal. To be Sister Agatha’s successor was not a position just any experienced nun could take. Offering such an important position meant she trusted Rarien that much.

“Once you gain more experience and become a senior nun, I’ll give you the chief position. We’ll work together in my office for a few years, and when I retire, you can take over. What do you think, Rarien?”

Why is she being so kind to me? It felt so burdensome. After a moment of hesitation, Rarien spoke with difficulty.

“…I appreciate the offer, but I want to work quietly in the South. I’ve wanted to live by the sea since I was young.”

The southern coastal region was famous for its beautiful beaches. It was said to be the hometown of her grandfather, who loved Rarien before he passed away. With her family’s financial situation, she couldn’t even dream of traveling when she was young. Rarien wanted to see the sea before she died.

If she were to die anyway, she thought it would be nice to spend her remaining days quietly in a place with sea breezes.

“You’ve been so kind to me and cared for me a lot… I’m really sorry I can’t meet your expectations.”

With not much time left to live, she couldn’t accept the proposal. Sister Agatha was someone who especially cherished her, so she didn’t want to show her final moments.

The same went for Nicholas.

Even though he wouldn’t care what happened to her… She hoped that at least her final appearance wouldn’t be pathetic. That was her last wish. Her heart sank heavily.

“I told you, there’s nothing to be sorry about, Rarien.”

“…Still.”

“I’m not forcing you, so don’t feel burdened. Just think about it comfortably. We need to do a handover anyway, and there’s some time until the transfer, so if you change your mind by then, just let me know anytime. Okay?”

“Yes, Sister.”

Although it was unlikely, she answered that she understood for now. Even though they were just words, Sister Agatha seemed somewhat reassured.

Rarien thought she should do her best for Sister Agatha in the time she had left.

***

Haah, Nicholas furrowed his brow and exhaled an excited breath.

Rarien Claude.

He had fallen for this perverted woman again. Even he thought he was hopeless. This time, he was thrusting into a woman lying on the table with her legs spread wide.

Nicholas looked down at the woman who was swaying endlessly with his movements. She was so desperate that she had only taken off her panties, lifted her skirt, and was connecting only their lower bodies.

“Ahn, ah, ah, uh.”

With the sound of skin slapping against skin, her pelvis slammed into his, and her c*ck buried deep inside her inner walls, she couldn’t hold back her excitement and cried out.

How dare she make such lewd sounds. He was about to cum anyway. Any more stimulation was dangerous. Nicholas bit her thumb to prevent her from moaning recklessly. Even while panting, Rarien obediently accepted and sucked his finger.

So greedy. Sucking his finger with her lips, her vaginal walls were greedily sucking and swallowing his c*ck like melting candy.

“Uhn, huh, huuh.”