“I really feel wronged. I haven’t hidden anything.”

“Don’t just say you’re wronged, prove it by taking it off. I only need to check the chest area.”

“What? That’s a bit…”

Rarien showed a troubled expression. She seemed flustered at the sudden request to undress.

Nicholas’s neck veins bulged.

“Why, you’ve seen me n*ked too. I’m just asking for fairness. Is that so unfair to you?”

“You want me to undress right now?”

“Of course. Can’t you see it’s er*ect now?”

“……”

As Nicholas pressed her, Rarien bit her lip, looking at his thick member bulging under his clothes.

It’s embarrassing, but if that’s what he wants, well, I guess I can do it.

“Alright. But this place is a bit…”

“What’s wrong with this place? No one can enter without my permission anyway.”

“…Still.”

As Rarien lowered her gaze, seemingly unable to bring herself to do it, Nicholas sighed deeply and strode towards the door.

Click–.

Rarien’s eyes widened slightly at the sound of the latch being locked.

“Is this enough?”

He’s really going to do it. This time, Nicholas was the one who proposed it first.

It was a situation she couldn’t have imagined, but to be able to do it one more time. She didn’t dislike it.

“Um…, I’d like to wash up. Could I use the bathroom?”

“Who said anything about having s*x? I’m just going to check with my eyes, so wake up from your dream.”

Oh no. She assumed that undressing would naturally lead to s*x. Rarien’s face turned bright red.

“No, it’s just, I’m sweaty and worried about smelling.”

“You’ll probably try to dispose of or hide something in the bathroom under the guise of washing. Don’t try any tricks, just undress in front of me.”

“…Alright.”

Nicholas was adamant.

Seeing that reasoning was impossible, Rarien gave up and decided to meekly accept her situation.

Saying she was sweaty. From Nicholas’s perspective, this was actually a good thing. He planned to use a kind of aversion therapy. If that lewd body emitted disgusting smells like sweat, he would automatically dislike it, and the abnormal s*xual desire would disappear.

Today, I might finally be able to escape this tiresome swamp of passion. Nicholas carefully observed Rarien Claude, who was fumbling to undress herself, with a sense of anticipation.

She raised her arms to take off her top. It was her own clothes, but Rarien seemed to struggle for a while. Upon closer inspection, she was grunting as she tried to undo the buttons fastened up to her neck.

It seems she wasn’t lying about it being difficult to take off. Irritation welled up.

“You’re being troublesome.”

“Just a moment. My, my arms are a bit short…”

“Come here.”

Can’t even take off her own clothes? She couldn’t do anything properly.

Nicholas irritably pulled Rarien’s waist, embracing her, and turned her body around.

“I can’t see well, so lift your head.”

“Okay.”

Rarien fumbled to remove her nun’s veil and lifted her neatly tied hair. This revealed her pale nape. Whether from nervousness or as she had said, wisps of damp hair clung to her nape, soaked with sweat.

She said she was sweaty. It wasn’t a lie after all.

Nicholas’s Adam’s apple moved up and down. He personally began to undo the buttons on her back one by one. The sensation under his fingertips was damp. He slightly furrowed his brow.

Plop, plop, with each button undone, Rarien flinched.

He only said he’d undress her, not kill her. It’s not like he was skinning her alive. Her trembling in fear was simply ridiculous.

“Stop shaking. I’m not going to eat you.”

He whispered softly into Rarien’s ear. It was an uncharacteristic kindness from him.

Whoof, a sweet bodily scent wafted around his nose. The fragrance intensified with each button undone. His head felt dizzy.

Why were there so many of these damn buttons? He was tempted to just grab and rip them off, but he restrained himself from applying too much force to his fingertips.

“Ah, ahh.”

Feeling the weight of his c*ck pressing against her b*ttocks, Rarien startled and curled up her body. She’s seen it all before. She even clung to it eagerly without letting go, yet now she’s suddenly scared? It was infuriating.

Nicholas held her tightly in his arms, preventing her from escaping. Even before fully undressing her, he felt his reason slipping away. Blood had already rushed to his c*ck, making it painfully hard.

The nun’s habit was a long, dress-like garment. Perhaps to emphasize chastity? The skirt reached down to the ankles, and the neckline came up to the throat, making for a somewhat stifling design. The buttons started from the nape and continued all the way down to the waist.

“How do you even put this on in the first place?”

“Just with effort.”

“And it’s the same when taking it off?”

“Yes.”

What kind of clothes require effort to put on and take off?

There’s so much to do. It was absurd.

Was it deliberately made this way to keep away from carnal desires and other improper things? Even so. It was an inefficient design from a human perspective. He thought about suggesting changes to the head nun when he got the chance.

As all the buttons were undone, the top loosened, revealing a snow-white back.

Rarien’s back looked like an untouched snowfield without a speck of dust.

Just as one wants to leave footprints in untouched snow, Nicholas felt the urge to kiss Rarien’s fair back.

To avoid doing unnecessary things, he needed to cover it up immediately so it was out of sight.

“Let your hair down.”

“My hair?”

“I need to check there too. To see if you’ve hidden anything.”

“…Okay.”

With a plop, her chestnut-colored hair cascaded down like a waterfall over her snow-white back. A pleasant scent lingered around his nose.

“I thought you said you were sweaty.”

“I’m sorry.”

You have a lot to be sorry for. It seemed like ‘sorry’ was stuck to her lips.

“No, for someone who’s sweaty, you don’t smell bad.”

“Thank you.”

And it’s the same for ‘thank you’. Is this something to be thankful for?

For a woman who committed such a brazen act, she seemed to be quite considerate of others.

Rarien hesitantly took off her top. She immediately crossed her arms to cover her br*asts. As if she really intended to just let him check, she only removed her arms from the top, leaving her n*ked from the waist up while keeping her skirt on.

“What are you doing? If you’ve taken it off, you need to show me.”

As Nicholas urged her, Rarien slowly turned around. Her white, round flesh was pressed and hidden by her arms, creating cleavage. Embarrassed, she kept her gaze lowered.

She’s quite high-maintenance. He remembered how she had asked him to tell her everything when they first had intercourse in the bathroom.

“Look up.”

He lifted Rarien’s chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. Her green eyes were trembling aimlessly like leaves in a gentle breeze.

“Lower your arms.”

With his other hand, he made her slowly unfold her arms covering her br*asts. Moon-like, luscious br*asts were revealed. Once uncovered, they were much more voluptuous than he had thought.

Her skin was not just fair, but almost transparent. You could almost see the capillaries beneath the skin. At the tips of both round mounds, the plump pink n*pples stood er*ect.

Why is she aroused? Is she excited about being seen?

There’s a limit to delusions.

Does she think someone is going to take her n*pples in their mouth and suck them? Or maybe caress the flesh with their palm and gently scratch the n*pples with their thumb?

…Damn. His mind was filled with ways to caress her br*asts.

What was it about those br*asts? Once he started looking, it was incredibly difficult to take his eyes off them.

“…Look. There’s nothing, right?”

Rarien asked o confirm.

“What?”

“……”

“Your Excellency?”

She kept urging for a response.

It seems he had been staring blankly for a while. There was nothing strange about the woman’s br*asts, but something strange had happened to him.

“…Ah, yes, there’s nothing.”

“Yes. If you’re done checking, I’ll put my clothes back on.”

“Wait.”

When Rarien was about to put her clothes back on, Nicholas grabbed her arm.

“Before you put them back on, let’s have a kiss in this state.”

“Why a kiss?”

“Well, because this all started when you kissed me and pressed your br*asts against me that time. Of course, we need to check.”

Nicholas knew his words were sophistry. But he wanted to confirm what it would feel like, even if it meant using such an excuse.

“What do you… You said we wouldn’t have s*x, that you’re just going to look.”

“I said we wouldn’t have s*x, but I never said we wouldn’t kiss.”

“……”

“Do you hate it?”

As Rarien hesitated, he asked directly.