Chapter 6: Misfortune at the Church (※ Slight)

The Velos faith spreads from the central continent out to the west. Eastern nations follow a different creed—“divinity dwells in all things”—but in the western superpower, the Holy Felcis Kingdom, Velos is the state religion, tight with the Velos Great Theocracy to the southeast. At the same time the faith has seeped into the northern empire, their enemy. Border wars always end with Velos-blessed holy knights clashing in blood-soaked slaughter.

“Long ago Goddess Velos was worshipped as the ‘Goddess of Fertility,’ honored in harvest festivals for the wheat. In the frenzy of those festivals men and women would fuck, and eventually she became known as the ‘Goddess of Love.’ That’s when her blessings started to descend.”

A nun gripping white chalk explains from the blackboard and textbook. Joint paladin and chevalier classes are split into five groups. Health and phys ed are together, but lectures like this run on separate timetables per class.

“Velos’s blessings changed the world. Men get sexually aroused only about twice a month on average. In those rare chances to make babies, her blessings do heavy lifting. One is ‘luck’ that falls on the man—making conception easier. The other is ‘strength’ and ‘beauty’ for the woman. Childbirth is life or death. Aging brings menopause and the end of fertility. The strength and beauty—the ‘youth’—given to women decide everything in breeding.”

Sister Maria’s lesson is crystal clear.

For me the content barely registered. Every time she turned, those fat tits jiggled and I was gone.

Church, hands planted on the altar, ass shoved out—pound her from behind, hard, nonstop—pound pound pound…

“But the goddess’s blessings aren’t perfect. There are restrictions. What are they? Kaito-kun, answer.”

“Huh? Uh, the limits of the goddess’s blessing… Women only get it from sex with the guy they gave their virginity to… right?”

I stood and half-assed it. Sister Maria nods.

“That’s one. Anything else?”

“Nn… Oh, the luck part. Luck’s super vague, you can’t see it. If they wanted easy pregnancies they could’ve just made a ‘guaranteed knock-up’ blessing, but instead it’s this fuzzy ‘luck’…”

“Why do you think she did that?”

“Dunno… Maybe Goddess Velos has a dumbass brain, or she’s just stingy…”

The classroom buzzed. Criticizing the state religion can get ugly. Sister cleared her throat and laughed softly.

“A little extreme, but I’ll pretend I didn’t hear. Kaito-kun, sit. You correctly named the ‘virginity restriction’ and ‘vagueness of luck.’ Why did the goddess set these rules? Even inside the Holy Theocracy’s papal office they’re still arguing. If blessings fell no matter who fucked you, women would turn into total sluts. If it guaranteed pregnancy instead of luck, families too poor to raise more kids would collapse. Kaito-kun’s answer was wild, but faith and blind belief are different. A calm eye on the goddess’s rules is exactly what paladins and heroes need. Everyone, think about the reasons behind these restrictions tonight. Class dismissed.”

As I packed up, Sister Maria called me.

“Kaito-kun. After school, come to the church?”

“Haa…”

The second I agreed the class started whistling. Stefan looked worried.

“Kaito, it’s that comment. That was bad. Trashing Goddess Velos is straight-up taboo in the kingdom. You’re gonna get chewed out by the teacher, aren’t you?”

I didn’t mind at all. Meeting the beautiful nun alone in the church sounded like a treat.

“Criticizing Goddess Velos is a serious matter. You know that. Alone is one thing, but saying it openly in class is unacceptable. Please be more careful…”

“Understood.”

Exactly as Stefan predicted, Sister Maria scolded me. The two of us stood alone inside the church. In front of the altar with the Velos statue, her gentle brows were pinched.

Fuck yes. I wanna twist that face into pure ecstasy while she’s yelling at me.

“You’re not usually like this. You stood up to the headmaster without flinching, yet you said something so reckless… Is something troubling you?”

“……”

Scenario clicked in my head instantly.

Jackpot. She mistook my filthy thoughts for real pain. Sister leaned closer.

“I am an orthodox nun. If you carry a heavy burden, please tell me. No one else is here. I will keep your secret and I’m certain I can help.”

“But… this is, uh… a guy thing…”

“All the more reason. Goddess Velos teaches that men and women should support each other through love. I’ve listened to gentlemen’s troubles before. Sometimes it… stops working completely… If it’s all right with me, I can help.”

Hell yeah! She said it!

Now I just had to ease this pious, ripe-bodied nun sister into—

“Actually it’s the total opposite. I… function way too much.”

“Eh?”

Sister Maria’s face went blank, like she couldn’t process the words. Mine must’ve looked pure beast.

“This is… a gentleman’s…”

I sat in the very front pew. Sister Maria knelt right between my legs. My thick pride was already out, rock-hard. Guys with weak libidos never ask a sister for this. The usual complaint is “it won’t get up anymore.”

“Come on, Sister… use that mouth…”

“T-this too is my duty. But… so strong…”

Still, her slender fingers wrapped around it. She opened her lips, tongue out, and licked shyly.

“Sister, first time seeing a guy’s cock?”

“Y-yes… first time. I know from books but… so hard… so hot… this big…”

Even a devout nun who gave up the blessing and guards her virginity has a young, juicy body. Females get wet way easier than males. Under that black habit her pussy was probably already dripping. She obeyed, opened wide, and started bobbing.

“Sister, no teeth…”

Maria nodded and sucked mindlessly. Every few strokes she pulled off to lick the underside, eyes locked on mine.

“How’s your first cock?”

“Mmm… your scent is all over me… filling my belly… it aches…”

Face flushed crimson, fully in heat. She swallowed me again. I was about to flood her throat when—

knock knock

“Teacher, may I ask something quick?”

(Shit! Right—we’re not connected, so no goddess luck!)

I dropped back into the pew and hid. Maria wiped her mouth, stood, and several students walked in.

“Teacher, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just some dust… Now, your question?”

Maria walked over like nothing happened. Ten minutes later the students left. Door shut. Maria sighed, came back to the front row, and bowed.

“Kaito-kun, I’m sorry. Let’s stop here today.”

“Eh… n-no way…”

She was completely cooled down. I could only slump and nod. Total blue-balls torture. Sleep was gonna be impossible tonight.

There are 150 paladin candidates and only 50 hero candidates. That reality hit the girls hard. They received Velos baptism at thirteen, manifested the blessing temporarily, and were funneled into the paladin track. But with only fifty hero males to go around, only fifty girls become paladins after graduation. Heroes have zero competition—just exist and you’re in. Paladin girls have to fight.

At the end of second year comes the Awakening Ritual. You offer your virginity to the hero who picks you. No partner? Switch to officer or bureaucrat course and start paying tuition, or drop out. Most quit the second they realize they won’t make paladin.

“By the end of second year you have to lock down a hero who’ll name you his paladin. I said ‘this isn’t a brothel,’ but honestly it’s not that different.”

Sofia grumbled and sipped her tea. Elfina nodded, face gloomy. Hero candidates at the Royal Knight Academy have stronger drives than normal men, but still way less than the girls.

“That health class basically ranked the heroes already. Kaito-san is obvious, then Carlos-san and Stefan-san. Teacher said those three could actually cut it as chevaliers.”

“Carlos Rodriguez and Stefan Landsberg. Competition for those two is gonna be brutal. Kaito… he’s just too weird.”

“Kaito-san, yeah… if only those eyes weren’t so intense…”

Both girls sighed heavily.

Claire Jilfied’s Velos blessing vanished after about a week. That pretty much proved how strong it got when I fucked her.

“B-but… still not sure… nn… one time… hiaa… was it a full week… or just one night… aah… because we did it so many times…?”

“What?”

I slammed into Claire from behind pound pound. I stroked her round, soft, snow-white ass, reached around and scooped up those heavy swaying tits. After enjoying the view I stopped moving. Claire kept panting.

“Haa haa… normal men finish once and they’re done. Never heard of anyone going two or three rounds in one night.”

“Hmm. So your ex-husband was like that. Went soft after one shot. So Claire, between me and him—who’s better?”

“Eh? T-that’s…”

“Say it or I stop moving.”

Claire shook her head, voice turning filthy.

“Aah! Kaito-kun! Kaito-kun’s way better! Stronger than him, thicker, feels so much better than that man… better than my husband nooo!”

Conquest buzzed through me. I started thrusting again, left hand rubbing her lower belly.

“Gonna fill Claire’s womb sploosh sploosh!”

Listening to her slutty moans I unloaded deep without mercy.

The Royal Knight Academy is full boarding but gives two days off a week for rest and recovery. Most students head to the capital to shop. Daily stuff is in the academy but clothes and tea have to be bought outside. I came to the capital for something else.

“So this is a male brothel…”

Day after railing Claire I stepped into the pleasure quarter. This place is for noble and high-class ladies to buy men. Men get hard twice a month; women get wet at the drop of a hat—sweat on a construction worker’s chest is enough. Husbands and boyfriends can’t keep up. Every decent city has these male brothels.

“Goddess luck, don’t fail me now…”

Inside, strange sweet incense filled the air. Two thick-armed middle-aged women stood there. They saw me and smiled kindly.

“Oh? Boy, wrong shop?”

“Nope. This is the place you buy men, right? I’m in the right spot.”

“Heh, so you wanna be a whore, kid? You look real young.”

She eyed me up and down like she was tasting me. Yeah, this feeling sucks. I’ll behave more at the academy… a little.

“Name’s Kaito. Turning sixteen soon. I wanna talk to the boss.”

“Go home, kid. I don’t know your story but this ain’t the place for you.”

The woman reached out. I grabbed her wrist and glared. A graceful voice floated from the back.

“Wait. Bring the boy inside…”

“Nadine-san, but—”

Nadine appeared. Beautiful rather than cute. Early thirties maybe. Soft eyes, gentle face—like being hugged by a mom. Probably those huge, ripe tits. She noticed my stare and smiled.

“Looking at me like that… you’ve got talent. Lotte, let the boy through. I’ll hear him out.”

Lotte glanced at me once and nodded.