Chapter 153: I Don't Think Naughty Things Should Happen in a Convent (2)
Squelch. Squelch.
At first, the vat was filled with so many grapes that Lien had trouble keeping her balance every time she stepped on them.
And with every movement, her large, prominent chest swayed dramatically...
"Wooooaaaaah!!"
The crowd of spectators erupted into deafening cheers.
"...So this is why they gathered here, huh?"
It was obvious that even her dress had been designed for the sake of the audience's entertainment. The skirt was long enough to avoid getting stained by grape juice, and Lien was holding it up with both hands as she worked hard to stomp. This lifted the fabric just enough to expose her white, toned thighs to the onlookers.
And her chest, apparently without any support underneath, bounced noticeably with every movement, causing the eyes of the crowd to follow its trajectory as if mesmerized.
Of course, my eyes were no exception, tracking the bouncing movements of her chest.
'This isn't weird at all. It's just a knight's instinct to analyze the acceleration and trajectory of moving objects...'
Slip!
"Aah...!"
Lien suddenly lost her footing, nearly toppling over. Her skirt flipped up slightly, revealing more of her thighs. Her chest swayed even more dramatically, to the point that the crowd covered their mouths in stunned awe. Though I could tell from my trained eyes that she was wearing short shorts underneath, someone who didn't know better might have thought they were about to catch a glimpse of her underwear.
'Wait a second... isn't this a convent?'
Why was a zombie stomping grapes in a convent? And why was the process of making wine set up to be so... provocative?
Of course, judging by the nobles eagerly handing over money to the nuns, insisting they'd buy the wine being made right now, it was clear that the wine Lien was making was going to be a big moneymaker.
'But still... a convent doing this? Instead of a trading guild?'
Squelch. Squelch.
After some time, most of the large grapes had already slipped between Lien's feet. By then, the spectators had quietly returned to their seats, although most of the men were strategically covering their laps with pockets or jackets.
'All this commotion just for someone stomping grapes to make wine...'
I, too, had Shuru on my lap, letting her knead my thighs. But this wasn't to hide anything inappropriate—it was just because I was keeping her comfortable, not because of any weird thoughts.
"You've done well. You may step out now."
At the elderly abbess's words, Lien finally seemed relieved and sat down on the edge of the wooden vat.
Had she been fully alive, her forehead would have been drenched in sweat from the physical exertion.
When other nuns approached, Lien cautiously lifted one leg, allowing one of the nuns to wipe off the grape juice and bits of grape stuck to her foot with a towel. They repeated the process for the other leg, carefully folding the used towels and storing them somewhere.
'If they sell even those towels, this convent really has no hope left.'
As the nuns wiped her legs, the juice dripping down her thighs caused the men in the crowd to cross their legs in unison.
"Tsk."
Adjusting my position due to discomfort from sweat, I picked up Shuru and shifted slightly. It wasn't because of any other reason—not because of some involuntary reaction.
Lick.
"Gah! Don't lick me now...!"
Lien finished her final bow and headed inside, prompting the audience to rise to their feet and start handing money to the nuns.
"Take my money! Damn it, just take it! This year's wine is going to be amazing!"
While it was unclear how good the grape harvest or the aging process would turn out, the merchants and nobles scrambling to secure even one more bottle showed exactly what kind of product was being marketed here.
As the commotion finally died down and the merchants and nobles left, grinning with their reservation tickets in hand, I stayed behind, feeding grapes to Shuru and Mollang while waiting.
"This year's wine is going to be phenomenal! Hahaha!"
"They even adjusted the painting for this year! Instead of a plain portrait, it shows Sister Lien in the middle of making wine. The demand for replica paintings is already through the roof!"
"Those who get their hands on Lien wine this year will be the real winners."
I didn't know much about the wine world, but I could see why it was selling for such a high price.
As night fell and the situation calmed down, I approached one of the nuns to ask about Lien. She informed me that Lien was waiting inside and guided me to her room, which was on the outermost edge of the convent, near the graveyard.
Knock, knock, knock.
"It's Ban."
There was no sound of breathing or the presence of a living being's mana inside, but I heard movement. Moments later, Lien emerged from the room, dressed in a nun's habit that covered most of her body—a stark contrast to her earlier appearance.
"You're really here!"
The nun's habit she was wearing was originally designed to modestly cover a nun's body. However, with Lien's ample chest, it seemed as if the black fabric was intentionally wrapped tightly around her breasts to emphasize them. The side slit in her skirt, designed for easier movement, was pushed up due to her figure, exposing her thighs and even the faint line of her panties.
'I can't believe the same outfit can look this sensual depending on who's wearing it!'
When I had seen other nuns wearing the habit on my way here, it felt reverent, even dull. But now, seeing Lien in the same attire made my head spin. My eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her prominently outlined chest, as if it were screaming to defy the laws of modesty.
"Please, come inside. We shouldn't disturb the other sisters."
Given how hard the nuns were working to harvest grapes and manage reservations, I followed Lien into her room to avoid causing any interruptions.
Click.
Inside her room, it was what one might expect from a nun's quarters—simple and slightly worn. The only personal touches were a few dolls and girlish novels on the bookshelf, remnants of her past life.
With nowhere else to sit, I leaned against the windowsill, while Lien hugged a worn-out doll she had brought from her old home and perched on the edge of the bed.
"Did you... see earlier?"
"I did. I saw you making wine. You worked hard."
"Aaaah... so embarrassing!"
As expected, she didn't seem to enjoy doing it.
"Why exactly do you have to do something like that in a convent? And, normally..."
"Even if you ask me, I don't know..."
I understood why this convent might be more open about such things. After all, the nuns here worship the Goddess of Love and Marriage.
While the church strictly prohibits actions that might seem overtly lustful, they don't deny sexual desire itself. This makes the order unique and nationally significant, as they provide blessings for childbirth, encourage healthy reproduction, and contribute to the population's welfare.
'Historically, the church used priestesses for... Well, that's not a topic I should dwell on now.'
It seemed the convent tolerated using sensuality as part of their wine-selling strategy to some degree. Since the nuns wore shorts to prevent any actual exposure and avoided showing overtly sexual areas like breasts or genitals, they managed to stay within the boundaries of modesty.
"But still, how can they allow shoulders to be exposed? Not to mention thighs sometimes... Every time they're revealed, the men's gazes turn sharp, like they're burning holes into you."
While shoulders and thighs might not be considered particularly lewd areas, the elegance of Lien's movements gave them an artistic allure that she wouldn't understand. After all, she was from an older era and oblivious to the kind of admiration men expressed in bawdy conversations.
"Still, it seems you're helping the convent a lot."
"Yes, I'm enduring it because this is my home now. I need to contribute somehow."
"You asked me to come as soon as possible. What was the matter?"
"Oh, that... it's nothing anymore."
"It's not too late, is it?"
"No, you came at the right time, but..."
Lien glanced cautiously at the door, lowering her voice.
"It seems they've noticed, so what I wanted to ask for might not be possible anymore."
"..."
"Don't worry about the letter. It's already late, so just rest for tonight and head back in the morning."
"Alright. Where will I be staying?"
"You can sleep here."
Wouldn't they normally assign a separate room for guests?
"There aren't any spare rooms right now. Some nuns from other convents are here for the wine-making, and the Holy Knights have taken the remaining rooms."
"But still, wouldn't sharing a room be against the rules?"
"I don't sleep, so you can take the bed while I wait at the desk. I've already explained this and gotten permission."
"It's not about the bed..."
This felt like putting a wolf and a lamb in the same room. Of course, in this case, the lamb would likely be devoured in a very different way.
'Not that I'd do anything stupid enough to cause a scandal in a convent.'
"I'm fine sleeping outdoors. Just keep an eye on the kids for me."
Not trusting myself to stay in the same room, I handed her the bag with Shuru and Mollang, intending to find a spot in the stable or lay out a sleeping bag somewhere else.
Ahh... Ahhng... Haang...
Suddenly, I heard what sounded like a lewd moan.
"..."
Hngh... Haang... It's so big, it feels amazing...
Lien's eyes slowly drifted toward the wall as the sound continued. I stepped closer, pressing my ear against the wall, and Lien hesitated before doing the same.
Ahh... Goddess, forgive me... But this washboard feels too good to resist... The rough wood, soaked with the Holy Knights' sweat...
"..."
I turned to Lien with a bewildered expression, and she quickly pulled back from the wall, shaking her head in denial.
Ah... And Lien in the next room... she brought a man in. I bet they're busy right now, ramming his dick into her zombie pussy... I wish I could feel that, too—
I didn't need to hear any more. I pulled away from the wall.
'What the hell... is this?'
Let's summarize the situation.
The nun in the next room was masturbating with a washboard, fantasizing about the Holy Knights' sweat and imagining me and Lien having sex.
"...She's a bit... extreme," Lien muttered.
If she had blood circulating in her body, her face would have turned tomato red by now. Unfortunately, her pale complexion stayed the same, though her embarrassed expression was clear.
Ahhhh...!
Suddenly, moans echoed from the room across the hall. Judging by the wet, rhythmic sounds, it seemed someone was inserting something large into themselves.
'What... is this place? A convent!?'