First part as AudiobookV1.1

This is a rough draft of the first part of the story with a female audio narrative. The female voice is not necessarily Claires but I found it fitting as a narrator.

Here you can listen to it while reading: https://jmp.sh/4YVh96xk

It is currently missing the prison scene and the other characters will have their own voices later but for now everything is done by one voice.

This version has grammar and punctuation errors reworked for the most part but is otherwise identical.

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**Staring down at my naked body in the bath, I could still hardly believe my eyes sometimes.

Two perfectly round, pale globes were floating gently in the water, rising just above the surface. If I sank my body a bit deeper, they would try to float up, and if I stood up in the bath or sat at the edge, they would fall—only to settle into place like two proud hills, defying gravity with their perky firmness.

My wet hair would cling to them, partially covering them, though not very effectively given their size.**

The warm water wrapped around me like a gentle embrace as I climbed back in, and for a moment, I felt at peace.

Being submerged, they felt almost weightless due to their slight buoyancy, but once outside, it was hard to ignore them, even if I had grown familiar with having them around over the last few months.

Their presence had been a constant reminder of the absurdity of it all. I used to be a guy, living a mundane college life in a world where breasts like these were either admired from a distance or fantasized about in games like the one I now found myself trapped in. I had never imagined I would experience what it was like to be the heroine in one of them. Yet here I was, in a body that felt both strange and disconcertingly familiar at times.

I played with my hair, gazing at it as my reflection did the same.

It had been surreal to see my own reflection in the water the first time around—soft curves, delicate skin, and an appearance that could have only been designed with lewd intentions in mind. Long, shimmering hair, impossibly flawless features, and, of course, the body—her body—tailored to be as alluring as possible. It was the kind of body that was supposed to drive the plot forward through seduction, romance, and, well, other explicit means. I had played many of these games before, but now I was stuck in one, and not as the protagonist but as the female lead (or one of them, to be precise).

I stopped for a moment and submerged myself as a strange blend of emotions tugged at me. The unease of being trapped in a different world, the frustration of being reduced to a character meant for someone else’s pleasure, and the humor in how ridiculous the whole situation was. And yet, I couldn’t ignore the creeping curiosity. How much of the game was now my reality? Did the world follow the game’s logic and story? How much control did I really have?

I had made plans, all kinds of strategies and contingency measures that came to mind when I found myself dropped into this world a couple of months before the actual story began. But all of them would hinge on how close this world was to the game.

This wasn’t just some avatar I could log out of; it was my life now, and I had no clue what would happen to me once a bad ending was triggered.

As I ran my fingers through my wet hair and leaned back, floating in the water, I realized I needed to adapt. Even if things didn’t quite align with the game, I just needed to find another way. In the worst-case scenario, I would improvise. If I was going to survive in this world—where my body was my primary asset and danger could come in the form of romance, rivalry, or worse—I had to understand and utilize both my body and the game’s twisted mechanics. My life depended on it.

And maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to turn this absurd situation to my advantage. After all, if I was living in a world designed to fulfill fantasies, I might as well learn how to play the heroine’s part to win.

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Camp at Night

After buying supplies, we returned to camp and rejoined the rest of our group. The swordmaster’s face was slightly red; I wondered if something had happened.

Unlike in the game, where the outfit changed with every 5 points of lewdness, here it seems to change a tiny bit with every point gained.

That made guessing how high it was more difficult. I could remember roughly how her outfit looked at different stages—especially liking the one once she hit the 50 mark—but I didn’t quite remember all the incremental changes.

The swordwoman’s skirt was noticeably shorter than before. It was still decent enough not to cause trouble, but whatever happened, she clearly experienced quite a few events while we were gone.

And I doubted that was the only change, as I caught a glimpse of something missing when her skirt swayed as she sat down, though I couldn’t be sure if I saw wrong.

That night, I woke up when I heard the swordwoman leave our tent. The guys had been nice enough to give me an early shift, so I could sleep through the night. Seeing her sneak away, I grew curious and decided to follow her to get a better understanding of what had happened while we were gone.

Another problem was that, as a heroine, I didn’t know about all the events that took place when I wasn’t around. I could tell that something happened based on the other heroines’ change in appearance, but I was clueless as to the specifics.

What I found in the dead of night was the swordwoman sucking Beck off, which was normal ever since she lost that bet during their first duel. For every new duel she requested, she knew she had to suck him off once she lost.

Had she dueled him earlier in the day before we arrived? It was possible that she was simply fulfilling her part of the bet.

(She was inherently competitive and might have accepted that, for her to grow stronger, she needed to regularly duel a strong opponent and was willing to sacrifice her pride to grow stronger—or at least, that was what I thought until now.)

What wasn’t normal was that Max came along and casually started a conversation with his brother. Instead of being surprised at Olivia’s kneeling fellatio, he simply stood next to Beck and unbuckled his belt.

The swordwoman hesitated for a moment before taking Max’s stiff member in her hands, alternating between the two brothers with her mouth.

“Our tent is now occupied with that country bumpkin.” Beck complained.

“He is not a country bumpkin,” Olivia protested, her voice muffled.

“Would be more persuasive without a cock in your mouth.”

“Ah... you towd me not take it out... even when I tawked...”

She blushed, but despite his degrading comment, continued to suck him nevertheless.

“You’ve trained her well,” Max remarked, and I noticed Olivia’s lower half twitch at the comment. It was clear she got off on being degraded. It hurt her pride, but it also made her pussy tingle with need.

“The girls’ tent is off-limits as well with the priestess there and all. I thought we might be able to get the other girl to join us as well eventually,” Beck lamented. “When we fucked her last time, the magician clearly only pretended to be asleep. I wonder what it would take to get her on board.”

“Keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want to be cursed or something. Remember the last time you tried to get a female magician into bed and ended up in your boxers on the roof?” Max reminded him.

“Hey, it’s not my fault she was such a stuck-up bitch. I just wanted to finger her a little, and she blew me off, sending me onto the roof,” Beck complained.

“Sigh, whatever. If you really want to get into her pants, at least wait until the priestess isn’t around,” Max advised, knowing his brother was incorrigible.

“What about her?” Beck inquired.

“Don’t even try. I have the suspicion that she already knows but keeps quiet so as not to harm that wannabe hero’s feelings.” Max insisted, passing Olivia over to Beck again.

“Is that so?” Beck said, smiling while pressing Olivia’s head down against his crotch. The girl was clearly gagging but didn’t resist. Instead, she let herself be controlled by him, and one of her hands even went down under her skirt.

Having seen enough, I carefully made my way back to my tent. I would gain nothing from exposing them and only make the situation awkward.

Just as I was lying back down to sleep, I noticed the magician turned toward me.

“Did you see?” she asked in a whisper.

I nodded, unsure of what she expected me to say.

After a moment of awkward silence, she turned around again.

I couldn’t make heads or tails of her question. Did she expect me to scold them or something? They were adults, and even if I did scold them, I doubted it would change much. They might stop doing it for a week or two but would eventually continue.

If the hero found out, Olivia might be too ashamed to stay and leave the party. While she was satisfying her sexual urges with them, she still had feelings for the hero and wouldn’t be able to stomach him knowing of her escapades—at least not at her current level of corruption/lewdness.

They weren’t in a relationship either, nor were they engaged, so she was her own woman, with her own pussy and the choice of who to sleep with.

What kind of complicated relationship and feelings were between them was for them to clear up, not for me.

(From what I saw, they treated each other like siblings growing up together. Whether or not those feelings extend beyond that for either of them was unclear, but I suspect they did.) *sigh...*

As for Beck and Max, confronting them will do me more harm than good. Ideally, I would find some new members to replace them if I feared for the party’s cohesion or them going after the other girls as well, but even then, I am not sure if they would leave by that point. And honestly, we would struggle without their help quite a bit if they left all of a sudden. There was a reason I rehired them despite their personalities: the chance to succeed with them in the party was much higher than without, especially considering I couldn’t load an old save like before, and I didn’t want to risk it to learn if that was an option at all.

Especially Beck’s personality was problematic, but their skills and potential were top-notch. As much as I wanted to kick Beck out, losing Max with him made it a bad deal right now. Once we are a larger party, I will think about it again.

(Max has the brains, knowing how to deal with different monsters and how to lure them out. Beck is the brawl; while Max is certainly strong and fights tactically, Beck seems to have an inborn talent for battle, relying more on instincts than actual tactics.)

(In the game, I wouldn’t mind giving them a couple of heroines to toy with, but this being real life to me now, the situation is slightly more troublesome.)

(Events also seem to be able to trigger earlier than expected as long as the conditions are met. Olivia should have only requested a duel a few weeks later when she had a good chance to win depending on how much she had fought before, which is why I didn’t see it coming.)

My thoughts in disarray, I stayed awake for quite some time, but Olivia didn’t return before I fell asleep.

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### Next Morning

The next morning, I woke up seeing Olivia bundled up in her sleeping bag. Clearly, she hadn’t gotten much sleep during the night.

Giving her at least that much sympathy, I avoided waking her up. I knew she had gotten herself into this by her own choice, but I felt guilty not having warned her in advance.

Going out, the hero was already up and about. He woke up early and slept like a log. Being a heavy sleeper, you could fuck a girl in front of him and he still wouldn’t wake up.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?” I asked.

“Great, as always. Sleeping in nature is something else, don’t you agree?” he said enthusiastically.

“Y-yeah,” I replied. He was probably the only one who preferred sleeping outdoors.

“What about you? You seem to have a light sleep; last time I came to wake you up for your shift, you were already awake before I even made it into the tent.”

“Yeah, I am quite sensitive and easily wake up, but no, I slept well enough, even though I do miss my soft bed back in the monastery,” I admitted.

“I see. What about Olivia? Is she up yet? She’s been acting strange around me for the past few days,” he asked.

“Ah, don’t mind her. She seems pretty exhausted. They must have done a lot of training while we were off buying supplies,” I replied quickly.

“I see. Then I must redouble my efforts as well. Can’t be the only one slacking off,” he said as he continued with his morning exercise, even more motivated than before.

Well, she certainly did a lot of training, though it was probably not the kind you imagine. Sorry, hero, but it seems more accurate to say she was *being trained* and not the other way around from what I saw yesterday.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I felt guilty for deceiving the hero. Given their close friendship, I should honestly tell him about Olivia’s situation, but I didn’t know the consequences. I didn’t want to break his heart. I wasn’t sure how deep his feelings for Olivia ran, and I had to admit I was a coward for not having the guts to tell him.

This guilt was eating away at me, little by little. I wondered if the original saintess felt the same way and how she managed to endure it. Despite going through more than any other character, she held true to her ideals for quite some time. You had to **** her into a lot of unfavorable situations before she started to break, and even then, it took a while for her to give in completely.

Feeling awed at how strong her will must have been, I wasn’t sure I could do the same, especially if I considered even half the scenes I **** her into; I would likely have already broken.

“What about Beck and Max?” I asked, trying to distract myself.

“They were still snoring when I woke up. Beck always sleeps in, but it’s surprising for Max. He always seems to be the more organized and mature of the two, but I guess they are brothers after all, sharing common traits,” the hero said.

Yeah, they definitely shared things, as it wasn’t hard to guess why they were still asleep. Just how long did they do it after I went to sleep?

The next to wake up was the magician. She still looked sleepy, but that was actually just her normal morning face.

Saying hi, she didn’t behave any differently from yesterday, as if she hadn’t asked me anything last night and everything was completely normal.

I suppose that’s better than if she started acting awkwardly as well. The hero was dense, but there was a limit to how dense a person can be—though I didn’t know if that held true in an eroge.

By this game’s logic, he wouldn’t find it strange at all, even if all the heroines started wearing reverse bunny suits.

There would come a comment similar to “Oh, nice, a bunny suit. Where did you find it?” but that’s about it.

Well, I can’t be sure if that still holds true. He did seem to get suspicious sometimes, but it always seemed that he let it go shortly after.

Taking up cooking duty, I made something with the freshly bought produce we brought yesterday. While we could gather meat, berries, and mushrooms here, produce wasn’t something you could find in the forest that easily, so we bought some in the city.

They wouldn’t keep for long without proper storage, so using them right away was the way to go.

I made a simple stew out of potatoes and meat with some carrots and onions mixed in.

Kitchen duty was my least favorite chore, but it did teach me how to make something nice out of simple ingredients. It wasn’t anything special, but it tasted far better than just grilling meat for the umpteenth time. Don’t get me wrong; I love meat, but without salt or pepper and just halfheartedly grilled over a fire, it really didn’t taste that good.

As for nuns not eating meat besides fish, there thankfully wasn’t any such regulation. The main reason we ate little meat back in the monastery was because meat was expensive and we had plenty of produce.

With the help of my Purify, we could eat most monster meat, but there was clearly a reason people preferred cattle over eating wolves or foxes. Even back on Earth, predators had tough meat, and if it weren’t for Purify being applied by someone with near-endless divine resources (at least compared to normal priests), the meat would be unpalatable. I wasn’t sure if it would be inedible, as adventurers would inevitably gain tough stomachs over their lifetime, but at least for normal people, untreated monster meat wasn’t recommended.

It wasn’t true for all, as there were some monsters that are hunted for their meat, but a large number needed to be soaked overnight in herbs to be palatable.

Anyway, just as the stew was ready, Max and Beck finally made their appearance. Beck especially seemed to be in a good mood.

“Finally, something decent. I built up quite the appetite tonight.” He hinted at his brother, who was nonplussed by his innuendo but played along for his brother’s sake.

“It’s good to have you back; honestly, none of us can cook besides you,” Max said completely honestly.

“What you made last time wasn’t half bad either,” I remarked absentmindedly, trying to ignore Beck, who looked around searching for someone.

“That was only because of the seasoning I got from an innkeeper we helped some time ago. I basically put it on everything to make it palatable. The problem is, it’s nearly gone by now,” Max admitted.

“I see. What about the magician? Couldn’t you have asked her to cook?”

Both Max and Beck looked at each other, aghast.

“I forgot you weren’t there when she had her first—and last—cook duty,” Max muttered.

Beck’s face seemed to go green just remembering it.

“That bad?” I whispered, not wanting to hurt her feelings in case she overheard.

“Bad isn’t even the right word. I’m still not sure what she brewed back then, but it was definitely not something a sane man could eat.”

“Yeah, remember how we found a dead rabbit near the spot we threw away our portions? It was literally green. And it was definitely not some monster, but a normal rabbit,” Beck elaborated.

“I’m pretty sure Olivia didn’t even go near her portion, avoiding it like the plague, saying she wasn’t hungry, making the poor hero eat two portions instead,” Max said.

“That country bumpkin ate the stuff, saying it wasn’t as bad as it looked, only to fall over an hour later and have a stomachache for the next two days,” Beck said.

“Yeah, from that day on, she’s excused from cooking duty indefinitely. If we’re not taken care of by the monsters, it will definitely be her cooking instead.”

“That sounds kinda harsh, but not having seen it myself, I can’t really judge,” I admitted.

“Think yourself lucky.”

“By the way, where is Olivia?” Max asked nonchalantly.

“Ah, she’s still asleep. Must have been quite exhausting yesterday.” I tried to feign ignorance.

“She tried a few new techniques and even dueled both of us at the same time.” Beck said with a grin, clearly all too happy to elaborate further.

“I see,” I said, knowing but not wanting to think about the implications.

“Max here especially should have really been a bit more forthcoming, giving the poor girl barely a moment to catch her breath.” Beck said, hinting at Max.

“Well, you insisted I should take a look at her technique, and I simply made sure she knew where she was still lacking. She seemed to learn best through practical experience, after all,” Max said.

“Then spar with me as well; I can show you my technique right now. I think I improved since last time,” the hero asked enthusiastically, completely oblivious to the true meaning of their words.

There is some good in being ignorant, after all. Even if the image of Olivia being spit-roasted between the two wouldn’t leave my mind, making me feel a strange sensation I couldn’t quite put into words.

Thankfully, Olivia arrived just in time. Hopefully, the boys would leave their boasting for when I wasn’t around next time.

“Here comes the hero of the hour. How did you sleep?” Beck asked with a grin, clearly hinting at something.

Olivia, not sure what was going on, answered uncharacteristically meekly,

“Good,” before taking herself a bowl and sitting down next to me.

Normally, she would have joined the chat right away, but the guys must have done a number on her for her to react that way.

“So what are your plans after this? We stayed in the Rubico Forest long enough that you guys can easily take care of the monsters here by yourself and won’t gain much anymore.”

Seeing as Olivia stayed quiet, I took the lead. She had done most of the decision-making for the hero until now, helping him grow stronger, and the main reason we hired the brothers had been to travel to more dangerous hunting grounds to begin with.

(Originally, they hired the brothers as guides to the Rubico Forest and picked me up on the way. We had now stayed here for nearly two weeks, leveling and training.)

“Yeah, I thought that would happen and picked a few possible destinations for us,” I said, having already thought about a few different routes. Right now, we weren’t strong enough to go dungeon diving yet, but there was one dungeon that might be possible already.

“Those are the locations we could go to in order to get stronger and gain more experience, but I would recommend the slime forest in particular, as I read about a dungeon that was discovered and later had its location lost.”

“Dungeons are dangerous, and while you all got stronger, even my brother and I have never done a dungeon before,” Max said.

I was a bit surprised, but dungeons can be unpredictable if you didn’t know their mechanisms. It made sense for Max to avoid them and keep Beck out of them.

“Based on the records, it was a peculiar dungeon with many puzzles and few enemies, so maybe we could give it a shot. After all, we can’t even be sure that we’ll find it, but I do have quite good intuition, as you know.”

“Well, it ain’t for us to decide; you are the client, after all.” Technically, it was the hero’s party, but I decided to extend their contract, and now I was responsible for their salary from now on. So saying I was the client was technically correct.

The leader *should* be the hero, but he was still too inexperienced to take on that role, and especially when it came to money, he was prone to being swindled due to being too naive.

The church provided us with an allowance every month; while better than nothing, it was pretty tight budget-wise. If we didn’t sell the monster byproducts (which the brothers took a percentage of), we would be in the negative. This way, we are in the plus, slowly building up an emergency fund, which we will definitely need later on when the church’s support dries up for several months before we can take care of the problem.

There was someone stealing our funds, but sadly, without proof, we cannot simply go there and accuse him. I already knew who it was, but we will need to survive without the church’s allowance for some time, which is why staying in the positive was vital.

Otherwise, I would be **** into situations like back at the prison far more often.

I don’t want to prostitute myself for some coin ever again if I can help it.

After some back and forth, with Olivia being far more reticent during this discussion, it was easy to persuade the hero. The magician didn’t care as long as she got to gather new materials to experiment with. If it was her choice, she would travel nonstop just to gather as much as possible and then return to her laboratory as soon as possible. It was only due to her master telling her she should use this opportunity to try out new things that she tagged along.

Olivia tagged along due to the hero, while I tagged along because the church told me to and as part of my pilgrimage, I suppose. The brothers were hired to babysit those two for a while until they got strong enough or their contract ran out—or I couldn’t pay them, which opened up opportunities for alternative payment I didn’t want to think about for now.

Olivia was already doing her part to keep Beck here, so maybe I should negotiate to lower the rate, but that would expose the fact that I knew all about their escapades.

Anyway, we planned to leave the area two days from now and stay overnight in the City of Bronze.

It would do us good to all get a good night’s sleep in a soft bed for once and potentially upgrade or look after some of our equipment. I should receive my next allowance soon, so I should be able to pick it up there.

Three days later, we arrived in Bronze. The city had a reputation for good blacksmiths, as there was a large mine supporting the city’s economy. With plenty of metal at an affordable price, blacksmiths settled here and offered their services. Most of the military’s equipment was also made here.

There was therefore a lot of mass-produced equipment and weapons here, making it cheaper. While there were higher-quality weapons made here as well, we couldn’t afford those yet and would have more luck finding something decent in the dungeon.

As for the best weapons you could buy with money, those were generally sold at auction in large cities like the capital.

(My previous route depended on utilizing the heroines a lot, meaning prostituting them whenever possible to gain money and lending them out to gain favors or discounts.)

Yeah, I was a scumbag, but it was an eroge game at that time, and it was perfectly normal doing that. It was basically the shortcut to endless grinding. Many eroge can actually be beaten cleanly, but they always have an easier route. As long as the heroine was willing to swallow her pride, she could make a bunch of money.

I sighed, my own determination wavering as we would soon leave the starter area and the true journey would begin. Whether or not all the plans and preparations I made would be of any help, I would soon find out. Thinking of the first day I woke up in this world, it felt like an eternity ago, despite not even half a year having passed.

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### If Only It Was a Dream (Chapter 1)

Instead of waking up in my dorm room where I had fallen asleep, I found myself in an unfamiliar bed with an even stranger ceiling up above, made of stone and curving like an arch. Still sleepy, I propped myself up to look around.

The room was tiny, barely having the necessities:

A bed, a small table, a wooden chair with a few books lying on top, and a single large chest.

Looking down after noticing an unfamiliar sensation, two proud hills greeted me.

My first thought was that this was a dream. I had never dreamed of being a girl before but found it quite fascinating how realistic everything felt and looked.

I had just pulled aside my bedcovers, and while I did check out the room, from the moment I noticed my breasts, I couldn’t overcome the curiosity. Pulling down my bra, I could hardly believe how real they looked.

I had heard about clear dreams and some people even being able to control their dreams, but I had never learned such a thing. Still, it was an opportunity I wouldn’t miss.

Just as things were about to get good, the door to my room suddenly opened. I distinctly remember someone knocking, waking me up, but I kind of ignored it in all the excitement.

“Claire, what are you doing? Morning readings will start soon and you haven’t even dressed yet.”

A nun entered my room, calling me by an unfamiliar name. Why does she remind me of someone?

I instinctively covered my breasts for some reason when the door opened, feeling an odd sense of shame. It was a dream; what should I be ashamed of, and who was she? Would she join in on the fun, I wondered? Slowly putting down my arms again.

It felt strangely embarrassing to leave them uncovered, but I knew it shouldn’t matter between girls, and I didn’t mind it too much. Still, she behaved completely differently from my expectations. Instead of undressing and joining me in bed, she hurried in, pulled out some clothes from the big chest, and threw them my way.

“You should hurry, or you will be scolded by the head nun again.” She told me. Before I could even get a word in, she was already on her way out—like a whirlwind coming in and disappearing right after.

Strangely enough, I couldn’t recall this place. I wondered if I had seen it somewhere before, but came back blank. For some reason, the situation didn’t feel like a dream anymore, as my momentary daze was replaced by utter confusion.

“Hehhh?”

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### Waking Up as Claire

After what felt like an eternity—though it was probably no more than a few fleeting seconds—I found myself alone again, no longer fully certain that this was a dream.

My sleepiness dispelled, replaced by a sense of incredulity.

I frowned at the clothing lying on my lap, having been thrown my way by the girl earlier. I wasn’t really looking at them, more so replaying the prior scene in my head again. I didn’t know the girl, which made me wonder where I could have seen her before.

I noticed only now how some of my hair was obscuring my vision. It was a barely noticeable tint of blonde, hardly hindering me from seeing but bothering me enough to push it aside and behind my ear.

A motion that felt oddly familiar. I never had long hair, so how would I know how it felt or that I should put it behind my ear to keep it from bothering me?

A single lock remained, tickling my nose. I blew it away, thinking it would vanish, but no luck there either—it just came back again, making me even more confused.

It was strange for a dream to have so many details, especially ones I had no way of knowing.

No longer in the mood to play with my “puppies,” I pulled my bra up again only to notice that what I thought was a bra had been a white nightgown instead.

Both the thrown clothes and the remainder of my blanket obscured the lower part, but I now noticed the short sleeves and felt the soft fabric shift against my skin as I tugged it back up.

Looking down, I lost myself in the valley of my breasts for a moment. Those were some serious weapons this girl had, but I was feeling ever more incredulous about this whole situation and decided to lie back down and wake up.

…

Seconds went by…

…

and I opened my eyes once again, being greeted by the same unfamiliar ceiling.

…

Closing them harder than before, I waited some more.

…

…

This time peeking only slightly with one eye, as if that would help.

…

Not sure what made me think it would make a difference, but seeing that ceiling for the third time in a row finally made me convinced that I was neither dreaming nor hallucinating.

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### Where Am I?

Among the clothes was a white robe and a dark robe, as well as a veil and some socks.

I guessed the white robe was meant to be worn underneath, but I decided to simply keep my nightgown on and pulled the dark robe over my head.

I had already explored this tiny room, looking through both the large chest, the few books on top of the table, and even under the bed, coming back blank.

The books were the least helpful, discussing some obscure theological theory I had never heard about and could hardly understand half of without context or actually reading it from the beginning instead of randomly flipping through pages.

The chest, on the other hand, was slightly more helpful. It had a bunch of clothes, mostly underwear and socks, as well as some candles, a hairbrush, and a few other miscellaneous items. Half of it was occupied by bedding—sheets, pillowcases, and a thicker blanket for cold nights.

The most prominent item had been a bible of sorts, containing stories of gods and demons, fantastical tales I would have thought to be part of a fantasy novel if it wasn’t for the small handwritten notes on the side of some pages adding additional details and thoughts of the owner on rare occasions.

And below the bed, I found a crucifix on a silver chain, which must have fallen off during her sleep. She might have held onto it while sleeping or put it under the pillow, only for it to shift and fall under the bed.

All things considered, I was in some kind of old church—maybe a Christian school or a monastery. It had been half an hour at least since I woke up, but besides the girl, nobody came looking for me.

When I peeked out of the door, only a deserted corridor greeted me, eerily silent, and outside the window I saw a large vineyard further uphill on the right, while a small vegetable garden stood to the left right outside my window.

I couldn’t see far, as a forest obscured my vision, but I was sure we were on a hill somewhere, as I could see the trees sloping down the farther left I looked.

As much as I wanted to climb out the window and run away, I decided to go for the more civilized approach for now. I was clearly not locked up, and neither was I treated badly, for the lack of visible injuries or shackles.

The girl didn’t seem to harbor any ill intent either when she intruded, simply telling me to hurry up.

So I excluded **** for now—not that it could explain how I suddenly woke up in a different body.

Having exhausted all other venues, I decided it was time for some reconnaissance.

Which is why I was currently struggling to put on that unwieldy long robe.

The first rule of reconnaissance was blending in, and this not being a dream—or at least I was 70% sure by this point—I thought better of it than going around in a nightgown, as snug and comfy as it was.

Struggling some more, I had a hard time figuring out where to put my hands through. I had never worn something this long, and I was definitely doing something wrong. Being quite top-heavy all of a sudden didn’t help either.

Maybe I should have taken the nightgown off, after all. Nevertheless, after a bit of trial and error, I eventually managed to get the robe on.

“Hahh,” I let out a relieved sigh, looking down at myself. I hadn’t really paid attention to it, but that girl had been wearing a similar robe. Knowing better now, I recognized it as a nun’s habit. With the veil on top of my head and the crucifix around my neck, my disguise was done.

**“What was it again?”**

**“Something about lessons?”**

It hadn’t even been that long, but being both surprised, sleepy, and distracted otherwise, I had hardly listened to what she had said.

**“No, it had been readings or something,”** but I had no clue where to go, so I decided to explore the corridor for now. Maybe I would find someone who could at least tell me where we were.

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### Sneaking Around

I wasn’t even sure why I was sneaking around. Maybe it was the quiet stillness of the place or the strange, unsettling feeling that I didn’t quite belong. Whatever the reason, having started, it felt awkward to just stop now. My curiosity had already pushed me this far, and turning back wouldn’t help me either.

As I wandered, I realized there were a dozen rooms surrounding mine. Some were about the same size, but most were larger, shared spaces with two or even three beds neatly made up, though the occupants were missing. None of the doors were locked except for one, and when I knocked, the only response I got was silence. It felt eerie, as if everyone had simply vanished.

Looking out of the window in the room opposite mine, I glimpsed what appeared to be a small courtyard. There was a well, tables and chairs scattered about, and a modest flower garden near a pond. It seemed like a serene, quiet place, perfect for reflection or relaxation. But it was empty—no sign of anyone. Where had everyone gone? The silence of the entire building gnawed at me, but I pushed the unease aside for now.

Continuing down the corridor, it became clear I had left what I assumed was the dormitory area. The windows now opened up on one side, giving me a clear view of the courtyard below.

My gaze occasionally shifted downwards, as the added weight was hard to ignore. The thin fabric of my nightgown underneath wasn’t doing much to hide them, and it was hard to ignore the way they shifted and pulled with every step. Maybe I should have worn the white robe, after all. It would’ve been less noticeable at least.

I soon came upon a large door, distinct from the others. It wasn’t locked, just heavy. Pushing it open, I found myself in what could only be described as a grand library. I was on the second floor, surrounded by towering bookshelves filled with volumes both old and new. There were tables and chairs scattered throughout, suggesting this space was meant for study, but like the rest of the building, it was completely deserted.

I grabbed a book at random, but once again, it was some kind of religious text—this one with hymns to sing—but content-wise not that dissimilar from what I read in my room, telling stories about Saints and fantastical events that I would have expected from a fantasy novel, not a book that looked like a historical record.

Making my way down the library stairs, I exited the place and continued on my journey. Certainly, looking around might have helped, but I prioritized finding the others for now.

The next room I discovered was a classroom of sorts—chalkboard, desks, and chairs all arranged in rows. Still no sign of anyone.

Moving on, I eventually stumbled into a large dining hall. It was big enough to accommodate at least a hundred people, with long wooden tables stretching out across the room. One side of the hall opened to the inner courtyard, while the other led to what I assumed was the kitchen.

That’s when things began to feel truly strange. There was something off about this place, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The most glaring oddity was the complete lack of anything electronic. No lights, no switches—just candles along the corridor and the occasional sunlight streaming through a window. I had initially chalked it up to this being a monastery, a place that valued tradition and simplicity, but the further I ventured, the more bizarre it seemed.

When I entered the kitchen, it felt like stepping back in time. The kitchen tools—or lack thereof—were strange, but what they did use looked old, medieval even. It reminded me of an old castle I had visited once during a tour. There were no modern stoves, no refrigerators—nothing that suggested this place existed in the present day. Everything from the stone ovens to the heavy iron pots seemed to belong to another era entirely.

My confusion deepened. What kind of monastery was this? Surely, even the most traditional places would have at least some modern conveniences. Why would they use candles in the halls instead of electric lights? And why was the kitchen equipped as if it were from a time long past?

I stood there for a moment, my mind racing with questions I couldn’t answer. **What is going on here?**

---

### Status

“Yank!”

All of a sudden, I felt my arm being grabbed and pulled along.

I nearly stumbled before I caught myself. Having **** but to follow in step, or I would fall.

“I have been looking for you all around, Claire. What were you thinking, missing both the scripture readings and even morning prayer?”

“Just wait a sec, what is—”

“No time to talk. We should at least still make it to Holy Mass, and you will definitely get a rightful scolding once the Abbess finds out.”

She didn’t even let me get a word in.

“Just wait a sec, where are w—”

“We are going to the main hall, of course.”

She dragged me across the courtyard.

“That’s not what I—” I stopped for a moment. Everything seemed to slow down as I saw my reflection in the pond.

Blond hair, blue eyes, and an all-too-familiar nun’s habit. I knew who that was.

“I know you haven’t been here for long, and the sudden news…”

I blanked out my surroundings, not even hearing what she was saying, simply letting myself be dragged along.

Shortly after, I found myself in a chapel surrounded by fellow nuns and dozens of villagers. The woman had guided me to a free spot before scurrying to the front.

A long procession and reading of scriptures followed, with some religious hymns in between, but none of that mattered to me.

Neither did I find the outfits of the villagers around me strange or even the giant statue of a Goddess, which might have clued me in if I hadn’t seen my reflection before.

None of it really mattered. This wasn’t my world.

From the moment I saw my reflection, all the puzzle pieces clicked into place. Had it been **** bias, or had I avoided that possibility on purpose? At least the name should have made me wonder, but I thought the possibility too ridiculous to even consider.

“I am fucked.”

“What did you say, Sister?” a curious man asked, thinking I might have addressed him.

“Ah, no, I mean I am *blessed*,” I said, trying to cover up the fact that I had accidentally blurted my thoughts out loud.

Once he nodded and turned back to the procession, I quietly whispered,

“Status.”

At first, nothing happened, which made me nearly sigh in relief, hoping I was wrong, when suddenly a window floated in my vision, nearly transparent, and by the lack of reaction, invisible to anyone but me.

In classic Eroge style, the game featured two distinct screens. The first screen provided details for the adventure aspect of the game, displaying essential information such as your stats, class, and other gameplay metrics.

The second screen, however, was dedicated to the more explicit side of the game, showcasing a nude Claire Luxuria, several as-of-yet locked options, and a general statistic of all her lewd actions, with close-up illustrations of the relevant body parts, as of yet in pristine and unblemished condition.

The statistics involved things like:

• Number of times masturbated and number of climaxes reached via different methods.
• A counter for how often she swallowed cum, the amount in milliliters, and even a creampie counter for each of her holes.
• How much cum she got plastered with and how much she still hasn’t digested yet and is inside of her from her last sexual encounter.
• The largest cock she has taken in each hole and who claimed it first.
• Vaginal penetration, Anal penetration, group activities, exhibitionist activities, lesbian interactions—the list went on, including various fetishes and kinks.
• Overall level of submission or dominance displayed, tracked through in-game events or interactions, as well as her current level of Corruption and Lewdness, highlighted at the bottom.

I got dizzy reading half of them. I appreciated the detail when I *played* the game, but now looking at them made me shudder slightly. After looking at the screen for longer than I should have, I dismissed the second screen, leaving only the normal RPG status screen behind.

The one saving grace was that you could beat the game without engaging in any lewd scenarios as long as you picked the right choices and avoided certain areas and missions; you could play the game like any other RPG.

That second screen actually only becomes relevant if a heroine became heavily corrupted.

There were two relevant stats to consider. One was lewdness, which accumulated with different sexual interactions and unlocked lewd choices and jobs. It also reflected on your outfit, as it would change with each 5 points of lewdness you gained. But lewdness only unlocked those choices; it didn’t ****** you into any of those scenarios. You could always just say no and make another choice. Which meant that lewdness by itself was mostly harmless unless you reached a high level.

Corruption, on the other hand, was a problem as it led to unavoidable scenarios. Once a heroine gained too much corruption, she could no longer gain exp via normal methods and would instead need to engage in sexual activities to level. From that point on, the heroine would spiral downward, falling even lower if she didn’t manage to somehow clear her corruption, keeping it at bay.

Corruption would **** you into scenarios that made you gain even more corruption, making you unable to protest or resist if someone wanted to take advantage of you. Basically a form of brainwashing where your body would act against your will sometimes, and the more it accumulated, the less control you had over your actions. Any changes would be temporary at first, but if exposed for long enough, even your mind would be altered.

That was what I had to avoid at all costs. Thankfully, you didn’t gain corruption that easily unless you already had some. The main way to gain corruption was by engaging in sexual activities with demons—either being tricked by one or having lost a fight against a demon, after which a heroine could be kidnapped and, until rescued, the demon would have fun pumping his corruption into her repeatedly.

If I played my cards right, I should be able to basically ignore that second screen, but the likelihood of avoiding all sexual scenarios was slim, mainly because I have never completed the game that way.

*(Following part will be moved later on to another place.)*

More often than not, the lewd choice was basically the shortcut to both gaining gold (which you needed a lot of) and accomplishing your objective in many missions. I also had no reason to play it that way back then, as I enjoyed the sex scenes and lewd scenarios a lot.

Thankfully, I still had some time, it seems. Claire being in the monastery likely meant the hero had yet to start his journey. And from the weather outside, it was definitely somewhere around autumn instead of late winter when the game’s story began.

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### Daze

Once I had put my thoughts in order, the procession was already done, with people on their way out to start their day in earnest.

I was one of the last few remaining and had honestly not registered much.

Most of the rest of the day was a blur to me. I spaced in and out many times, staring blankly into space throughout the day, sometimes not even looking at my status screen but just gazing absentmindedly at the scenery around me.

Thankfully, the girl who woke me up this morning—Caro—noticed something was off about me, and without prodding or asking any questions, took my hand in hers and pulled me along. I would only later find out during lunch that her name was Caro.

After what amounted to a simple breakfast, we went out to the field and into the vineyard, where it turned out we weren’t just on a hill but actually inside a small valley with a village down below us.

It seemed everyone split off for different chores, and we were in line for field work that day, helping pick grapes and gather them in buckets.

We all met once again for midday prayer and lunch before classes started in the afternoon.

Not that I really paid much attention, as I silently looked around, taking all of this in. Going through the day in a daze.

Before I knew it, I found myself back in that small room I would now call my own, dropping onto the bed too exhausted to even disrobe.

This time, I took the proper stairwell on the other side of the corridor instead of the roundabout way through the library.

With my eyelids heavy and my mind exhausted, I drifted asleep.

…

After sleeping for what felt like a handful of hours, I woke up in the middle of the night. I wasn’t sure what time it was, as I had no clock around and didn’t even know when exactly I fell asleep. For all I knew, it had still been bright outside at that point, but now the moon was high in the sky, shining its soft light through my window.

I had only planned to lie down for a bit but actually fell asleep.

I must have been more shocked than I thought, as only now was I beginning to think clearly.

Going through the events of the day one by one…

For now, I had played the part of the nun Claire, following her routine and the instructions of the others as best I could.

I suppose my reconnaissance mission turned into an undercover one.

Not that it would make much of a difference even if found out. At worst, they might think Claire had a screw loose or had lost her mind, but the monastery would still do its best to raise her into a proper priest anyway, given how precious her talent was. They simply couldn’t give up on her. After all, there were fewer than a dozen people across the entire continent with her level of compatibility for divine power.

In her generation, there were likely no more than two or three comparable to her, and as it would turn out later, her talent was even greater than all the others.

So the worst they would likely do was give me house arrest, even if I told them everything. Without evidence, I would simply be a madman—or in my case now, a crazed woman, I suppose—that the church couldn’t give up on.

So as long as I didn’t do something heretical, they would likely overlook most of my oddities.

Despite the warning from the nun earlier, no scolding came after all, as if they simply let it slide. I wasn’t sure if this was normal behavior for Claire or if maybe something had happened yesterday that gave me a convenient alibi for being so out of it today.

I would need to find out at the next opportunity if I wanted to play the part.

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### A Body One Can’t Resist

Having more or less made up my mind now, I came to the next important thing as I finally stared down at my body.

While the nun habit tried, it clearly failed to hide Claire’s more generous features.

A saintess shouldn’t have breasts this large, as they tended to provoke thoughts that were less than holy.

I had noticed them throughout the day, as you could hardly ignore them given their size. And having been interrupted in the morning, I could hardly wait to finally get a feel.

Disrobing the habit, I still had the nightgown underneath, and stripping it down, I found myself basically naked with only a simple pair of panties on, illuminated by the soft light of the moon. I appreciated the sight in its full, bare glory.

Her tits stood proudly, defying gravity, no longer squeezed together by both the nightgown and the habit. They spread out, pointing in different directions.

Being naked on a mid-autumn night, it was a bit chilly, and I could feel my nipples harden in response, stiffening and turning a delicate shade of pink as they were exposed to the cool air.

I took a moment to admire the sight, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The moonlight cast shadows that accentuated the curves of my body.

My hands trembled slightly as I reached up, eager to finally satisfy the desire that had been building up all day. I cupped my breasts, feeling their weight and softness, my thumbs brushing against the hardened nipples.

“Ahh.” A soft gasp escaped my lips without my intention.

The sensation was electric, as if I had received a small jolt. I shivered slightly, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin. A feeling both foreign and exhilarating.

I slowly got used to it. The sensation was so much more vivid than anything I had felt before.

I slowly traced the curves of my breasts, marveling at their softness and the way they filled my palms.

“Mhmm.”

My thumbs circled my nipples, drawing out a moan from deep within me. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and a slight ache that left me wanting more.

As I continued to roam my breasts, I felt a warmth spread through my body, a feeling of heat within me. It was a sensation I had never experienced as such, a need that demanded to be satisfied. I felt my hand wander lower, tracing the curve of my waist, feeling the softness of my tummy, and finally reaching the forbidden area.

My breath hitched as my fingers brushed against the edge of my panties. I hesitated for a moment, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. This was uncharted territory for me, a boundary I had never crossed before, even as a man. But the desire within me was too strong to ignore.

Slowly, I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric, feeling the soft, delicate skin beneath my palm, my slightly cold fingers in stark contrast to the heated area between my thighs.

I could feel a slight jolt as I touched something moist. It was both surprising and exhilarating as I felt the warmth radiating from my core.

My fingers glided over my wet folds, slowly spreading them apart.

By now lying down in bed, I had my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation as I carefully rubbed those delicate folds, slowly spreading my pussy wider. My fingers were slick and wet as I couldn’t stop exploring and prodding. I felt a dampness slowly dripping down, covering my thighs and soaking my panties.

I gasped and squirmed, my body responding with a surge of heat. I explored further, my fingers tracing the folds of my most intimate place, feeling the wetness that had flooded my panties.

That was until I discovered a small little nubbin. I had barely grazed it, but the sensation, so intense, made me arch my back as if a lightning bolt went through my body.

“Mhmm.” A small whimper escaped my lips.

Without further ado, I pulled my panties down between my thighs and started rubbing myself in earnest. I didn’t know what I was doing, my mind in a haze as I followed my instincts.

One hand stroked my folds while the other gently prodded the little nubbin that I felt harden and throb. Despite being so small, it felt as if all my senses were bundled into that little thing, giving me an intense, tingling sensation every time I touched it.

Soft moans escaped my lips, my fingers moving in a rhythm that seemed to come naturally. The pleasure was intense, a wave that built and crashed within me, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

I lost track of time as I indulged in this newfound pleasure, my body responding to every touch, every caress. The moonlight cast a soft glow over my skin, highlighting the curves and contours of my body as I moved and writhed in the throes of this agonizingly sweet sensation.

As the pleasure built to a crescendo, I felt a sense of release, a wave of ecstasy that washed over me, leaving me trembling and breathless. I cried out softly, my body convulsing with the **** of my orgasm—my toes curling, thighs shaking as I endured a climax unlike any other. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss that left me feeling both thrilled and utterly exhausted.

My mind, fogged with euphoria, slowly began to clear as I lay there, heart pounding, body still tingling from the intensity of it all. The room was silent except for the soft sound of my breathing, and the world outside seemed distant, almost unreal compared to the storm of sensations that had just overtaken me.

I drew in a shaky breath, my chest rising and falling as I tried to ground myself in the present. The heat that had spread through me began to fade, replaced by a deep warmth. My limbs felt heavy and weak.

If you told me to stand up right now, I likely couldn’t, but nevertheless, a blissful smile graced my lips as I savored the lingering afterglow.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, my voice shaky and distinctly awed.

I hadn’t spoken much yet, unused to my new voice, but if this was how girls felt, it might not be that bad to live as one after all.

…

As I came down from the high, I looked down at myself, my skin flushed and glistening in the moonlight with a thin sheen of sweat. I shivered, this time not from any erotic sensation but actually feeling cold.

Reaching out for my blanket, I pulled my wet panties down and threw them aside. Having lain there sweaty and exhausted, my body heat dropped rapidly, and I quickly wrapped myself up. Feeling cozy and warm once again, I drifted to sleep.

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### Life in the Monastery (Part 1)

As my eyes started to flutter open, I was greeted by a familiar sight: the sun, barely rising, illuminating my room through a slit in the curtains.

My large breasts swayed as I turned away from the sunlight, hoping for a few more minutes of rest. But as fate would have it, I heard the shuffling of feet and knew I had to get up.

My hand, still in my crotch from last night’s little adventure, felt slightly moist. Ever since that day, I hadn’t spent a night without exploring my new body, finding unexpected areas I was sensitive in.

I stretched, my breasts swaying with the motion as I contorted my body, unwilling to stand up yet.

I still wasn’t used to waking up at dawn, but if I didn’t stand up soon, Caro would likely come barging into my room again.

With a **** sigh, I rolled over and crawled to the other side of the bed where my chest stood, my tits hanging down like pendulums in a teardrop shape. I honestly felt like a cow sometimes, as these two seemed to have a mind of their own. They jiggled with every slight movement and were a source of both pleasure and frustration.

I couldn’t help but sigh as I reached for the clothes I had tossed onto the chest last night. Even getting dressed had become an exercise in patience, navigating the extra width and heft made putting on unfamiliar clothes that much more challenging.

Sometimes I missed the simplicity of my old body, the ease of moving without being constantly aware of these two, and it was also much easier to put on clothes—which I never truly appreciated until now.

Your balance is slightly off as a woman, making you arch your back a bit more to counterbalance the added weight up front. I didn’t notice it at first as I was sneaking around the place, but tits my size really didn’t want to stay in place.

Every time I went up or down stairs briskly, they would bounce like crazy, and I had learned my lesson to move more carefully or to support my breasts, trying to minimize the jiggling that could be uncomfortable if I wasn’t mindful.

It wasn’t too bad in everyday life, but I remember the time I went down to the village at the foot of the valley, leaving for the first time. I sprinted down the long set of stairs, not caring at all, only to end up with sore breasts for the last few days.

I didn’t even know you could get sore breasts, and it was far from a pleasant experience, making them even more sensitive than they already are and leaving me uncomfortable throughout the day.

Bending over, they would hang down, obscuring half my vision, and I had to press them down to see anything below, leaving me with only one free hand to pick things up.

Which is why I finally decided to wear a bra after all. I had until now avoided wearing one, but considering the potential benefits, I decided to at least give it a try.

Leaning forward with my butt in the air and breasts pressed against the bed, I opened the chest and picked up the one lying on top. On first look, it was a simple white bra with nothing fancy to it. It did appear slightly pink, but it might just be the morning sun.

Not like I cared that much about it; I wasn’t wearing it to show off, nor did I want to.

…

I put my hands through the straps, and the cups onto my tits, trying and failing to get the hooks in behind my back.

It was easier said than done, as I had a hard time even keeping both sides close under the tension, and getting the hooks in was even harder.

“How do girls do this? Maybe the bra is too small?”

I climbed out of bed and bent over the chest, searching for one that seemed slightly larger, picking out one that might fit the bill—or these cow tits in my case.

I tried a different one but failed miserably as well. Once I got one hook in, I just couldn’t get the others properly aligned, and my fingers were getting tired from holding both ends under tension.

**There must be some easier way.**

After a bit of fumbling around, I tried another method. Remembering how some of the other girls put on their bras in the changing room after bathing: Some went around with their tits bare under the habit—mostly the older nuns—but among the other girls, many wore bras, and for good reason.

This time around, I put the bra backwards around my waist with the hooks up front, finally managing to put all the small hooks correctly into their respective loops.

I turned it around and tried to pull it up from below, but my large breasts didn’t make it easy. I was just pushing them up and had to resort to both jumping and bouncing on the spot.

I was kind of happy once I did manage to put it on. Finally, they would no longer get in the way as much.

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### Life in the Monastery (Part 2)

I felt the straps dig into my shoulder, but it was worth the sacrifice if this thing managed to hold these two puppies in place. They were now nice and snug, even if a bit squished, but I would get used to it eventually.

Once it was on, I glanced at myself in the small mirror I borrowed. My reflection was foreign yet familiar—long, blond hair cascading over my shoulders, framing a cute face and a body far too voluptuous to be that of a nun.

Maybe in a different one, my nipples wouldn’t poke out so much; I would have to try the others at some point.

The knock at the door startled me, just as I’d predicted.

“Caro, give me a minute!” I called out, my voice slightly panicked. Without underwear, I wouldn’t have wanted her to see me yet. It wouldn’t be the first time she saw me naked, but it was still embarrassing.

“You’re always so slow in the morning!” she retorted from the other side. Caro had no patience, but I liked her for it. She was one of the few people who always seemed to notice when I was struggling with something and helped without even asking.

I couldn’t blame her for being a little frustrated with me—I wasn’t exactly the same person she had grown used to.

Apparently, we had entered around the same time, being roommates at first…

Putting on my panties, I reached for the white tunic first and then the habit. The bra was already paying dividends, making it easier to put on the rest.

I sighed, throwing the door open and greeting her with a half-smile. She immediately crossed her arms, her eyes sweeping over my figure with a teasing glint.

“Still getting used to it, huh?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes. “You know it’s not as easy as it looks.”

Caro chuckled, stepping past me into the room. “I don’t envy you. That’s a lot to handle,” she said, gesturing to my chest before flopping down on my bed.

“Yours swelled like ripe fruits during harvest season.”

“The village boys are often catching glimpses during prayer. If you ever think of quitting being a nun, finding a boy won’t be much trouble for you.”

“Caroline!” I sighed with mock anger. When I was troubled, she gave me space, helping me silently, but once she noticed “I was back to normal,” she started teasing me.

Caro wasn’t especially endowed, with a lithe frame, brown hair, and a cute yet mischievous expression.

Not all girls here stay as nuns. Many are sent by their families to the monastery to receive an education in exchange for donations, some even being of lesser nobility—though they kept it quiet, as at least in theory everyone was treated equally, with the same amount of chores and responsibilities regardless of birth, and only based on personal effort. That was the theory, but obviously, the church gave preferential treatment to those with decent compatibility for divine power, wanting them to stay and taking them in even without demanding anything in exchange.

Some girls are from orphanages the church manages; others come from local churches or are village girls recommended by a priest. And as mentioned, others still are only here for the education, Caroline being one of them, as she will likely leave the church once the curriculum is done—unless she manages to learn multiple holy spells. But her talent is average; it would likely take her several years.

Her family owned something close to a ranch selling and renting out horses, so even if she only learned *Bless* or *Purify*, which most nuns could do, it would already benefit her family.

They had come here around the same time, befriending each other when they were roommates for a short while, but had apparently grown distant once Claire started studying all day long, trying to be a proper nun and striving to become a priestess. At that point, the extent of her talent was noticed as she easily acquired all the base holy spells, making her an apprentice priestess already, which some needed years if not decades of devotion to achieve.

And Caroline had missed teasing the old Claire before she got all serious and stuck up on theology, as she described, and was delighted to have her old Claire back.

I felt kind of guilty, but I suppose it was better that way, and honestly, without Caro’s help, I would have been pretty lost over the last few days.

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### Life in the Monastery Overview

Scripture readings, morning prayer, and Holy Mass made up my usual morning.

I had used the time to write down all the things I remembered from the game.

While I obviously couldn’t always be seen writing something, it wasn’t unusual to take notes during scripture readings to ask questions about the context later on. Unlike class, which was only for the young girls, the scripture readings were mandatory for all to participate in. The stories weren’t so different from religious stories on Earth, but unlike back home, these stories actually happened in this world and were historical recountings, if slightly embellished ones.

During morning prayer, we sang hymns—simpler ones we would sing again during Holy Mass alongside the villagers who come by. At first, I only lip-synced, pretending to sing along, but as they were made for the masses, I could already sing pretty well, at least during Holy Mass.

A simple breakfast would follow, after which we would go on and do our assigned chores. I was still on vineyard duty together with Caro, having volunteered for it.

They would rotate chores, each having a turn, not even excluding the senior nuns. Though from what I heard, laundry duty was the most labor-intensive, followed by kitchen duty.

During lunch, we all sat together at a large table, with Caro usually sitting close by.

A short prayer, and we would begin to eat, and I had to admit to being positively surprised by the food. Whoever the cook was knew how to make something delicious out of simple ingredients, and the portions weren’t small either.

It sounded paradoxical, but the monastery was actually quite well-off, receiving donations from surrounding lords for blessings, as well as producing and selling wine from its own vineyards.

I had listened in to conversations during lunch that a neighboring rural lord would come visit for his newborn child to be blessed.

The monastery was the largest church in this rural area, and besides being a place of worship, it was also a hospital of sorts, with a small detached building a bit farther away that held a dozen beds for the sick and ill. In a world where medicine was quite limited and alchemy experimental and expensive, normal people would rather trust tried-and-proved treatment with the help of holy powers.

Which is why surrounding lords would seek out the monastery if someone in their family got sick, and donate regularly. Of course, the monastery’s main purpose was being a place of worship and learning, with the hospital making up only a small part and often being unoccupied, from what I heard.

As for the reason I volunteered for vineyard duty?

The monastery actually had a communal bath, and it was a sight for sore eyes—dozens of women completely naked, bunched together, enjoying a bath, with me in the middle of it. Obviously, they weren’t doing anything sexual, but just being able to enjoy the sight of their naked bodies moving around and bathing made my day a little happier.

It was like a reward at the end of a hard workday, after numerous chores I was still getting used to.

While not as large as mine, most girls my age were well-endowed, and among the older nuns, some had tits so large you could use them as pillows.

If heaven existed, this is what I imagined it looking like.

The first time I entered the communal bath, I had been quite stunned, as I didn’t expect it—bare asses and breasts everywhere I looked.

Normally, everyone just takes a bath whenever they need, with a few nuns here each evening. But during harvest season, with most nuns helping along, the bath was filled with us all bathing together after getting dirty and sweaty in the vineyard.

I got to enjoy a sight that made all the effort worth it.

We had some free time after lunch before classes began. I usually either spent it with Caro or inside the library. The other girls seemed to look up to Claire for already being an apprentice priestess, but also kept their distance, as it seemed Claire had been quite difficult to approach before.

The Claire in the game had been quite driven and one to stand up for her ideals, so I guessed for those not as passionate as her, she might have been difficult to approach.

As for classes, I was in a bit of an awkward situation there, as the teachers didn’t even ask me stuff, thinking I already knew it—which was both a blessing and a curse.

Things like “Isn’t that right, Claire?” or “Do you have something to add?” put me in an awkward situation where I could only nod and pretend as if I knew all that stuff. Though thankfully, the classes weren’t long, only going on for an hour each day, with a lot attributed to self-study, and the teachers mostly explaining stuff to us and only rarely asking questions.

The Abbess herself taught us with the help of a few senior nuns who rotated.

Mother Superior (the way the Abbess was addressed by us) was responsible for the Monastery and was the highest-ranking priestess in this small region of the Kingdom. If she wanted to, she could have easily stayed in one of the major churches in a big city, but instead decided to lead this Monastery in the middle of nowhere.

The hero’s party would pass here in the hope of a healer joining them. But overall, there wasn’t much around besides a dozen villages and a few ruins—or at least that’s all I knew, as I usually sped through the beginning to get to the juicy parts later in the game, which I kind of regret now.

As for why the hero’s party comes here specifically, it’s because to be officially acknowledged as a priest/priestess, one had to have the ability to use healing magic and go on a pilgrimage for a year at a minimum—visiting other churches and holy sites as well as gaining “worldly knowledge and spiritual enlightenment,” or at least that is what’s written in one of my textbooks.

During those times, it wasn’t uncommon for them to join adventurer parties to travel with.

That is all well and good, but thankfully months away at this point. It was the middle of autumn, and Claire would only start her pilgrimage once winter was approaching its end.

At least for now, I had time to adjust and slowly get used to this world.

*(This is an overview of Claire’s daily life early on and the Monastery’s situation, which I plan to later flesh out into multiple short stories—like her first time in the communal bath, struggling with new chores, and her first experiences as a woman. For now, this chapter will stand in place of those to give a general idea of how her life is going here.)*

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### Exploring One’s Body

After the communal bath this morning, I relaxed back in my room, the images of all those naked women around me still arousing a slight blush after my first time in there.

Lying back in bed, I noticed that my nipples were slightly stiff, and I felt a soft tingling sensation from them.

I was still getting used to them randomly getting stiff, sometimes at inconvenient times. It wasn’t only due to arousal but sometimes because of how the fabric chafed against them or when exposed to the cold air after leaving the hot bath.

From small nipples, they would grow to pencil erasers, feeling tender and distracting.

As they were noticeably more swollen when I was really aroused, I could feel the difference, even if it was slight.

I poked one with my nail, the sensation far more vivid now that they were stiff and swollen. The hard nail easily dented it in slightly, leaving me with a prickling sensation that felt quite pleasant.

During the day, it was simply distracting and sometimes even annoying, but lying in bed relaxing and not having to worry about anyone coming in, I could instead enjoy the sensation.

Squeezing them made me gasp lightly, the sensation making my body react without my consent. I have noticed it ever since my first time exploring my new body, but it was really difficult for me to keep quiet.

My natural reaction as a woman overwrote any conscious effort to keep my lips sealed once aroused enough. If it was only a little, I could keep quiet, but once I got really into it and was close, I would sometimes need to press my face into a pillow to muffle my moans.

Claire was quite vocal, I remembered, having a hard time keeping quiet even when she desperately wanted other people not to notice her—when she was being taken advantage of in one form or another, hidden from view.

Be it in a toilet stall, under the table, stuck in a wall, or behind a curtain, she always ended up making some noise and having to make up excuses. But now I knew that was simply her nature, as her body naturally wanted to vocalize her pleasure.

It also just felt right; letting my voice out left me far more satisfied than suppressing it, which was kind of a bummer here. While the walls of the monastery were thick, I couldn’t be sure nobody overheard me.

All the while distracted by random thoughts, I continued teasing my two little pencil erasers, receiving a deliciously blissful sensation of both a little pain and pleasure as I pulled and twisted them slightly.

They were soft to the touch and easy to dent and squeeze despite me clearly feeling how swollen they were. And when I wasn’t somewhere public, I didn’t mind them getting a little hard.

Especially when I wasn’t in the mood to masturbate right away, playing with them would help me get aroused.

After some teasing and prodding, I felt my pussy grow moist despite not having touched it at all. Once really aroused, I could feel it slightly puff up, and my clit would also get swollen, becoming that much more sensitive compared to before—making me conscious of the fact that I felt needy, and I wasn’t one to suppress the feeling, instead starting to enjoy it slightly.

Foreplay had been far more effective for me ever since I became a woman; the longer I stretched it, the greater the reward was in the end. As if all the built-up teasing was suddenly combined and released all at once when I finally started playing with my clit. The center of all my sensations—this little nubbin—was excruciatingly sensitive once I was properly aroused basically like a little joystick to my heart.

My body would involuntarily buck and turn as the sensation was sometimes too intense to keep any semblance of control over myself at times. If I really wanted to I could but it would come at the cost of distracting me and ruining the moment.

I was truly fascinated with this body of mine as I slowly inched myself closer to orgasm.

I quickly turned around and moaned loudly into my pillow my hips buckling and legs shaking as I was once again overwhelmed by the blissfully sweet and lasting sensation of climax I experienced as a woman. As a men you barely get a few seconds to enjoy it but a woman's orgasm can last tens of seconds and keep you quivering for up to half a minute.

(Scientifically accurate, women enjoy far longer orgasms from 13 up to 51 seconds which allows them to theoretically chain multiple ones in a row overlapping each other)

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Dress up (part 1)

Calming down and drying off the bit of sweat that accumulated with a soft white towel I sat up again.

I had come to my room right after the communal bath and there was still 20-25 minutes before lunch so I had some time left.

Standing up so early was hard but it also meant you could get a-lot done in a day.

After breakfast which followed the ending of Holy Mass at around 7:30 we would all go do our respective assignments until around 11 o’clock at which point most of us would meet at the communal bath again before lunch. It wasn’t usually like this but only during harvest season which would last from late September until early October for our specific sort of wine grapes. Others I heard might have harvest season as late as November or as early as August depending on the sort of wine they were going for.

Today had also been the first time I participated in the grape stomping. Caro and I together shared a large wooden tub the size of small a bathtub.

Removing our shoes and socks we would hold up our skirts and start stomping the grapes into mush. It was a ticklish sensation and more fun than I expected especially as I saw how enthusiastic Caro was. It was definitely more fun than picking them even if our feet ended up all sticky and covered in grape juice it didn’t much matter as we would go bathing right after.

When I searched for a bra this morning I noticed that there were some more clothes and especially underwear hidden under all the bedding. I hadn’t noticed it before as there was no need to completely empty the thing and as I rummaged around this time I caught a glimpse of some panties peeking out from under all those bedsheets and pillow cases.

Caro had arrived right after and I had been struggling with my bra at that point so I didn’t pay it much attention, but now having some free time I picked up the bedsheets and pillow cases out of my chest and piled them up on top of my bed for now.

What greeted me was quite a different assortment of clothes than what I had seen until now.

I had honestly thought she only had nun habits as clothes but I guess I was wrong after all.

There weren’t many pieces but among them were some casual clothes and most notably of all more fancy underwear. I had worn plain white panties from the first day since I woke up and all her other easily reachable underwear was comparably modest and simple as well.

I picked up the once at the very top inspecting them.

They were white like her other undies but had a blue ribbon in the middle and came with lace decorations. I thought they looked quite cute even if I didn’t plan to wear them I was still curious what else was hidden away.

Only when I lifted them of the other clothes high enough did I notice that the lace was actually see through given them a more mature vibe now that I had a better look. The material was incredibly soft and weighted close to nothing.

I put them aside for now looking at the other hidden treasures.

There was a white sweater for cold days and a dotted skirt I found rather unappealing. I was technically wearing a skirt every day as I was getting used to going around in my habit but honestly it felt closer to going around in a bathrobe considering how long the skirt was so I had no problem with it. If it was any shorter I couldn’t say the same but for now I didn’t mind it too much.

Next followed more cute panties and an actual garter belt with straps to attach tights to. I had some white and black tights among my socks which I had worn when I masturbated earlier, but haven’t yet worn outside. I suppose when the weather gets colder I will likely start wearing them daily as I had no pants and it didn’t seem like there were any here either.

Going through the stuff I put aside the boring ones for now and was left with a few quite enticing pieces I tried out.

One of which was a corset with a short near transparent skirt pushing up my breasts even more than they usually are. It covered them only up to my nipples leaving space for a very deep cleavage if I were to wear a dress with a fitting cutout for them.

They were already big enough as is but with this I looked like a cup size larger. Not that I really cared as they were only for me to enjoy but I suppose men would find them even more enticing this way as I honestly couldn’t keep my own gaze away.

Taking up different poses and angles I just enjoyed the way it look on me. Call me shallow but it was quite enjoyable looking at a pretty girl striking poses and waving her breasts around even if it was myself in that girls body.

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Dress up (part 2)

Next to it had been a green dress with a very generous cutout, likely meant to be worn together with the corset, so I pulled it over my head giving myself a once over.

My gaze immediately shifted downwards as my boobs looked utterly massive in this dress, the combination of a corset and a dress with such a deep cleavage really emphasised how well endowed Claire was.

After having a bit of fun swirling left and right seeing them follow the motion I decided to try some of the other clothes in the chest.

At least in my own room I didn’t feel much shame trying out something new even if I would never go out like this.

Not all of them were necessarily more mature some were quite cute I suppose, though they were definitely more enticing than her nun habit. The clothes ranged from casual wear to a few more formal dresses with very deep cleavage.

There were a couple outfits though I couldn’t wear them all as some were already too small, likely being Claires old clothes before her grow spurt, leaving me mostly with her mother’s clothes who likely was similarly well endowed to her.

For example when I tried out a smaller white dress the front part would simply hang down from my chest only going down to around my panty area like an oversized t-shirt with the rest being bunched up on top not fitting past my breasts.

Putting on her other old clothes was practically impossible as they would get stuck on her breasts as well stretching around them and not allowing me to put them on properly either.

Though that wasn’t a problem when it came to the underwear at-least the panties all fit even if that couldn’t be said of the bras and other tighter dresses.

Making one white and one yellow dress useless as I couldn’t even put them on with how tight they were around the waist areas plus a bunch of her old bras that didn’t fit anymore and Claire seemed to have stowed away leaving only the usable once on top.

Still the white sweater actually fit and so did the two skirts that I found. One dotted black skirt and one white skirt both going down to around my knees.

I wasn’t much of a fan of the dotted one but the white skirt with the white sweater looked decent and I especially liked the new panties I found. Being nice and snug and slightly transparent on top made for an enticing view. As did the sweater emphasising my chest quite well and feeling comfy.

I suppose it wasn’t meant for my current chest size either as the collar got stretched a bit to reveal part of my cleavage but otherwise it actually still fit quite well and I really liked the soft fabric against my skin.

I also tried the same sweater with a new bra I found this time around.

It had a band going around my waist for added support.

The result being that my boobs stood out even more than before with the bra holding them up nicely and the shoulder straps not digging in as much as the other one I wore today.

There was a clear difference between bras that actually held up my breasts and those that squished them down. Both held them in place sure but it seems Claire consciously choose to wear those that squished them down and made her chest appear more modest instead.

She seems to have been self conscious about her size.

At-least within her age group she had the largest breasts among the girls here from what I saw until now during communal baths. Though some did come close I don’t think any of the girls were bigger than her.

Therefore anything Claire wore no matter how innocent would instantly turn lewd simply due to her massive breasts and well cushioned and very spankable ass. I would know for I had tried, I was experimenting with different things while masturbating though spanking myself was rather embarrassing I had to admit.

Until now I had found 2 of my mother’s dresses a green and a blue one with deep cleavage, a grey/white sweater and two skirts alongside the corset and garter belt I still haven’t tried.

The other stuff Claire had already grown out of.

(Cut off right now, will add the rest later)