by more than one person

Aether eventually dragged himself out of Jean’s bed late in the morning, leaving the Acting Grand Master sprawled out on her back, legs still spread, belly swollen, and a dreamy, fucked-stupid smile on her face. She was leaking rivers of his cum onto the sheets and weakly waving him off with a hoarse “Go… explore the city… I’ll be here… recovering…”

He cleaned up just enough to look presentable, then wandered out into Mondstadt with a satisfied spring in his step.

The city was beautiful in that same hyper-charged way everything felt here. People went about their day with zero shame — a couple making out heavily against a wall near the fountain, a shopkeeper getting a lazy blowjob from his assistant behind the counter, girls giggling as they compared creampies from last night’s fun. Aether took it all in with a grin, buying some food, chatting with a few locals, and just soaking up the vibe.

Eventually his feet carried him up the steps toward the towering Cathedral in the center of the city. The grand doors were open, and the interior was quiet, sunlight filtering through stained glass. It smelled faintly of incense and sex.

That’s when he spotted her.

Rosaria was leaning against one of the massive pillars near the altar, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Her nun habit was modified as always — the front opened low to show off her impressive cleavage, the skirt slit high up her thighs, fishnets hugging her long legs. She looked bored, but her sharp red eyes locked onto Aether the moment he stepped inside.

“Well, well. You must be the Traveler everyone’s buzzing about,” she drawled, exhaling a slow plume of smoke. Her gaze raked over him shamelessly, lingering on the obvious bulge in his pants. “Jean’s been walking funny all morning and Lisa won’t stop smirking. You work fast.”

She pushed off the pillar and sauntered closer, hips swaying with lazy confidence. The faint scent of smoke and something sweeter clung to her.

“I’m Rosaria. Sister on paper, professional slacker in practice.” She took another drag, then smirked. “Heard you’ve got some kind of insane cock magic. That true? Or are the girls just exaggerating because they’re cock-drunk?”

Aether stepped right into her space, reaching out to tug lightly at the front of her habit, exposing even more of her pale tits. “Only one way to find out.”

Rosaria’s smirk widened into something hungry. She didn’t pull away. Instead she ground her hips forward, pressing her thigh against his growing erection.

“Bold. I like that.” She flicked her cigarette aside, not caring where it landed. “Most people pray for blessings here. You look like you came to breed one of the sisters instead.”

She turned, deliberately bending over the edge of a nearby pew, flipping the back of her habit up over her ass. No panties underneath — just her bare, already slightly wet pussy and tight asshole on full display.

“Church is mostly empty right now,” she said casually, looking back over her shoulder with a teasing glint in her eyes. “So go ahead, Traveler. Knock me up if you think you can. I’ve been skipping my duties anyway. Might as well make myself useful as a proper cumdump for once.”

She reached back with one hand and spread her pussy lips invitingly, showing off her tight pink entrance.

“Don’t hold back. I want to see if you’re really as dangerous as they say~”

Rosaria wiggled her ass at him, clearly eager and completely shameless, waiting for him to claim his next target right there in the middle of the Cathedral.