Chapter 7: The Result of Letting Things Build Up (18+)

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Over these past four days, the hypnosis I've been casting on her has continued unabated.

In other words, her desire to sniff something has grown stronger each day. Normally, she would have released that tension by inhaling the scent of my underwear, but now she can't do that anymore.

There's a huge difference between being able to refrain from doing something and not having any choice at all.

When I touched her head upon returning home, she seemed more focused on picking up my body odor than the fact that I had actually laid hands on her, judging by her twitching nose.

After enduring so long without giving in, she finally has what she craves within reach.

And it's no ordinary prize: These are the pants worn daily for four straight days, trudging through the forest until drenched in sweat.

They must reek terribly.

So what would happen if Maria, who had been deprived of such sensations for so long, finally got her hands on them?

"Haaaah... Haaaaan... Ahhhhhh... ♡ Noo... I shouldn't, but... ♡ Snff... Nnnnghh... ♡ Haaah... So smellyyy... It smells soo bad... ♡"

If someone told me she was getting high right now, I'd believe it.

Just four days ago, she was wrinkling her nose and calling my odor disgusting, yet now she seemed to want nothing more than to keep sniffing. Her droopy eyes were practically melting out of their sockets, and saliva dripped from her slack jaw.

The drool trickled down her soft lips and chin, falling drop by drop onto the floor below. But she paid it no mind, desperately focused on inhaling the scent of my underwear.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Mr. Priest Ain ♡ This isn't how it's supposed to beee ♡ Haaaah... I can't stop myself ♡"

The mask of her serious, kind demeanor had fallen away, revealing a depraved woman who could traumatize children for life.

Heh-heh-heh!

Yes, this is it! This is exactly what I wanted to see!

Right before my eyes, there's a prim and proper girl secretly indulging her erotic desires with abandon!

Oh man, no way. I want to push her down right now. Those luscious mounds seem made solely for tempting men, and I want to squeeze them, suck on them, pound my cock into her until she gets pregnant!

As I reach out with my right hand to do just that, my left hand stops me.

Calm down.

Take it easy...me.

Sure, that would be nice too.

I could use footage of her disgraceful behavior as blackmail, forcing her to submit to even more debauchery while I violate her at will.

That could certainly count as a fantasy of sorts—not a noble one, but definitely a filthy man's dream. But that isn't me. At least, not anymore.

Why else did I spend twenty years preparing myself in the royal capital?

What other reason was there for all my efforts since arriving in this town?

"P-p-please forgive me! Forgive this foolish one! O-goddess-samaaaa... Pleaseee... Make it smell even more! I want it to stink even worse!"

Instead of clasping her hands together and praying desperately, Maria begged for forgiveness while clutching her dirty panties tightly to her nose.

Any decent priest who witnessed such depravity would probably go insane, but the sight made my cock rock-hard, my balls throbbing painfully.

This was different from earlier, when she had cautiously sniffed at the air with restraint.

Now, she snorted like a desperate pig, her body trembling violently as she moved with frenzied intensity.

The bulging habit barely contained her soft flesh, which jiggled loosely with every motion.

I wanted to touch her.

To squeeze her.

To sink my teeth into her.

But...

No.

...Okay.

I'm starting to calm down now. It's all right, me. Sorry about that, past self.

I must have worried you, but I'm okay now. Let this be a renewed vow: I'll strive for my dreams once more.

Just forgive me if I bend the rules just a little bit sometimes...

"Oh noooo! The priest's underwearrrr! This is so wrong, buuuut!" Maria whined as she knelt there sniffing incessantly, drool pooling on the ground below her. "Even though it stinks, whyyy? Why does it smell so good?! Ahhh, I can't take it! I can't stand it anymoreee! I'm sorryyyyy! Forgive meeee! I'm sorrry for being such a perverttt!"

Her mouth was probably overflowing with saliva by now, forming a small lake beneath her chin. She seemed reluctant even to waste time swallowing, preferring instead to continue inhaling the scent of my pants unabated. Though part of me wanted to watch her like this indefinitely, maybe it's time to move things along a bit further.

This is all thanks to a trick of the wind.

Nature's doing, one might say—in other words, the will of the world itself.

Despite her frenzied sniffing, there's still some distance between my underwear and her nose.

Her rational mind probably won't let her actually bury her face in these dirty pants just yet.

So, with a playful gust of wind (or perhaps just a nudge), I press them right up against her face.

"Hnnn?! .....Fuhh♡ Fuhhh♡ Fuuu♡ Fuhooooo♡ O♡ooooh♡♡ ooo♡♡"

I timed this maneuver precisely to coincide with her inhale.

The smell of my body odor at point-blank range fills her nostrils and floods her lungs completely.

Through the mask of fabric covering her face, her blue eyes rapidly cycle through various expressions—shock, pain, enjoyment, corruption...

"Oh...♡ Ohh♡ oh♡...oh♡oh♡oh♡!"

With a thud,

she drops from her kneeling position onto the ground. The plump flesh of her ample rear squirms as she collapses, straining the already-tight Sister outfit to its limits, threatening to rip it apart.

"Ahhh...♡ Th♡a♡nk y♡ou♡♡"

Spasm ♡ Spasm ♡

As Maria writhes in tiny convulsions, the temperature around her body rises slightly.