A Surprise Visit

I stare at my clothes, which just grew wings and flew away from me, and they are currently clutched tightly to Melanie's chest.

"Uh… excuse me?" I ask.

"The sisters were right," the nun speaks while slowly approaching me from the doorway. Her voice is so mischievously playful, it almost sounds like she is singing. "We really do have a golden-haired beauty in the convent."

Never in my life have I been called that.

"W-What?"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. This is just a part of orientation."

She stops beside my bed and leans in toward me. I can taste the sweetness from her breath.

The twins don't look like they are going to do anything except for watching while giggling.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"I am Sister Abigail, and I will be the one taking care of you."

Taking care of me? This can't be happening. Abigail sits down on the bed so close to me, her behind is grazing my hip.

I try to move out of the way, but I can't, and it's not like my inner desires are telling me not to or anything filthy like that. My limbs literally do not react to me. It's as if I am bound down onto the bed by invisible cuffs.

Melanie is praying again. Is she the one doing this?

"Don't struggle, dear. You are going to enjoy this."

There is an impurity in Abigail's voice that I would have never expected to hear from a nun. She lightly rests her slender finger on my collarbone and slowly, she begins moving it down and caressing my chest.

"Hey, stop that!" I call out.

Abigail ignores me. She bends down and gently blows on my skin while her finger travels farther down south.

God damn. If I had to guess a place where this would happen to me, a religious convent would be at the bottom of that list.

"Stop!" I continue trying to break free from this unknown bind, but it's not working out at all.

"Relax, and just enjoy, honey," Abigail says.

Does she really need to change up a nickname for every sentence? I doubt this woman even knows my actual name.

Abigail leans in more and connects her velvet lips to my skin. Her breath is warm, and her hand is getting more adventurous by the second.

Her titillating touch sends chills down my spine.

I can feel my dignity beginning to crumble with every movement she makes.

When Abigail's hand is just about to slide under my pants, a new voice calls out from the doorway.

"Sister Abigail!"

Abigail sighs and stops with whatever she was doing just before it was about to be too late. She turns to the doorway.

There is another nun that I haven't seen before trying to break out of Melody's hold to storm into the room. Rage firing out of her eyes like Lohikaarmi's flames. She is between Abigail's age and mine. Short and curly brown hair, with a shade almost bright enough to be called blonde, rests on her shoulders.

"Sister Mia," Abigail says, "Why did interrupt me when it was just about to get good?"

"I knew it! You indecent witch! You are trying to pull this again! I told you there was not to be a second time!" Mia shouts and shoots her finger aggressively at Abigail.

Oh, what happened for this to be a second time?

"Watch your accusations, Sister Mia. It's different this time," Abigail says, calm and collected, a world away from Mia's lividness.

"How is it different?!"

"Just look at him."

Mia glances her sharp gaze over to me. The rage in her eyes extinguishes for a split second, and it's overtaken by surprise, but Mia quickly clears her throat and snaps back.

"T-That doesn't mean anything! Get out of the room right now! And Sister Melody, unhand me this second!"

Melody doesn't budge.

"Forgive me, Sister Mia. This is for the greater good!" Melody says.

Abigail walks over to Mia. "Let her go, Sister Melody. We can't continue now. Sister Mia has ruined all the fun."

"Aww," Melody releases her from her lock.

Mia seizes Abigail's hand and drags her out of the room. As they are leaving, Abigail turns around and waves her fingers.

"See you later," her lips read.

After Mia closes the door on their way out, my body returns to me.

"What the fuck…" I mumble to myself as I twist my wrist around, getting a feel of having control over my limbs again.

The room is suddenly quiet now, and not ten seconds later, the sound of heavy footsteps begins increasing outside in the hallway.

"Kris, what happened?" Faye bursts through the door. Her eyes scan the room and land on my shirtless body.

"Eek!" She yelps and turns around.

"Where did those nuns come from?" Astra asks as she appears in the doorway after Faye.

Her eyes freeze for a second as she sees me lying on the bed, and then, her face brightens up like the rising sun.

"No… t-those nuns… Kris!" She exclaims with a gaping smile and rushes toward me.

"Stay away! Whatever you think happened didn't happen."

Barely.

"Lohikaarmi! Restrain Astra!" I yell.

A breeze blows into the room, and Lohikaarmi appears behind the sprinting little girl, holding her up above the floor.

Damn, what an overpowered servant.

"Are you harmed, Master?" She asks.

"No."

Not physically, at least, but my dignity will need some time to recover from this.

"May I ask what happened? We heard yelling coming from here," Lohikaarmi says.

"Nothing happened. Just had a surprise visit, that's all," I say, trying to sound as ignorant as possible.

"W-Where are your clothes, Kris?" Faye asks with her back turned toward me.

I clear my throat and say, "Yeah, about that…"

It looks like Sister Melanie never planned on returning my clothes.

Astra turns to her captor and says, "Lohikaarmi, do you not want to find out what happened to your master when we were gone?"

"I do, but I shall not go against my Master's wishes."

"Damn, you gotta know how to loosen up a little bit."

So, what now? I never considered buying a backup outfit in case my first one was snatched by telekinetic and nymphomaniac nuns.

"W-What?" Faye says as my tailcoat and shirt float back into the door, through the room, and land on the ground beside me. She and I stare at the strange occurrence.

Well, problem solved, at least.

"Kris, what is happening with your clothes? And what was the surprise visit about?" Faye asks.

"We don't need to talk about any of it."

I stand up from the bed and pick up my shirt and coat.

"I have just as many questions as you guys," I say, "but let's just move on and forget anything that happened."

"But we don't know anything that happened," Astra whines.

"And I don't mind keeping it that way."