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I Reincarnated As My Waifu, What Do? 19
🕑 Added 2022-12-01 03:36:44 +0000 UTC"Is it weird to enjoy looking at someone I may or may not have feelings for, not quite sure yet, seduce an old clergyman?" I asked.
"That depends," Sister Amalia said. "Are you feeling sexual satisfaction from the thought that your cousin is going to seduce an old man, or are you just feeling satisfaction that our plans are going almost disturbingly well?"
"Yes," I replied, nodding to myself.
"Then yes, yes you are weird, your highness."
Well then, that was my evaluation, I suppose. I might just be a little bit of a weirdo. Luckily, the Cathedral at the capital had many nooks, crannies, corners, alcoves and hidey holes from which I could track Ruy's process as he went about playing a cute little nun with a secret. Which, in hindsight, was a stupid thing to keep track of.
I can literally just open my senses to my skills, and let the power of my Privilege and the Succubus skill guide me. At some point, it seems I've become an individual very well suited to intrigue, deception, seduction and spying.
"How is he doing?" Sister Amalia asked.
We were holed up in a room of the Cathedral, with the excuse that she was giving me spiritual advice. The rumor we'd made sure to spread beforehand, of course, was that the Princess was dealing with a particularly bad case of female hysteria, as it was described. I have absolutely no idea what that means, but Sister Amalia assured me that it would keep prying eyes away from this room. Something about my father going as far as executing anyone who would try to get a glimpse at us in here.
"Well, he has certainly caught the attention of a couple people. The most important target has already bit the bait," I explained, as I focused on the images on my head. Ruy was speaking with an overly affectionate clergyman. A bishop, a bit over fifty years old, tall and broad shouldered, with only a bit of a paunch.
Quite a few holy men were former wanderers and travelers. The Gods appreciated strength, it was said, and as such, a lot of the clergy had skills that enhanced their body, resulting in large muscles.
"I'm jealous that these people can build up muscles so easily," I spoke, frowning. "Barely any training and they can work off all their body fat," I did not whine, I just... protested the unfairness of it all.
"There are those who would kill for a body that can get as strong as you want it to get, without becoming musclebound, Princess," Sister Amalia said. "That Succubus skill of yours is quite interesting."
"Well, what if I want to seduce someone who likes muscles, huh? It would do me no good then! And maybe I WANT to look in the mirror and see a set of tightly trimmed abdominal muscles, tanned in a beautiful shade of bronze," I spoke, thinking of what I'd look like. Glorious. Maybe I could also grow a little bit taller too...
"Stop fantasizing about yourself, and make sure to pay attention," Sister Amalia said, passing a page of her book.
"I miss when you were worried about my royal position," I commented, "you wouldn't make those sorts of comments back then."
She rolled her eyes, flipping another page, raising her legs onto the soft couch. "Yes, yes, the dignified, beautiful, ignorant and innocent Princess Noire of Trom, a beauty the likes of which the world has never seen, as strong as a daughter of the Warrior King should be..." she spoke, raising a hand, "well, there's only so many times you can have wild orgiastic and perverted sex with someone before the grandeur loses its luster."
"Next time I'll ask the boys to be gentle with you," I sniped, bitterly.
"You wouldn't dare," she replied icily. "If you ruin my good times I swear I'll-"
"Hold it, they're up to Tobias' study," I spoke, and I focused my senses on what was happening within.
Ruy was short, slim and had a bit of a babyface. With a bit of makeup, appropriate clothes, and a stance that helped, he could easily pass as a much younger boy than his true age. While he certainly wouldn't pass muster before anyone who looked too deeply into him, I'd hoped that his undeniable cuteness would be sufficient to make Bishop Tobias bite, and well, he very much had.
With that slutty little nun's habit, and the special lingerie we'd got for him, there was no way that corrupt bastard wouldn't go for him. A vulnerable nun with a secret, a juicy one...
"Alright, they're in... And it's working. Amalia, go get the people ready. Anybody trustworthy, we need witnesses now... They're already starting."
Indeed.
Bishop Tobias had already drawn Ruy to his study and locked the door.
In fact, by now, the bishop had already made Ruy sit on top of the man's desk and hiked up Ruy's undercoat, revealing the juicy secret that we'd 'accidentally' slipped to the Bishops. It took a bit of work, but luckily, I didn't have to do any of it, in order to get Ruy in, and to engineer the situation in which he was exposed.
And exposed he was. The old, well muscled bishop was playing with Ruy's cock through his panties, calling him all sorts of names. Some of them were quite cute, and I was sad to say that I would most likely not be able to use several of them because they'd likely be associated with a bad experience.
Still, despite the fact that I could tell Ruy was uncomfortable with the situation, his trained slut body was getting aroused nonetheless. Though the situation was uncommon, and the dirty talk a bit overbearing, the muscular bishop did land within Ruy's strike zone for men. Rugged, strong looking, masculine... honestly part of me wished he was my kind of corrupt, rather than what he truly was.
Soon enough, the bishop fished Ruy's dick out of the lacy yellow pair of panties, a "fuck me" pair designed to enhance the cuteness of his bulge. His cock, freed from restraint, rose to the occasion and presented itself before the bishop, stiff as a board and hard as a rock.
I more or less went through a metaphoric headscrubbing for the words the bishop used to describe Ruy's cock. It might be small, but as someone who has had it in both of my holes, I can absolutely tell you that size is not what matters, it's the motion of the ocean! Seems like the bishop agreed to some extent, at least he thought it cute.
Cute enough to eat, apparently.
I don't think I like watching Ruy get his dick sucked by another man, at least, not through his eyes. The Bishop might be muscular and strong, but his face was less than ideal, and his blowjob face was even worse. At least Ruy seemed to be enjoying it.
Ruy gripped the edge of the bishop's desk, trembling. I could tell by the power of my Succubus skill and my Privilege that Ruy was... not actually enjoying this very much. Without a penis, I can't exactly make a judgment on the matter, but I suppose if people can be bad at eating me out, I would imagine that someone could be bad at sucking someone else off.
With how up his own ass and focused on his own pleasure the Bishop seemed to be, it actually didn't shock me that he was bad at blowjobs.
He seemed to go through the motions, but was mostly interested in Ruy's taste and in talking about how corrupt, and evil, and all sorts of things, Ruy was for his sinful body, about how the bishop would help him by purifying him, blessing him.
Naturally, all the blessings would come straight from the Bishop's balls via his dick. Tobias finished getting a good taste out of Ruy, and then had the boy lay on his back.
Amalia, you better be quick, the last thing I want is for Ruy to associate anal sex with this man... huh.
I thought his dick would be more impressive, it's rather average all things considered. For all the boasting he'd been doing about his purification tool as he called it...
Oh! There she is! Amalia was ready. The order was given, and Amalia received it. She gathered her nerves and then ordered the Templar Knight with her to bust down the door to the Bishop's office.
The Knight first attempted to open it, but found it to be locked. When the bishops were in, their doors were to remain open at all times. Part of the Church's philosophy was, after all, that the Gods would hear anyone at any time, therefore, so would their servants among mortals.
When this failed, suspicion was cast.
The Cathedral's Guardians looked at each other, and they each nodded. They gave an order to stand back for the Bishop that Amalia had recruited to expose her fellow clergy, another man who was very corrupt, but one who was at least almost entirely focused on enriching himself via harmless means and as such jumped at the chance to potentially get rid of a rival.
After a few moments, the lead knight took up a pose, right arm and shoulder forward, curled up, ready to tackle. I knew that skill. A Specialized Form of the Iron Wall skill that one could learn from training one's own body for the purpose of taking hits.
Iron Tackle was more than enough to reduce the Bishop's door to splinters.
The Templar broke into the room, and now that two people were in, my perspective of the situation became even more complete than that of the very people there, giving me far greater awareness of the room than anyone else. The lavish office, decorated with money from tons of donations and treasures aplenty, was shaken by the impact.
Ruy played his part perfectly... after tempting Bishop Tobias, he would pretend to be terrified, almost catatonic, capable only of raising his hand to the Templars that broke into the room, and let out a single, solitary cry of "help!" before pretending to pass out. All of which was done perfectly.
One of the Templars almost immediately flew into an apoplectic rage, face red with anger, mustache shaking as he roared, passing his fellow who'd used the Iron Tackle and throwing himself on the now pantsless bishop, knocking him off of Ruy and onto the ground, wrestling him into submission very easily. A couple stray hits knocked a few teeth out in the tumble.
Sister Amalia rushed forward, and I could feel that for a moment, her worry was real. Ruy's acting was good, but, well, the image would affect anyone who saw it suddenly. Still, she steeled her nerves, and succesfully managed to pass Ruy the drug that would actually knock him out... that way, we'd be able to sneak him out in the name of medical treatment.
I breathed out, not realizing I'd been holding my breath. Part of me was waiting for something to go bad... but it seemed like our plans had gone off without a hitch.
Next was my part.
With Amalia distracting everyone, I had a golden opportunity to look into his documentation.
Soon enough, we would be able to start tracing his connections, and eventually, bring down everyone who was corrupt in this holy house, but one step at a time..!
