My Milf System-Chapter 330 - 329

As Asher watched Sister Samantha at the chamber pot, he couldn’t help but notice the little steam rising from her flow. It had a distinct, arousing smell to it.

Though he wasn’t one of those people with a pee fetish, he couldn’t help but feel himself get extremely aroused. Especially when he looked up and noticed how shy Sister Samantha was, helplessly trying to close her legs.

’Ah, to introduce someone as pure and clueless as her to sin is a bliss I can’t truly get used to,’ he thought as he smirked darkly.

’I almost feel like a bad guy here.’

’You are a bad guy, Master,’ he heard Rex telepathically tell him from his shadow.

’Really? You don’t say.’

"I’m done now, Father," Samantha muttered. "Now you can stop... staring at my privates."

Her voice was low and innocent.

But Asher loved staring at her privates. It was hard for him to believe such a mature woman was a virgin. Her pussy, although unshaved, looked as enticing as it could get. Her labia were fat and puffy, her clitoris slightly hidden under its hood.

She then stood up from the chamber. "Now what, Father?"

Asher stood up too. "Let’s commence with ’Operation Purity Test’." He said, pointing toward the bed.

Samantha thought the way Father Gonzalo talked today was off-character for him, but she pushed the thought aside. For now, she was determined to show him how pure she was, and how she wouldn’t succumb to lust.

But when he laid her on her bed naked, he began touching her in places no one else had ever touched while whispering dirty things into her ear. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Your pussy is wet, Sister Samantha. And not just from piss alone." He rubbed her pussy lips with his middle finger. She was already wet, and getting wetter by the second as she unconsciously turned to give him more comfortable access to her sacred body.

Asher reached around with his free hand and grabbed one of her tits. Her nipples were stiff with excitement as he kept touching her. Playing with her B-cup tits was one of his favorite pastimes; her slender, proportional figure was built like a masterpiece; in his old world, she could have been a top-tier model, the kind men would ruin themselves over.

His finger found its way inside her now-dripping pussy, and she let out a sigh of pleasure as her hands clutched the sheets tight, praying silently that she would pass the purity test while glancing at the ceiling.

Asher leaned closer to her face; the expression she wore wasn’t that of a person being molested—it was that of someone begging him to continue.

Before long, he leaned closer and their lips joined in a kiss. Her hips swayed slowly with the movement of his finger teasing her clit while he pinched her nipple with his other hand.

She moaned quietly with a whimper as their kiss became more passionate. Her first kiss. As someone who was devoted in body, mind, and soul, she never thought she’d ever kiss a man in her life.

And surprisingly, her mouth and tongue acted like they had a mind of their own, kissing Asher back with passion.

He pulled back, remembering she wasn’t supposed to give in to lust. And her golden aura was refusing to break.

Asher let out a smirk as he shoved a single finger into her damp love hole. It was so tight—very tight and very warm.

She gasped, disconnecting her lips from his. "Father... what are you..."

"Mmm," Asher hummed. "Your body seems to like it when I do this. Tell me, Sister Samantha, have you ever put a finger in here yourself?"

"Gods forbid, Father! I would never!"

"Really now?" Asher asked. "You’re telling me my fingers are the first ones to ever enter this tight little cunt?"

She clenched her teeth, her face flushed. "Is this... truly still part of the test, Father?"

Asher nodded gravely. "Are you doubting my methods?"

"I dare not, Father." Sister Samantha muttered, but just then, she immediately gasped a moan as she felt his finger move deeper inside her.

It was painful, but also... pleasurable. The pain was kind of... sweet.

’No. Get a hold of yourself,’ she scolded herself. ’Pain can’t be sweet.’

As Asher kept fingering her, his pace quickened, and her motions became more intense as well. He could tell she was about to cum. She closed her eyes, once again feeling this weird sensation of being on the edge of something blissful and ecstatic.

Something she had never felt before.

But something that would make her fail the test for sure if it were to happen.

She tried holding herself back to avoid experiencing it, but another part of her mind was curious. How would it really feel if she went over the edge?

Torn between the decision, she closed her eyes shut and prepared herself for the worst, but then Asher stopped fingering her.

Her eyes opened. "Father?..."

"Oh, you sound disappointed," Asher mocked. "Did you perhaps want an orgasm? You’re a naughty little nun, aren’t you?"

"N-no! I’m not disappointed!" Samantha stammered, shaking her head frantically.

"Your face says otherwise," Asher countered, leaning back over her. "I hate liars. You deserve a punishment, don’t you?"

He brought his hand down hard against her bare thigh. The slap echoed through the room. She gasped, her back arching as the sting flared through her skin.

But the pain felt sweet again.

’What is wrong with me?’ she thought, horrified.

Seeing how her sexual arousal level just climbed after getting smacked, Asher realized there were more kinks to this nun than he knew. She was a damn masochist as well.

"Oh, you naughty slut? You love the pain, don’t you?"

"Noooo," she wailed. He struck her again. His cock pulsed against his robes at the thought.

She began shedding tears. He watched her with amusement, and as her choking sobs quieted, she finally whispered, "...Yes."

"Yes, what?" Asher barked.

"Yes, I’m a naughty slut, Father Gonzalo."

"And naughty sluts want men to fuck them raw, don’t they??" Asher grinned, opening her legs apart. "You want to be stretched out and used, isn’t that right, Sister?"

"I..." she trailed off to cry, but continued when he raised his hand again. "I’m a naughty slut... who... who wants men to f-fuck her... raw. I want to be... to be stretched out and used."

Inwardly, she couldn’t believe she had just said that. She had said those vile words with her own mouth. No. This couldn’t be happening. Was she having one of her weird dreams again?

But this was reality.

Asher grinned, savoring how her golden aura was left with only a thin piece that could break and be completely gone in a few minutes.

Around her golden aura, a dark cloud was creeping in.

A dark cloud of lust and temptation.

To Be Continued.