Double Dagger Delinquent

Chapter 145 The Black Nun’s Blessed Thunder Thighs

By the next day, they were already past the borders of the Uruk Kingdom, rolling steadily along the snowy road. Inside the armored carriage, the atmosphere was peaceful—lazy, warm, almost domestic in its own strange way.

Iryoku lay stretched out with his head resting on Yumi’s thighs, eyes half-closed as he drifted in and out of sleep. Yumi absentmindedly played with his hair, fingers combing through it in slow, gentle motions.

It was her turn for one-on-one skinship time—something each of the girls insisted on whenever they could, even if privacy was limited in the cramped carriage.

Up front, Alessandra held the reins, posture straight and alert, eyes scanning the snowy landscape with a soldier’s discipline.

Katherine lounged on the roof above them, map in hand, keeping watch like a bored sniper waiting for something—anything—to happen.

Inside the carriage, Reika and Agnes sat cross-legged with a scroll spread between them, writing and quietly discussing.

“I think it’s like this,” Agnes said, carefully drawing runes and intricate lines that branched into precise points.

Reika compared them with several other scrolls, checking matching lines and symbols that looked almost like constellations they had recorded earlier.

Behind them, Aqua—currently mimicking Agnes—silently copied her posture, her movements, even the way she tilted her head and moved her mouth, though no sound came out. For a brief moment, the spirit glanced at Iryoku… then calmly resumed imitating Agnes again.

Everything was calm—

—until a cheerful voice suddenly burst out:

“IT’S DONE!”

Everyone jolted.

Even Iryoku shot awake with a sleepy, confused, “Eh?”

The entire carriage practically vibrated with Christina’s sudden burst of excitement.

Christina—completely naked, as usual—was bouncing in place, spinning around while holding a piece of black cloth in her hands. Her bunny ears flopped and twitched wildly with joy.

Yumi sighed.

“Ugh… ignore it. Come on, go back to sleep. It’s just Christina being… Christina.”

But Iryoku sat up anyway, making Yumi puff out her cheeks in a full pout.

It didn’t last long.

She shifted, crawled into his lap, and sat down, her small frame but huge soft curves pressing against him. Iryoku instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on the top of her head.

Yumi’s pout immediately melted into a quiet, satisfied smile.

Together—along with the rest of the girls—they turned to see what new madness Christina had unleashed this time.

Christina spread her arms dramatically.

“Behold! My new divine attire!”

In her hands was a neatly folded black garment.

Before anyone could react, she darted forward and dropped to her knees right in front of Iryoku—who still had Yumi comfortably seated in his lap.

She held the outfit up like it was a sacred relic.

Iryoku blinked, clearly unsure what reaction she was expecting.

“Uh… it looks good, Sister Christina.”

She beamed, radiant and proud, and immediately started putting it on.

To everyone’s shock, it really did resemble her old nun habit…

If her old habit had been redesigned by a horny demon tailor.

And considering her original habit was already skimpy by Earth standards… that was saying something.

It was a black mini-dress—almost transparent and even shorter than before—hugging every curve of her body. Black lace adorned the fabric, paired with a tight black corset. Garters wrapped around her thighs, thin laces connecting them back to the corset in an intricate, provocative design.

The cleavage was deeper, sculpted to present her chest like some kind of divine offering.

A black nun’s hat rested neatly on her head, with perfect holes for her bunny ears to pop through.

Behind her, her fluffy white tail peeked out, impossible to ignore.

Christina spun once, smiling sweetly.

“So? What do you think?” she asked brightly. “This will be the standard habit of the Faith—made in your colors, my Ever-Divine Lord. And of course…”

Iryoku blinked, completely stunned.

Yumi shifted slightly in his lap as she felt him stiffen beneath his pants, her cheeks flushing.

Christina clasped her hands eagerly, eyes shining.

“I’ll make one for all of the sisters! You’re the rightful holy wives chosen by the Lord, after all.” She turned toward them as she spoke.

That statement made every girl flush—just a little.

Reika muttered under her breath, giving Christina a slow up-and-down look.

“…I think it’s too much. It barely covers anything…”

Her thoughts immediately betrayed her, a vivid image of herself wearing it flashing through her mind. Her eyes flicked to Iryoku for just a moment.

Yumi nodded in agreement. “It’s basically sexy lingerie. And since you’re not wearing anything under it… if there’s even a tiny breeze, everyone will see everything!”

She said it while shifting in Iryoku’s lap, her hips moving slightly as she rubbed against him. Her cheeks were flushed, clearly aware of what she was doing—but not stopping.

“Oh, this?” Christina waved the concern away as if it were nothing.

“This is just the indoor version.”

She tugged a small string on the skirt—

—and the hem magically dropped to her knees.

Then she pulled a lace at the chest—

—and a modest square of fabric slid upward, sealing her cleavage like a holy lock. The transparent material became more opaque, no longer revealing her body beneath.

“See? Perfectly holy!” Christina beamed.

“As written in the Commandments: ‘You shall not show your naked body to other men, for your nakedness belongs only to the True God.’”

She smiled with absolute, unshakable conviction.

But Christina wasn’t done.

She grabbed a second set of strings—

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Instant transformation.

The dress snapped back into its scandalous form.

One more tug and—

Her breasts spilled completely free, bouncing into the open air.

Another pull—

—and the skirt split apart entirely, vanishing along with the bra, leaving her pussy and ass fully exposed without a hint of shame. Only the corset and garter belt remained, clinging to her hips and thighs like deliberate, decorative teases.

Everything else was bare—garments designed purely to entice, to invite lewdness.

Christina struck a proud pose, her fluffy bunny tail wiggling behind her.

“Ta-daaah! I’m ready to receive my Lord’s cum from the front and the back!”

“Wow…” Yumi breathed, her face turning crimson. She was still shaking her bottom—now even harder.

“Woooow…” Reika echoed, just as stunned.

Then, in unison:

“That’s so lewd…”

Iryoku chuckled behind Yumi as she didn’t stop, only accelerating, like she was doing an everyday task.

Agnes clapped, genuinely surprised and impressed.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were this skilled at making clothes! That transformation is incredible.”

Christina’s smile slowly softened. She looked down, her expression turning distant.

“Back when I took care of the kids… their clothes tore so easily,” she murmured, running her fingers along the fabric. “So I learned to fix what I could… with whatever scraps we had.”

Her voice thinned.

Her bunny ears drooped.

Her eyes shimmered—

—and then the tears spilled.

Everyone froze.

Iryoku immediately stood up, gently moving Yumi from his lap and placing her on the ground with care. In the next heartbeat he was behind Christina, wrapping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Shhh… it’s okay. Everything’s fine.”

His voice was low, steady. “And hey… I like it. It looks cool. Sexy. Makes me want to use it for the first time already.”

Christina wiped her tears quickly, breathing in as her smile returned—now warmer, deeper, almost trembling with devotion.

“Then… I would be honored if you baptized it with your essence, my dear Lord.”

Iryoku’s hand was already sliding down between her thighs, fingertips brushing her pussy—

“Stop the carriage.”

Katherine’s voice cut through the heat like a blade.

“Enemies?”

“Did we arrive?”

Everyone froze.

They stepped out one by one. Katherine was already waiting outside, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Alessandra stood beside her—two stoic, muscular women forming the strangest wall imaginable.

“The buff girls have something to say,” Iryoku joked, still holding Christina in his arms like she weighed nothing.

Yumi looked up at her PE teacher.

“Sensei, is there a problem?”

Alessandra shook her head. “Not exactly. We just need to prepare.” She nodded to Katherine, giving her the floor.

Katherine exhaled and addressed everyone.

“As some of you may know, we’re entering a noble’s domain. According to the information I gathered, they have access to powerful, unconventional magic—”

Iryoku wasn’t even looking at her. He was staring down at Christina, who was giggling helplessly as he poked her nipples with two fingers.

“Poing. Poing.”

He even made the sound effects.

Katherine went silent.

Iryoku finally looked up, pulling his attention away from Christina’s chest. His tone turned serious.

“Alright, Kat. I’m listening. We know it’s dangerous. What’s your point?”

“My point is her.”

She pointed straight at Christina.

“Me?” Christina blinked.

At the exact same time, Iryoku poked Christina’s nipple again—this time with his thumb, as if he were helpfully pointing at her too.

Katherine sighed.

“This child isn’t prepared for what’s ahead. I haven’t seen her fight, cast spells, or do anything even close to combat. And she has the awareness of a kid. We need to prepare her—or consider leaving her somewhere safe.”

Christina’s face collapsed instantly. “No. No—please don’t separate me from my Lord. I’ll die. I’ll really die. Please don’t!” Her voice broke into messy, panicked sobbing. “Sister Kat, I’ll behave… I’ll listen… I’m sorry if I caused you trouble before—please don’t send me away—”

“It’s okay,” Yumi said softly, rubbing Christina’s head to calm her. Christina was nearly a head taller, making the gesture adorably backward.

Katherine continued, firm but not unkind.

“Let me finish. You need to learn how to fight—or at least how to escape. Defend yourself. Cast something. Anything.”

She turned to Iryoku. “You said she blessed you with a powerful ability. It revived you when you were about to die, didn’t it? And she can do it herself too. I remember that death-tree bastard mentioning it.”

Christina’s expression twisted instantly with disgust.

“Please, Sister Kat… don’t ever mention that false goddess power again.”

A light tap landed on her head—Iryoku’s fingers.

“Hey. Don’t be mean. Help us get through this.”

Christina sniffed, wiped her tears, and nodded quickly.

“O-okay… okay…”

Her voice softened, almost trembling.

“But… I-I don’t think I still have that power.”

She looked down, ears drooping, shame and fear tightening her face.

“And the only real way to check…”

She swallowed hard.

“…would be for someone to kill me and see if I revive…”

Her voice shrank to a whisper.

“…from death.”

Everyone shared the same grim reaction.

Alessandra stepped forward first.

“I’ve noticed something about you,” she said, scanning Christina from head to toe. “You’ve got a strong lower body.”

She moved closer as Christina instinctively stepped into the center of the group, almost like she was presenting herself.

Alessandra crouched slightly, nodding.

“I realized it back when my pants somehow fit you.”

She placed both hands firmly around Christina’s thick, toned thighs.

“You should focus on fighting with your legs—kicks, mobility, jumping, escaping. That’s your natural advantage.”

“Of course,” Reika said, smacking her forehead. “She’s a bunny girl. Why did that take us so long to realize?”

Katherine stepped in next.

“I’m already ahead of you.”

She walked to the back of the carriage, opened a storage compartment, and pulled out a pair of armored boots and a fitted upper-body piece designed for mobility.

“I bought these back in Kabalk.”

Minutes later, Christina stood fully geared—

her black, scandalous habit beneath light armor that hugged her form perfectly, armored boots gleaming faintly in the light.

Alessandra and Katherine circled her like strict instructors.

“Alright,” Katherine said, lifting Christina’s arms into a guard.

“Try this stance. Step like this—and kick.”

Alessandra demonstrated a flawless roundhouse. The air cracked around her leg.

Iryoku whistled.

Christina inhaled, focused—

—and kicked.

WHOOSH—

The air burst around her foot. Not as powerful as Alessandra’s, but still carrying frightening potential.

Everyone’s eyes widened.

Then—

thud.

Christina immediately lost her balance and toppled sideways.

“Ouch…”

The group rushed to help her up.

“That was amazing, Christina!” Yumi said, dusting her off with a smile.

“You’ve got real talent.”

Christina blinked, surprised.

“…R-really?”

Reika nodded slowly.

“So you’re definitely more of a close-range fighter than a long-range one. Interesting… I could’ve sworn you were the opposite.”

Even Katherine looked genuinely impressed.

“You have a lot of raw power for someone who’s never fought before.”

Christina stared down at her own legs, blinking in disbelief.

“This is… new to me. I mean, I could always run and jump pretty fast, but I never had this kind of strength before.”

Then her eyes widened, as if struck by divine revelation.

She spun toward Iryoku and immediately dropped to her knees in front of him.

“It must all be thanks to my Lord Iryoku!” she declared fervently. “You blessed me with this immense power—your powerful, sacred cum that baptized my thighs!”

Iryoku lifted his hand, moving it slowly from side to side, acting like a sacred priest as if casting a blessing over her.

Katherine slapped a hand over her face.

“There you go again with your insanity.”

Iryoku shrugged, dead serious.

“I mean… she’s not wrong. My cum does wonders.”

“WHAT—stop encouraging her bad habits!” Katherine snapped.

Agnes raised her hand politely.

“It is true, Katherine. My strength had been stagnant for years… but after intercourse with Iryoku, both my magic and physical ability increased sharply. Summoned beings from another realm—like him, Alessandra, Yumi, and Reika—don’t follow the same growth limits as natives of this world. So yes… it really was thanks to his seed.”

Katherine, visibly fighting for her sanity, turned to Alessandra with a look that screamed: Please tell me at least one of you is normal.

Alessandra crossed her arms, hesitating.

“…Yeah. That lines up.” She paused. “I lost my memory a while back, so I don’t remember everything from before—like when they summoned us. But that’s what my students told me. And I trust them.”

She shot Iryoku a brief side-eye.

Yumi and Reika both looked at her, concern flashing across their faces.

Christina suddenly jumped forward, seizing Katherine’s hands, her excitement bordering on madness.

“Then what are you waiting for, Sister Kat? Once you become one with the Lord—the Divine Breeder—and he cums all over your body, you’ll grow even stronger!”

Iryoku knocked the bottom of his fist into his palm.

“Oh!, that’s true. Plus, now you wouldn’t have to worry about your low stamina—and you could get even stronger.”

He grinned, lifting his hands to the side. “No homo, though.”

Katherine’s eye twitched violently, her patience hanging by a thread. She turned to Christina and pressed her index finger firmly against her forehead.

“Strength means nothing if you don’t know how to use it,” she snapped. “You still need to learn how to fight properly. Good reflexes. Control your leben. And your magic.”

Basic fighting stance.

Using her strength without losing balance.

Magic control.

Leben flow.

And most importantly—

How to dodge.

And if that failed—

how to run like hell.

Christina collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath after what felt like endless drills.

“Ahhh—p-please—no more…”

Alessandra and Katherine stood in front of her, arms crossed like merciless drill sergeants.

“Again,” Alessandra ordered, voice firm.

“N-Noooo—!” Christina whined, but she forced herself back up anyway.

She squatted down, a heavy log resting across her traps and upper back.

She powered up—

—and launched herself straight into the air, rising several meters before crashing back down into a deep, shaking squat.

“Hold it,” Alessandra barked.

Katherine nodded beside her in approval.

“Uuuuhhh—it hurts…” Christina whimpered, her thighs trembling, burning like fire.

Katherine smirked beneath her mouth mask.

“If you don’t put in effort,” she said calmly,

“you will be banned from intercourse.”

“EH?! W–Why?! Why do you get to decide that?!”

Christina spun toward Iryoku, eyes wide with pure panic.

He was sitting a few meters away by the bonfire, completely relaxed, while Yumi and Agnes worked on the food. This time, Reika was in his arms, hugging his neck with her face buried in his chest. Iryoku’s hand moved—and Reika suddenly shuddered, then went still for a second.

Iryoku lifted his hand, sticky with honey. He licked his fingers clean, glanced at Christina, and smiled.

Then he just waved casually.

The rest of the girls showed zero sympathy.

Yumi looked at Christina and said lightly, “Gambatte.”

Agnes glanced over as well. “Ah… that brings back memories. That exercise is brutal on the thighs…”

Reika, her face completely flushed, glanced up for a second, then turned back to Iryoku and kissed his neck.

Christina felt thoroughly bullied.

Katherine turned to Alessandra.

“Honestly, that method works really well. So in your world, you had techniques to train very specific muscles?”

Alessandra puffed up with pride.

“I mean, yeah. Back in high school I always taught—”

She froze, then awkwardly corrected herself.

“…They told me I was supposed to be a teacher specialized in that. Hehe… I only remember bits and pieces.”

“And again,” she added firmly, “keep going, Christina.”

Iryoku suddenly stood and walked over. He positioned himself between Alessandra and Katherine, leaning casually—one arm draped toward each of them. Katherine shifted just enough that his arm missed her shoulder, but his left arm settled on Alessandra’s instead.

Alessandra kept her eyes forward, still focused on Christina, not daring to turn her head. Iryoku’s face was very close.

“That’s some tough love,” he said with a grin.

“I’m seeing you two bond. That’s great, hehehe… C’mon, it’s time to eat.”

He glanced between Alessandra and Katherine and gave a subtle nod.

“Alright,” Katherine finally said. “You’re done.”

Christina collapsed instantly, gasping like a dying fish.

Iryoku crouched beside her.

“You alive there, honey?”

“Aha…” Christina wheezed.

He chuckled, scooped her up effortlessly, and carried her toward the bonfire where the food waited. As he walked, he encouraged her with a grin.

“You know,” he said, “those exercises are really making your thighs look thick as hell… damn, they look fucking hot.”

She smiled lazily, her face flushed and exhausted, clearly enjoying the praise.