Chapter 154: Zombies Are People Too (1)
If you think about it, this was inevitable.
Just because they’re women doesn’t mean they don’t have sexual desires. Even in male-dominated environments like knightly orders or the military, men often act like they’re perpetually horny. So it’s not surprising to hear that in spaces where only women gather, things can get just as, if not more, sexually charged.
But the debauchery I imagined happening in a convent wasn’t .
I thought it would be something like beautiful nuns comforting each other with gentle caresses or kisses. I didn’t expect them to be loudly grunting, stuffing objects the size of clubs into themselves, and deliberately making noises like they wanted everyone to hear.
"It’s not normally , but recently, there’ve been more outsiders visiting..."
Lien, the youngest here, was trying her best to defend the situation. But even if they were aware of outsiders, the fact that they continued masturbating so loudly was baffling.
'I guess not everyone here is a priest... And even priests aren’t completely devoid of sexual desire.'
The problem of sexual misconduct and corruption in temples crops up time and time again. In fact, it’s often more severe in those religions that enforce strict celibacy than in ones , which follow the Goddess of Love and Marriage. This convent is relatively open about using sensuality, which prevents repressed desires from turning into something more depraved.
When I thought about it that way, it made sense. In a place , where the women were isolated and had no chance to form relationships like the priestesses in larger temples, sexual tension would naturally build up. Many of these women, like Lien, came from noble families and were sent here due to political issues, succession disputes, or the downfall of their families. Some had been leading normal sexual lives before suddenly being confined to celibacy.
Lien was one of them.
Thump, thump. Huff, huff.
Masturbation is something you’d expect to be done quietly and discreetly. But here, they were making it loud, as if they wanted everyone to hear. I didn’t know how to react.
"Just so you know, I don’t do things like that. Please don’t look at me weirdly."
"I-I don’t! I wouldn’t even know how to, and all the long, thick tools like the washboards are taken by seniority, so I never had the chance..."
So the nun next door, who was masturbating with a washboard, must have been someone who’d been here for quite a while.
"There are other ways, aren’t there?"
"I don’t have mana, so even if I touch myself, I can’t feel anything. It just makes me more frustrated, so I gave up... Ah!"
She suddenly realized what she’d just admitted—that she had tried masturbating but couldn’t feel anything. Her hands flew to cover her mouth, but it was already too late.
The awkward silence between us made time drag. It felt like the atmosphere was suffocating. So, as a man, I decided to break it by confidently approaching her.
"So, in other words, you’re sexually frustrated."
"T-That’s not what I meant, but... Aah!"
I reached out and grabbed her large, soft breasts over her nun’s habit, letting a small amount of mana flow into her body. Lien flinched, her chest trembling under my touch.
"I-I can, but... Here? Really?"
"Is there anywhere else?"
"Well, no, but... Eek!"
I continued kneading her breasts, letting mana flow through my hands. Even through the fabric of her habit, Lien was breathing heavily, her body responding sensitively.
Normally, as a zombie, her body wouldn’t feel physical sensations. But when mana was introduced, it seemed to activate the connection between her soul and her body, making her extremely sensitive.
"You must have touched yourself before."
"I-I got curious... especially after hearing the other nuns, so I tried it, but..."
"No matter how much I touched, it didn’t feel good... So I stopped doing it."
The fact that she said "stopped" implied she had done it quite a bit at first.
I unbuttoned the back of her habit to reveal the upper part of her body. Underneath, she was wearing a thin, poorly fitted undergarment that barely covered her ample chest.
"That’s why your breasts bounce so much!"
"I-I wasn’t allowed to wear external undergarments! The convent doesn’t have bras for someone with a chest as big as mine, so I couldn’t wear one even if I wanted to..."
It made sense. Among all the women I’d seen, Lien’s chest size was easily one of the largest.
If she hadn’t died young and had gone on to have children, her breasts would have developed even more. Just the thought of it was enough to make me regret that such potential had been cut short.
'Though they’re already heavy enough as they are.'
Her breasts were soft, so much so that even when I cupped them from below, they spilled forward. The sensation of her supple flesh filling my hands made it impossible not to enjoy the act of touching them.
"Ungh... Hngh... It didn’t feel when I touched myself... Is it because of the mana?"
"Maybe. Want to try touching them yourself?"
I grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to her breast, infusing mana into her palm as I did. Tentatively, she began to grope her own nipple.
"I... I can feel it..."
Despite this, her movements were clumsy and hesitant. She pinched her nipple lightly, then let go, as if unsure what to do next. It was clear she wasn’t getting much pleasure out of it.
"You’re lacking technique. You don’t know how to make yourself feel good, do you?"
"That’s... because I’ve never really done this kind of thing... Ah!"
I took one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking gently, while placing her hand on the other breast. Then, I placed my hand over hers and guided her movements, teaching her how to knead and stimulate her sensitive flesh.
Manipulating her large, soft breasts required finesse. Even the simple act of firmly squeezing them sent waves of pleasure through her, her body growing more aroused by the second.
"Ahh... If you press too hard... my chest might fall off..."
True, even though her skin appeared warm and healthy, she was still technically a zombie. If I applied too much force, her flesh could tear, and she wouldn’t even feel the pain until it was too late.
"If it falls off, your body will be lighter."
"Don’t say such mean things... If that happens, you won’t have anything to touch anymore!"
She had a point. Such magnificent breasts deserved to be cherished. So, I softened my grip, gently nipping at her nipple one last time before releasing her.
In just five minutes, her breasts were marked with my saliva and handprints, evidence of my touch. Sitting half-undressed on the bed, Lien gazed up at me with dazed, longing eyes, her composure completely shattered.
Of course, even though her eyes were lifeless and dull, her expression was so vivid and full of life that it didn’t feel unpleasant.
"Are you... Are you really going to do it here? What if someone hears us outside..."
"With how noisy it already is, do you really think anyone would notice our sounds? And if you’re that worried..."
I placed a handkerchief in her mouth.
"Lien, you just have to stay quiet, don’t you think?"
She obediently bit down on the handkerchief, closing her eyes tightly. I knelt down in front of her and began by removing her nun’s shoes and socks.
Normally, when removing someone’s shoes, you’d expect to catch a hint of their natural scent—sweat or something like it. But with Lien, since she was already dead, her body didn’t produce sweat or secretions. Instead, the faint fragrance of grape juice, which she had stepped on earlier, wafted up from her feet.
Her feet were stunning—delicate and beautiful, almost too perfect. As someone who had been frail and mostly indoors even while alive, her feet had grown soft and well-kept. Slowly, I lifted one foot and brought it to my lips. It was as if I were holding a grape wrapped in a clean cloth—its fragrance and purity unmistakable.
"That’s... That’s a dirty place... Ah!"
As I kissed the top of her foot, the sweet aroma filled my senses. I stuck out my tongue and began licking her foot, toes, and instep while letting my mana flow through my breath. Lien’s leg twitched as if ticklish, and she tried to pull her foot away. But there was no way her delicate, noblewoman’s body could overpower the strength of a trained knight like me. She couldn’t escape.
"How can it be dirty? Lien doesn’t sweat, and her body doesn’t produce grime."
Since Lien was a special kind of zombie maintained by divine power, her body was unnaturally clean, even if I licked it. It was almost a shame that her body lacked any unique scent.
"But still, feet are naturally dirty... It’s embarrassing... Ah!"
I gently bit her instep to stop her protests, and then I sat down on the floor, facing her.
Naturally, my legs were spread wide, and it was time to reveal my already swollen dick.
As I unzipped and pulled out my fully erect member, Lien’s eyes widened, and she gulped nervously, her gaze locked on my groin.
"Was it always this... monstrous?"
"Of course. You’ve seen it a few times and even had it inside you, haven’t you?"
"Yes, but... Seeing it again now, I can’t believe something like that fit inside my body..."
She kept glancing at my groin, her face a mix of curiosity and tension. Then, cautiously, she asked:
"Sir Knight... Did you... get aroused while licking my feet?"
Her question hit the mark too perfectly, leaving me momentarily speechless.
Though I had started getting turned on while fondling her breasts earlier, it was true that licking her grape-scented feet and admiring their beauty had aroused me even more. Unable to deny it, I remained silent. Lien, noticing this, sat up on the bed and tentatively pressed her foot against my groin.
"To think you got aroused by something as dirty as feet. That’s... quite strange."
My semi-hard cock, still soft, was squished under her foot, its shape flattening. But just the sensation of her foot pressing against me made my arousal spike again, and my dick quickly hardened, standing upright.
She gently pressed her foot against the head of my cock. No matter how firm my erection was, the weight of her foot caused it to bend slightly under pressure.
"Sir Knight, why are you getting harder in this situation?"
"It’s because you’re turning me on, Lien."
"If you’re aroused by being trampled by something dirty, isn’t that your fault, Sir Knight?"
As expected of a noble, her natural charisma was enough to make me feel small. The way she questioned me with such authority made it hard to argue back.
From my seated position, looking up at Lien emphasized her stunning legs. Her white stockings, secured with garter belts to keep them from slipping down, hinted at an elegance that only made her more alluring. The more she pressed down on me with her foot, the more aroused I became, creating a rather embarrassing situation.
"At this rate, will you climax just from being stepped on by my dirty feet? Surely, you’re not mistaking my feet for your cock’s natural partner, are you?"
‘Oh no... If she steps on me again...!’
As if her words were prophetic, I couldn’t hold back any longer and ended up ejaculating under her foot.
Lien tried to stop me by twisting my cock to the side with her foot, but ejaculation couldn’t be suppressed so easily. The force of my release was so strong that my semen splattered onto her foot and even reached her thighs.
My cum was infused with mana, so Lien could vividly feel its texture even on her undead body. She wiped her thigh with her hand and then flicked the sticky liquid onto the floor.
‘I know this is wrong, but... Why do I find her disdainful expression so hot?’
Even after ejaculating, my lower body remained rock-hard, twitching with arousal. Seeing this, I decided that since things had already gone this far, I might as well go all the way. I placed my bag on the desk, releasing the other items I’d brought, and grabbed hold of Lien’s legs as she continued looking down at me with a mixture of disdain and confusion.
"Wh-What are you doing all of a sudden...?"
"It’s not my fault that your legs are so damn sexy, Lien."
Even when she was making wine earlier, just catching glimpses of her legs had aroused me. Now, after having climaxed from her feet, there was no way I could hold back any longer.