Worldly Secret

[Pi****]

Chapter 8 – The Pact

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The rooster was crowing when I finished reading Salome’s diary.
I couldn’t believe what I had read.
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“I-I can’t believe it… I was the one untouched by Madre Superiora…”
I muttered to myself in shock.
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“I’m the man she mentioned in her diary… and I can’t be wrong because…
I WENT HOME WITHOUT SHORTS!!!! Damn her—she was the one who took my jeans shorts. And that blanket from Tya Marceng she used to cover herself—she was the culprit!!”
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The memory of that day when I slept in the hut came rushing back.
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“PEPE!!!”
Tya Marceng shouted.
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“Here I am!!”
I answered.
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“Hey, get ready—take care of the carabao and then bring it to the field near the hut.
Planting rice starts the day after tomorrow. Understood!?”
Tya Marceng ordered—hands on hips, pointing her ladle at me.
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“Yes, Tya.”
I replied.
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“And one more thing—your uncle has visitors, so don’t come home here tonight. Clear?”
Tya Marceng added.
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They’re so kind, aren’t they? They love me that much.
As far as I knew, Tya Marceng and her husband had raised me since my parents passed away.
Since they had no *** and my uncle wanted a son, they took me in.
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From the moment I came under their roof, I endured so much hardship.
Tya Marceng was strict and irritable, and my uncle was slow and often drunk.
But despite everything, once I became a ********, I was the one they relied on at home.
I was also Tya Marceng’s emotional outlet—especially in the mornings when she clucked like a hen.
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“Oh yes—when you come back tomorrow, bring that blanket, okay?”
Tya Marceng added.
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I did what Tya Marceng asked and headed to the field.
It was so far that fatigue hit me hard.
Luckily there were fruit trees outside the hut.
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It was almost dark when I reached the hut because while walking I passed the stream and caught sight of naked women bathing and washing clothes.
Of course I couldn’t resist the beautiful view by our stream.
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I saw eight women—four wrapped in cloth and washing, but I could clearly see whether they were dressed or not.
The other four were playing while bathing—slowly undressing each other.
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My eyes feasted on the beautiful sight.
They had great figures and skin so fair—like fairies by the stream.
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My length hardened from excitement.
It throbbed with heat whenever it saw something beautiful and full-figured.
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My mind was full of naughty thoughts, but I didn’t dare join—afraid of causing a scandal.
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I watched as the four bathed each other—massaging breasts and cleaning below.
The ones washing fully undressed to clean their wrapped cloth.
Their beauty and fairness were stunning—long hair flowing.
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I noticed the four washing had only black cloth—didn’t know what it was, so I ignored it.
I kept watching—my length rock hard—and I couldn’t help stroking it.
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I enjoyed myself—imagining taking them all.
I got even more excited seeing them pleasure each other—eating pussies and fingering one another.
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I timed my release with theirs—and wasn’t disappointed.
A lot came out—the feeling was incredible.
When they finished, they dressed in black cloth.
I was shocked—they were nuns I had been spying on.
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I couldn’t believe it—then someone tapped my shoulder.
I brushed the hand away—still not done watching.
They tapped again.
I couldn’t take it—turned around.
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“A-a-a-a-a-h-h-h…”
My eyes widened—I couldn’t scream at what I saw.
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I ran fast—not looking back who tapped me—afraid of being caught spying.
But what I saw was strange—like a demon in black cloth.
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In my *** I forgot about the carabao I was supposed to bring to the hut.
I waited a few hours.
When time passed, I went back for the carabao and watched carefully—in case someone or that creature was still around.
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I brought the carabao to the hut—it was already dark.
I tied it and went inside the hut to rest—exhausted from the day’s work.
I fell asleep without eating dinner.
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In my sleep the women from the stream stayed in my mind—washing and bathing—so I undressed and began stroking my length.
From the intense arousal earlier, my mind drifted—felt like I wasn’t asleep or awake.
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But in those moments it felt so real—because in my dream one of the women was with me.
I couldn’t see her face clearly, but she was fair and sexy.
I felt someone stroking my length and a hand touching my chest.
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I surrendered to the feeling—and wasn’t disappointed.
It felt so good—like I was inside someone.
Heavenly pleasure when I released.
Then I fell into deep sleep in the hut.
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I woke when that creature who tapped me while I was spying appeared in my dream.
It felt like a nightmare—and it was already morning when I opened the window.
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I noticed the door was open and there were footprints.
I looked around if anything was missing.
I remembered the carabao—looked out the window—it was still tied.
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I thought the footprints were mine.
I started fixing the sleeping area—and when I put things away, I noticed Tya Marceng’s blanket was gone.
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“Oh no! I’m dead!”
I said to myself.
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I searched the entire hut for the blanket—but couldn’t find it.
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“I’ll just tell Tya the blanket was gone when I arrived. That’s it!”
I said—thinking of an excuse for Tya Marceng.
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My stomach growled—I decided to pick something to eat from the yard when Tya Marceng appeared at the door.
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“Tya! Marceng…”
I was startled.
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“Hey Pepe—why is my blanket in the woods!?”
Tya Marceng shouted angrily—throwing the blanket at me.
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“Wash it—I told you.”
Tya Marceng ordered—pinching my ear.
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“Yes!!! Tya…”
I answered—wincing with the pinch.
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When she finished pinching, I was about to leave when she scolded me again.
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“Pepe—why aren’t you wearing shorts?”
Tya Marceng asked.
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“Huh!?”
I answered—turning to her—and saw her eyes widen.
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I looked down—no shorts.
Only now did I realize—I had none on.
My shirt was long so it wasn’t obvious—and my shorts were loose anyway, so I didn’t feel it.
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I quickly covered my front and tried to find my shorts.
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“Sorry Tya… my shorts are gone…”
I said—scratching my head—holding the dirty blanket.
I didn’t notice my shirt hem lifting—so she saw my length again.
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I saw Tya Marceng’s face light up—she bit her lip.
I noticed her smile—she had something in mind.
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“Fine—wash that blanket. Punishment for your stupidity!”
Tya Marceng said.
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I left crying from embarrassment.
I washed the blanket by the stream—and whenever people passed or bathed, I submerged in the water.
I also decided to bathe while drying the blanket.
Afterward I looked for something to cover my nakedness—banana leaves became my clothing that day.
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When I reached the hut I hung the blanket on the line first.
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“Pepe, come inside—I have something to tell you.”
Tya Marceng ordered.
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Once the blanket was hung, I went inside the hut.
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“What are you wearing, Pepe!? You look like an idiot—take that off.”
Tya Marceng remarked and ordered.
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I obeyed—didn’t want more scolding.
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“Come into the room.”
Tya Marceng ordered.
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Naked, I entered the room—and was shocked to see Tya Marceng.
She was undressed—smiling—as she approached me.
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“I’ve waited so long for this moment… Pepe, make me feel good…”
She held my arm—pulling me closer—touching my chest.
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“Huh!?”
I asked in shock.
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“I’ve been so needy for a big cock—your uncle is useless.”
Tya Marceng said—grabbing my front.
A strange sensation hit me when she held my length.
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I could tell Tya Marceng was experienced—she used to work in a cabaret before my uncle took her in.
She was only thirty-four—and looked older from stress with my uncle.
She yelled at me—afraid I’d turn out like him—so she was always sharp-tongued.
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In that moment Tya Marceng’s body was still beautiful—smooth skin since she had no ***—clearly untouched for a long time.
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I just followed what she wanted—surrendered to whatever she desired—as long as I felt pleasure.
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“I didn’t expect your cock to be so big, Pepe—how old are you again?”
Tya Marceng asked—hardening me.
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This was the first time I heard her speak gently—I was used to her nagging.
She smiled when I looked at her.
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“Old enough, Tya…”
I stammered—from the sensation.
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“So big already—but this cock is huge. Must be delicious to suck.”
Tya Marceng reacted—taking me into her mouth.
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I got even more aroused by her sucking.
I never thought I’d experience this again this morning.
In my mind—since seeing that creature at the stream—I’d lost myself—didn’t know what was happening—just felt aroused.
Like now—the woman who took me in was sucking my length—and because it felt so good—I just let her.
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“Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Your cock tastes so good, Pepe… not like your uncle’s—stale. Yours smells nice… slurp, slurp, slurp…”
Tya Marceng said—enjoying the sucking.
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I just smiled—even though I felt hesitant—she was my guardian.
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“Don’t stop, Tya… it feels so good… I’m going to release…”
I said—holding her hair—pushing deeper—sign I was close.
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She didn’t get angry—instead she worked harder.
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“Ummmpp… yes—release it, Pepe… uhm… uhmm… sluuuurrppp…”
Tya Marceng answered.
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“Tya… Tya… here it comes… Uhhh…”
I said—my release spurting into Tya Marceng’s mouth.
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“Uhhmmm… sluuuurrppp… your cum is so sweet, Pepe… hihihi… sluuuurrppp…”
Tya Marceng said—swallowing everything.
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“Tya—isn’t this wrong?”
I asked—guilty.
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“What’s wrong!? If you don’t tell anyone—it’s not wrong. But if you do—you’re dead.”
Tya Marceng said philosophically.
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“And besides—your uncle is useless. Of course I have needs he can’t fulfill.
Good thing yours is big—otherwise I’d look for someone else.”
Tya Marceng explained—stroking my length.
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She was really selfish—didn’t think about the consequences of what we were doing.
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“Ha! Enough drama—come lie beside me and make me feel good now.”
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“Hihihi… from now on you’ll be the one to pleasure me—just keep it secret, okay Pepe?”
She asked smiling.
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I had no choice but to agree—and promised no one would know.
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I lay beside her—she immediately grabbed my length—like she couldn’t get enough.
Then she kissed me and guided my hands to her breasts.
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“Yes… like that, Pepe… oohhhmmp…”
Tya Marceng moaned.
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This was my first time being intimate—and it felt so good.
I massaged Tya Marceng’s breasts—playing with her nipples.
It felt like a dream—like what I saw when Tya and uncle were together.
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Now I was doing it—and with Tya as my first.
A moment later she lowered my head—making me suck her breast.
When I did—her moans grew louder.
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“Ohhh… you learn fast, Pepe… ohhh… yes… hold my pussy… yes…”
Tya Marceng ordered.
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I slid my hand lower—while still sucking her nipple.
I reached her treasure—started playing with her clit.
Tya Marceng was soaking—desperate for intimacy.
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My head moved lower—kissing her stomach, belly—until I reached her treasure.
The scene heated up—Tya moaned fully—arching and pressing my head to her pussy.
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I continued—massaging her breasts while eating her pussy—seeing how much Tya Marceng enjoyed it.
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“You’re so good, Pepe… I’m close… Ooohhh…”
Tya moaned.
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Even with Tya Marceng’s age—her treasure still smelled good.
I got addicted to eating it—even swallowed her juices.
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I saw her eyes roll—body shaking from the pleasure of my tongue.
A moment later she released—a lot—her pussy overflowing.
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“Put your cock in now, Pepe!… yes! Don’t leave me hanging…”
Tya Marceng begged.
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I didn’t waste time—aimed my length at her overflowing treasure.
First thrust—her eyes widened—like she was shocked by my entry.
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“Oh!… slow… slow down, Pepe… it hurts… Oh!”
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“Your cock is really big, Pepe… Oh… you’ll tear my pussy… oh… like you’re taking my virginity again…”
Tya Marceng said—while I went slow.
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Tya Marceng’s passage was tight—probably hadn’t been taken by uncle in a long time.
That’s why she was so irritable—never satisfied.
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She was quite heavy—and probably from age no longer felt desire—so her husband neglected her.
She made up for it with her sharp tongue.
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“That’s why you’re so grumpy, Tya… so dry…”
I teased—getting slapped on the arm—but she smiled.
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“Your uncle… he doesn’t water my pussy… so thank you, Pepe…”
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“Uhmmm… yes—it’s getting good, Pepe… you’re good for your first try hihihi…”
Tya Marceng said—hugging me—moaning continuously.
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Her hug tightened—she enjoyed what I was doing.
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I sped up—almost cried from Tya’s scratches on my back.
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“A-a-a-there… I’m cumming, Pepe!…”
Tya Marceng moaned.
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“OOHHH!!… Oh… Oohhh… keep fucking me!…”
She added.
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I intensified every thrust—thinking this was my revenge for all her mistreatment.
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A moment later Tya Marceng released—extremely happy.
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“Again tomorrow, okay!”
Tya Marceng said.
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I just nodded.
We rested before heading back to the village—I was completely drained from Tya Marceng’s intense desire.
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“Tya, what about this—no shorts?”
I asked.
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“You idiot—go home without underwear hihihi… come on…”
She answered philosophically—holding my length as we walked.
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And that was the start of our sexual relationship with Tya Marceng—because of my missing shorts.
I was so embarrassed going back to the village—people laughed seeing me wrapped in banana leaves.
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Back to reality—I thought: maybe it was just coincidence in Madre Superiora’s diary?
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I quickly fixed myself to work—and when I passed Madre Superiora’s office, she ordered me to remove the cell and chains in the lower chamber.
She let me eat breakfast first—in case I trembled from hunger again.
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So I went to the kitchen and got food—the dairy incident still in my mind—was it real?
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When I reached the basement I started removing the chains and the discipline chamber they called it.
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While removing the bars I thought: why is there something like this in the convent?
Shouldn’t it be all holiness here?
Shouldn’t God be the only thing in the minds of nuns and priests?
Why are there worldly secrets in this convent?
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All these questions I couldn’t answer—no matter how much I thought.
Based on Madre Superiora’s diary story—there was a ritual because Don Lucio wanted immortality and endless virility.
Madre Superiora Clarita wanted the same—why?
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After six hours Olga, Agnes, and Eva arrived.
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“Hello! Papa Pepe… yuuhooo… hihihi…”
Olga greeted.
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“Why are you here?”
I asked.
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“Because Madre Superiora ordered us to bring you food—she knows you’re starving.”
Agnes said.
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“And she sent us to relieve your fatigue—you know… massage… hihihi…”
Eva added.
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“Ahh… okay—just leave the food there and I’ll finish this.”
I answered.
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“Papa Pepe really… food will get cold… come here… we’ll feed you… hihihi…”
Olga, Agnes, and Eva invited.
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I didn’t resist—my stomach had been growling since earlier.
So I ate while the three nuns served me.
Three massagers and one feeder.
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I felt like a prince in those moments—but embarrassed because three nuns were serving me—and I couldn’t stop them.
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When I finished eating we had a chance to talk—and I took the opportunity to ask.
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“This has been bothering me for a long time—so I want to ask you.
When my release splashed on you—how did you return to normal?
Because I’m not a priest or holy person—but why did my cum break the curse on you?”
I asked the three—looking serious.
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“We don’t know how we returned to our original form—but one thing we’re sure of, Pepe—you’re a good person.”
Eva answered.
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“But how can you be sure I’m a good person? I still do naughty things here in the convent.”
I added.
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“The truth is—we’ve been searching for a long time for a man to save us from the curse.
Every man who came here—we tested if they had a good heart and wouldn’t take advantage.
But every man who came to the basement failed our test.”
Agnes answered.
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“But why didn’t you test me?”
I asked again.
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“Because we felt something different about you—besides working in the convent—you have an aura that tells us you’re the one we’ve been looking for—and we weren’t wrong.”
Olga answered.
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“Was that part of your pact with the devil when you were cursed?”
I asked directly—couldn’t hold back wanting the truth.
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The three were shocked by my question—and amazed.
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“Pepe—how did you know that? Who told you?”
Agnes asked.
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They suddenly came close—asking how I knew they made a pact with the devil.
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“No one told me—I just read it in a book I found recently here in the basement.”
I answered.
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They breathed a sigh of relief—thinking someone else knew the secret.
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“Good thing you just read it—we thought someone told you…”
Agnes said.
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“Was it Madre Superiora’s diary you read, Pepe?”
Olga asked—showing her intelligence.
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“Yes—I read Madre Superiora’s diary last night. Wait—don’t tell anyone, okay!”
I answered—begging.
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“Of course—but you have to pleasure us tonight hihihi…”
Olga said playfully—the three laughed like they really wanted it.
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“It feels awkward… you’re nuns…”
I said—scratching my head.
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“If you desire Madre Superiora—you desire us ordinary nuns even more… you’re lucky… hump!”
Olga said sharply—looking even cuter when annoyed.
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“Just answer me later, okay… if Madre Superiora finds out—she’ll expel me.”
I begged.
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“You? Expel you—when she hasn’t even tasted you yet?”
Eva said.
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“You’re right, Pepe—we made a pact with the devil for Salome’s safety and the other nuns here in the convent.
Because we love the convent—if not for Clarita’s strange ways—it wouldn’t be like this.
We wanted to save it—but it required sacrifice.
The devil agreed to our condition that…
We would be cursed as nymphos to pay for Salome’s debt—she was supposed to be the untouched one sacrificed and become his wife—but she was no longer untouched when Don Lucio returned—so they were killed.
Salome was our friend—young and pure—not like us corrupted by Clarita and the seven sinful nuns.
And everything would end when we found the man untouched by Salome—and his release touched her.
We would return to normal.
But because that condition was difficult—we said even a man with the purest heart could save us from the curse.
The devil agreed—but required Salome to marry the man untouched by her—so in the coming ritual he wouldn’t disturb the convent anymore.
We agreed—because it was the only way to save Salome at that time—and now Salome needs help for the coming ritual.
We need to find the man untouched by her.
That’s the whole truth, Pepe…”
Olga, Agnes, and Eva explained.
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That’s when I felt it was real—Salome’s diary—and I was the man…
To be continued…
Chapter 9…

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