Retired: Nice Guy. HAREM SYSTEM UNLOCKED

Chapter 6: 6. Echoing Womb.

”Did you have to blow out the ceiling, Saelith?”

”Yes. Why is that a question? These rats should know their place.”

I’m currently in the hands of elf mommy in the form of a toddler. You have no idea how much that’s turning me on right now. She is the literal definition of MILF. That arch in her waist is doing things to me, I want to sit there like a baby.

But she won’t let me, of course. Is the cold stare necessary? Might be.

ᕙ Lilathea’s Blade Harem System! ᕗ

⟨ MILF ALERT! ⟩

⟨ Name: Saelith. ⟩

⟨ Race: Half human, half elf. ⟩

⟨ Age: 20, single. ⟩

⟨ Rank: Z. ⟩

⟨ Compatibility rate: 32. ⟩

⟨ Saelith: She was outcast from her tribe for being half human. In the past they tried to experiment on elf bodies in search of the roots of mana, and that’s why their relationship isn’t so good. She has been living in the human realm ever since. ⟩

⟨ Perfect for your first target. ⟩

I want to experiment on her body in a different kind of way.

”You are rather a disgusting one.”

Most girls, when they get disgusted, make disgusted faces as well, but not Saelith — she is cold and calculating.

”Hey, elf lady, put our friend down!”

”Don’t hold our friend by the neck!”

”Yeah!”

Lior said, with Wendel and Mossley backing him like true friends. Upon hearing that request, Saelith proceeded to tighten her grip.

”Ajh, guys, I appreciate your help, but please run, I got it covered. I will hold her. Escape, run.”

”Who are you kidding.”

”You mean you will buy us two seconds!?”

Mossley may have a point there. I looked around; we were surrounded by girls in just their bath towels. They were holding small wooden tubs, brushes, soaps. I would make a joke about it, but it’s a really scary situation.

So yeah, we are doomed.

They beat the crap out of us, washed us like we were laundry. That night I realized getting beaten by hot girls is not my kink.

After beating us, some of the girls dragged our sore asses to the church. I mind it!! Why did Saelith leave? She doesn’t care about her future husband at all.

Sadly, the church manages rule-breakers at the university. Are they going to crucify us? I hope not.

I have visited a church many times, through a medium called fiction. The real deal was as beautiful as the view from my window.

The elongated windows on both sides of the wall, with thick chiseled sections of glass, flower vines made of metal holding the frame. The ash-white colored bricks with black borders and small gold star dots at the intersections, with no patterns at all.

The ceiling shaped with impossible curves, twisted designs that were somehow symmetric. Two stretched rows of black wood benches, a clean soft rug flowing toward a giant Weeping Crescent cross.

A bigger size of the one I saw in Sister Maren’s hands, and a more detailed one.

The girls being rough, tying our hands, was bad enough; slamming the three of us onto the floor to test the lovely clean marble was another.

I heard the echo of a door opening, like it was time for the judgment of something.

”At this hour? What happened?”

Ohh crap, it’s Sister Maren, I was just mentioning her. Of course she is going to be here, she is a nun.

”Sister Maren!! We caught these gutter rats peeking in the bathhouse.”

Feeling the vibrations of footsteps through the floor is not pleasant at all. It’s like a dinosaur approaching.

”My first question is: how? The bathhouse is protected by a barrier that prohibits men–”

”Wait. Elias? Since when did a student like you start participating in such vile acts?”

Sister Maren asked, and I’m afraid the answer is comically long. And we were back in our adult forms, I forgot about that part.

”They used a Waning Draught potion, then crawled through the vents to get in. One of them was even masturbating.”

An annoying-sounding girl answered her question for our scared, trembling, and beaten asses.

”Such foolishness. The audacity–”

Oh fuck, I haven’t seen a religious woman curl her lips that way before, I should run from here.

I could just blame everything on these three and leave. Yeah — no. That would be an asshole move, but it would be evil too.

Which is not the way I want to be. Besides, they had the same option but are staying here.

Time to repay their friendship tenfold. By getting slammed by a holy nun.

”You two, bring them onto the stage. Let’s purify them first before anything else. I can’t stand to look at them.”

Sister Maren is disgusted, like we’ve committed a sin or something. Calm down, girl.

The girls did exactly what they were told, they brought us onto the small stage beside the Weeping Crescent Cross. Tied us up with rope and left, then Sister Maren went inside to grab holy water, I’m assuming.

”That was fun, right!?”

Lior giggled, an actual giggle. Then he started laughing, not out of pain or anything. We just found it fun, even though we broke like ten rules.

”I didn’t even know there was a barrier in the bathhouse!”

Mossley started laughing as well, then Wendel did the same at a realization.

”It must be the potion. The barrier may have mistaken us for actual toddlers!”

Well, you are right, Wendel. Listening to them laughing made me laugh as well.

”Yeah... the boobie hunt was fun!”

Suddenly the door opened again, putting a stop to the laughter. We saw Sister Maren, empty-handed. What’s going on?

She stood in front of us and raised both of her hands like she was asking for blessings. Oh, it’s just a prayer purification thing, then.

”Oh Mother, bless me with your power of the Echoing Womb.”

Huh?

Suddenly a big half-cylinder metal figure covered our heads, we were practically inside it.

”Oh Mother, give me the strength to purify their hearts.”

I feel like I have seen this exact shape somewhere before–

IT’S THE INSIDE OF A DAMN BELL!!!

That means she is going to–

BONG. GGGGG~