Chapter 16 Healthy and Unhealthy Exercises, Plus an Invitation to a Study Group

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"Haaaah..."

"Haahhh..."

Maria and I yawned simultaneously, then looked at each other with surprise.

"I-I'm sorry...!"

"Well, since we're both guilty of the same crime, I suppose that makes us even."

In the end, what was supposed to be just one round of masturbation turned into two, three...and several more times before Maria finally fell asleep close to dawn.

Even as someone who used to work for a fairly ruthless company in my previous life, I couldn't stifle my yawns, so it must have been unbearable for Maria, who usually led such a healthy lifestyle in this world (or rather, different world).

"F-Father... Um, well, about last night, when you were sleeping, uh..."

Hmm? Why is she stuttering now of all times?

...Wait, oh no!

"It seems I must've slept awkwardly somehow. Even though I thought I was resting as usual, how strange."

"Is that so?! Oh, well then, that's good to hear..."

"What?"

"Oh, nothing! Never mind!"

Phew, close call...

If I'm sleep-deprived, it means I must have been up late last night, which could imply that I heard her voice earlier.

My sluggish brain almost made me give a stupid reply. That would've been bad.

In order to achieve my ambitions, I need to keep an eye on my health, too. Well, yesterday was our first time, and she just got carried away with excitement, probably. Even under hypnosis, her serious nature is still deeply rooted within her psyche. Learning from today's mistake, she'll likely start wrapping things up at more reasonable hours from now on.

"But we can't let this continue. How about some light exercise?"

Since we had finished our farm work for the time being, we decided to do some calisthenics right in front of the church.

Actually, this world has something akin to radio calisthenics. Not quite the same broadcasts, but close enough. I'm guessing the goddess made it popular here as well. Thanks!

"Hnn... Hnnn, hnnn...hnnn..."

We were simply doing exercises.

To be honest, I didn't intend to introduce any eroticism into the situation at all. But reality can be both cruel and beautiful.

Boing! Boing! Boing! Bboooiinnng!

With every swing of her arms, each bend of her waist, every movement of her body...

Maria's voluptuous figure seemed to produce audible sound effects.

Priestly attire is surprisingly stretchy and comfortable to move around in.

So even though Maria's curvaceous frame should have felt constricted by the loose habit, she could still perform the exercises with ease. Well, relatively speaking, anyway...

For instance, take the stretching motion.

When I straightened my back and stretched my arms overhead before returning to attention, as soon as I lifted them, my face-sized breasts jiggled assertively with a boing.

For example, when swinging my arms while bending and extending my legs...

As I spread my knees wide, my huge, plump butt would thrust out behind me with a boom.

Twisting exercises, rotational movements, jumping on both feet... Those were even worse.

Every bit of flesh on my body bounced wildly. It was practically a natural disaster. If someone happened to be standing too close, their bones could easily shatter from a stray breast slap.

Given how violently everything is quivering here, you might think there's a risk of tearing ligaments or something, but please don't assume that Earthly common sense applies in this fantasy world. Right, alternate universe?

So what do you suppose happens after enduring such visual violence for so long?

"Exercise really does wake you up, doesn't it?! ...Father?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm getting old, too, so my body needs time to adjust."

Since I was now sporting a raging erection and couldn't stand up without revealing it, all I could do was squat down next to sweaty Sister Maria.

I didn't want to paint myself as such a pathetic, weak middle-aged man, but there wasn't much choice at this point. The pent-up sexual frustration building inside me lately was sending clear signals of pain from my crotch area. Ahh, damn, I really need to get off soon...

"Are you okay? Maybe you should move around a bit more casually first?" Maria warned me, having switched her mind-set from erotic to serious after some healthy exercise.

Just who exactly does she think is responsible for this situation? Well, admittedly, it's probably entirely my fault. My apologies.

"You're right, Sister Maria. Now then...shall we proceed with our duties?"

If morning calisthenics or jogging became part of my daily routine here, I wouldn't be able to handle it. Although something else might build up instead.

Maria puffed out her cheeks at my obvious attempt to flee. Seriously, she needs to stop making such cute faces—it only makes me want to tease her more.

"Um, Father..."

"Yes? What is it?"

After finishing our morning work and eating lunch, we were taking a break.

Unless someone unexpected showed up, this would be some quiet downtime for us, but as I sipped my tea, Maria hesitantly approached me.

"It's about th-this!"

She thrust something toward me—specifically...

"I'd like you to teach me ab-about this, please!"

It was that erotic book.