Chapter 25: Tasted and Tested, A Noble Girl Arrives

In the quiet hallway of the second floor.

I sit slumped in the middle.

Unable to return to reality after the ‘tasting’ incident that just happened.

To begin with, the shy guest’s request for ‘another massage’ was already shocking enough.

But what followed.

Not only did she suddenly grab my wrist and collapse into my arms.

She inhaled the scent of every spot the nun had caressed before I came to apologize.

Then, she licked the back of my neck, which must’ve been sweaty from all my activity.

Leaving behind the cryptic words, ‘Someone touched my thing,’ before disappearing back into her room.

This situation not only left me with a huge question mark.

But also sparked yet another ‘desire’ within me.

‘She… she tasted me…??’

Stunned and bewildered, I try to make sense of it for three minutes.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

‘She… she really tasted me…??’

Unable to comprehend, I keep fixating on the fact that she ‘tasted’ me.

And trudge back to the counter.

Inside the dark confessional, unlit except for a single candle.

The only guide in this space is the faint glow of that candle.

The blind nun sits quietly, praying.

Three minutes pass in silent prayer.

Rustle…

“Oh my, an uninvited guest has arrived.”

A ‘red thread’ tightly binds the nun’s wrist as she prays.

Recognizing the thread, she rises with a faint smile.

Her room, originally 405, has somehow become ‘305.’

“No… I suppose I’m the guest now, aren’t I, ‘—’ sister?”

With a calm smile, she murmurs softly.

Behind her, the red thread and the figure in Room 305 slowly reveal themselves.

“It… was you—As expected—it was you.”

For some reason, the two face each other.

Unlike the voice of ‘her,’ filled with hatred and rage.

“Yes, it’s been a while. Nice to see you, sister. How have you been?”

The nun’s voice remains calm and gentle.

“Ugh… Sticky… filthy… Don’t open your mouth—”

“Hehe, it’s been so long, yet you’re still so sharp and intense. A ‘lady’ could stand to be a bit more refined, you know?”

A brief, tense exchange crackles between them.

The blind nun, still smiling, speaks first.

“So~ why did you come to me today?”

“…You don’t know—why I’m here?”

“Oh my, you invited me to this place first. How could I know the reason?”

“…You.”

“Hehe… Of course, I have some guesses. For instance—”

Slurp…

“Perhaps I tasted something you had your eye on first?”

The nun’s closed eyes narrow slightly.

Her compassionate smile now carries a subtle ‘mockery.’

Her long, sticky tongue moves like a sated snake, teasingly gliding over her soft pink lips.

Grab!!

“Ugh…!?”

The moment the other hears the nun’s mocking taunt.

With a gesture, the red thread, once bound only to the nun’s wrist, tightens around her entire body.

“I told you—you touched what’s mine—”

“Urgh…!?”

“If so—then it’s fine if it hurts a little—right?”

The threads around the nun’s arms, legs, and delicate neck begin to tighten.

Creak…

The grotesque sound of twisting bones and grinding joints starts to fill the room.

“You’ll… regret this.”

“What?”

“You’ve… already felt it, haven’t you?”

“…!”

“Making… strange claims.”

“You can’t… fool me… Your eyes… they’re faintly admitting I’m right, aren’t they? Hehe…”

The nun’s words, as she nears death, aren’t pleas for mercy.

“I won’t… say more. But if you ‘send me away’ today, the only one who’ll feel regret… is you… Urgh…”

“…I don’t believe you.”

“Oh my… Even if you don’t believe me, I lose… nothing.”

“….”

“Come, sister. Don’t hesitate—show me your ‘hatred.’ It seems like the perfect ‘dessert’ to savor today…”

Squeeze!!

“Urgh…!?”

“….”

She knows the nun’s words, slithering from her snake-like tongue, are lies.

But for some reason, right now.

“…Fine.”

Her instincts tell her she must listen.

Release!!!

“Gasp…!? Haa… Haa…”

“Speak.”

“Haa… You must really be desperate this time, listening to me like this. Hehe…”

“If you keep flapping—that filthy tongue—I’ll rip it out—”

“Hehe… No need to rush, sister. I’ll tell you everything, step by step.”

Panting heavily, the blind nun still wears a sly, confident smile.

While ‘—’ glares at her with murderous intent.

After a brief moment of staring.

The nun speaks first again.

“Sister, do you know the story of the ‘farmer’ and the ‘tree’?”

“…What?”

“From now on, you’ll be the farmer, and we’ll grow a ‘tree’ together.”

Slurp…

“If you give me the ‘fruit’ from the tree you’ve worked so hard to grow… I’ll help you stay with that ‘tree’ forever.”

“….”

“Hehe… How about it? Are you a bit more curious to hear my story now?”

Back at the lobby counter after leaving the second-floor hallway.

Even after returning, I sit dazed, unable to do anything.

“I got tasted. Am I… wine or something…?”

The reason I’m so out of it isn’t just because I can’t comprehend the situation.

The reason I’m so confused and lost.

Is her reaction after licking the back of my neck.

That reaction was clearly intense ‘anger’ directed at something.

And since she didn’t open the door again despite me waiting.

It’s clear her anger is aimed at me…

‘Then why the hell did she taste me?’

For this reason, I have no idea whether the shy guest’s favorability toward me went up or down.

And there’s another reason I can’t think logically as usual.

‘Her tongue… so soft…!!’

The new desire that surged the moment she licked me is scattering all my logical thoughts.

With my intelligence halved, I sit at the counter, dazed.

Creak…!!

“…!?”

The motel entrance, which shouldn’t open, swings wide.

Click.

Click.

The sound of high heels echoes as someone enters the lobby.

Snapping out of my ‘tasting incident’ haze, I check the time.

It’s 3 a.m.

The time for another reserved guest listed in the manual.

‘Strange, it said an average of ‘two’ guests…’

Well, an average is just an average.

No issue if more show up, right?

With that thought, I stand to check the appearance of the guest entering the lobby.

“…What?”

I stand and scan the lobby.

But for some reason, it’s completely empty.

The door definitely opened, and I heard someone enter.

Yet no matter where I look, there’s no one.

“Strange… Did I mishear…?”

Thinking I imagined it, I start to sit back down.

“How rude. Staring around like that with this beautiful me right in front of you?”

“…Huh?”

A cute, dainty ‘girl’s’ voice comes from somewhere.

‘What… where’s that coming from??’

“Sigh… Over here, pathetic manager.”

“…What!?”

Following the cute sigh, I hurriedly look down at the counter.

“Now you finally see me? Truly a clueless, pathetic manager.”

“…A little girl?”

There stands a girl in black high heels and an elegant black dress.

Her hair in twin tails.

“Sigh… Having to point out my location. What a pathetic situation.”

The twin-tailed noble girl sighs deeply, shaking her head.

“I’ll let it slide once. From now on, move faster, pathetic manager. Hurry up and hand me my room key.”

She extends her small hand toward me.

“Oh, and bring a glass of lukewarm milk to my room.”

Faced with this bold little guest demanding a key.

I slowly open my mouth.

“So cute…!!”

“…What did you just say?”