The Book of Lucia, Chapter VIII - A Chaste Rain

[lyannapelon]

It had been several weeks since the H1 Climax Tournament reached its conclusion and Natasha Loclear felt no better about it than she had in the moment immediately after. Even when it was against opponents she could respect losing was never a good feeling and often came with days of second guessing herself, wondering what she could have done differently or what she needed to work on for the next match. So at least losing helped her to improve herself, however there was nothing to gain from her loss in the finals. Not when she lost to not one or two, but three people.

Lucia's flunkies had done exactly what she had been worried about before the match had even started, ambushing her when the lights went out and putting in the work Lucia had been unable to do herself. She still dreamed about the minutes after, laying in the ring with her arms covering her head, barely able to move after Lucia forced her to orgasm in front of thousands. It had been a long time since she had been ashamed to cum inside the ring, but Natasha had felt like she let not just herself down but everyone else in the hentai division as well for now the Hentai Championship belonged to one who didn't deserve to look at it, let alone own it.

That feeling, more than anything else, had left Natasha with zero desire to see anyone for weeks. Calls from several women she had come to see as friends like Madeline and the good doctor Alyssa had been welcome distractions but brief ones as Natasha assured them she would be fine, she just needed time. Maybe that was true, she didn't know, and while she continued to work Natasha was well aware she wasn't at her best.

The doctor had suggested she try doing something she enjoyed outside of LAW and Natasha could think of no better way of clearing her head than going for a walk in the park. It was the early afternoon by the time Natasha was dropped off at one of the larger parks in the Tokyo area, dressed in a midriff exposing top with a black sports bra underneath as well as a pair of matching yoga pants. After tying up her long blue locks into a ponytail Natasha picked a path at random and set off, hoping some fresh air and nature would help to clear her mind of all the negativity.

[BlackAkuma]

Japan’s population, at last count, was around 120 million individuals. At any given time, those 120 million were doing a myriad of things, hustling and bustling across the islands. It was an active country, a commerce hub. Like a beehive, everyone was buzzing around, attending to their little tasks, trying to live their lives.

The odds of two individuals crossing each others paths at random was not zero, but it was not terribly high, either. Especially when those two individuals both participated in a fairly significant event, only a few weeks ago.

And yet, as Natasha would go about her walk and round a corner near the lake, she would find none other that Sister Chastity sitting nearby in the shade of a drooping tree.

Casual as you please, the woman was sitting with a few books beside her, idly thumbing through the pages of a particularly dusty tome. For once, she wasn’t dressed in her usual nun’s attire, and instead opted for something more befitting a cool day in the park, a loose-fitting sweater and jeans that fit her

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At first, she seemed to notice Natasha not at all, too wrapped up in her reading to care about the world around. Out of nowhere, she jumped, as if an unheard voice had gotten her attention, and then her cerulean gaze found the Frenchwoman. A thin smile slid across her face and she waved towards her.

”Madamoiselle Locear.” She slid a bookmark into her book and closed it with care. Judging by the apparent age of the work, that was prudent. ”It is a pleasure to see you again. How wonderful, that this lovely day should bring us together again.”

[lyannapelon]

Natasha may not have grown up inside a city but she had gone on enough trips to Paris, London, and the like to feel like a city girl at heart. She was well used to the constant chorus of shouts and horns that formed the background ambiance of any city, each one with its own distinct music, and after living in Tokyo for a couple years she had come to find its own music rather soothing. However even she needed to get away from it now and then, especially when she was having trouble clearing her thoughts just like now. The park wasn't silent either but it was more peaceful than the rest of the city, the sounds of birds and soft chimes masking the faint buzz of the rest of Tokyo that laid beyond the park's borders.

It was just the thing she needed to relax, or at least come closer to it than she had since losing the tournament. Natasha was even starting to think this walk might help her sleep that night without her mind keeping her awake with thoughts of what if. That was until she took a path less traveled and went around the lake, moving away from the more popular spots and into an area with tall hedge walls and hanging gardens. She had thought to find a place to rest but what she found instead was the face of one of her dream's tormentors.

"You." Natasha hadn't been able to see the woman clearly under the ring but she remembered her from footage before the final match and from after when this woman had stood behind Lucia as the fake nun celebrated her win, mocking everything the belt had once represented. "A pleasure? Far from the word that springs to my mind."

The blunette crossed her arms across her midsection so that her bust rested on top of them, giving her chest a slight push upward uncounciously. "You're Chastity I do believe, one of the nun's enforcers. Surprised she goes anywhere without you but then again even thieves need breaks do they not?" The usual warm, inviting tone of the Frenchwoman's voice was cold and made clear Natasha saw nothing wonderful about this chance meeting.

[BlackAkuma]

”Me.”

If Sister Chastity was at all bothered by the angry, blue-haired Frenchwoman looming over her, she didn’t deign to show such emotions. Her smile stayed there, soft and welcoming, as the accusations were thrown her way, unmoved by them, though her attention did center on the woman’s bountiful chest as she crossed her arms and put them on display.

”Sister Chastity, but yes. I was the one who performed oral sex on you underneath the ring, if you could not tell.” She’d tasted exquisite, too. Sister Chastity’s one regret was that she had not been able to enjoy her for longer. ”And it is a pleasure, indeed. Wroth as you are, you remain a delight to behold. Truly, I am blessed.”

Sister Chastity closed her book, set it aside, and stretched her legs for a moment, her powerful thighs rippling with muscle for an instant. ”Sister Prudence and I shadow Sister Lucia, true, but even she does not require our presence at all times. Today, she is holding a confession. Privacy is needed.”

Sister Chastity’s head tipped to the side, and she stroked her chin. ”Thievery?” She said the word as if it were from an alien tongue. ”I am not sure that word applies, Lady Loclear. One must actually possess something before it can be stolen from them, I would say.”