The room erupted in shocked murmurs and flushed gasps.
"She—she really said it..."
"Oh Goddess, she admitted it."
"I thought she was the uptight one—!"
Even Fiona was stunned, her mouth slightly parted. She couldn’t believe the quiet, bookish Cecilia had said sothing so...intimate.
But while the room continued to simr with heat, not just from the sisters condition, but from the sheer weight of what had just been said—
—Fauna stood very still, her cheeks burning, fingers nervously twisting together at her waist.
Unlike most of the others, she had heard Mika perfectly.
’Two people in this room.’
The words replayed in her mind again and again, louder than the murmurs, louder than the sisters whispered prayers, louder than her own heartbeat.
Her gaze flickered toward him for just a fraction of a second, then darted away just as quickly.
’He can’t an ...right?’
Her mind betrayed her instantly, dragging her back to two nights ago—the warmth, the strange pressure, the way her body had responded so completely that it had terrified her afterward.
She had never experienced anything like that before. And he had done it so effortlessly, as if he knew exactly how to guide her there without even aning to.
If he had ant her, then that ant he knew what he was doing.
And the realization made her stomach flip.
"No—no, it can’t be ." She muttered desperately, shaking her head slightly. "It has to be soone else. A nurse. A doctor. Soone else."
"Mika’s a womanizer as embarassing as it’s admit as his mother, so he’s probably done sothing with soone else here."
That explanation felt safer.
Even so, she couldn’t stop herself from stealing a glance at him—and when she did, she froze.
Mika was looking directly at her.
Not openly. Not blatantly. Just enough.
There was a knowing glint in his eyes, a quiet satisfaction, as if he were perfectly aware of the storm he’d stirred inside her. Her face burned hotter, and she looked away imdiately, heart pounding.
Satisfied, Mika turned back to Fiona.
"Anyway." He said calmly, as if the entire room wasn’t unraveling. "That’s the solution I’m talking about. And I can promise you this—if we do it properly, I can save every single one of you."
The sisters listened intently.
Then he added, more seriously.
"And before anyone panics, I’ll just say that I’ll keep things as decent as possible."
"Gloves. Strict boundaries. No looking where I shouldn’t. This isn’t about indulgence. It’s a procedure. So, you can think of it as...a very focused form of therapy."
"Like releasing years of tension all at once."
That framing—gentler, almost thodical eased sothing in the room.
Not completely. But enough.
Even so, doubt lingered.
The sisters exchanged uncertain looks, then instinctively turned toward Fiona. Whatever happened next, the decision rested with her.
Mika noticed the hesitation imdiately.
"I know what you’re thinking." He said carefully, stepping closer to Fiona. "You’re wondering if accepting this ans betraying your Goddess. If it ans tainting sothing sacred."
Fiona looked up at him slowly.
Before she could speak, he asked quietly,
"But tell sothing. Why do you believe the Goddess sent you into this world? Why did she give you her blessing?"
Despite the pain wracking her body, Fiona answered without hesitation.
"To save humanity. To protect the innocent. To disrupt evil wherever it appears. To spread her goodwill."
Her voice trembled, but her conviction did not.
"That is our mission. And...I’ve always believed that was a beautiful reason to exist."
Mika nodded. "Then let ask you this."
He t her gaze steadily.
"Do you think your Goddess would rather see you all die here, clinging to an interpretation of purity—or live, even if it ans enduring sothing uncomfortable, sothing embarrassing, so that you can continue fulfilling that mission?"
The question hit her like a blow.
"You have two choices." He continued gently. "One path leads you to et your Goddess now. The other lets you keep walking this world a little longer."
"So tell , would she be satisfied with your work if it ended today?"
"Or would she rather see you continue spreading her light?"
Fiona’s breath hitched.
For the first ti, doubt cracked not her faith—but her interpretation of it.
All her life, she had believed her devotion was proven through denial.
Through preservation.
Through sacrifice of the self.
But what if devotion ant endurance instead?
What if faith wasn’t about remaining untouched—but about continuing to act?
Her eyes burned as tears welled, not from pain this ti, but from realization.
Slowly, she turned her head toward her sisters.
Saw their fear. Their hope. Their desperate trust in her.
Then she looked back at Mika.
"...You’re right." She said softly.
The room stilled.
"If I appeared before the Goddess now." Fiona continued, managing a small, fragile smile. "She would scold for being so eager to leave my duties unfinished."
A few sisters gasped quietly.
"I think..." Fiona said, voice trembling but resolute. "...she would want to stay. To live. To keep walking this path, even if I must do so humbled."
She swallowed, cheeks coloring.
"So...we will accept this treatnt."
Relief washed through the room like a wave.
Doctors exhaled. Nurses smiled. Cecilia clasped her hands together, eyes shining.
The sisters sagged back against their pillows, so laughing weakly, others whispering prayers of gratitude.
"Good." Mika said in relief. "That decision...yeah. That’s one even the heavens would approve of."
Then his expression turned more solemn.
"All right. I don’t want to delay this any longer. The longer we wait, the harder it’ll be on you."
He turned to the others—doctors, nurses, attendants and lifted a hand.
"I need everyone to leave the room. Now."
A ripple of surprise passed through them.
"In a few seconds." Mika continued evenly. "Things are going to get...ssy."
"There’ll be a lot of fluids involved, and if even a single drop touches you, you could be affected as well. And I’d rather not add more patients to the list, since my hands can only handle so much, after all."
There was a brief, dangerous pause.
More than one woman hesitated—temptation flickering behind professional restraint.
Curiosity tugged at them.
A reckless thought whispered that maybe, just maybe, a tiny exposure wouldn’t be so bad.
Maybe they could see what everyone was talking about.
Maybe they could feel it too.
But then Fauna suddenly turned, cheeks blazing, and hurried toward the exit, hands pressed to her face as if to cool it.
That broke the spell.
One by one, the others followed her out, murmuring nervously as they filed into the adjacent review room.
A large glass panel slid open there, allowing a clear view into the treatnt room without letting anything pass through.
They gathered behind the glass, hearts pounding, eyes fixed forward.
Inside, Mika wasted no ti. He pulled a pair of rubber gloves from a dispenser, snapping them on with a practiced ease. The sound echoed loudly in the now-quiet room.
"All right." He said calmly, glancing at the sisters. "Who wants to go first?"
Silence.
Despite everything, despite their resolve, their vows, their agreent—shyness washed over them all at once.
Eyes dropped. Hands clenched in sheets. No one moved.
Then Fiona lifted her hand.
It was hesitant. Small. But unmistakable.
"I-I’ll do it." She said ekly. "I’ll go first."
Every head turned toward her.
"As the leader." She continued, cheeks flushed but voice steady. "It’s my responsibility. If this works on , the others will have faith."
"So, please...start with ."
She swallowed before timidly adding, "And...I hope you won’t take too long. This is my first ti with anything like this, and even though I’m not young anymore, I’m still...embarrassed. I’d prefer it to end quickly."
Mika smiled gently as he approached Fiona’s bedside.
"Of course." He said softly, his voice steady and kind. "I’ll make it as comfortable for you as possible. And in fact, I won’t even look anywhere unnecessary. I’ll keep my eyes on yours the whole ti."
Fiona’s flushed cheeks deepened a shade, but a small smile tugged at her lips.
"Thank you."
She truly was grateful as even as he prepared to do sothing utterly absurd and naughty, he was incredibly respectful and considerate.
The way he spoke to her, the gentle steadiness in his gaze, made it all seem...not so bad.
Almost necessary, almost safe. Honestly, it did make her feel more at ease, wrapped in a fragile cocoon of trust.
"Well then." Mika continued, his tone light but professional. "To start off, I need you to spread your legs."
He chuckled softly, a warm, disarming sound.
"It may sound vulgar, I know, but it’s necessary. I can’t do much with them closed up like that."
Fiona’s face burned with a shy, deep crimson, her eyes darting briefly to the glass panel where her sisters, Cecilia, Fauna, and the other doctors watched in rapt silence.
But she steeled herself for their sake, for the mission and slowly parted her legs on the bed. The movent was hesitant, vulnerable, exposing her in a way she’d never imagined.
Mika too kept his promise, his gaze locked on her face as he gently pulled her robe upward, folding it neatly at her waist.
Her beautiful legs ca into view, encased in sheer black stockings that hugged her pale, creamy skin, lending an unexpectedly alluring, almost sensual contrast to her pious attire.
The sight made her seem less like a stern sister and more like a sultry woman tempting Mika.
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