I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

The action wasn't rough, but it wasn't gentle either; he simply reached out and pulled Lisa into his arms.

The nun's robe was very thick.

Even through several layers of fabric, Lynn could feel the stiffness in her body.

"Relax."

He placed his hand on Lisa's back and patted her gently.

"This isn't a battlefield."

Lisa buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled.

"I...I don't know what to do..."

"You don't need to do anything, you just need to feel it."

His hand slowly moved up from Lisa's back and landed on the back of her neck.

My fingers gently stroked the skin there, feeling her trembling.

Lisa's breathing became rapid.

“Lynn…”

"Ok?"

"I am afraid……"

Lynn's fingers paused for a moment.

Then he lowered his head and whispered in Lisa's ear, "Don't be afraid, relax."

Lisa's body slowly relaxed.

She could feel Lynn's fingers circling her neck. It was a strange, itchy, numb sensation, like something was slowly melting inside her body.

"This is...the feeling of closeness?"

She asked in a low voice.

Lynn smiled.

"This is just the beginning."

His fingers slowly slid down Lisa's neck and landed on her shoulder.

The nun's robe was made of thick fabric, but Lynn's fingers could still feel the outline underneath.

Lisa's breathing became more rapid.

Her body trembled slightly in Lynn's arms, like a frightened little animal.

"Don't be nervous," Lynn's voice rang in her ear. "You can push me away anytime."

Lisa shook her head.

I won't push it away.

Her voice was firm.

"I want... I want to continue."

Lynn did not speak again.

His hands began to untie the ties of Sister Lisa's robe.

The movements were slow, as if unwrapping a precious gift.

Lisa could feel the straps loosening one by one, and the fabric slipping off her shoulders.

She tried to reach out and press it down, but her arm felt like it didn't belong to her; she couldn't lift it no matter what she did.

The outer layer of the nun's robe slipped to the ground.

Then comes the inner layer.

Lisa closed her eyes.

She could feel the night breeze brushing against her exposed skin, carrying a slight chill.

But at the same time, Lynn's palm on her waist brought an unfamiliar warmth.

"open one's eyes."

Lynn's voice came through.

Lisa hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the tent, illuminating everything inside.

Lynn was looking at her.

His eyes were deep, as if hiding some complex emotions, but those emotions vanished in an instant, and the next second, a teasing smile appeared on his lips.

"So the nun has such a great figure."

Lisa's face flushed red to the roots of her neck.

"Don't look!"

She instinctively tried to cover herself with her hand, but Lynn grabbed her wrist.

"You've already seen mine, why won't you let me see yours?"

Lisa was speechless.

Because she knew Lynn was right.

That's fair.

Lynn pulled Lisa's wrist and gently helped her lie down.

The blanket is very soft.

Lisa's long, silvery-white hair was spread out on the sleeping blanket, shimmering faintly in the moonlight.

She lay there, as beautiful as a painting.

Lynn leaned down and placed his lips on her forehead.

Are you scared?

Lisa shook her head, then nodded.

"A little..."

"Only a little?" Lynn laughed. "That's not bad."

His lips continued to move down, landing on her eyelids, then the tip of her nose, and finally on her lips.

Lisa was a little flustered. Unlike the kiss on the cheek on the top of Nikolay Hill last time, this should be considered her first kiss in her life.

With no experience and no preparation, she simply lay there obediently, letting Lynn's lips press against hers.

"Open your mouth," Lynn's voice rang in her ear.

Lisa hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened her mouth.

Lynn's tongue probed inside.

Lisa's eyes widened suddenly.

That feeling was strange.

Slippery, warm, with a strange, aggressive feel.

She tried to dodge, but Lynn's hand gripped the back of her head, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"Well……"

Lynn's kiss deepened.

His hand slowly moved up along Lisa's waist, landing on her...

Lisa's body jerked violently.

"Don't……"

She tried to push Lynn away, but her arms were limp and she had no strength at all.

"What's wrong?" Lynn looked up at her. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Lisa bit her lip and remained silent.

She didn't know how to describe that feeling.

Uncomfortable?

No.

Very comfortable.

It was so comfortable that it scared her.

It was so comfortable that she felt like she was becoming a stranger.

“Lynn…” her voice trembled, “I…I’m a little…”

"What's up?"

"It's a bit...out of control..."

Lynn stopped moving.

He looked at Lisa.

Under the moonlight, the silver-haired nun's eyes were filled with tears, yet her gaze was unusually bright.

That brightness carried a hint of fear, a hint of confusion, and a hint of...longing.

Lynn sighed.

He pulled away from Lisa and lay down beside her.

Let's stop here then.

Lisa was stunned.

"why?"

Her voice was filled with grievance.

"Do you... dislike me...?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lynn reached out and wiped away her tears. "I just think you might not be ready yet."

Lisa shook her head.

"I'm ready..."

"You're not ready."

Lisa fell silent.

Because Lynn is right.

She was definitely not ready.

She thought she was ready, but when it actually happened, she realized she had no idea what to do.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered.

"No need to apologize." Lynn ruffled her hair. "These things can't be rushed. We'll continue once you've really thought it through."

Lisa turned her head and looked at him.

"how about you?"

"What am I?"

"Didn't you just say... you had that kind of urge?" Lisa's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "So... what are you going to do now?"

Lynn was taken aback.

Then he laughed.

"I'll handle it myself."