Yuki was waking up, he was lying on a bed, the room was beautiful and tidy. He noticed a blonde woman, she was wearing a dress that looked like something a nun would wear, but the dress was short, very short. The woman in the black dress was blonde and had beautiful green eyes.
Her eyes were wide open, but she wasn't looking at Yuki. She was sitting in an armchair, and her eyes were that way because of the pleasure she was feeling. Two fingers of his right hand were caressing her private parts, making quick circular movements. Yuki just watched in silence. He heard a loud moan, and the woman came back to herself. She saw Yuki waking up, but she didn't stop her movements, they only slowed down.
Then the woman stood up. Her underwear was on the floor, but she didn't care, she simply walked toward Yuki.
"Lian, you finally woke up," she said, placing both hands on Yuki's face.
He felt her fingers wet against his skin, his face became smeared with saliva and other fluids, but he didn't care.
"So that's my new name?" he thought.
He tried to say something, but the woman placed one finger on his lips, she didn't want him to strain himself. He ran his tongue across his lips.
The woman saw that but didn't understand why. Then she thought he had done that because he was thirsty, which made sense. So she went to get him some water.
As she was leaving the room, she saw the underwear on the floor. She picked it up and tossed it onto the bed, but missed, and it landed on Yuki's face.
"This world is way too easy, did the goddess really put me somewhere I'll have to work hard?" he thought as he inhaled a sweet scent. This time, his lungs worked perfectly, so he could afford to enjoy any scent he wanted.
The woman went back to the armchair where she had been pleasing herself, grabbed a piece of cloth, and placed it on her head. She really was a nun. But the neckline and short skirt completely clashed with the role she was supposed to play in the church.
She returned with the water. He drank it all, and as he did, he started receiving memories he was supposed to have. Maybe they belonged to the body's previous owner, or maybe they were created by the goddess, he didn't know.
The nun's name was Clara. She was the nun responsible for him. She took care of his education and other needs, and they were about the same age.
"Are you ready?"
She was referring to the baptism. He was an adult, but he would only be officially recognized as one after the baptism ceremony, where he would receive a class, and based on it, his entire life would be guided. The class determined what each person would work as and what they could do.
Someone with the class of cook could rarely become an adventurer. They could try, but the lack of skill would only lead to death. Just like eating food made by an adventurer, that was something no one wanted to do, but sometimes had to.
Clara had the ability of a purifier, so she used purification magic for the good of others, but she had always been perverted and could never truly be a good nun. She hadn't even taken the vow of chastity. Yuki knew that well, since the memories he had showed him some rather interesting events.
"Now I have to be Lian," he thought. He was afraid of being discovered, so he tried to think of ways not to look suspicious. The memories helped, but he was still scared.
"Lian, are you listening to me?" Clara asked. Lian looked at her, and his attention drifted downward. She was sitting with her legs apart and hadn't put her underwear back on, it was lying beside him.
"I'm sorry, I'm listening, and yes, I'm ready, but I'm still scared because I don't want to become a priest or do anything that could put me in danger."
"What happened to the Lian who wanted to be an adventurer?"
It was true, he had wanted to be an adventurer and rescue a woman from a dungeon, she would fall in love with him and they would marry, though not before many improper situations happened.
"I don't want that anymore, I want something calmer and less dangerous."
The nun laughed, she thought he was joking, but at the same time she knew how dangerous being an adventurer was. Her parents had died on a mission, and since then, she had lived in the church. Lian lived there too, but he had been abandoned.
He stayed in bed until the next day. Clara didn't want him to strain himself and get sick again.
But she missed her own bed, Lian's room was messy, and she hated that place, so she put Lian in her room. Sometimes she lay down and slept beside him, since he had been unconscious for a few days. But when he woke up, she had been sleeping in the armchair.
She didn't care much about nudity, she always changed clothes in front of him, and he always stared at her body, especially her chest. She liked being watched, she enjoyed drawing men's eyes and stirring their desire. She was a virgin, even if she didn't act like a pure woman.
Clara's large, firm breasts soon replaced Yuna's in his mind, since Lian had never seen Yuna's bare chest.
"We need to go to the hall," Clara said as she noticed Lian taking too long in the bathroom.
The main hall of the church was where all baptisms took place, always held on the last day of each month. Everyone who became adults that month would be baptized, starting their adult lives already with their classes.
The event was simple. Each person placed their right hand on a crystal, and the high mother used her ocular abilities to determine their class.
A class was like a prison of abilities. No matter how hard someone tried, the class limited what each person could do or how far they could advance.
Normally, during adolescence, a class would manifest in small skills, but only after baptism would it fully awaken and reveal the true ability. Before that, a skill could appear and then vanish after the baptism. It happened to a small minority, but it always caused deep frustration.