Bonus Art (Plus Short Story) - Summer Nun Fun (Patreon)

The month of June had arrived--and with it, came the beginnings of a sweltering summer. Wanting to capitalise on this weather while it lasted, you arrive at a fairly typical beach, crowded with people who each see fit to enjoy the warm weather in their own ways. Playful cries, animated chatter and the incessant squawking of gulls overhead all mingle together with the ever-present lapping of the waves in a way that settles just right on your ears. The nostalgic smell of saltwater hangs thick in the air. You shift your feet about, relishing the warmth of the sand as it filters between your toes. It's truly a picturesque moment in time, all serving to set the scene for what's bound to be an unforgettable day.

Indeed--it's with these clearest of skies and brightest of suns shining overhead that you nervously await her. Eyes scanning the crowds for any sign of her arrival, your heart thumps restlessly, a constant drum in your ears that only seems to get louder with each passing moment. You flex your hands in something of a nervous tic, unsure if the sweat coating your palms is a result of the heat or your nerves getting the better of you. Had the air always been this hot? Had it always been this difficult to breathe?! Exhaling a shaky breath, you try to focus on the inviting atmosphere of the beach some more to avoid overthinking on things.

To think, though... A sister of the faith accepting your offer to hang out at the beach so readily. Even now, you're still not entirely sure how this all worked out so well. In hindsight, it'd been incredibly bold of you to take the initiative and spring the question on her out of the blue like that.

But the more you had the time to dwell on it, perhaps it wasn't JUST boldness fuelling you back then? Maybe it was both a blend of that AND a desire to whisk her away from her dreary life in the church, if only for a single day. Because while she never outwardly complained, and always had a bright smile on her face as she went about her religious duties...you could see the strain. The cracks that had surfaced on the mask she wore so well. She was tired. Mentally. Physically. Far too many expectations were being pushed on someone as young as her, who had seemingly been born into such a life, never having a moment to just...enjoy life as a girl. As the woman that she had grown into.

Perhaps it was for this reason, that although she was hesitant at first to accept your invitation...there was a clear sparkle in her eyes. A longing for freedom, however temporary it might have been, from the ironclad grip of the church that otherwise saw fit to dictate her life. In the end, the allure of the beach was just far too great for her to refuse--and thus, plans had been made. Whether or not she got permission to come out here today, or was rebelling against a greater will wasn't entirely clear--but the most important part was that she would soon be here, and--...

"Hello! Thank you for waiting! I trust I didn't keep you long?"

You're roused out of the past by a melodic voice drifting through the air. A voice so sweet and pure--and equal parts enrapturing--that it cuts through the din of the beach and reaches your ears with crystal clarity. A voice that unmistakably belonged to none other than her. Suddenly, nothing else mattered anymore.

Indeed--June had now truly arrived. Sister June.

Heart skipping a beat at the sound of her voice--as it always seemed to do--you swivel around in the sand to greet her. Anticipation overwhelms you at the thought of what she might have chosen to wear. Just how WOULD a sister of the faith dress for such an occasion? Would she still be wearing that iconic habit of hers that always seemed to hug her body just a little more snugly than may have been comfortable? Would she be wearing something more casual, but still reserved, like a nice sundress? Or maybe--...maybe...maybe...

Your train of thought is utterly derailed when you finally catch sight of her. Your mind goes blank. Your jaw falls slack. Nothing that your imagination could have conjured up would have prepared you for this.

There she stands, just a short distance away, angelic smile beaming and hand waving in a bid to capture your attention--not she needed any extra assistance with that... Heck, half the people present on the beach have stopped what they were doing to gawk her way.

Is it truly June standing before your awestruck eyes, or a mirage born from the shimmering heat warping the air around you? Had you passed out from heatstroke?! If you hadn't, it sure felt like you were about to from how the temperature had risen a good few degrees since June had taken the stage.

To sum up June's appearance in a single word...it would be...'divine'. There's really no other way to describe it. Everything about her, from her golden, shoulder length hair that serves to frame her smooth, youthful features, to her large, pure blue eyes that radiate such innocence...it was as though she was an angel sent from the heavens above. No mere human could be sculpted THIS perfectly--that much you were convinced of. Hers is a face that brings people to the church in droves, and ensures the donations are bountiful.

With the sunlight beaming down on her as though the Goddess herself had chosen to shine the spotlight on one of her most devoted disciples today, June positively glows. Those blonde, silky locks of hers have never looked as sleek as they have today. Her eyes have never sparkled as much are they are right now, glittering like sapphire jewels under the flattering rays of the sun.

But it isn't her captivating features that have rooted you to the spot. No--with her pretty face, you at least knew what to expect there, even if the sun had given it an especially healthy glow today. It was rather...what she was wearing.

For the longest time, there had been something...at odds with dear, sweet Sister June's appearance. To be blunt--the purity and innocence she exuded only went as far as her shoulders. Everything beyond there...?

Let's just say it wasn't JUST June's angelic smile that brought church-goers to Sunday mass in droves and single-handedly sparked a resurgence in belief of the Goddess in the region. Even though she was technically clad in a holy habit that concealed all of her skin, due to the incredibly...snug fit--as though several sizes too small--it did very little to hide away a figure that most would struggle to call 'pure'.

With a large bust that utterly strained against her habit--to the point you were sure you could physically hear the fabric weeping sometimes--and wide hips that flared out from a thin waist, her attire only served to amplify the perfect curves she had been blessed with. A true hourglass figure if there ever was one. In the more...perverse reaches of your mind, you always lamented that such a body had always been sealed away beneath that habit--like a holy seal, keeping her buxom figure under tight, tight, TIGHT wraps.

Today, however...was a different story.

Just for today--a special summer treat for the entire beach--she's ditched the ill-fitting habit in favour of something far more appropriate for the season. An outfit that both ironically fits her generously proportioned frame far more comfortably, yet also shows off more of her buxom figure than you ever imagined you'd be blessed enough to see in this lifetime, or even several more.

Clad in a frilly bikini that somehow manages to emphasise both June's innocence AND her immense femininity in equal measure, you give a silent prayer to the Goddess above as you fully take in the wonders of her scantily-clad figure--hardly any inch of her pale, milky-white skin off-limits now from your wandering eye. You had at least SOME sort of idea of what to expect given how tight her habit was, but even still, it didn't prepare you at all for the true reality of just how striking her figure is.

Sure that each cup of her frilly, almost childish bikini top alone rivals your head in size--which in turn makes you wonder just how large her actual breasts are, if mere mortal cup sizes can even categorise such immense heft--you marvel at the generous amount of cleavage on display. Her ample assets fill the top neatly, most likely being far more comfortable for her to wear compared to her restricting habit.

Eyes roaming a little further down--when you're finally able to wrestle them away from such soft heavenly heft, a task easier said than done--you take great interest in how the immense curves of her chest lead down to a slimmer stomach, her finely trimmed figure no doubt a result of always being on her feet every day, constantly active in the name of serving her church and Goddess. And with so much natural...weight...to lug around while on the move, it's no wonder she remains in such great shape.

Sitting snugly on her hips--which flare back out against from her toned stomach--are her bikini bottoms, frilly as the top-half, and working to conceal just enough to protect her innocence as a nun, yet also still flaunting just enough to be considered bold as they settle just low enough to keep your attention.

And beyond even that, are her shapely thighs--soft in all the right places and just begging to be squeezed at, no matter how forbidden they may have been.

All in all... With a flower tucked neatly into her hair to complete the summer look, this new bikini-clad June is the complete package from head to toe. Something you consider yourself truly blessed to be able to witness in person. You always considered yourself attracted to her--both her body AND sweet, angelic personality--but today your feelings for her are very quickly reaching new heights, seeing her under this new summer light as you are. You just...have to temper your expectations, remembering that despite her amazing figure, she's still a sister of the faith, and nothing can ever happen between you two. Nothing...at all...no matter...how much you pray.

...Your admiration of June complete--which in reality was only a few seconds of awestruck gawking, even if felt like far longer--you return her wave, and she's quick to join up with you. Though rather than simply walk the short distance between you, she excitedly bounds over.

As you can imagine, with someone as...blessed...as June moving in such an animated manner, and as scantily-clad as she is, at least a couple of people faint around her from the sheer bounciness that ensues. You genuinely believe that ambulances are going to have to be called out here for some of the older folks whose poor hearts just couldn't quite take it.

It takes all your own willpower not to leer too intensely either, knowing that with just a pair of swimming shorts as your first and only line of defense, if you let your desires get the better of you, things are going to very quickly become awkward.

Arriving in front of you with one last animated bounce, her breath lightly tinged with exertion and cheeks flushed, June straightens up with a smile. You can't help but return it, her expressions as infectious as ever.

"Ahh... Hello again! Sorry again for keeping you. I had a little trouble getting changed into this, eh-heh... It's my first time putting something like this on, so..." she trails off bashfully as she picks at the frills on her outfit. You try not to let your mind delve too deep into what a flustered June tangled up in her swimsuit while getting changed might look like. Whoops. Too late.

Sensing your eyes on her bikini--though perhaps not picking up on the true intensity of your gaze--June tilts her head. Her glossy lips part in curiosity.

"Ohh... Do you like it? I wasn't sure what to pick, so went with what they recommended at the store... Does it fit okay? It's...it's a little more out there than what I usually wear, I'll admit, but..."

You clasp a hand to your face just to keep the blood from spurting out of your nose as June unknowingly strikes all sorts of provocative poses before you in an effort to showcase her new swimsuit. She twists her body in a number of ways, each pose serving to accentuate her curves with a subtle jiggle here and there for good measure. Hand still firmly clamped to your face, you're just about able to muster a nod, fearing any attempt to speak right now will result in naught but flustered babbling. This is enough to please June all the same as another smile blossoms across her heavenly features and pushes aside the uncertainty that lingered before.

"I'm so very glad! I...I certainly feel out of my element here, so wasn't sure if it was very appropriate or not..." Bringing her hands together, she offers up a bow your way. The resulting sway of her pendulous mounds is enough to stir something within your shorts, but with a shaky exhale you're able to calm things before they can escalate. "Thank you again for the invitation--sincerely. You...do not know just how much this means to me. I...I truly do intend to make the most of today!"

She straightens back up, and for just a moment--against all odds, given the divine figure unknowingly flaunting itself before you--you're able to push your perverse desires aside as she peers up at you with such sincerity and gratitude radiating in her deep blue eyes. Pangs of guilt stab at you for letting such impure thoughts take precedence in your mind, when for June, this is clearly an opportunity for her to be free, if only a single day. With a nod and a clench of your fists, you swear to both yourself AND June that today will be the most fun day it can, even if you have to fight to keep your desires at bay all the while. This isn't about what you want after all. It's...it's June's special day and nothing is going to ruin it!

"I must say, though... It's far better than I could have ever dreamed!" She stretches her arms out high into the sky and arches her back to better soak in the rays. You...try not to pay attention to just how much more this emphasises her chest, being thrust out as it is. You hear several more people faint around you as panicked cries ring out. Are there...actually ambulances in the distance...?

"Mmmm... The warmth of the sun on my skin... The sand between my toes... The sea breeze... To think I'd been missing out on so much! I've...I've only just arrived here, and it already feels so wonderful!" She basks in the delights of the sun for a little while longer before settling back down. Another beautiful smile is offered your way, making your heart beat so fast now you're actually grateful for the ambulances in the vicinity now.

"So, uhm... How does one spend time on a beach, exactly?" June says as she draws a finger to her lips, the near child-like innocence she exudes at odds with her mature buxom figure. Her gaze is naturally drawn to the ocean--an expanse of crystal clear water that sparkles in a dazzling display. Those curious blue eyes of hers--practically a mirror image of the sea right now--flit from group to group as people enjoy a variety of games. Some playing volleyball, others building sandcastles, and some simply just swimming. "My... There's so many options... What should we do?"

Just as you consider weighing in on the decision, June cuts you off with an abrupt, "oh!" startling you into silence. As if suddenly realising she'd forgotten something, June fishes around in the tote bag slung around her shoulder. A bag that shamefully...you hadn't even noticed she'd had on her person until now. But could anyone blame you, really?

Digging around in her bag for a little more--her tongue poking out in something of an adorable manner--she produces a bottle with a bashful smile. "Ah... I forgot to do it before I came here, and...as I understand it, sunburn is no laughing matter! Apologies... Allow me to take care of this, first."

...Right. The object in question, gripped within her dainty fingers is a bottle of sunscreen. Given how almost entirely snow white she is, that seems like quite the sensible idea. A part of you questions if one bottle is going to be enough to fully cover her chest--or if even two bottles are up to the task--but you push those silly thoughts aside and turn around, offering her some privacy to apply it.

You try to focus on other things all the while...and NOT the telltale sound of her slathering a thick white cream across the expanse of her plump assets. It really sounds like she's having to work it in too, if the breathy noises leaking out of her mouth are anything to go by.

A couple of minutes go by like this, and you're just barely able to keep your mind from wandering anywhere too dangerous, but...

"U-uhm... I apologise, and don't wish to be a bother about something like this...but..." June finally speaks up, her voice unusually reserved compared to how bright and bubbly she typically is. With a curious blink, you swivel back around to find her still with bottle in hand and a healthy red glow to her cheeks.

The sunscreen has been worked in quite thoroughly. Her body glistens. It takes every ounce of willpower--and inner reserves of strength you never even knew you had--not to gawk down at how wet and shiny her bust has become. Instead, you keep a straight face and do your best to listen, as it's clear something is concerning her, and you're here to help as her friend, no matter what.

"Applying it to my front was easy enough, however..." She makes a few attempts to reach around to her back, twisting her body in some rather interesting ways...but ultimately she can barely get a good grasp. Her arms fall limp in defeat. You have a feeling you know where this is going. "My back...ah... I feel I am not able to properly apply it there--and wouldn't want it to burn, given how exposed it is, so...uhm..."

Pushing her fingers in together, she fidgets on the spot. Her gaze drops to the sand. Her mouth opens and closes--her request on the tip of her tongue, but she can't quite work up the courage to say it.

Well... It simply CANNOT be helped, can it? Exhaling a good amount of steam through your nose and mustering up all your very manly courage, you hold a hand out to June, offering to take the sunscreen bottle and finish the job. She blinks at the sudden hand thrust her way. It looks like even she wasn't expecting such boldness. Neither were you, to be fair.

"O-ohh... Are you certain? I wouldn't wish to...uhm...make this awkward for you... I am sure I can find another way, if so..."

You shake your head. You've come this far, hand outstretched as it is. It'd look pretty silly to back out now!

Her initial surprise softens into a more June-like smile as she places the bottle--and her trust--in your capable, if not a little shaky, hands. "...If you would be so kind then. I would very much appreciate it."

A towel is laid out for June to make make herself comfortable and you stand by with bottle in hand as she lowers herself down onto it, in a very...vulnerable looking...position. That's not even to mention how her oiled up assets are now pressing up against the towel as she lies down, shaping and spilling out to the sides in all kinds of interesting ways. A thought crosses your mind as you witness this, wondering if they're as comfortable and cushiony as they look...or more of a nuisance for her when she simply wants to relax? You don't voice these thoughts aloud of course, because that would indecent, and you're trying to showcase that you're far better than that right now and--...

"...Is something the matter now? I'm...I'm ready now...eh-heh..." June says from below, head turned to the side as she presents the expanse of her pale back to you. You swallow hard and shake your head. Sunscreen at the ready, you position yourself in a way that could perhaps be seen as...straddling her shapely hips...but that would be far too intimate a thing to think, right? Instead, you slightly hover over said wide hips instead, taking care as to avoid any direct contact with your lower half. It was...very risky business.

You take a moment to calm your breathing. There was no rush. Slow and steady, and you'll persevere. You focus purely on the pale, slender back presented so vulnerably before you. You definitely don't take a peak at the more shapely rear just a little bit of the ways down--definitely not. Holding the bottle out before her back, your aim wavering, you intend to squeeze the bottle just a little bit to get started, but--...

"O-ooh--my~!"

The bottle slips in your sweaty grasp. You end up squirting out far more than you intended, splattering a thick, white strand of it out across her back in a way that almost makes it look like--... Ahem, well. At any rate, June gives a sudden jolt from the surprise discharge, letting out a noise that certainly isn't helping with the dirty thoughts creeping into your head. Is this some kind of divine test from the Goddess herself? You're really starting to wonder...

At any rate, after apologising profusely for accidentally getting a touch too eager there, you make the most of a messy situation and begin to work the sunscreen into her back. At first, your touch is light--maybe a bit TOO hesitant, to the point you fail to really massage any of the cream in...but after some gentle encouragement from June, you find yourself getting into a surprisingly efficient rhythm.

Up and down, your hands work over the canvas of June's milky white back. Palms swirling and fingers kneading, you quickly warm to the idea of massaging her like this. Her skin is so...soft. So supple. So pure. She practically feels like an a different species than you and your own inferior skin. Was this what it was like to massage a woman--or was it the fact that June was really an angel in disguise? Such strange, entertaining thoughts float through the mind the more relaxed you become in the act. You get so into it, you forget what you were even worried about to begin with.

"Mmmm... My... You're so gentle, heehee..." June practically purrs. It seems you're not the only one who has found a way to relax in all of this. Her body yields to your touch, practically melting under it. "I...ah...apologise again for imposing such an awkward task upon you...ah-hah...ah..." Her bashful apology is laced with breathy sighs throughout--suggesting that she might even be...enjoying it. You push such silly thoughts aside for now, though, and focus on applying the sunscreen. That was the whole point of this after all, right...?

Though, your massaging efforts hit a snag--quite literally--as your fingers bump up against the string of her bikini top. Tied together in a cute little knot, the string bunches up awkwardly at your touch, and you briefly wonder if you should just slide your hands under, or...

"Oh...? Is that in the way? Allow me~"

...Sounding as innocent as ever, June reaches up to the string and unravels it with a swift tug. Before you can even think to protest, the job is done. Her bikini top is technically...off now. Granted, it still remains in place with the heft of her chest pressed against the towel, so it's not like she's lost her mind and gone topless...but still. What was once a risky situation has become an outright hazardous one. The confidence you had gathered from massaging the rest of her back dissipates in an instance and you ponder whether or not you should protest and try to tie it back up...but...really now, you're in this far? So what's a little more boldness?

You swallow down your nerves and get back to word. With a whole new area exposed to your slick, oily hands now, you swiftly work your magic on her upper back. June lets out several more content noises at this, shuffling now and again in the process. As you reach the sides of her back, where the plumpness of her chest really spills out...you work with just a little more care. As though it were a delicate, tender operation. Oh so...very...soft...and tender... Just one little stray...slip of your hand and you would accidentally cop a feel of those holy assets--and then you'd be going to hell no matter what, that much was certain!

...You apply the rest of the sunscreen across her back without incident. Against all odds. Somehow. You survive. Her back now as slick, shiny and protected against the relentless heat of the sun as her front, you straight up with a sigh of relief and inform her of this. You dismount her hips for good measure. ...You never thought you'd have to narrate that.

"Mmm...? All done are we~? Well, that was nice, ahuhu... Thank you very much. I suppose I'll--..."

Sounding just a touch sleepy--perhaps having dozed off from the impromptu oily massage--June is slow to push herself up off of the towel. It was a good thing she WAS in a daze, though, because as she works to sit up, you notice something rather crucial. She hasn't put her bikini top back on!

With a sharp cry and an insistent hand to her back, you force her back onto the towel before she can show the whole beach her bare holy assets. Enough people had already fainted as is! If she ended up doing that, it was possible the casualties would reach a disaster level!

"O-oh?!"

There's some initial shock--especially from how forceful you ended up being--but after finding the courage to choke out the words 'top' with a thrust of your finger towards the bikini top still spread out against the towel, June's cheeks flush a healthy crimson.

"M-my... How embarrassing that would have been! Apologies, I don't know where my head is at lately, ahuhu..."

You wipe the sweat from your head with a sigh. Crisis averted. Many lives saved. You were a true hero today, and nobody would ever know it! You supposed that's just how it was sometimes, though. Not all heroes wore capes. Some defended from the shadows, ensuring that assets of a gargantuan proportion were properly restrained--for the safety of the world.

…

After that little dose of excitement, your time on the beach starts in earnest. Having vowed to show June the time of her life today, you try to fit in as many activities as you can.

First up came the main attraction of any good beach--the ocean itself. June was tentative at first, taking a few steps into the shallow waves as though afraid of the deeper expanse...but gradually worked up the courage to wade in deeper and deeper as per your encouragement that there were no sharks out there looking to feast on her tasty, abundant meat. Nor sadistic mermaids. At least not on THIS beach. You also wanted to assure her that she would be fine in the water no matter what, given her rather convenient flotation devices...but thought better of that, joke or not.

The pair of you had a fun old time, swimming about, letting the waves rock you to and fro...and much to your surprise, an impromptu splash fight even erupted out of nowhere. Your surprise of catching an unhealthy amount of saltwater in your mouth quickly gave way to mischief as you splashed her right back--an incredibly wet and wild battle that neither side ended up wanting to back down from.

This...adventurous side of June. You'd never seen anything like it. You'd never heard her laugh like this. It was a genuine joy, right from the stomach, unrestrained from the usual modest giggles she let out. And that sparkle in her eye...it was one you were sure you'd never forget. You were having so much fun kicking water up at her in fact that you barely even paid attention to the way it splashed against her shapely figure...running down in rivulets between her assets that heaved and jiggled amid her joyous laughter. Okay--BARELY paid attention. You still snuck a few peaks here and there.

The 'battle' ended in a draw after you both decided you'd ingested enough seawater to reach the legal limits for a year at least, and it was with that you traipsed back onto the beach looking for more adventures to be had.

You did try a round of volleyball with her, but...well. It ended as well as expected for any poor on-lookers that saw her making such animated movements, leaping to and fro to spike the ball with a surprising amount of dexterity for one usually so reserved. One time she hit the ball, it almost felt like it could have taken your head off with how it whooshed by and cratered the sand behind you. June gave a sheepish wave after that, seemingly oblivious to the beach-goers being carted away by paramedics around her, blood gushing from their noses.

Sandcastles were next. You weren't sure if June would have even been up for such a, well...childish activity, but she took to it almost immediately, borrowing the buckets of some rather awestruck onlookers and quickly building up a sandy facsimile of the church she belonged to. After which, she gave her prayers to the Goddess...but...after focusing on the church for a little while longer, her expression clouded over, and she 'accidentally' tripped, smushing the entire thing with her huge chest. Dusting the sand off of her assets, she was quick to move on from that, seemingly none too bothered at having desecrated such a holy place.

Walking by, you also came across a few people partaking in what was apparently a tradition in some countries of cracking open a watermelon. Which you find a little weird personally, but once June got that sparkle in her eye, you knew there was no talking her out of it.

Which led to June convincing the group to lend her both a bat AND a melon. You supposed it WAS rather difficult to say to no her, and her own special melons.

...You weren't sure what to expect when June moved in on the defenceless watermelon, bat wound back in her slender arms. It wasn't as though she had much muscle to speak of, but...

You certainly weren't expecting to be standing there in horror as the bat cracked through with near perfect efficiency, rupturing the melon into gory chunks that splattered out around the general vicinity as though some poor person's head had been pulped. June gave a little pump of her fist at the results, while everyone else's expression mirrored yours--abject horror, blood--sorry, melon--streaming down our faces. June wasn't spared the melon explosion either as juicy wet chunks of it coated her face--and her chest of course, a magnet for these sort of things. She licked at her face innocently, proud of her work.

...Rest in peace, melon.

…

The activities continued in this vein as the hours of the day rolled by and much fun was had. Before long, the beach began to clear out of people as the sunlight dwindled and the temperature dropped. Soon, it was just a handful of people scattered about in their own groups, probably facing the same reluctance as you and June, not quite ready to accept that this day was coming to an end.

...Sitting beside you now, a hoodie draped over her bikini-clad form to stave off the encroaching evening chill, June looks out into the ocean, an exhausted, but content look on her face. You notice she's sitting close. Very close. To the point your shoulders are practically touching. You...focus your gaze on water, too, captivated by its golden, sunset glow as the sun sinks into the horizon beyond.

"Today was...very fun," June says after a lengthy period of silence. She looks back at you, warmth radiating in her eyes. "Thank you. Again. Sincerely. For allowing me to experience what it is like beyond the church's four walls..."

You return her smile and nod. You insist you're happy to take her out whenever she wants. This...only seems to darken her expression however as she looks away again.

"...You are...very kind. But...unfortunately...I am not sure when such a chance will surface, if ever again. Truthfully, I am pushing the limits of what is allowed by being here now..." She shakes her head, golden locks--still slightly damp from her frolic in the ocean--swaying with her. "Not to say that I am a prisoner within my church, of course...but I mean, more...well..." Without looking back at you, her slender fingers entwine with your hand in a gentle hold and her voice dips to a delicate whisper. "...Us"

You swallow hard and return her touch with a tender squeeze. Right. That makes sense. She IS a sister of the faith after all--and more often than not, they're sworn to a life of celibacy. A life devoted to their goddess. A partner is out of the question. Something stabs at your heart as you realise this. You'd tried to push your feelings down before, insisting that you knew full well nothing could ever happen between you...but the more time you spent with her today, the more you realised that had been nothing but a flimsy, hastily constructed lie. Of course you had feelings for her. Of COURSE you wanted to be more than a friend. It seems even June was struggling with this, internally as she squeezes your hand even harder.

"...I fear...if we spend more time together, even as...friends...it will only make things more painful. My feelings for you are... Ah..." She stops herself short and releases your hand. You grasp at the air where such soft warmth used to be a moment ago. "But at the same time...I am not sure if I can truly accept this reality... Is it truly so bad, to be with the one you like? Surely even the Goddess would--..."

...She trails off and sighs. The sun is almost completely gone now, with stars twinkling into view, one by one. A truly perfect way to end the day, even if it had to be on such a bittersweet note.

"I...have a lot to think about, I suppose. And am expected back soon." She rises to her feet and you follow. Gazing up at you, fondness shimmering in her deep blue hues despite the painful things she said a moment ago, colour dashes across her cheeks once more. "It has been...very fun. I should not say this...as it goes against everything I stand for, as a sister of the faith, but...I would very much like to see you again. Even if..." She stops herself for a moment, but pushes on, hands clenching into determined fists. "Even if the Goddess herself ends up objecting. We will...make it work!"

At that, she wraps her arms around in a surprise hug. For a moment, your arms are left hanging limply as you take the time to process her supple softness squishing in against you. But you quickly return the hug, pushing her slender form even tighter up against you. The hug lasts for what feels like an eternity--knowing that once you let go, the magical date together will finally be over...

But like all good things...even this eternal hug has to end. June totters back on her feet as her arms unravel from around you. She looks up bashfully with a large smile, the faintest hints of a tear clouding against her eyes.

"...Ah. Close your eyes, if you will. I wish to leave you with one last...parting gift, if you will."

...You do as instructed. At this point, you trust June so much you don't even think to--...

"Mfff~ Goodbye."

Something soft, delicate and ever so moist graces your lips, lingering there for a few seconds before pulling back. When you open your eyes...June is gone. You sink into the sand in a cross-legged position and gaze back out into the ocean, backlit by the starry sky.

...Is the Goddess out there, perhaps? Does she approve of you and June? A wry grin crosses your face as you realise you don't care--nor need her approval. It's just as June said...Goddess or not...you'd make things work, even if you had to challenge the heavens themselves.