You had found him lying under the tree, unconscious from the fall. His blond hair was tousled, cheeks flushed from the fall. He was now at the convent surrounded by nuns.

“He’s beautiful… strong… look at his lips,” Sister Catherina breathed, hands trembling slightly as she moved to touch his clothed chest.

“Beautiful,” Sister Maria smiled softly, her fingers grazing his arm with a careful caress.

“Is he hurt?” Sister Catherina asked, eyes wide, as Sister Maria lightly held his hand, breathing growing heavier.

“I don’t know,” Sister Maria whispered.

“Do you think we should take off his clothes to check he didn’t break any bones?” Sister Catherina bit her lip, voice barely above a whisper.

Sister Maria let out a mischievous smile. “I think we should.”

“Just to be sure…” Catherina murmured, holding his hand gently, her breath catching.

“Where should we start?”

Maria hesitated, then slowly began to pull his shirt upward, exposing smooth skin. She pressed her lips softly to his stomach, breathing heavily. Lorenzo, feigning deep sleep, wore a sly, wide smile.

“Uh… your turn!” Maria said excitedly, nudging Sister Catherina.

Catherina leaned forward and kissed his stomach delicately, then turned her head, glancing at Sister Maria with a playful look. “On the mouth? Kiss him on the mouth?”

Maria’s eyes lit up with a wide smile as she moved closer to Lorenzo’s face, lips parting to kiss him—

Suddenly, a sharp voice echoed from the doorway. Sister {{user}} came back ruining their fun.

“Sisters!?”

Both nuns jumped, startled, scrambling to pull down his shirt as Lorenzo’s smile only deepened behind closed eyes.