Once Sohen and the pretty GILF nun had settled comfortably into their seats... an awkward atmosphere settled between them once again.

(She was the one who invited me to this cafeteria in the first place, and logically, she should be the one to start the conversation, but... the nun is clearly feeling uncomfortable and avoiding eye contact. I understand her, and I’m not feeling very comfortable either. Runo and I had committed a rather immoral act in her building back then, but... Phew. Maybe I should go first?)

While the young man was gathering his thoughts, the young waitress was already bringing them their tea.

- (Waitress). "Here’s your order."

- (Me). "Thank you."

- (Sister Olivia). "Thank you, my dear Inyan."

- (Waitress). "Would you like anything else?"

- (Me). "No, thank you."

- (Sister Olivia). "Tea will be enough for me. Thank you; may the Mother Goddess bless you for your diligence."

- (Waitress). "I hope you have a lovely evening, Miss Olivia, and..."

- (Me). "Sohen..."

- (Waitress). "...and Mr. Sohen."

After the waitress brought our order and wished us a pleasant time, she bowed and went back to work.

(It all felt a bit too formal for what is, albeit aesthetically pleasing, a small café... There’s quite a bit of religious symbolism in some parts of the place, and the fact that sitting next to me is the matriarch of the Church of Liberation who is acquainted with the owner and is herself a major figure in our city’s life... means there’s really nothing surprising about any of this... By the way, my grandmother’s friend ordered tea for me without my permission. Oh well, I guess it’s okay after all and I still owe her for that incident at the estate.)

- (Sister Olivia). "I hope you’re not mad at me for taking the initiative to order drinks without your permission? ’Moon Wave’ tea is so delicious that I often order it without even thinking when I visit this café with someone..."

- (Me). "What... Oh, no, no, it’s fine. I... don’t mind."

- (Sister Olivia). "I’m so glad... Also, don’t worry about paying... I’ll cover everything, so if there’s anything else you’d like..."

- (Me). "No, no, no! Thanks. Just the tea will be enough..."

- (Sister Olivia). "Okay..."

(Well... technically, the conversation has started, so it’s a little mentally easier now, but the really "touchy" topics are still ahead... What does she want to tell me?)

After they briefly discussed the order the waitress had brought... Sohen and Sister Olivia once again sank into a deep, heavy silence.

(Damn! Silence from her again... Phew.)

All Sohen could do was look around, while the mature nun stared at her cup of tea for a while.

A few minutes later, when the tea had cooled slightly, Sister Olivia slowly raised the cup to her lips and took her first small sip.

Her eyes closed for a moment, as if she were savoring not only the taste but something much deeper.

Sohen noticed her full lips touching the rim of the cup and involuntarily looked away.

(Sister Olivia is a real... GILF, and that says it all. The more you watch her, the more you start to find her physically attractive.)

He picked up his own cup as well.

(Let’s try this delicious tea that the alluring nun recommended.)

- (Sister Olivia). "..."

As soon as his fingers touched the warm porcelain, Olivia suddenly looked up and began to watch him intently, almost mesmerized.

Sohen took his first sip.

(Wow, the tea really is delicious, but... it’s kind of strange, I’m sure I’ve experienced this aroma and taste before, but I can’t quite place where.)

A look of genuine, unhidden surprise appeared on his face.

- (Sister Olivia). "..."

- (Me). "Miss Olivia? Why are you looking at me like that..."

- (Sister Olivia). "Is it good?"

- (Me). "What... What?"

- (Sister Olivia). "Is it good... Did you like the tea?"

- (Me). "Huh?... Oh, yeah. It’s really good. It has a pretty rich flavor and a pleasant aroma."

- (Sister Olivia). "I’m glad you liked it, but why were you so surprised when you tried it?"

- (Me). "I’m sure I’ve never been here in my life and have never ordered ’Moon Wave,’ but... for some reason, the tea seems quite familiar. It’s as if I’ve tasted it somewhere before."

Olivia gave a faint smile.

- (Sister Olivia). "Let me explain something... This tea is made from the leaves of the Korean white camellia. It’s a very rare plant. It’s almost impossible to grow under other conditions, it requires a specific altitude, high humidity, special soil, and even a certain ’energy’ of the place. It grows only in one small, almost isolated village in the mountains of Korea. This café is one of the few places in the world where it’s served in its authentic, pure form."

Sohen raised an eyebrow with interest, still holding the cup in his hands and feeling the warmth from it spread through his fingers.

- (Me). "Then how can the owner of such a small café in our modest town afford this?"

- (Sister Olivia). "Because..."

Olivia didn’t have time to answer.

- (???). "The answer is very simple..."

Quite unexpectedly, a calm, melodious female voice rang out right next to their table.

- (Me). "???"

Sohen turned around.

(It’s...)

Standing before them was Sister Olivia’s "right hand" and chief assistant at the convent... Sister Aoki.

(Sister Aoki? Does she like this cafeteria, too?)

This wasn’t the first time Sohen had met this woman, and they even shared a common experience in the past, but more on that later.

Sister Aoki was 42 years old, but she looked as if time had passed her by, leaving only a subtle, attractive maturity.

Her long, thick blue-black hair fell in a heavy, silky cascade almost to her waist.

It was a rich, deep color — dark, with a cool blue undertone that shimmered particularly noticeably in the warm light of the cafeteria.

A few strands softly framed her face, emphasizing its delicate yet expressive features.

Aoki’s face was incredibly attractive: soft yet defined cheekbones, a small, neat chin, full, naturally rosy lips, and large, deep dark-blue eyes that held a calm, almost hypnotic depth.

A light blush on her cheeks made her appearance both gentle and seductive.

She looked like the perfect blend of holiness and hidden sin.

Her figure was particularly striking.

Sister Aoki had very voluptuous, heavy G-cup breasts that looked stunning even beneath her austere black nun’s habit.

The fabric clung tightly to them, emphasizing their perfect round shape and heavy, seductive weight.

The deep cleavage between them was clearly visible, and a silver cross, similar to the one Sister Olivia wore, rested calmly right between them, as if deliberately drawing attention to this sinful contrast.

Her waist was quite slim, and her hips were wide and feminine, creating a classic, very attractive "hourglass" figure.

The black outfit fit her perfectly, accentuating every curve, especially when she moved.

The white cuffs and collar created a stark yet erotic contrast with the dark fabric.

Aoki stood with a gentle, warm smile, her hands folded calmly in front of her.

She radiated confidence and calm.

- (Sister Aoki). "Good evening, Sohen. It’s been a while."

(Another hot nun...)

Sohen froze for a moment, but then snapped back to reality.

- (Me). "Good evening, Miss Aoki. What an unexpected place to meet. Do you also enjoy local tea, coffee, or some other beverage?"

- (Sister Aoki). "Ha-ha. Yes, you’re partly right, but..."

- (Sister Olivia). "Sister Aoki is the owner of this cafeteria."

- (Me). "???"

- (Sister Aoki). "Yes, and also... I’m from that little village in the mountains of Korea. Thanks to a friendly connection with a fellow villager, ’Moon Wave’ tea is sold exclusively at this modest café. I hope that explains why we have this wonderful drink available on the tables here?"

- (Me). "Yes, I understand, but... if Korean white camellia leaves are so rare, as you say, then where..."

- (Sister Olivia). "The answer is quite simple... at home."

- (Me). "At home?"

- (Sister Aoki). "Yes. Tea made from white camellia leaves is sold only at my establishment and nowhere else in our country. Perhaps you’ve traveled to Korea or China and once tried a version of ’Moon Wave’ there, but that’s unlikely, and since this is your first time at ’Quiet Song,’ the only place you could have tried this drink... is your home."

- (Me). "Why specifically at home? I don’t understand your logic..."

- (Sister Olivia). "Aoki gave your grandmother tea leaves several times, and she used them to make her own version of ’Moon Wave’ for you and your family. It’s so obvious, Sohen."

- (Me). "..."

(That’s not obvious at all! How am I supposed to know about her gifts if she says, "This is from an acquaintance..." and she has about a thousand of them?!... She has a lot of acquaintances because of her sexist activities, just saying...)

- (Aoki’s sister). "Do you get it now?"

- (Me). "Yeah..."

- (Sister Aoki). "That’s great. Well, it’s time for me to go. I still have some things to take care of at the facility. It was nice meeting you, Sohen. Have a nice evening."

- (Me). "It was nice meeting you, too... I hope you have a nice evening as well."

Sister Aoki bowed to us and went to discuss something with the waitresses.

- (Me). "Miss Olivia, I have a question... Please tell me... How can Miss Aoki run a private business while being a nun at the convent?"

- (Sister Olivia). "Nuns are indeed forbidden from running a private business, since they take a vow of poverty and renounce their personal property; however... that used to be the case. Times are changing, and certain rules are changing as well. In recent years, some restrictions have been relaxed for people like us, and so, in order to run her own business for profit, a nun must go through a specific legal procedure to confirm that her business does not interfere with her religious activities."

- (Me). "I see..."

After Sister Aoki intervened in the conversation between Sohen and Sister Olivia, the tense atmosphere between them gradually began to ease.

They both began to enjoy their tea and talk about random things related to what they’d been discussing just a few minutes earlier.

For the first time that evening, Sohen felt a certain sense of balance in his mind and relaxed a little, but... he had no idea what would happen to him in the near future or what changes would take place in his turbulent life after this conversation with Miss Olivia.