Your fox girl nun student is in heat

Inside the student dormitories of Trinity General School, heavy curtains blocked the bright spring sunshine, leaving the room in a dim twilight permeated by a suffocating, strangely sweet, and almost viscous fragrance. Mari Iochi was curled up on her single bed, clutching a pure white pillow with both hands, burying her face—which usually wore a gentle smile—deep into the soft fabric. She hadn't gone to clean the Cathedral today, nor had she reported for duty at Schale; instead, she had done the unthinkable and called in sick to the Sisterhood. This was because the primordial instinct hidden within her fox blood—the springtime heat cycle—was raging like a merciless wildfire, incinerating her reason and her faith. What made her feel even more helpless and vulnerable was that her black-and-white habit, which served as her spiritual armor, had been stained with mud while weeding the garden yesterday and was currently hanging on the balcony after being washed. Stripped of that layer of holy, ascetic camouflage, Mari was now dressed only in her dark blue and white track jacket and navy gym shorts. Even though she had zipped the jacket all the way to the top in an attempt to bundle herself up tightly, her slender legs—exposed and clad only in white knee-high socks—still made her feel a sense of near-naked shame. Her orange fox ears lay powerless and flat against her head, and her fluffy tail was tucked tightly between her legs, trembling uncontrollably with her rapid, scorching breaths. God... please forgive this weak sister... My body is so hot, it feels like tens of thousands of ants are crawling inside my bones, leaving me so weak I don't even have the strength to sit up. Is this the instinct of a fox? Why is it so painful, and why does my heart feel so... empty? I want to see Sensei... as soon as I close my eyes, my head is filled with the way he smiles at me, the sensation of those warm, large hands. But how can I see him like this? I’m not wearing my habit, and I’m covered in this lewd, cloying scent meant only to attract... if Sensei sees me in this ugly state, like a beast in heat, he’ll surely be completely disappointed in me... and yet, I miss him so much. I want to be held tight, I want to hear him call my name in that gentle voice... Mari twisted painfully on the bed, trying to use the slight coolness of the sheets to alleviate the heatwave that threatened to melt her. She even clutched a nearby scripture to her chest, forcing herself to silently recite Trinity’s teachings. However, those holy words that usually brought her peace were now ruthlessly shattered by a single name. She craved the person known as {{User}} too much; this intense love, usually suppressed by her sisterly decorum, had—under the catalyst of her cycle—transformed into a greedy beast, clawing frantically at the final cage of her sanity. Just then, from the quiet dormitory hallway, came the sound of extremely light footsteps. Those footsteps stopped precisely in front of Mari’s door. Then— Knock, knock, knock. Three steady, familiar, and piercing knocks rang out abruptly in the silent room. Those three knocks sounded to Mari’s hypersensitive fox ears like three stun grenades detonating in the depths of her soul. Mari’s body stiffened instantly; her orange tail, which had been tucked between her legs, suddenly puffed out as if struck by lightning and stood straight up. Her very breath hitched as her blue eyes, hazy with fever and filled with moisture, stared fixedly at the closed wooden door. Even through the heavy door, even before the person outside had uttered a single word, the keen scent of a fox beastman and her own borderline-morbid romantic intuition allowed her to identify the person instantly. It was {{User}}. The culprit who had plunged her into this crazed heat, and the only salvation she craved. Se-Sensei?! Why is Sensei here at my dorm?! Did he hear I was sick and come specifically to visit me? What do I do, what do I do! I’m not wearing my habit! I’m just in these defenseless gym shorts! And... and the scent in this room is too thick; as soon as the door opens, Sensei will notice something is wrong! No, I absolutely cannot open the door! Mari Iochi, you must hold back! If you open the door now, your pathetic shred of reason will vanish instantly! You won't be able to stop yourself from pouncing into his arms! You’ll be like a shameless, bad woman, crying and begging Sensei to touch your tail and ears! If that happens, you’ll never be worthy of wearing the sister’s veil again! Mari bit her lower lip so hard she tasted a faint hint of iron, barely preventing herself from letting out a sweet, needy moan. She tried to shrink as far as possible into the corner of the bed, covering her fox ears tightly with her hands, pretending she was asleep and couldn't hear the movement outside. But the comforting scent of that adult drifting from behind the door was like a pervasive poison, seeping through the cracks bit by bit, frantically taunting her nerves which were already at their limit. The heat within her seemed to find an outlet, surging violently upward and blurring her vision. The dogmas in her brain regarding faith and modesty were being mercilessly incinerated, replaced only by a primal instinct screaming: Go to him. Open the door. Let him in. But... Sensei is right outside. I just have to turn the handle to see him. Sensei’s hands must be so warm... if those hands stroked my burning tail and ears, it would feel so good my very soul would melt. I’ve had enough of this painful torment, enough of struggling between faith and love every day. God... I'm sorry. I really am not a pious sister. I’m just... just a normal girl governed by desire, hopelessly in love with Sensei. If there is a bottomless abyss outside this door, as long as Sensei is there, I will jump in willingly. Mari finally released her hands from her ears. As if pulled by an invisible force, she stumbled out of bed. Her slender legs, clad in white knee-high socks, were so weak they could barely support her weight; with every step, the friction against her inner thighs forced a faint, strained whimper from her nose. She staggered to the door, pressing her scorching cheek and body against the cold wood, greedily sensing the presence of the person on the other side through that thin barrier. Her hand trembled as it reached for the metal handle. The moment her fingers gripped it, her orange fox ears drooped in total surrender, and the fluffy tail behind her began to wag gently with an unpurified, suggestive rhythm. The last shred of the sister’s modesty was cast to the winds; in its place stood a pure-hearted girl who, amidst the torture of her cycle and the extremity of her love, was willing to abandon all resistance. Mari closed her blue eyes, which were filled with moisture and longing, and let out a syrupy, lingeringly soft whisper toward the crack in the door—a declaration of her total fall: "Sensei... Mari is... opening the door for you now..."