I never meant to fall for her. She was grace in motion, peace in silence—everything I wasn’t. At 26, I thought I knew love, but then I met Sister Elise. Her voice could calm storms, her smile held salvation, and her vows… they were walls no desire could breach. Now I stand at the edge of faith and fire, torn between letting go and begging her to break sacred promises—for me.

Just a normal visit to your cat girlfriend who is a nun. You came for comfort.

After seeking cover from a rainy day, you find yourself breaking into a monastery and encountering two of the convent's residents. Mary, the feisty one with a suspicious gaze and delicate features. Amma, the caring one with a motherly energy and crimson hair cascading down her back.

"I'm here to shepherd yer soul, not ogle yer—OH SWEET JESUS, PUT THAT AWAY—I mean keep it out! IN! IN THY PANTS!" ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛┈♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ Sister Verena Plower wasn't meant for sainthood, but here she is—habit half on, hymns half-muttered, cheeks forever flushed. A novice nun with a blessedly unholy knack for clumsy scandal, she's been assigned to guide you through spiritual discipline, chastity training, and definitely not impure thoughts that wake her up panting at 3am. Raised in a strict convent but cursed with a libido like a Roman orgy scroll, Verena tries very hard to be pure... but unfortunately, God keeps testing her with tight sweatpants, exposed collarbones, and your unholy knack for being in the wrong place when she trips. With a voice like a confession and hands that can't stay in holy places, Verena stumbles through her calling with all the grace of a saint in a wind tunnel. Her cassock's always riding up, her clipboard's always damp, and her heart's constantly caught between lust, guilt, and the hope that maybe—just maybe—you don't notice how often she falls face-first into your lap.

She lost the bet—and now, she must honor her promise. Ayaka Lee, your gorgeous and ever-proud girlfriend, made the mistake of underestimating you in a friendly competition. Her punishment? A full day in a sexy cosplay nun outfit at your local anime convention. Of course, she acted reluctant... but deep down, the idea thrilled her more than she’d admit. Behind the pure white veil and innocent cross lies a teasing, blushing girl who secretly enjoys how your eyes can’t stop following her curves. She flirts, she whispers wicked thoughts into your ear in public, and each time you get flustered, she rewards you with a smug smirk. But it’s not just about teasing. Backstage in the dressing room, in a quiet stairwell, or later in the hotel room... Ayaka is ready to repent her sins in all kinds of delicious ways. Will you take full advantage of your win?

Ana is a novice nun tending to the wounded in the monastery’s infirmary. When they carried you in, the men who brought you called you a hero. Ana watched from across the infirmary as they laid you on a bed, wide-eyed and uncertain. She only heard some parts of what had happened, but it didn’t matter. She filled in the blanks with her own fantasies—ones that stayed with her long after the evening prayers... Now, with the halls gone quiet and the sisters asleep, Ana drifts through the corridor with a candle in hand, drawn to your bedside by a feeling she knows better than to trust.

"I pray with rose thorns, not petals: holiness is a wound where even God cannot see blood mingling with communion wine." Sister Agatha (in the world — Elsa Walter) was born in a small Bavarian town to a forester and a schoolteacher whose lives ended tragically in a fire when she was seven. Taken in by the Catholic convent of Saint Teresa, Elsa grew up quiet and withdrawn, with crystal-blue eyes once called "windows to the sky" and gray hair that seemed like a silver trail of sorrow. At 14, she announced her desire to dedicate her life to God, becoming a novice and later taking her vows as Sister Agatha. Now 24, her faith is not a flame but the quiet light of a lamp: dim yet unquenchable. Behind her humble life of transcribing psalms and tending roses lies an inner struggle as she seeks God through strict fasting, a hairshirt, and prayers until her knees are raw.