episode_0077

77.

“Everyone, let us pray. In times like these, we must maintain an even more devout attitude.”

In the grand hall, bathed in sunlight that seemed to radiate holiness, devout followers gathered.

Each with their own reasons for offering worship to the Goddess.

“We always give thanks to the Goddess, and we believe she will always be by our side.”

“Oh, Goddess….”

The warm sunlight felt like the Goddess’s gentle touch.

Although many who shared their beliefs had left, they still revered the Goddess’s name.

“Oh… please….”

Passionate prayers harmonized, softly filling the space. Despite the hall’s size, the fervent voices filled it completely.

“Prepare yourselves for the coming Holy War.”

A prophecy known to few, even within the sect, let alone outsiders. Ancient and timeworn, it existed only as a hand-copied text, yet it had foretold great events.

Trust in the prophecy for the current era was low, being the only one of its kind, but all evidence clearly indicated its appointed time was approaching.

The Holy War.

An unavoidable war was approaching.

“Ahh♡”

“Goddess―♡”

In their semi-nude state, each devoutly caressed a penis model.

Some licked it reverently, others rubbed it between their legs—each diligently practicing their techniques.

“Strive for greater devotion. Practicing and refining your skills to truly spread the Goddess’s name is our mission.”

Even while preaching, his groin twitched. Witnessing their sexual technique training at their prime, he couldn’t help but react.

However, due to his position, he only spoke quietly.

“Pair up and refine your skills. If you can’t find a partner, I will pair you up.”

Lesbian play was the most efficient method, he calculated. Not everyone would have a penis, and flesh-on-flesh contact was always better for skill development than using models.

However, since no one was familiar with it, they were all nervously glancing around.

“You are messengers of God, you have no need to hesitate. All this is ultimately service to the Goddess.”

The earnest yet firm words prompted them to pair off one by one. Since they were already aroused, the task was simple.

“Instead of doing it alone, gently caress your partner, thinking of them. If you’re not sure, let your body guide you.”

After observing the growing fervor, he nodded.

“Good. This concludes today’s service. Let us end with a prayer.”

After a short prayer, the regular service ended. Those still needing to release their arousal after being given such a short prayer were allowed to do so, leaving the hall.

“You’ve worked hard, Bishop.”

“Haah.”

Leading the service was always mentally draining. Moreover, recent services had been anything but ordinary, making him three times more exhausted.

“Damn it, what a torment this is. Oh, man.”

Julia, the young Priestess of the Fried sect, cursed as she washed her hands in holy water.

After lightly drying her hands, she quickly walked down the long corridor.

Lately, she’d felt a disquieting unease, a nagging sense of something missing, like an adventurer who’d left their purse somewhere.

“Ah, shit…. This is really fucking awful. I don’t even have time to masturbate, and I have to endure seeing all that right in front of me….”

“Please calm down. The Bishop doesn’t have to personally engage with them, does she?”

“What are you saying? Damn it! Never mind. Is Friednihi in her quarters?”

“She should be.”

His groin kept bothering him; if he didn’t redirect his attention, he’d unconsciously relieve his sexual tension. The slightly damp feeling of his pants constantly irritated him.

He needed to eliminate the heretics soon to alleviate this anxiety. In their current state, victory seemed unlikely.

He had sent Friednihi as the messenger to deliver the proclamation to the heretics. She was a Heretic Judge known for her devout faith and her eye-catching breasts and hips—so large they seemed to hinder her movement.

Her chest heaved dramatically with the slightest movement, unconsciously captivating his attention. Then, her generously proportioned hips…

“Hmm.”

“Is something the matter?”

“Friednihi… has she always had that figure?”

“…To my knowledge, yes.”

Julia combed her hair repeatedly, pondering, but her thoughts kept trailing off. Her figure was irrelevant, yet she couldn’t shake off her preoccupation, which frustrated her.

She passed through the corridor, descending the stairs, and arrived at Friednihi’s waiting room.

“Bishop. Is there anything I can do? Please tell me whenever you need anything.”

Upon seeing Julia, Friednihi immediately rose, giving a slight nod in greeting.

Her substantial breasts were noticeable even through her tight-fitting clothes. More like a dairy cow than a human form (not intended as an insult) and her ample breasts were indeed, quite amazing, almost as if they could be harvested like a cow.

Seeing them up close would certainly reveal a larger size than this but there is something off about the whole situation, something Julia can’t quite explain.

“There’s nothing to do. I’m here to hear your report again.”

This wasn’t Julia’s first visit. They had conversed several times since Friednihi’s return from her mission.

The oddly coincidental nature of their conversations was strangely pleasant, and Friednihi’s aura of devout mystery made her trustworthy as a Bishop.

Of course, this was due to the effects of Erina’s implanted Skill, Mad Talk, that made Friednihi’s conversations exceptionally reliable and made Julia able to trust her.

“It’s about the heretics, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I gratefully acknowledge that your visions foretold the start of the Holy War.”

“It means the Goddess is watching over us. I’m also diligently pursuing my devotions.”

Friednihi said, slightly spreading her legs crab-like, reaching a hand into her panties which barely contained her wide hips.

Then, she pulled out a slick, wet dildo from her vagina.

“You’ve had it in for quite some time.”

“Hmm…♡ Churururut♡ Haat♡ Chut♡♡”

She licked the clinging wetness meticulously, as if it were candy.

Then, as if feeling the emptiness below, she rubbed her clit with her empty hand, lightly inserting the tip of her index finger into her hole.

“Goddess…♡ Haa-at♡ Hmm―♡”

Julia’s groin subtly reacted; her suppressed desire threatened to spill over.

“About that vision… I’ve tried to interpret its meaning myself. As a bishop, I have to consider the path of our sect.”

“The Goddess is watching over us. We will prevail in the Holy War.”

Julia shook her head. She wasn’t denying victory, but her own presumption of the Goddess’s intentions.

Complicated thoughts were unnecessary. Now was the time to prepare for the Holy War. In due time, she’d naturally understand. That’s what faith in the Goddess meant. The divine power filling her body stemmed from this belief.

“Have you spoken with the Knights yet? Ung…♡ Chuuut♡ Ahh, Bishop, please prepare for the Holy War, Churururut♡ soon♡”

Due to the inescapable confusion, she found it hard to comprehend that she was performing oral pleasure on a Bishop’s dildo.

Mad Talk had filled Julia’s mind with nothing but thoughts of the Holy War.

“The Knights haven’t arrived yet. It’s quite a distant region. Even hurrying it they won’t be here until two days from now.”

“Aang♡ My lewd body, Bishop please touch me♡ Ahh my pussy, I can’t take it anymore♡ Please help with the preparations for the Holy War, please♡”

Friednihi couldn’t bear her arousal, grabbing Julia’s hands, and drawing them to her chest.

“W-we don’t have time for that. We need to prepare for the return of the Knights…”

“Please, lend me the Goddess’s power. May your holy touch grace my breasts…”

Her hand instinctively clamped down, then she hastily retracted it.

“I’ll call someone from outside. Let’s end the conversation here.”

The virtue of restraint. Julia repeated the words silently, calling for her attendant.

She needed to prepare for the Holy War, she wanted to, and yet there was some part of her stopping her.

‘What? This disgusting feeling…? No. It must be because my faith is lacking. No, it’s the Knights. The Knights are problematic.’

As a Bishop, sending the Knights was a major gamble. They were certainly members of the Fried sect, but faith in a prophet who spoke in ambiguous terms was unthinkable.

Her decision to proceed was the result of the butterfly effect of Erina’s judgment—a consequence of Friednihi’s Mad Talk. Her inherent skill as a Heretic Judge activated to fulfill her original duty of judging heretics.

Therefore, she had no contingency plan.

“Ahh♡ Aang♡ Pinch my nipples♡”, Friednihi’s lascivious moans echoed from beyond the tightly closed wooden door.

“…She’s started in earnest. Ha. Damn it—”

Julia leaned against the wall, slightly lifting the hem of her shortened bishop’s dress.

She carefully inserted her hand into her simple black panties. Her fingers reached toward her pubic bone.

Lifting her head, she briefly looked at the bare ceiling.

She took out her erect penis.