episode_0042

“Isn’t the Church of the Goddess a religion that follows the goddess?”

I, too, knew all too well from Rihanna that it was a monastery where the word of the goddess was drilled into one’s ears. In this world, the goddess meant only one thing.

But it was such an unbelievable statement that I couldn’t help but question it.

“Yes. Unfortunately, they have betrayed us.”

I had learned that religious conflicts were common, but imprisoning the god they believed in was something new.

“Why on earth? Isn’t there a reason not to do that?”

“Do you know about the goddess’s blessing?”

“Um… Are you talking about mating season?”

Even now, a red heart symbol floats in my mind. A symbol of a woman in heat.

“Mating season… It is a grace that allows men and women to share love a little more happily.”

The angel Perser continued with a slightly disappointed smile.

“But in the current blessing, something important is missing, something distorted.”

“About the conception of a child. When you receive the goddess’s blessing, you should be able to conceive a child with the man you desire.”

“Does that mean… contraception?”

I asked, thinking about my ability to prevent pregnancy, one of my cheat abilities.

“Yes. Whether to become pregnant through sexual intercourse is solely the woman’s choice.”

Perser’s expression twisted as she continued her explanation.

“But a depraved group has restrained the goddess and changed the contents of the blessing as they pleased. Sexual desire becomes stronger, and it becomes easier to conceive anyone’s child.”

“So, what you mentioned earlier as mating season. The insulting result of the goddess continues to spread in the world.”

I thought of Gracia.

The captain of a large passenger ship and the heiress of a huge conglomerate. Both achieved their positions through their abilities.

But her recent appearance, desperately seeking men due to mating season, lent strength to the angel’s claim.

“Male supremacists have taken control of the church and have imprisoned the goddess through special means to change the contents of the blessing.”

Perser nodded.

“I need your help, holy maiden. Please convey the message to the goddess when you meet her.”

Hmm. So, this is the main point. Since my goal is also to meet that goddess, there is no problem in fulfilling the request.

It’s just that the problem lies on the side of the goddess, not me.

“But the goddess refused to listen, saying she was not her daughter. She seemed to think I had come to harm her.”

I also desperately want to have a conversation with the goddess.

“Please mention my name, ‘Perser Glamor,’ to the goddess. She will believe you.”

“‘Perser Glamor, Perser Glamor.’ What story should I tell?”

“The traitor is Carella. Just convey that.”

I have a lot to remember.

I asked my inner voice to remember those names.

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Perser and I continued to exchange many stories and gained quite a bit of important information afterward. Let’s go back and organize this.

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“I will definitely deliver the message you mentioned to the goddess. But couldn’t the angel just go meet the goddess directly? Let me explain.”

I reached out to touch the iron chain tied around the angel’s wrist. But like a hologram, my hand passed through without grabbing anything.

Disappointment was evident on the angel’s face as she watched my hand pass through the air.

“The iron chain binding you cannot be undone by just anyone.”

“Furthermore, look around. This room has no entrance or exit, right? It seems that those imprisoned here can only enter and leave through the method set by those who confined them.”

It was a damp and cold place, like an underground prison. The walls were made of stone, and an unknown blue light faintly illuminated the interior of the room.

However, it was definitely strange. There were no walls with windows, nor walls with doors. All four sides were made of the same stone wall.

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“Oh? Does that mean I can’t leave from here either?”

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It was only then that I realized that the problem was not just the angel tied up naked, but also me.

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With a curious expression, I poked at the angel’s slender ankles, and Muneo, who was looking at the angel, needed sunlight to survive.

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But despite my worries, Perser smiled as if there were no problems.

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“I still have the power to transfer others. That’s how I was able to save the saint. I’ll send you away the same way.”

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Perser said that she was bound by the power of the iron chains and couldn’t move through teleportation magic.

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“Ah… Thank you for saving me. Then I’ll definitely come back to save you.”

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If I defeat the hidden goddess cult on this island and open the door here in a normal way, I might be able to save the angel Perser.

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“You don’t have to rush things. Please think of the saint’s safety. And it’s enough to just tell the goddess about it.”

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Perhaps because I had only seen childish goddesses with no answers, I almost had prejudices against the angel Perser in front of me, and I need to reflect on that.

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Perser is a real angel. She’s in pain, but she’s worried about me, a stranger. Compassionate, wise, reverent of the goddess, and beautiful.

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Mom, when I go back to Korea, I want to be a woman like Perser.

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“Although you say I’m a substitute, could you grant me one request, Saint?”

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Just say it. Angel. I’ll do anything for you.

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“…I’ve been trapped here for 90 years.”

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Perser’s expression seemed to blush slightly as she said that.

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“Even though I’m an angel related to love, I haven’t even embraced a man for 90 years, let alone masturbate.”

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…Huh?

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“My hands are tied like this. If you were a man, it would have been better, but can you give me some affection?”

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Get rid of my emotions. Seriously.

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It was only then that I closely examined the angel’s appearance. It was a popular idol-like appearance that seemed like it was seen on television.

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Not just a simple metaphor of being pretty, but it meant that she looked like a Korean, with an oriental appearance. Since I had mostly met people who looked like European white people here, it felt fresh.

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That’s right. I used to have this kind of face too.

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A face that gives a youthful feeling with a subtle jawline.

With big eyes and long black hair, it was a flawless K-pop idol-like appearance.

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The corners of her large mouth were slightly curled up like a cat, giving off both cuteness and charm.

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It was a truly excellent appearance like a K-pop idol.

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But the problem was that she was naked and asking for affection while her arms were bound by iron chains.

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Do I have to give affection to a woman when I’m not a man?

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No, it’s not that I would gladly do it if I were a man, but there is a natural physiological aversion to having to touch someone of the same sex sexually.

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However, the angel in front of me was a benefactor of life and might help me escape this world in the future.

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“How can I help you?”

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I steeled myself and asked.

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“I’ll leave it to the saint’s discretion. Please touch my body as if comforting yourself.”

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“I’m also an angel, so I have restrictions. I can’t make demands like telling others where to touch me because it feels good.”

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It sounded like a suspicious excuse. No, it’s strange to make such a request after already asking for affection.

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It’s okay to ask for affection, but what kind of restriction is it that I can’t ask to touch my tailbone?

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But because it was a favor from a benefactor, I reached out my hand to Perser’s K-pop idol-like body.

“Then, let’s begin.”

I first went behind the angel and embraced her as if giving her a back hug.

It felt like the right position to touch her as if masturbating. Perser was shorter than me and stood with her legs slightly apart, so my breasts touched her shoulders.

Thinking about my own masturbation, I moved my hand.

First, I lightly caressed Perser’s chest with my left hand.

It was a resilient chest. It felt like it bounced back as soon as I pressed it.

“Mmm.”

Perser let out a sweet moan.

She didn’t particularly like touching her breasts while masturbating. It just felt nice and soft, but the sexual pleasure was… well, who knows? After a few light touches to confirm the sensation, I pinched her nipples with my thumb and forefinger.

And then, I rolled them gently until they stiffened like eraser shavings.

“Huah.”

When I felt the stiffness, I switched to a gentle scratching motion with my thumb while reaching out with my other hand to her groin.

Without undressing or inserting fingers into her panties, I pressed firmly with my index and middle fingers vertically over her panties or pants.

Perser was already naked anyway.

Her clitoris and the fleshy folds around it were being stimulated.

Continuing to press and rub slowly with two fingers around the area, the clitoris seemed to twitch as if wanting to grow.

“Huuh…”

Of course, since I wasn’t actually masturbating, I could only guess Perser’s reaction by observing.

When it reached that point, I released the pressure from my fingers and applied pressure to the sensitive area below the navel with the tips of my palm. The delicate area below the belly button that usually didn’t bother me when pressed. Pressing there made the lower abdomen tingle. Is the uterus located here?

“Hahh…”

After pressing a few more times, I changed my hand. I removed my right hand, which was stimulating the area around her genitals, and gently caressed her right nipple while sliding my left hand into her panties.

I scratched her clitoris with my left index finger.

Since it was slightly wet by now, I took off her panties and recalled the material for today’s masturbation.

I also checked if Perser was wet. Oh… she wasn’t just wet, she was aroused.

I don’t like looking at visual material while doing this. It’s better to touch for a long time while imagining in my head.

Today, I had to stand still with my hands and feet bound, so let’s make it a material where someone touches me from behind as they please.

“Hahh… Priestess. To tease a defenseless woman like this. It’s so indecent.”

Coincidentally, Perser seemed to be enjoying a similar fantasy.

Continuing to fantasize, I touched her clitoris and nipples for over 10 minutes.

And when the man in my imagination stopped teasing me and forcefully inserted his penis, I removed my hands from her chest and brought both hands to her groin.

One hand stimulated her clitoris, while the other roughly stimulated the area around and inside the vaginal entrance.

I couldn’t really imagine a man doing piston movements. Because I’m a virgin. I’ve never tried it.

So, to match the fantasy of tearing my hymen and having the pillar enter, I vigorously rubbed her clitoris and vaginal walls.

“Haahh! Priestess, your fantasy masturbation is so lewd♡♡♡”

Perser reached climax, ejaculating on my hand and shouting. The words she shouted sounded a bit strange?

“I-I can read the mind of the person I’m caressing. To like being forced by a rugged man with a cute teenage boy face… Haha, we have similar tastes. Going again♡♡”

She went again.

I, with Perser’s ejaculate on my hand, choked her neck.

“Huuhh. Choking masturbation♡♡”

However, instead of reflecting on her actions, she reached the peak once again.

This world, wouldn’t it be better off just going to ruin?

For now, she engraved a note in her heart.

‘Angels are beings as unpredictable as goddesses.’