31. New Church!

Exclusive Saintess?

 

 

She’s definitely a Saintess, but it’s impossible to know whether the ‘Saint’ in Saintess is holy (聖) or sexual (性).

From what she’s saying, it sounds like both…

 

 

“You’ll worship me as your god, manage my cult, and proselytize.”

“D, don’t be ridiculous. To a heretic like you…! Do you think I’d become a lackey of heresy?!”

“Then you can spend the rest of your life getting raped.”

“Ugh…”

 

He spoke as if he had nothing to lose.

 

“A woman has three holes, you know. I can do it plenty in the back too. Today, I’ll just fill you up front about ten more times, and tomorrow I’ll break open your ass.”

“W, what did you say…?”

 

 

Ass?

Is he saying he’ll put that monstrous thing in my ass?

 

 

Cecilia almost lost consciousness at the unimaginable words.

 

Aran gently caressed her breasts.

 

“Choose wisely. You’ve experienced it, so you know there’s nothing shittier than being raped. You have so much life ahead of you, are you really going to spend it being used like this?”

“Sh, shut up… you…”

 

 

Her voice seems to be getting quieter.

 

 

“Frankly, if I were a heretic or just a normal human, why haven’t you fallen yet? Huh?”

“That’s…”

“Well, keep resisting if you don’t like it. It’s not like I have anything to lose.”

 

Aran moved again.

 

“Hik!”

 

Terrible pain engulfed her entire body.

Beads of cold sweat showed her agony.

 

 

‘N, no… not anymore… not for the rest of my life!’

 

 

If she were her usual pious self, she would have thought, ‘God hasn’t abandoned me! He’s protecting me!’ and recharged her hope, but she wasn’t in the right state of mind right now.

Terribly, she was being raped by Aran, and experiencing extreme pain.

 

 

She sobbed, feeling her body tremble and Aran’s hot breath.

 

‘Why? Why am I suffering like this? I, who serve God!!’

 

Proper resentment was slowly taking root.

 

 

 

No, she even started a war for God, but God didn’t do anything for her, and instead, she was being raped by a dirty rapist.

She couldn’t help but be angry.

 

It’s just that, as a Saintess, she had tried her best not to harbor such feelings until now.

 

 

But the more she thought about it, the more she wondered what it mattered.

 

 

Saintess?

Bullshit!

Either way, she’ll end up falling like this and living as a sex slave for the rest of her life. What does that faith matter?

 

The reason for having faith in the first place is ultimately to go to heaven.

But if you fall, you can’t go to heaven.

 

In other words, there’s no reason to continue having faith.

 

 

‘Ah… what’s the point…’

 

 

A deep sense of futility washed over her.

She began to feel self-loathing, wondering if this was why she became a Saintess.

And she also regretted starting the war for nothing.

 

 

‘…Heresy my ass.’

 

 

She stared blankly at Aran, who was ravishing her body.

 

 

Heresy?

What the fuck does that matter now? I’m about to fall anyway.

 

 

The aversion to heresy, etched in her mind by a bad experience, gradually began to fade.

She didn’t know why she felt that way.

It’s just that after having doubts about her faith, she became too lazy to care about heresy or anything else. What does it matter if she falls?

 

 

 

“Haa… I’m coming!”

 

 

In the meantime, Aran poured more semen into her again.

Now it was completely overflowing, soaking the bedsheets.

Cecilia’s genitals were so swollen that you could say they were ruined.

 

 

As Aran, who was feeling the afterglow for a moment, tried to move again, Cecilia raised her legs to stop him.

 

 

“…Stop it.”

“You’re finally talking, my exclusive Saintess…”

“I’ll do it, okay? Whatever.”

“Huh?”

 

 

She’s incredibly calm about it.

 

 

“Fuck…”

 

 

But her language was rough.

 

 

“Fuck, fuck…”

 

 

She was so upset that she kept cursing.

 

 

“When did you learn to swear like that?”

“Shut up.”

 

 

She’s going to be his exclusive Saintess, but her language is rough.

 

 

“I’ll be it, so stop now.”

 

She looks quite exhausted.

Well, it would be stranger if she wasn’t.

 

Aran thought about what to do, and decided to just keep going.

 

 

“W, wait! I said I’d do it!!”

“Yeah. You’re my exclusive Saintess, so I’ll use you as I please.”

“Haa…”

 

 

She’s so dumbfounded that she can’t even speak.

How could such trash be a king?

 

 

“I’ll be gentle.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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In the end, Aran ejaculated inside her five more times.

But it was quite different from the first few times.

Back then, it was sex meant to completely suppress the woman, but these five times had a tiny bit of consideration in them.

Of course, it was still just as painful.

 

 

“…”

 

 

The Saintess lay there without a word.

She seemed to be lost in sorrow, or despairing, or just spacing out without thinking.

Anyway, she was very quiet.

 

 

“Tch. It ended so anticlimactically.”

 

 

The Holy War started very grandly.

She herself raised an army of a million, and received a total of 1.4 million reinforcements from the Western Continent.

 

And Seorae raised an army of four million to oppose him, and Aran came with an army of 160,000.

 

 

Just looking at the scale, it was a great war (大戰) with a total of 6.5 million soldiers.

 

But the content was anticlimactic.

The war period, including the preparation period, was only about a year at most, and there were only a few major battles.

The rest was mostly the Saintess playing both the drum and the flute by herself, leading to a gradual collapse.

 

Frankly, being ambushed by Iliana was an absurd mistake from an outsider’s perspective, so it couldn’t be more anticlimactic.

 

 

‘If it were Nuna, she would have said it’s good that it’s anticlimactic… but it still feels unsettling.’

 

 

Unlike Aran, Iliana actually reacted positively.

She once said, ‘Anything anticlimactic is good,’ which seemed to be her belief.

 

 

“Well, anticlimactic is good. For food, and for war.”

 

 

Nodding, Aran left the room.

He was concerned about the Saintess who was just lying there, but he also had to take care of his wives who had returned after achieving great deeds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

 

 

 

The next day.

 

 

Aran received a letter from Seorae.

He thought it was a normal love letter, but it wasn’t, and it contained a very grand plan.

 

 

“…That person, really…”

 

 

The content was to release the captured Nobunaga and his group.

Among Nobunaga’s retainers, there was a person named ‘Akechi Mitsuhide,’ and she had turned her into a Vamgnir, so it would be beneficial to release her and use her as a vanguard, she said.

 

 

“When did she do all this… more than that, I wonder if she’s using them too excessively.”

-I agree. Of course, when it comes to excessive use, we can’t leave out Aran-nim either.

 

 

The Subscription Fairy (?) popped out.

 

 

“What is it? Did a new study get created or something?”

-That’s right, shupnida.

 

 

She (?) twisted her tongue with a strange pronunciation and spun around Aran.

 

 

-This time, you know. If you subscribe, you know. There are a total of seven, you know.

 

 

He was annoyed by her spinning around so distractingly, but even so, she was Aran’s benefactor. If it weren’t for the power of subscription she gave him, he probably would have died on the streets.

 

 

“Okay… what should I subscribe to this time? Ah, maybe I should subscribe to vampires this time.”

-You can do that too. If it were me, I’d subscribe to the Clone Technique.

“Why?”

-Because your wives want it.

“What are you talking about?”

-You don’t know even though I do?

 

 

She looked at Aran as if he was pathetic.

 

 

-Iliana-ssi and Hancock-ssi are visiting Nobunaga’s prison every day.

“Why?”

-To see if there really is a Clone Technique in Waeguk. Of course, they’re not answering.

“How do you know that?”

-I have a wandering spirit.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

-It’s a secret. A woman should have many secrets to be beautiful.

 

 

She vaguely brushed it off and started spinning around Aran again.

It doesn’t seem to make her dizzy.

 

 

-You keep increasing the number of women, but there’s only one of you, so your wives are getting impatient. How can they make you find the Clone Technique? Sigh.

“…”

 

 

He was about to get angry at her sigh, but he held back.

Even if she’s like that, she’s his benefactor.

 

 

“So, you’re telling me to find that Clone Technique or something and subscribe to it? Wouldn’t it be better to do it later?”

-It doesn’t matter either way. Whatever you do…

 

 

Knock knock.

 

 

As the Subscription Fairy was talking, someone knocked on his door.

 

 

 

-Aran. It’s me. Iliana.

 

It was Iliana.

 

 

Aran quickly hid the fairy and opened the door.

 

 

“Nuna. What’s wrong?”

“…Do I need a reason to see you?”

“Ah, no. I was just saying.”

“Well, I do have a purpose.”

“…”

 

 

She sat on the bed and coughed a few times.

 

 

“It’s not that… those… the ones from Waeguk. I’d like you to release them.”

“Huh? You mean the Nobunagas? Why?”

“Um…”

 

 

She raised her head and met Aran’s eyes.

 

 

“Aran, wouldn’t you like to learn the Clone Technique? I heard that with advanced Clone Techniques, you can feel the sensations that the clones feel, so it won’t interfere with sex.”

“…”