Skill Maker (Futa) the Story of a Nun Falling into Corruption

1. It happened on an ordinary day. It was an ordinary event, but it wasn’t small or insignificant. Or rather, from the world’s perspective, it may not have been an ordinary day. What can be stated for certain is that it was a “huge” event. This event is even now quietly beginning to reshape the world.

Erina, a newly adult girl with a very large chest and a beautifully mature body, blonde haired. She was praying in the old temple as usual.

Only two worshippers remained: the head priestess in charge of the prayer hall, and Erina. The temple’s popularity had always been low, but recently, the number of worshippers had decreased significantly. This applied to the entire world; everything was fading without exception.

Any man would be tempted to bury his face in her ample breasts, to bury himself in her luscious hips, yet the number of men was drastically dwindling. Even including the parent generation, it was difficult to find men in the village where she lived.

Nevertheless, Erina is a devout nun.

She doesn’t quite understand what “faith” is, but “prayer” is as mundane as eating and sleeping.

She has no grand wishes. She simply hopes that those around her live peacefully.

Her only minor worry is that her breasts are too large and uncomfortable.

Then, the event happens to Erina.

In the dimly lit prayer hall, she slowly opens her eyes to a light so brilliant it’s perceptible even with her eyes closed.

“I shall grant your wish.”

A voice, elegant and low, or perhaps peaceful and high, or even beautiful and gentle, seems to resonate from within the intense light.

She understands without needing to ask. This is a “god”.

“Goddess…?!”

“I am not omnipotent, but for you, I might as well be.”

Erina feels as if she’s dreaming.

“I… I, an insignificant being, am graced by the Goddess’ presence…”

“Ha ha. There’s no need for such formality, no need at all. It’s been a long time since my manifestation; hence my manner of speaking.”

The goddess who appeared had silvery-white, shining hair, and was even more beautiful than the most beautiful statue ever sculpted by mankind. Her exquisitely balanced figure is the very definition of a goddess.

“…It is time for you to understand your mission, Erina Bernstein. You will become my broodmare, spreading my word and saving the world.”

“…What? Broodmare…? And the world…?”

Her mind cannot keep up. She doesn’t even know what a broodmare is.

“Simply put, you must engage in procreation for me and for the world.”

“What?!?? But… there are no men…”

Her face flushes instantly. Although she lacks precise knowledge, she instinctively understands what it means. Perhaps her dwindling numbers have amplified her innate genetic instincts.

“Do not worry. You are the seed.”

Before Erina can respond, the goddess’s lips part again.

“I shall bestow upon you two blessings.”

The goddess’s graceful movement turns towards Erina. Overwhelmed by the approaching sanctity, she’s rendered immobile.

She bends down, reaching towards Erina’s genitals. A sweet and tender scent stimulates her heart.

“Oof?!”

A moan slips out unconsciously, at the touch of skin smoother than any silk against her nun’s habit. But the goddess doesn’t stop, her slender fingertips dancing.

“Th-there…not there…”

“Hwit…?!♡”

Even with only the clitoris being caressed, Erina experiences a light orgasm. No one could resist that touch. Confirming the reaction, the goddess smiles and removes her hand, now glistening with a sticky, translucent liquid.

It’s not just an orgasm.