Hearts Connected in Silent Prayer: "Feels... Good..."
It felt good. Comfortable. Relaxed. Leisurely. I didn't have to move for work, nor worry about surviving in the wild. Today was prayer meeting time.
This seems pretty easy...
In a dark room, after laying the women down and just listening to their prayers—it was a simple, straightforward task.
I have to prepare tomorrow's sermon too...
Even as a one-week temp cult leader, I wanted to deliver something meaningful in my sermons. These women, swept up in my ability and forced to offer their bodies and purity, were listening to my words with genuine attention.
Well, they won't remember anyway... so does it matter?
For a moment, the 'Sermon_2nd_draft.txt' file I'd been diligently preparing seemed pointless.
...No, I should still give it my best shot.
My words couldn't change their lives. But if, before they lost their memories, during their time at camp, they felt like they'd heard something helpful—something like "Maybe that was useful!"—that would be enough.
"Leader? It's time for the prayer meeting."
"Yeah, got it."
I followed Beon Heryeong into the prayer hall. I gave some appropriate lines like "Pray diligently," but honestly, I had no idea what meaning it held. According to doctrine, their god was me, so they didn't need to pray—they could just tell me directly what they wanted or hoped for.
It was dark outside. The prayer hall was dimly lit, lights off. If you focused, you could make out someone very close, but otherwise, you couldn't see a thing ahead.
"Before the Leader, we lay everything down and pray with earnest supplication."
In the darkness, countless women prostrated themselves in prayer. I figured I could just sit here and rest for a bit.
During prayer time, the Leader can hear the believers' prayers!
During prayer time, believers cannot stop praying!
Wait. What the hell...
In that instant, a flood of desires poured into my head.
"Grant this unworthy me the strength to serve the Leader well..."
"Help me resist the temptations of the world and serve only the Leader with love and faith..."
"Please watch over my father's illness and heal him completely through the Leader's grace..."
"Even with my inadequate pussy, grant me your love so I can satisfy the Leader's cock..."
It was dizzying.
What the hell is this?
The thoughts of about twenty people slammed directly into my head in an instant.
Hearing their prayers...?
But I wasn't a god. I had no power to solve their problems.
...Really?
Was there truly nothing I could do?
If I actively used my ability...
Not just getting swept up in the forced outbursts, but if I took control and wielded my power proactively.
I couldn't cure diseases, but maybe I could solve hospital bills. Make shops run by believers or their acquaintances prosper. For women with emotional troubles, a simple consultation might fix it.
No, can't do that. I'm not a god.
I couldn't delude myself. Just because I could do a lot didn't mean I should act like it was right. They had to return to the world. It might be harsh and tough, but they needed to live by their own strength. Not groveling to some shady guy, but standing on their own.
"Rape me, please. Even once, let me be pierced by the Leader's cock and know happiness."
But this one? That felt a little okay.
I glanced at the gauge pinned to the bottom right of my status window.
I had to have sex anyway. To secure control over the hypnosis and restore them, it was unavoidable. So, granting a wish like that seemed fine.
Tonight... ah, I need to use my time efficiently, huh?
It was dark. And they were praying with eyes closed, focused. They wouldn't see.
I stealthily approached Beon Heryeong, who was fervently wishing for something lewd right now.
"Come close to me, strip me with those strong arms, and ravage me roughly like a tool..."
So that's her taste.
Spoken aloud, it might embarrass them both, but in prayer form, it felt almost noble.
Can't move, huh...
Prayer time. And their outfits hadn't seemed particularly slutty when I entered. So, I had to undress her.
Hard to see...
Just to confirm, I touched her head. Tousled hair. Definitely Beon Heryeong. I lightly stroked the head of the kneeling woman a few times.
"The Leader's touch feels so good. Caress me more..."
She kept her eyes closed, hands clasped, focused on prayer without a word.
Hmm...
I could do anything. She was even hoping for it. I patted her ass as she knelt, then lightly touched her pussy over her clothes. Dark as it was, I knew I'd hit the right spot the moment I touched—it was wet.
"Hngh..."
A moan escaped her lips, unable to hold back. And her prayer came through.
"With your hand, purify my lewd, depraved body..."
Yet her mouth stayed silent, carefully yielding her body to my touch.
Emboldened, I escalated the sexual harassment. I slipped my hand between her clasped arms and kneaded her large breasts.
No bra?
I felt her tits squish directly under my fingers.
"Ahh..."
"More, please do more..."
I pressed deeper into her pussy with my fingers. Kneaded her ass. Slid my hand under her clothes to pinch and twist her nipple.
"Ahng!"
"Use me like a tool, let my body be wholly for the Leader's pleasure."
But it still wasn't enough.
...Of course. If I'm doing it, might as well enjoy.
I laid Beon Heryeong down. She stayed prostrate in prayer pose. I pulled off her pants and panties. It wasn't easy. Pitch black, undressing an unmoving woman—uncharted territory.
But... success.
I couldn't see clearly. But straining my eyes, I could make out the silhouette of her soft, large ass shimmering.
"Conquer me with your rough, massive cock. Make me your faithful slave, let me devote my body to you forever."
She still had her hands clasped. Kneeling, ass vulnerably thrust toward me, upper body propped on her arms.
"Rape me..."
I couldn't hold back anymore. I thrust my cock into her pussy.
"Haaaaah!"
With sight blocked, touch sharpened. I clearly felt how wet, warm, and passionately her pussy clenched my cock.
"Rape me rape me rape me."
Her thoughts flooded in—pure desire, no pretense or shame.
I pounded harder, rougher, stronger. In the silent darkness, the wet, lewd sounds of my cock piercing her pussy echoed.
"Hng, ngh, mmph..."
Her uncontainable moans, the slutty juices from her pussy splashing against my cock.
"Leader, it feels good. I love you. I want to stay like this forever. Become your cum dump slave, live faithfully devoting myself to your pleasure."
Warm, pleasurable pussy. Beon Heryeong's accepted my cock so easily, yet gripped tight. Like a woman born to be fucked. Like a 'light' woman, easily used, abused, filled with cum, and discarded when done.
There was some resistance, so she was a virgin, but her body took me too readily for an inexperienced girl.
"Nghhh, mmph, grrrk, uuuh..."
"I love the Leader. I revere the Leader. I believe you are the one who can give me true happiness and love."
Her uncontrollable moans and trembling body. Her orderly prayers and desires. All showed how sincere Beon Heryeong was toward me, her Leader.
It told me what kind of woman I was fucking, what thoughts the woman I was fucking had.
I fucked her relentlessly. Even when I changed positions and held her in my arms, roughly groped her ass and tits, slammed to the deepest depths—she never let go of her clasped hands.
She offered her body to me; this prayer, sex, service—all sacred acts. To answer her prayer, I ravaged her even rougher, using her like a tool.
"Leader..."
When prayer time ended, she'd already taken my holy cum twice in her womb. Beon Heryeong's prayer was fulfilled.