Reformed for Divine Touch
Sacred power, miracles, and spirituality overflowing—the revival meeting had to be saved. With my head bowed and eyes closed, I pictured the faces of everyone in this room one by one. Four were already dead. Realistically, I had only one chance left. But the enemy did too. One exchange. One life. Just one night—that was my victory. No, our victory. I drew in a breath. I pictured the woman sitting across from me. She sowed confusion. She spread unverified stories. And according to the data, she was the type who could lie without batting an eye. She'd already tricked us all once with her smooth talk, planting seeds of doubt among us. Short-haired, athletic build—college athlete. I pictured her. I hadn't saved her even once. At some point, I'd started suspecting her. But my instincts whispered at the very last moment: Believe her.
The woman next to me. The beautiful one with the perfect figure who'd danced at the first performance. Her thoughts and reasoning were logical. No room for doubt—everything fit perfectly. Which made her even more suspicious. Information was limited. Even the most innocent person couldn't be right a hundred percent of the time. But her words hadn't been wrong. She'd kept saying the right things. At least until this slaughter began. With my eyes still closed, I pointed at the woman across from me. After enough time passed, I lowered my hand. I breathed. The signal was given. I opened my eyes.
And the woman who'd been watching all this opened her mouth.
"Tonight, no one died."
"Nice!" I clapped. "You got it right. I was the doctor, and I saved you last night, right?"
"Whoa, really? I thought the mafia would target me tonight... So the culprit is!"
The college athlete pointed at the woman next to me.
"Vote! Let's start the vote right now! No need to look further!"
"H-Hey! Give me a chance to defend myself! The leader could be the mafia!"
"You know the leader sucks at this stuff! Last time he got mafia, he was caught on the second night!"
"Th-That time I got caught is why we're even suspecting me now! I was the doctor—I saved you!"
"Didn't you try to bail on the first night saying 'Ah, this game's lame~'?"
"No, that was because as the doctor, I was scared of dying right away to the mafia—"
There was some back-and-forth, but the vote started. The college athlete and I pointed at the woman sitting next to me, and she showed her true colors.
"Ugh, so close! I should've picked the leader at the end!"
"Well... the town wins this round."
No matter how sacred the revival meeting was, we couldn't spend every waking hour praying or in worship. We needed time to rest or have fun, and with nothing else to do, we'd started playing Mafia. Even the followers who'd initially thought, How do we play with the leader...? soon started killing me off mercilessly on the first night.
"Still, it was fun!"
"Right?"
I didn't think Mafia was all that fun a game on its own, but this was different. Each one was a beautiful, pretty young woman whose voice alone made strength surge through me just by listening. Chatting with them, analyzing their gazes—it was plenty enjoyable.
"Ah, uh. Announcement from the admin team."
The speaker blared.
"Midnight worship is scheduled for 8 PM, so those attending should reform their agreed-upon outfits in advance."
"Reform?"
"It's a secret! The leader will definitely be pleased when he sees it!"
I had no idea what it was, but I nodded along.
"8 PM... time to get ready? Let's wrap up here for today."
"Yes!"
I gave them a faint smile. It was good. Life in this space was so happy. If possible, I'd want to live here forever. Find money some other way and spend eternity doing nothing, pampered by pretty girls. Exploring their bodies was great too. Starting with Beon Hyeryeong, I'd embraced a few women, and they accepted my cock with awe and gratitude. Fucking those who believed in me as a god was far more stimulating than I'd imagined. It brought an emotional satisfaction words couldn't capture.
Still... I can't keep doing that.
I shook my head. There was still time. For now, enjoy this moment.
...Wow.
Evening worship. Even after the sermon ended and we entered prayer time, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the female followers' pussies. Not pants, skirts, or panties that might cover them—but their actual pussies.
So reform meant this...
They weren't wearing underwear. And regardless of pants or skirts, their outfits had a wide opening exposing their pussies. It was similar to what the dancers wore the first day, but more everyday-sexy. Like seeing the tight clothes hot college girls wear on streets or campuses, but cut unnaturally and lewdly.
And prayer began. Under bright lights, they stood and prayed. Fortunately or not, their voices didn't carry. As I wondered if I should actually rest this time, Beon Hyeryeong spoke up.
"Do you believe that the moment the leader's hand touches us, our bodies and souls will be reborn in a form for the leader's pleasure, offering our pussies!!!"
"We believe!!!"
Lightly push the foreheads of the praying women to infuse them with divinity!
...What?
I didn't know what it meant. Well, I got the gist, but not specifically what it entailed. But I couldn't ignore what the status window demanded. I stepped forward and lightly pushed the forehead of the woman at the front with my finger.
"Nngh..."
She trembled like she was climaxing and was gently pushed back.
Shouldn't someone catch her—
It felt stupid to think that as she collapsed into a lewd, vulgar pose. Her pussy fully exposed thanks to the reformed clothes, legs spread wide lying on her back. A position where I could just throw her legs over my shoulders and piston down in mating press.
Ah, so that's it.
I nodded, then kept a suitable distance and gently pressed the foreheads of the praying women with my palm.
"Haah!"
"Aaaahn!"
They all shuddered like electricity coursed through them, naturally assuming lewd poses.
This feels a bit too culty...
The leader lightly pushes the devoutly praying female followers, and they collapse into lewd poses. No matter how I thought about it, Maybe they just fell that way? But considering the hypnosis, I couldn't dismiss the possibility that some mysterious power made them spread their legs the instant I touched them.
Well, it is a cult, thinking about it...
It was a scene that would cause an uproar if caught on CCTV. Not that it would happen. I wandered around, pushing each praying woman once, turning them all lewd.
At some point, they'd stopped praying and were gazing at me with eyes full of anticipation.
"Nice."
It was a sight to behold. Everywhere I looked, a woman ready to fuck. I turned and found the college athlete. Her pussy spread, waiting for me. That gap stimulated me. These women weren't whores. Not instinctual sluts desperate for any cock to fill them. Not tools for relieving lust, nor fake humans born to fuck me. Until the hypnosis, they'd surely lived normal lives somewhere. Eating meals. Sleeping. Playing board games or Mafia when bored. Back then, she acted so ordinarily, just like anyone else. Of course. She was a person, like anyone. In Mafia, she'd lie moderately, get caught moderately, accuse moderately, point fingers at suspects moderately. Just a real person. And now, that ordinary woman—no different from anyone—was waiting for my touch. Wanting to be violated.
"You. That okay?"
"It's an honor! Thank you for choosing me! I-I'll clench my pussy with all my might so it doesn't go to waste while the leader's cock is inside!"
She said it like it was a grand achievement, genuinely delighted.
"Good."
I thrust my cock inside her. Firmly and strongly, all the way to the deepest part in one go. Feeling her tighten around me, I looked at the other women. To satisfy their expectations even roughly, it'd take quite a while.