Glad the Savior Has Come (1) <Side: Muse Symphony>
The song began. Transparently.
The song ended. Forever.
Martyr Moon - Day 29 (Morning)
"Let me make you a proposal♥ One you absolutely cannot refuse, one that strips away your right to refuse altogether♥"
I'm exhausted now.
After realizing down to my bones that no matter how much I struggled, I could never escape, my spirit finally broke.
The precious juniors I wanted to protect had all turned into rigid machines, ejaculating semen in unison like something out of a nightmare.
Yes... I can't escape from here anyway.
So if sacrificing myself could at least restore them to normal...
"I... I'll accept your proposal. But you have to promise me one thing in return!"
"Hmm♥ Let's hear the details first♥"
I expected a flat refusal, but Clarice surprisingly agreed with ease.
Her unchanging smile. It was no different from before she changed.
It felt like just yesterday she was so positive about everything, diligently praying to Goddess Hecate...
"Restore my juniors, my fellow priestesses, to how they were. They're precious children...! I'll... I'll become your ally in their place!"
"Precious...?"
"Yes! Clarice, what you want is me, right?! So spare the innocent and kind ones...!"
"Precious, kind... Pfft, kyahahahahaha♥♥"
Before I could even finish, Clarice burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.
Where had that tense atmosphere gone? Tears glistened in her eyes as she laughed so hard the church seemed to shake.
Was my proposal just entertainment to her?
I doubted a deal could even be struck in the first place, but judging from Clarice's behavior so far, this seemed like mockery... No, even that didn't feel right.
"Ahaha, ah♥ Sorry, Muse sis♥ What you said was just too funny. But I can't grant your request♥"
"That's impossible! Clarice, if you have even a shred of humanity left, those poor children...!"
"That's why I'm saying your premise is wrong, sis♥"
"Wrong?"
"Kind, poor... It's almost a talent to pick the most mismatched words♥"
Clarice tilted her head at me as if genuinely puzzled, her laughter fading.
With those words, she turned slightly and called out to the junior priestesses still spurting semen from their cocks.
"You slave girls over there? How long are you going to keep climaxing? Come here quick and tell your stories♥ About what you think of Muse sis—the 'precious,' 'kind,' and 'poor' you all♥"
"[[[Yesss♥ Right away♥]]]"
At Clarice's command, the twelve who had been climaxing vulgarly moments ago composed themselves and marched toward me like machines, encircling Clarice—who stood at the front—in a circle around me.
The thirteen cocks surrounding me so densely—fresh from ejaculation, extreme penises at that—gave off an unbearable stench.
"Ngh...!? Semen... smell♡♥"
"Now then, one by one, clockwise. Before you fell to become slave vampires, tell Muse sis how you felt about her—especially from the time she was attacked and hospitalized♥"
"I'll start♥ I thought it was unfair that Priestess Muse, a priestess, was dating a tall, handsome adventurer♥ I'm so sorry♥"
"Wh-what...?"
The unexpected confession began with Clarice's cue. The first girl bowed politely to me and knelt.
I was flustered by the sudden apology.
She confessed to envying my relationship with Raysi.
But this didn't shake me.
Clarice probably intended to unsettle me through them, but jealousy was just a basic human emotion.
I wasn't narrow-minded enough to be hurt by that.
If this level of confession continued, I could brush it off without a stir, I thought smugly.
I wouldn't be swayed by cute little things like jealousy...
"Next is me♥ I thought Priestess Muse was a slutty rag who couldn't protect her virginity despite being a priestess♥ I'm so sorry♥"
......?
What did she just say?
"Next me♥ I thought a woman who got raped and defiled had the gall to crawl back to the church♥ I'm so sorry♥"
"W-wait...!"
The second and third confessions hit hard enough to crack my resolve.
Words from juniors who wouldn't even show their faces, prostrating deeply.
......Ahaha, this must be Clarice's manipulation! There's no way they'd think that!
"By any chance, Muse sis, are you thinking there's no way these slaves would feel that way?"
"H-hiiik...!! H-how did you...!"
"I'd think the same♥ Anyone hearing confessions like this would wonder if they're being forced under pressure. But you're all wrong♥ I swear on Goddess that what the slave vampires—former priestesses—are saying is all true. Their unadulterated true feelings, no manipulation♥"
"I-I can't believe it! No way!"
"Believe what you want; the truth is clear♥ I heard it crystal clear with my own ears. While Muse sis was resting after the attack, they couldn't hold back and trashed you, hated you, chewed you out. Right?"
Incomprehensible words climbed into my ears but didn't reach my mind.
I refused to understand them.
I didn't want to believe them anyway.
Believing those confessions meant falling for Clarice's wicked scheme.
But whether she knew my denial or not, the confessions continued.
The intensity escalated... Even if rehearsed, the vitriol grew worse...
"I thought if it happened to me, I'd quit my position in shame and leave♥ I'm so sorry♥"
"I wondered if the whole incident wasn't Muse sis whoring herself out for attention♥ I'm so sorry♥"
"I..."
"Stop, stop it!!"
When the twelfth of the thirteen women knelt and apologized, the confessions finally ended.
I swore I wouldn't believe at first, but midway through the unspeakable personal attacks, I covered my ears.
But as if such resistance was futile, they shouted louder, clearer.
That a defiled wretch like me should have hanged herself, that they wanted to kill me themselves—I wanted to believe it was lies, manipulation...
"There, confessions over♥ How was it, Muse sis♥ Betrayed by the people you tried to protect? Like I said, what the slave vampires said about you is true. They all saw you as a slut, a whore♥"
"Hnggh...!"
"Now back to the main point? I said I'd make a proposal—one you can't refuse, surely tempting♥"
I plugged my ears, sealed my lips, closed my eyes.
I couldn't even tell truth from lies anymore.
My heart still wanted to trust my juniors; even these changed beings were the same juniors, but every word from their mouths...
Was enough to shatter my weary spirit.
So I didn't hear Clarice, didn't want to.
What an idiot I am... I claimed to believe in them, yet here I am, wallowing alone...
"Truth is, Muse sis's body is already on the verge of becoming one of our sisters—Goddess's child♥ Like a foot half in the grave, clinging pathetically. Of course, we could kick it away anytime and convert you♥"
Clarice's words were a verdict. And a prison.
They made me realize I'd been in her clutches from start to finish, played like a fool.
"But for pity's sake, Muse sis, I'll give you one chance♥ A little bet, say?"
"A... bet?"
"Two conditions. I'll give you one trial, two days. Succeed, and you win. I'll restore the vampire priestesses and we all leave♥ Oh, I swear on my most revered Goddess—I won't interfere no matter what♥"
Clarice extended one finger long and made her proposal.
A trial called a proposal.
It could still be her mocking me, toying with me.
But her final words—no interference—drew me in.
I opened my ears, my mouth, my eyes.
If there was one possibility, it was overpowering mighty Clarice.
That chance had come knocking.
Without her transcendent interference, I could overcome any unfair trial... or so I felt confident.
I don't trust her.
But I know my desperate position best, and that I can't defy Clarice.
First, hear the details...
"Wh-what's the trial...?"
"Hehe♥ Knew you'd hear me out♥ Just one trial♥"
Snap...!
Clarice snapped her fingers in the air, and a small cube floated silently behind her, dropping a bundle from within.
That's... Clarice's magic tool, right?
Doesn't matter.
That bundle must be the first trial.
The fallen bundle untied itself without a touch, revealing its contents.
Inside was...
"Liquor bottles... and cigarettes...?"
Five bottles filled to bursting with thick, lumpy liquid—clearly semen at a glance. And two cigarettes.
"Your trial is an endurance test♥ The five bottles of corruption semen liquor and two cock-ash cigarettes before you. Leave even one untouched, and you win♥"
"S-semen... and cock-ash...?"
Just as it looked... corks strained to contain the packed semen—five whole bottles. The cigarettes, on closer inspection, had clumps of yellowish, sticky solid mixed into the tobacco.
"I've tried both—the liquor's made from us Apostles, not mere slaves. Delicious♥ Sticks right to your mouth, feels like a cock's directly on your tongue♥ The smokes too, made from Mel and Elaine with the strongest cock-ash scent. One puff and your head'll spin, you'll cum right away? Hehe♥"
Clarice, blushing proudly, fiddled with her cock as she gushed reviews of the shameful, filthy vulgarity.
The details didn't matter. What counted was Clarice's condition.
Leave even one, and I win—probably meant to lure complacency by making me use them up, draining my endurance.
Absurdly easy on the surface. Don't drink, don't smoke—win.
Even if I do, leave one—win.
That might be her ploy, but I still held the advantage.
"That's really all? No tricks behind the scenes?"
"Forgot what I said? No interference. That's the condition. Super easy, right? But note♥ Don't discard the booze or smokes. Immediate execution♥"
Clarice made a ring with her fingers, sliding her index through as she said "execution."
Execution—me fully becoming Clarice's ally.
As she said, I'm clinging to a cliff; she has the power to kick me off.
"Obviously, no self-harm either. Can't damage the future servant of Goddess, right? You don't seem mad enough to cut your own cock... so that's the precautions♥"
"........."
I pondered. Was accepting right?
But options... no room to negotiate...
No. Already heavily in my favor. Adding more could backfire.
"Muse sis must stay in this church till the trial ends♥ I'll leave after announcing it, but leave the slave vampires to watch. Through their eyes and ears, to ensure no cheating or escape♥"
"I heard you... I'll take the trial. But can I add one condition too?"
"Yes...? A condition? Sigh... Sis doesn't grasp her position... Anyway, spit it out. No promises I'll accept."
I decided. Accept the trial, and steel myself.
I thought it over. True or not what the juniors said, for them to return, my survival was key.
No backing down.
If I fall, they stay twisted forever in lewd flesh and minds; if I endure, all saved.
Clarice can't kill me anyway. So...
"What if restoring them includes you too, Clarice...?"
BOOM...!!!
"Grkhuut...!!"
The moment I spoke, a massive cross grazed my cheek and embedded in the wall.
As I instinctively turned, a pale arm gripped my throat.
Glared at with crimson eyes. Twisted lips.
Clarice's fury crashed over me.
"Sis... look at you. Do I seem like a pushover? No one separates me from Goddess. Say that nonsense again... and I'll hack off your limbs, smash your mouth, leave you barely alive, and rape you. Make you meet Goddess in pain over pleasure, atone in agony."
"Heek...! L-let... gooo...!"
"Haa... ha... Fuck, don't piss me off. You're not a full Apostle, not my sister yet. I might just kill you."
Killing intent surged from Clarice endlessly.
Stronger than any monster or demon I'd faced—breath wouldn't come.
Who knew testing her would provoke this...!
Squeeze...!!
Thud...
"Ugh...! Kek...!!"
"Whew... Don't try that again. Condition rejected, obviously. It's your endurance test, not mine?"
Released from the chokehold, I collapsed gasping.
My throat crushed by force, breathing ragged, head spinning from lack of oxygen.
Clarice dusted her hands and walked past me to the exit.
"Oh! One thing—I forgot to mention."
"Kek... ngh, what...?"
"About surrender, or forfeiting. The Goddess statue before you. If you ejaculate on it, that's declaring forfeit, submission as Her servant. If the urge hits, offer your semen to Goddess anytime, anywhere♥ Bye then♥"
Creeak... Thud...!
Clarice left leisurely after explaining surrender rules.
Left behind: the grotesquely altered church interior, junior priestesses turned futa vampires, me with a grown cock, swollen breasts and ass in vulgar form...
The shackles of the trial, booze and smokes made from abnormal ingredients.
And... replaying Clarice's parting words, I gazed at the Goddess statue—cock erect in lewd pose—closed my eyes, lost in thought.
"Goddess... Raysi..."
Even in this plight, my faith, my lover didn't come.
What returned to one who'd witnessed miracles and believed: utter indifference.
Wouldn't Goddess Hecate save someone like me?
Raysi too... my dearest, who left a single letter without a word.
We'd promised marriage.
But with my sloppy, cock-sprouted body, would Raysi look back?
"Please. I beg you... Help me endure this trial... Goddess, Raysi..."
"So be it, my child. You shall win this trial, yet fail it. For you are fated to become my precious child♥"
"Uhnngh...!! Haaang♡♥"
A voice... Ah♡♥ It came♡♥ G-Goddess's voice...!?
So beautiful, wonderful voiceee...!!
Spluuuurt♡♥♥
My desperate plea answered by Goddess.
In response, I wept.
Up above... and down below...
