The Pastor's Conversion
"Yes, go ahead and try, then?"
The pastor's words fell, and I didn't move for a moment.
This was, after all, the same woman who'd been telling me to leave just minutes ago. She'd asked if I was a cult leader. She'd even threatened to report me. And now here she was, sitting across the table, looking me dead in the eye. The suspicion hadn't gone anywhere—only, something had grown inside it. Curiosity.
I asked, deliberately slowly, "You're really okay with this?"
"I don't even know what you're planning to do, but it's all fine. Go ahead."
I nodded. "Right, of course."
The pastor's eyebrows rose slightly. She must have expected me to pounce right away.
"Then let me put it simply—you have to start by kissing me."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Hyunju didn't trust me from the start either."
"......"
The pastor's expression hardened. "You and Ma Hyunju?"
"Yes."
"You met her today for the first time?"
"Yes. It was all God's will."
"God's...?"
"Yes. The man who's about to become God."
Silence stretched between us for a long while. The pastor picked up her coffee cup, then set it back down without drinking.
"Hyunju really said she saw heaven?"
"Yes. Those were her exact words."
"Is it just kissing?"
"No—it starts with kissing."
And then I stood up. I walked over to the pastor's side of the table and looked down at the woman still seated there. She tilted her head back to meet my gaze.
"I came on too strong today. I apologize. I'll come back on Sunday."
"......"
I walked toward the entryway, playing the game. Honestly, it was a gamble—but a pastor-aged woman wasn't someone you could take lightly, so I couldn't show my hand too soon.
I'd made it maybe three steps.
"Wait."
I stopped. Okay. There it is. I wanted to shout for joy inside, but I turned around with a perfectly blank face.
The pastor was still sitting at the table, though her expression had changed from before. "You're just going to leave?"
"You seemed uncomfortable."
"Did I say I disliked it?"
"You told me to leave, didn't you?"
Her lips pressed together briefly. "That was... before."
I walked back to the table. "And now?"
"Now I'm curious."
She said it quietly. "What exactly did you do to make Hyunju say the things she said."
I pulled out the chair and sat down again. "Would you like to find out for yourself?"
This time the pastor didn't answer right away. She studied me for a long moment, then spoke slowly. "If I tell you to stop, you'll stop immediately, right?"
"Of course."
"Anything strange, and you're out the door."
"Understood."
"And one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Don't go one inch beyond what I permit."
I nodded. "I promise."
Only then did the pastor relax a little, and from that instant, the whole atmosphere shifted. Until a moment ago, this had been a pastor trying to drive out a cultist and an unemployed nobody spouting nonsense. But now—now it was just a man and a woman.
I reached out slowly, my hand passing the back of her neck to rest on the back of her head. Then, pulling her gently toward me, I tilted her head forty-five degrees and began to kiss her.
Mwah—
Mwah—
Mwah—
After three light kisses, I pushed my tongue forward, parting her lips and driving deep, until it met hers behind her teeth.
She was warm—but distinctly different from Ma Hyunju. In terms of slickness, she felt comparatively... dry? Her manner, though, was nothing of the sort. She bent her head further than mine, matching the angle, and began kissing me back with abandon.
Wanting to return the favor, I slid my palm down, middle finger leading, and let it come to rest lightly on her pussy through her shorts.
"Nngh... mm."
Her eyes stayed closed as she let out a very short moan. I raised my hand again and slipped it inside her clothes, cupping that lush, ripe chest. Incredibly soft, with a springiness that defied her age. It almost felt like God's blessing as I slid the white cardigan off her shoulders, then worked my hand back inside to feel the skin of her back.
Impossibly smooth. Silken. The kind of skin that made you want to sink your teeth into it.
"Haa—"
"Haa—"
Her breathing grew ragged, and I felt an urge to handle the pastor roughly. I dragged the thin straps of her top down over both her shoulders. Then, gripping both her wrists in my hands, I turned her body around and pressed her against the wall.
And there it was—the sight of her plump, luscious ass filling my view. For one instant, it nearly snapped the last thread of my reason.
Round. Delicious. Insanely, maddeningly lewd.
I was so worked up my hands were shaking as I undid my pants. The zipper rasped down. I freed myself from my waistband, then used my legs to work my trousers down, catching the hem alternately with each foot until they pooled around my ankles. I kicked them away behind me.
With my boxers pulled down beneath me, I tugged her shorts down as well, and the pastor lifted each leg in turn to help me free her from them.
One thing from undressing her burned itself into my memory: the crotch of her gray shorts, soaked through with her nectar until the fabric had gone black.
And then my cock slid into her—like marble underfoot on a rainy day—burying itself deep, so impossibly deep inside her pussy.
"Hyaaah——!!!!"
"Ha—"
"Ah... nn... ♡"
"Ah... ♡"
"Ha...... nn...... ♡"
"Ah.... ♡"
"Ah.... ♡"
"Ah.... ♡"
"Ah....!!!! ♡"
"Ah....!!!! ♡"
"Ah....!!!! ♡"
"Ah....!!!! ♡"
The pastor was screaming—moaning, no, keening like a woman possessed. And she was shouting at me.
"Ah....!!! What do I do, it feels so good!!"
"Ah....!! ♡"
"Ah....!!!! ♡"
"Ah....!! ♡"
"Ah....!!!! ♡"
Her excitement dripped down between my thighs as I pounded into her, thrusting back and forth like a madman. Endless rivulets ran past my groin, spattering to the floor and spreading beneath us.
Had anyone seen us from a third party's perspective, she would have looked exactly as she was—a woman with no focus left in her pupils, a slave to lust. No—more than that. A goddess of desire.
Maybe it was the sight of the pastor's shocking transformation, but before I knew it I'd grabbed a fistful of her hair, and—like a man drunk on some drug—the nonsense started pouring out of me.
"Ngh... you like that!?!?"
"You like it, you fucking slut!?!?"
I raised my voice and bellowed, and with every decibel, I pulled all the way back before slamming into her harder.
The pastor's voice, cracked and loose with pleasure, pitched between moan and wail. "Ugh...!! It's so good!!"
"You're so big!!!!"
"So deep——!!!! Pouri!!! ♡"
"It feels amazing!!!!! You're a god!!! You're my God!!!"
"Ah....!! ♡"
"Ah....!!!! ♡"
"Ah....!! ♡"
"Ah....!!!! ♡"
A strange feeling of conquest washed over me, and my mood turned deliciously, mysteriously euphoric. In that moment, I felt as though I had truly become God.
For over ten minutes we stayed like that, following pure instinct, thrusting into her like animals. The pastor sang my praises, and I felt like a being possessed of divine authority. Beneath the light of the living room, we grew steadily more familiar with each other's bodies, and the time we'd spent guarding against each other felt like a lie.
And then, when the moment of climax came, I barely held onto the last thread of my reason—pulled out just in time, and finished across the curve of her hips, above her ass.
"Ah.................."
"Hah..... hah......"
"Hah....."
"Hah..... hah......"
"Hah....."
"Hah....."
The pastor breathed hard without a word. Then she nodded slowly.
"I'll admit it...."
2.
"...One more time....?"
Fresh from the shower, the pastor lay sprawled on the living room floor, saying it to me as I lay beside her.
"Huh...? Again??"
"Kidding."
The pastor was watching me with a fresh, wordless smile.
After that, there was really no need for many more words.
3.
A little while later—
"Are you all right?"
The pastor got up first, took a sip of water, and spoke to me again. "Now I understand why Hyunju said what she said."
"What do you mean?"
She closed her eyes, then opened them. "Heaven."
I smiled without a sound. Seeing that, the pastor furrowed her brow.
"Don't smile."
"Sorry."
"Honestly... your confidence is off-putting."
But her voice held no edge at all. If anything, it had gone soft, drained of force.
I got up off the floor and sat down across from her on the sofa. "Then may I ask you one thing?"
"What is it?"
"Can I come to the church on Sunday?"
The pastor looked at me with an unreadable expression and said, "I'd like to try it too—with you."
"The religious integration?"
"Yes."
Then she said, slowly, "From now on, come whenever you feel like it."
"To the church?"
"The church, my home—either one."
I opened my eyes a little wider. The pastor set down her water glass.
"I'll permit it."
"Really?"
"Yes. And not just permit it—I'll help you."
This time, it was my turn to fall silent.
"So when you come to the church officially for the first time, come in as just another new face."
And she began getting practical. Who I should approach first. Who tended to be wary of newcomers. Who had the more open personality.
I listened quietly, and then I laughed.
The pastor asked, "What's so funny?"
"You told me to leave earlier."
She was quiet for a moment. "People can change their minds, can't they."
4.
After Ma Hyunju—a second convert.
And this time, it wasn't an ordinary congregant. It was the pastor of Somang Church herself.
If the pastor was on my side, then even a tiny church of fifteen souls was a different story entirely.
I stood up from my seat. "Then I'll see you Sunday."
"Wait."
The pastor called out just as I was heading for the door.
"Yes?"
She hesitated a moment. Then she said, "Do you have time... tomorrow, too?"
I smiled. "I'm unemployed."
"Ah. Right."
"I have all the time in the world."
And the pastor finally laughed.
In that moment, I knew it for certain. The Great Religious Integration—I could do it.
And my God-given cock felt mysterious in my own hands, until even I felt that I truly was the man who would become God.