Priestess Candidates (3)
Priestess candidates, huh...
I glanced at the door. Hunting as a warrior had taken so damn long that it was already lunchtime. Naturally, the women were up, they'd eaten, and now all four of them were splashing around in the Fountain of Life, chattering away. I had no idea what they were talking about, but they all seemed thrilled.
...Thinking about the women in there gets my cock stirring again. I looked down at my suddenly rigid lower half and shook my head side to side. Sechem Yaret wiggled her body in response.
"It seems there would be no issue with accepting more priestesses."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. Since my rebirth, I have closely observed Your steps, and I have clearly confirmed that You love them all equally. I have even overheard conversations from Your women indicating no dissatisfaction on that front. So, what say You to new priestesses?"
"...Well, about that."
Time to get a little serious.
"Do the women really want this? To become my women? They know what it means to come in here, right? I mean, I already laid it out for them. They all get it, but they're still saying yes even knowing that? You sure?"
"Indeed."
Sechem Yaret's tone was resolute.
"While tending to the frail lay believers, I heard many stories. They all marveled in unison at how Your women have transformed beyond recognition. Everyone assumes—and rightly so—that entering this shrine will bring prosperity and happiness to their lives. Your women occasionally venture out, converse with the people, and share food, exchanging stories each time."
"Really? What kind of stories?"
"I did not participate in the conversations. But I did see middle-aged and elderly women showing particular interest, asking all sorts of questions."
My women gossiping with the aunties, and she's dragging this out like it's some epic tale.
"Lord. Women share much with one another."
"Huh?"
"They freely discuss life here, what it entails, and especially how You love them—sharing it gladly with other women. The likelihood is high that they even talk about length and girth, stamina, and how blissful it felt in Your embrace."
"Length... length? Girth?!"
"Yes."
I bolted upright in the stone sarcophagus. What the fuck did I just hear?
"Women talk about that shit with each other?"
"...In the era of my creation, such conversations were commonplace among women. But You seem surprised? Do modern women not do the same?"
"...From your experience, how do past women compare to modern ones? Any different?"
"They are the same."
"Fucking hell."
So they all blabbed about it? Shit, that's wild. How the hell am I supposed to process this? Embarrassing? But is it right for me to feel embarrassed? I'm a god. Yeah, I'm a guy, human at heart, but people believe I'm a god—my women do, and I have to act like one too. A god feeling shame? ...Insane. Fuck, this is... uh. Wait. Hold up.
"Sechem."
"Yes, Lord."
"Women have those kinds of talks? According to your experience?"
"Yes."
"And there are plenty who still want to become my priestesses?"
"Yes."
"Even knowing all that, they volunteer? It's not like they're desperate—steady water supply, grab stuff outside and it's theirs, life's not that bad."
"Yes, Lord."
"........."
Hmm.
Maybe... the bull and lion tattoos' vigor, plus that aura that drives women to ecstasy, spread to them somehow? Whatever it is, that explains it. No big deal...?
"Alright, then... uh, who are they, anyway?"
"Thirteen are of childbearing age."
"...No, not that—what about age, looks, whatever..."
"Pregnancy potential is my utmost priority."
"......Makes sense for you."
"Does the Lord have preferences? If You tell me, I can select accordingly."
"...Not really any strong tastes..."
Tomboyish girls get me going a bit. My first girlfriend was like that. But is that the only type? Nah. Sultry or cute works too. Age? Younger is nice, but does that mean older is a no? ...Jeong-eun's in her mid-30s. Holding her felt fucking amazing. She sucks dick like a pro, cradles it perfectly with her thighs. Hell, last night I came inside her, and she clenched so tight—ecstasy or whatever, but probably not just that. The others don't do it. She squeezed her ass on purpose, milking me like she wanted every drop. Then realized what she did and hid her face. Stuff like that? Older's fine by me. Height? Yeonsu's tall, nearly 170cm. Hyeyoon's short and squat. Smallest of the bunch. Both turn me on. ...My tastes are broad as fuck.
"...Just pretty ones?"
That's basically my only criterion? Fuck. Saying it out loud, sounds like I'd take anything with a pussy. Wait. One thing.
"...But not grandma-level, you know?"
"Women who are aesthetically balanced and fertile. Understood. I shall select them."
"Uh... yeah. Oh, Sechem."
"Yes."
"How many do you think? I know you'll check again, but roughly."
"...Probably around eight."
"...That many?"
"It was rather peculiar."
"What was?"
"...When examining health by touching faces or foreheads, the women I checked had things missing that should be there, or extras that shouldn't. Skeletons that didn't seem their own—quite abnormal states, and quite a few of them."
"...What kind of abnormal?"
"Yes. I asked, but they only mentioned such things exist before moving to the next—didn't get details. Is there something called plastic surgery in modern times?"
"........"
Ah, right.
"...Yeah, there is. So that's why you think there are so many pretty ones. Uh, yeah. Not bad. Fine by me."
"Yes. Then I shall return to confirm—"
"One more thing."
"Yes, Lord."
"...About priestesses. You said a god's wives should be few to stay rare."
"Yes. Not all can be the highest rank. That's the meaning."
"Suppose you pick a few. Should I take them all?"
"Ah. I understand Your intent. Only special women may enter the shrine?"
"Yeah. Exactly."
Sechem wiggled. Probably her version of a smile. No facial expressions with a snake head, so body language it is.
"Then, Lord. I shall prepare the women, and You may judge—select one or two. Of course, You might wish to take them all. None can stop You; it is Your will. All follows Your will."
"Hmmm... Fine. Assume that's the plan... When will the women be ready?"
"When do You require them?"
Smart answer. Means she can do it anytime. But? No rushing this. Build some anticipation. Hit 'em when they're dying to know yes or no.
"For now, Sechem. Today, just drop a hint. Tomorrow, scope out the women thoroughly. Day after, float the idea that maybe we'll take new priestesses—get 'em prepped, that vibe. See what happens next."
"Of course. You understand the game, Lord. Then I shall go to the people."
"Yeah, go ahead."
Sechem left. Heh heh heh. This is getting fun.
The moans echoing from my shrine are loud enough that the entire apartment complex couldn't miss them. You can't hold back when you're cumming your brains out. Impossible. My wives and the mother-daughter duo groaning one after another—sometimes like screams, sometimes cute whimpers—ring out every night. No wonder women want in. Plus.
Not just anyone gets in. That's special, right? Yeah. The women by my side are specially chosen. By whom? A god. By me.
The next morning, I summoned the mage and teleported straight near the Gache-dong convenience store. Portals are a game-changer. Without one, it'd take an hour—or more. But touch my sarcophagus, pick a landscape from two portals, step in, and boom—here. Fucking convenient.
Gache-dong's shopping street is mostly zombie-free now. Hunted over two thousand yesterday. A few human-faced fish popped up mid-hunt, but not many. The streets themselves? Cleared out.
Didn't go near that giant rotten egg, though. Terror symbol to them, treasure chest to me. Like, uh, Kopi Luwak. Shit-processed, but the contents matter. Yeah. Calling it Luwak from now on.
Yesterday's claw barrage wiped zombies across a wide radius around San-e-deul Apartments—safety zone formed. Monsters could still spawn, though. Fast-movers like human-faced fish. That's why the role switch.
Warriors farm coins like crazy, sure. But base safety first. And honestly? I'm burned out on stabbing one by one. Zombies are grunt work—handle with mage. New stance.
Something big shows? Warrior deploys. Coins matter, no argument, but fuck, thousands of spear thrusts standing all day takes forever. Ever chased targets for hours? Exhausting, even if not my body—mental drain. Auto-hunt from now on. Warrior's for 1v1s, special monsters. Or fetching stuff, moving portal stones. Speed's insane.
Alright. Let's go.
Blasting the core might be smart, but strolling the warrior-cleared streets is nice too. Walking slow, I ran into a group up ahead. Five armed: bulletproof vests, guns, baseball bats, telescoping batons, knives. They stopped and stared. I stopped too.