Chapter 166 - The Beast's Swelling Desires! (3)
“Well then, everyone. Who is the god you all must serve from now on?”
“““Slurp...♡ Smack...♡ It is our master, Lord Sema♡”””
“And what is your role in serving such a god?”
“““To offer our female bodies in service to please Lord Sema and build his paradise♡”””
“Very good♡ I hope you all work hard from now on♡”
“““Yes♡ Lady Klea♡”””
Sitting comfortably in the saintess's large, plush chair, I watched as three nuns serviced my horse cock while answering Klea's questions.
Today’s new beast slaves: Angela... and, uh...
“...Come to think of it, I don’t even know the names of the other two besides Angela.”
“Hehe♡ All three of you, stand and introduce yourselves to Master.”
“““Yes♡ Lady Klea♡”””
At Klea’s command, the three gave my horse cock one final kiss before standing in a row before the desk.
Angela, whose belly was just starting to show a slight swell, and the other two, whose stomachs bulged like they were in their ninth month. They were naked, but the veils on their heads marked them as nuns... Seeing nuns with such swollen bellies gazing at me with female lust in their eyes felt strangely thrilling.
I’d only meant to target Angela to show off my relationship with Klea, but it ended up like this... Damn.
“Senior nun of the Goddess Church, Miguel Angela. At your service, Master♡”
As I felt a twinge of guilt for turning two unplanned women into slaves, the eldest, Angela, stepped forward and began her introduction.
“I am 37 years old and currently serve as the head nun overseeing all the nuns in Radia’s church.”
Huh? Angela was Radia’s head nun? That’s a pretty high position for her age. Impressive. Though, considering even the younger Klea was a saintess, maybe it wasn’t that surprising.
“I was foolish and failed to understand why Lady Klea showed such devotion to Master... but now I know. True devotion to Master is the mission our Goddess has bestowed upon us females...♡”
...What the hell are my slaves seeing in all this?
“Master, who showed us females our true happiness♡ And Lady Klea, who led me to such a Master♡ I, Angela, pledge this body in eternal gratitude for the grace you’ve both bestowed, dedicating Radia’s church to you both. I look forward to serving you♡”
...What did I just hear? Dedicating Radia’s church? To me? That feels way over the top. Sure, I hold the honorary title of saintess guardian, but I’m still just an outsider. For a veteran nun like her to say something like that...
Turning women into slaves is starting to feel a bit scary. What should I do?
...Eh, whatever. What’s done is done. Second attempt, eleventh slave in total? At this point, it’s too much hassle to even think about it. Might as well just enjoy it. They look so happy to serve me... As long as I don’t go too far and keep some boundaries, it should be fine.
Of course, those boundaries feel like they’re retreating bit by bit.
“Alright, Angela. I don’t get it, but I’m sure Klea will have plenty of work for you. Looking forward to it.”
“Yes♡ I will assist Lady Klea with all my heart and soul♡”
“Hehe...♡ Looking forward to it, Angela♡”
...Haven’t their formalities gotten flipped around? Eh, whatever. Better not overthink it. Kinda scary.
...No, it’s not scary so much as... my head feels strangely clear, like I don’t even want to think deeply about it.
“Praise be to you, Master♡ I am junior nun Eli♡ I am 19 years old and...”
“Master of females, god of females♡ I am junior nun Chelsea♡ I am 20 years old and...”
While I stopped thinking and let things be, the other two followed Angela’s lead with their introductions.
Yeah, yeah. Eli. Chelsea. Nice to meet you. I might forget your names soon, but let’s get along.
For some reason, I felt an odd satisfaction and clarity from this situation where I’d voluntarily turned them into slaves. I gave their bodies a few more strokes before leaving the church.
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“Hmm...”
“What’s wrong, Master?”
“...No, it’s just... at this rate, I feel like I might end up touching any woman I come across...”
On the way home from the church, I started turning my head again, retracing my current state of mind.
This is... I could excuse Angela, but after taking the other two as a bonus, the guilt is fading away? It’s like, screw it, whatever, and the line in my heart is blurring. It’s a little scary.
What do I even do? I can feel my mindset shifting in real time... But it doesn’t feel bad, so it’s this weird mood. Or maybe because my guilt is vanishing, it doesn’t feel bad?
Hmm...
“...Isn’t it fine? We’re overjoyed to serve Master...♡”
“Still, it feels like I’m ruining women’s lives... Sure, I only touch my females thinking I’ll make them happier than with any other man, but our slaves...”
“Don’t worry, Master♡ They’ve simply realized the truth.”
“Huh? Realized what?”
Lost in my moral dilemma, I casually asked Klea without much thought.
But at that moment, Klea’s eyes seemed to gleam...
“...That copulating even once with Master is far happier for a female than a lifetime with some repulsive human male... That becoming a beast and serving Master forever is the true female life♡”
Strange words dripped from Klea’s mouth, utterly despising humans.
“For that happiness, Essentia’s females will choose to be Master’s disposable toys over human lives... So Master need only ravage females without a care♡”
“...At this rate, I’ll end up fucking every church nun and that scares me...”
“Oh? That’s my goal, actually?”
“Even so, that’s too much. I’ll keep some moderation and boundaries...”
“Master~♡”
As I tried to draw a line with Klea amid my dizziness, Lizbet spotted us from outside and came running over, waving.
“Master! Sally’s little sister has arrived~♡ She’s waiting on the 8th floor, so let’s go make her a slave♡”
Oh god. I just made three, and now this? Right, Sally’s sister. I’d forgotten about her.
Oh god... What is this situation? Do you really expect me to fuck every woman in Radia?
No, right?
“...Eh, whatever. Yeah! Let’s go! Where is she! Her sister’s already a slave! Gotta make the little sis one too!”
Dizzy and reeling, I suddenly thought screw it, shrugged, and strode toward my building.
Including Sally’s sister, that’s twelve? Still barely okay, I guess. Whatever!
Even on Earth, there are guys banging dozens of women. With this superior body, 20 or 30 should be fine, right?
Feels like my conscience is getting fuzzier, but whatever. My goal in Essentia was to live freely, following my desires.
They’re shoving themselves at me like this—might as well take them.
“Kyah♡ What’s up? What happened?”
“Hehe♡ At the church, we unexpectedly added two more female slaves...”
Shaking off the miscellaneous worries in my head, we entered the building as the two chatted happily behind me.
Yeah, my lovely females. I don’t fully get it yet, but it’s what you want, right?
Then whatever—I’ll enjoy it without worry. Of course, if it gets too much, I’ll pull back. But as a man, I can’t keep resisting this temptation forever.
Screw it—bring me any woman you want to make a slave! Except ones with families, of course!
And so, redrawing my moral line once more, I headed to Sally’s waiting sister.
Feeling a strange mix of thrill and fear at my own shifting heart...
Today, by my own will, I had changed four women.