Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: I Am a Lewd Priest. (1)
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Adult game 'Please Fuck the Priest.'
To put it bluntly, I'd been dropped into this dogshit game world.
The title says it all: it was originally a fantasy ero-game where the protagonist seduces and fucks female believers left and right. He'd recruit devotees here and there, hook up with the hero along the way, and basically just blast divine power from the backlines while living it up in a total paradise of pussy and luxury—the ultimate god-game that showed off the pinnacle of hedonism and indolence.
The problem was that everything flipped 180 degrees after I got isekai'd here.
What was supposed to be a game packed with tags like harem, hypnosis, submission, meltdom, and training had turned into one dominated by reverse rape, femdom, enslavement, and gender reversal. The setting and characters were the same, but I'd basically been thrown into a completely different reverse-rape game from the one I'd played.
And on top of that, I had to land as the protagonist priest character in this upside-down world...
Talk about the perfect position to get fucked.
The doctrine here was problematic from the start. The god they worshipped was fine, but one of the core tenets viewed sexual intercourse between men and women in an extremely positive light—as long as it stayed within ethically permissible bounds. Even stuff like group sex or rape got swept under the rug, as long as it didn't cross certain lines, it was all seen as positive.
Of course, since this was damn near reality and not just a game, those horrific events didn't actually happen.
At this point, it felt like the system was blatantly designed to get me fucked.
And the most serious issue of all...
'Why the fuck does the Corruption Value that was on the heroines stick to me?!'
This was the part that baffled me most out of everything shitty. The Corruption Value was one of those mechanics to check how far you'd progressed with a heroine.
Every playthrough, as their Corruption Values rose, the heroines gradually fell under the sway of lust, their brains turning to mush at the slightest stimulus until they submitted to me completely. That was the game's real charm.
But why the hell did I have it—the guy who wasn't even a heroine...?
I just couldn't wrap my head around it.
And to make matters worse, just like in the game, it stacked up every time I had sex. Shockingly, as the number climbed, my body got more sensitive, like it was being trained, and my libido spiked noticeably.
So was I just supposed to sit there helpless? Not quite—there was a countermeasure, sort of. Praying nonstop to the Lord for over three hours a day could reduce it by 1 point, somehow.
Yeah, all that blood, sweat, and tears just to shave off a measly 1 point a day...
Somehow scraping by day after day, and the value I'd reached so far was 13!!!
That's right. 13.
13!
"Whoa! It's Priest Isaiah!"
Squeeze—
"Hnghiiih!"
Unfortunately, my body had been developed to the point where even this tiny shock made me react hypersensitively.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A sharp, tingling sensation rippled through my entire body. For a split second, I shuddered all over, tears welling up in my eyes.
"D-Don't just... pounce like that..."
"Heehee! Priest! Priest! Where've you been?"
I'd let my guard down for a moment. I'd finished my daily rounds and was heading back to the church when a neighborhood kid suddenly hugged my leg tight, clinging like she wouldn't let go.
'That was close.'
After that crazy devotee in the confessional yesterday, my Corruption Value had gone up again from all sorts of nonsense. I could get used to it eventually, but I wasn't fully adapted yet—my body was so sensitive that even a breeze made it tingle and react.
Getting jumped like this out of nowhere would throw anyone off.
"Ah... ha... You scared me. It's you, Sophia."
"Priest! Priest! Play with me today! Pretty please?"
Sophia, the little girl gazing up at me with sparkling eyes, oblivious to my burning anxiety. I glanced away, and sure enough, kids from the neighborhood were poking their heads out from between buildings, gathering one by one.
"Priest Isaiah. Are you okay? You look kinda pale."
"Hahaha... No, no. The priest is perfectly fine. So, what should we play with you princesses today?"
I forced a bright smile, acting like nothing happened. This time of day, when parents were too busy to watch the kids, taking care of them fell entirely on me.
"Tag! Let's play tag!"
"Eww, no way! The priest has to play house with us!"
"Nuh-uh. He's gonna come with us!"
The kids yanked at my sleeves, each claiming ownership, stretching my clothes taut.
This felt just like being smothered in sticky rice cakes.
'Damn this popularity...'
Back in my original world, kids would cry and run at the sight of my face. But ever since coming here, they wouldn't leave me alone for a second.
Was it my handsome looks? That probably helped, but I'd seen game text mentioning that Priest Isaiah got along great with kids.
That was likely the biggest factor.
"Hey now... No fighting, remember?"
"Eeeek... But Priest..."
Mediating kids was easier said than done. I'd play with all of them anyway—why were they so desperate to hog me?
"I'll do everything with you. So no fighting—what should we start with?"
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ By the time I finally got back to the church front after tending to the kids for hours, the sun was dipping low in the evening sky.
I dragged my weary steps inside.
What came into view was an empty chapel, devoid of people.
It was nothing like the pixelated scenery from the game. My eyes took in a totally different sight.
In the game, it had been a pathetic place with just four rows of chairs and a shabby podium. Now, it felt like stepping into a grand cathedral.
Endless rows of pews stretched out as far as the eye could see, stained glass gleaming brilliantly on all sides.
And behind the podium stood a massive marble statue big enough for thirty people, so majestic it felt downright holy. I almost wondered if this was really a church.
Anyway, I walked slowly to the front and stood before the podium.
The statue depicted a woman kneeling on one knee, arms outstretched as if to catch someone falling from the sky.
It was the statue of Saintess Amaness from Please Fuck the Priest.
I didn't remember much else, but her illustration had been stunningly beautiful. In a year or two from now? After the hero arrived—that was the day Amaness herself would descend to this land.
The story went to shit, but damn, she was hot. The protagonist ends up conquering even the goddess, turning her into his plaything. The scene where the devout believer she trusted betrays her, tears streaming down her face... It still burned in my mind. Even my limp dick stood right up.
But that was just in the game. Things were different here. No training skills or hypnosis from the protagonist. And in this world where women held all the power and status over men, charging in with half-baked abilities would just piss her off. Better to play the role of her one loyal devotee and snag the occasional divine boon—that was my best bet right now.
Anyway, once I reached the statue, I stood and gave a light bow. Nothing deep—just a courtesy to thank the Lord for my safe return from outside.
'Can't believe it's been two years already since I got here.'
At first, I thought it was a dream come true and plotted how to fuck the heroines. But that fantasy shattered quick. Fragments of hellish memories from getting fucked over and over. Now I was in the pathetic spot of researching how to hide and avoid it.
I should've kept a low profile back then...
Thanks to that, the devotees who'd tasted me early on were all eyeing me like predators, waiting for their next chance. Walking down the street, their stares were so blatant I finally got what "raped by eye contact" meant.
If only I'd gotten some ability to gain sexual dominance—at least then I'd have a fighting chance. Fat chance. Not ending up a sex slave was blessing enough.
'Whatever... Time to hold a service and lower this Corruption Value.'
I shoved the tangled thoughts aside, knelt right there, and began my silent prayer.
With the Corruption Value piled so high, I needed to bring it down fast.
Sure, you could blame me for not lowering it sooner, but this was the result of my best efforts. From yesterday's surprise attack in the confessional to the villagers using me like public transit on a schedule.
Getting to 13 took Herculean effort.
'May our Lord envelop my darkened heart in pure white light and grant me days free of suffering.'
How fervently did I pray like that? So lost in the empty chapel that I didn't notice someone enter. I sat alone, focused on the rite...
Slide—
Suddenly, an unknown hand slipped slyly between my armpit and side.
"What’s our priest doing all alone in such a dangerous spot?"
A soft, seductive voice whispered in my ear.