Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Testify Your Faith (2)
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Just to reiterate, in this world, faith in the Goddess is absolute.
Because "Holy Power" exists.
A very special force unlike mana, priests who possess Holy Power use it to manifest all sorts of miracles.
Curing illnesses, reattaching severed limbs, purifying demonic energy, or infusing weapons with Holy Power instead of mana to take down undead demons.
Since Holy Power manifests as genuine, physical miracles in reality, the Church of the Goddess has naturally become a global object of belief and worship.
Religious connotations aside, the Church effectively serves as the world's "doctors."
Spanning both medicine and religion, the Church is a doctrine humanity trusts and follows from the moment they're born.
Even at mealtimes, the truly devout offer prayers to the Goddess before touching their utensils.
In other words...
"What are you doing? If you want to live, jerk off. Otherwise, I'll kill you."
Right now, I'm forcing them to commit blasphemy.
"I have to live. Right? If the Goddess is watching this, She'd overlook something like that, wouldn't She?"
"You... bastard...!"
"Ten minutes."
"What?"
"Anyone who doesn't cum within ten minutes dies."
I drew a finger across my throat at the knight lunging toward me.
"If you think the Goddess will save you, just hold out. We'll put your corpses to good use by having our dark mages turn them into skeletons."
"N-No!!"
One of the adventurers screamed and clung to the bars.
"H-How can you do something so cruel? Are you even human?!"
"Because I'm human."
"What?!"
"I keep hearing that over and over, but I don't really care. Secretary. Start the ten-minute timer now."
"Yes, Trainer."
The succubus secretary extended her hand forward.
A magic spell flickered in the air, and a circular clock appeared, its second hand ticking away with a sharp tick-tock.
"We'll just sit back and watch the show."
I pointed to a chair a short distance from the cells.
"Y-You bastard!!"
The bars rattled violently but held firm.
Unless the female thief—who'd had her handcuffs removed and killed the guard—used some skill to pick the lock, those doors weren't opening.
"U-Ugh... What do we do...?!"
The men trapped inside tore at their hair and screamed.
Some doubted I'd really kill them, others already had their pants down and dangled their junk, while some kept stealing glances at the female priest's robes.
"Excellent work, Trainer."
The succubus secretary whispered in my ear.
"You're even corrupting the men? By making them deny the Goddess."
"There's some of that, but can men even be corrupted?"
"Pardon?"
"I wasn't planning to do anything with them anyway. Wasn't corruption through training only possible for women to begin with?"
"...Not strictly speaking."
The succubus secretary tilted her head, but I waved it off.
"Whatever. I have zero interest in training guys..."
Hm.
"Not that I wouldn't, but I'd rather not unless I have to."
"Something come to mind?"
"Not that I'd go out of my way, but I could use it if needed. Say, for example, a sister and her little brother show up..."
"Hold on a moment."
The succubus secretary covered her ears with both hands.
"If a case like that comes up later, can't I just watch and learn firsthand?"
"Later?"
"Yes."
"...Heh, fair point."
Every time the succubus secretary talks about my "future as a trainer," I feel a spark of hope that I can survive.
Even if she's some master schemer buttering me up, it still feels good.
'If she ever betrays me, I'll pay her back after I regress.'
There are plenty of ways.
Few I can pull off right now, but once I'm an official trainer, my options will widen.
"Anyway, I wasn't planning to corrupt the men. Everything I'm doing is aimed at that woman."
"The priest... you mean?"
"Yeah."
One by one, the men pressed themselves against the bars.
"See that?"
Slap, slap-slap-slap.
"See them flailing to survive?"
"S-Stop it!!"
One by one, the men started thrusting their dicks through the bars and waving their hands.
And the one charging at them to stop it was—
"The Goddess will not forgive you!"
The female priest, who'd been meekly raped just moments ago.
"Don't commit such blasphemy! Please, I beg you!"
"Shut up, you useless bitch!"
Bam—!
The knight backhanded her with his arm, shoving her aside.
"If the Goddess is watching, She'd understand this too!"
"Fuck, it's just cumming on some clothes! We can live if we do this!"
"Don't be swayed by that wicked one's words! He's a minion of evil! You can't trust the Demon King's army!!"
Even after taking a hit to the face, the priest cried out in earnest desperation.
"What he's after is your corruption! He's making you deny the Goddess and live disgracefully just so he can defile you!"
Did her desperate pleas get through?
Slowly, the men's hands stopped shaking their dicks.
"No way."
I stood up right away and approached them.
"This is how I survived."
"What...?"
"Behold."
I dropped my pants.
I thrust out my already viciously erect cock and aimed the tip at the priest's robes—straight at the Church of the Goddess symbol.
"I survived the same way."
A lie.
But how could they know for sure?
"Just watch."
I jerked my hand back and forth rapidly.
It felt a bit awkward masturbating in front of the men, but I kept my eyes fixed on the priest's face as it filled with despair and stroked away.
"N-No!!"
The priest clung to the bars and reached out toward me.
Her handcuffs kept her from touching, but she shoved both hands through the bars, desperately trying to block my impending load from hitting her priestess robes—
"Don't do it, you vile demon!!"
She strained with all her might to keep it from the Church symbol.
"Too late."
I sidestepped slightly.
Splat!
I came right into the air.
The semen arced through the air—thinner than usual, but it landed squarely on the symbol of her robes.
"Aaaaaah—!!"
She screamed louder than when she'd been raped, wailing in agony.
"I curse you! Divine punishment will come! You'll suffer eternally even in death!!"
The priest screamed at me in fury.
"Divine punishment?"
I aimed my cock at her, flicked it lightly downward, and sneered.
"If that existed, wouldn't I be dead already?"
"...!!"
"You said the Goddess is watching this place? There you go—the answer. The Goddess forgives shit like this."
"Ah, ahh..."
She couldn't deny it.
Denying it would confirm another possibility.
"Or what? The Goddess is just sitting back while you pray? Man, what a sadistic bitch."
"Sh-Shut...!"
"Your followers who trust and obey you are getting captured and defiled by demons, and the Goddess doesn't send down a single miracle?"
The other possibility.
"Does the Goddess... even exist?"
"Aaaagh!!!"
Denying the Goddess's existence.
"No, wait. Even if She exists, is She really trying to help us humans here?"
From the Goddess—
"Maybe She abandoned you lot?"
The terror of being forsaken.
"Ah, ahh..."
"Hey. What are you doing?"
I turned from the screaming priest and fixed my pants.
"Ten minutes? Looks like less than four left."
"...!!"
The knights exchanged glances.
"U-Uwaaaah!!"
They started jerking furiously, like their dicks might explode.
Spluuurt.
The priest's robes were drenched in yellowish cum.
"Ahh..."
Watching the Church symbol get defiled like that, she hung her head with eyes more despairing than when she'd been violated herself.
"...My."
The succubus secretary, who'd been watching quietly from behind, let out an impressed murmur.
"Trainer. Her."
"What."
"...That woman. She might be ready now...?"
"Ready?"
"Yes. I mean."
The succubus secretary sounded surprised but stated the obvious phenomenon before her eyes.
"...The Womb Tattoo conditions for corruption have been met."
"Hm."
The priest's lower abdomen.
The Womb Tattoo brimmed with black light.
Not pleasure, but a black glow like hatred, rage, and despair.
"We could corrupt her right now..."
"That so."
I pointed at the priest for the succubus secretary.
"Clean her up and bring her. Let's see what happens when she falls."
"Yes. ...Impressive. As expected of you, Trainer."
The succubus secretary clicked her tongue in amazement.
"Fulfilling corruption conditions without even training her."
"..."
I hadn't known either.
"It is training."
"Pardon?"
"Training isn't just shoving your dick in on a bed."
I tapped my temple lightly.
"Her mind just got raped. Right now."
A short while later.
I met the priest again in the training room.
She'd been properly cleaned, but her body bore the rough marks of men's hands everywhere.
Eris the knight wasn't here.
She must've loved losing her virginity so much—she'd been out cold since returning from the underground prison, so I had her moved.
No sense risking her training failing from seeing what was about to happen.
"Hey."
"..."
The priest stayed silent.
Through her disheveled bangs, her eyes burned with hatred and murder.
"How about killing those guys instead of me?"
"...What?"
"Think about it. I never believed in the Goddess to begin with."
"...!!"
It planted a misunderstanding.
As if I'd been hiding among humans as a Demon King's spy all along and had finally revealed my true colors.
"But them? They called on the Goddess when they needed her, then ditched her the second their own lives were on the line."
"..."
"I'll give you a chance. Or how about a bet?"
"A... bet?"
"Yeah. I don't believe in the Goddess, but I don't deny her either."
The priest's eyes clouded with confusion.
"I'm a bastard, but those guys are total shitstains."
I felt the succubus secretary's gaze from behind me.
"You."
I pulled out an item I'd prepared from the storeroom.
"Become the executioner."
"...What?"
"Execute the prisoners who blaspheme the Goddess like that just to survive."
"You're telling me to work for demons—"
"Not for demons. For the Goddess."
Outsourcing the executions.
Wordplay, obviously.
"Slay the ones who betrayed Her with your own hands."
"As a demon?"
"Aren't you curious? If you become a demon but keep serving and praying to the Goddess, can you turn human again?"
That's why it's a bet.
"I'll turn you into a demon. Your job is to dispose of the trash in this prison—the ones like those men who insult the Goddess and abandon their faith to save their own skins."
"..."
"So they can't return to Her embrace."
"...Ha."
The priest sneered at me, curling her lip.
"You fucking bastard."
"Highest praise."
I extended my hand to her.
"Shake on it? Or gut punch?"
"...Fine. Let's try it."
The priest grinned viciously and held out her cuffed hands.
"I'll prove it. Even if I fall and become a demon, the Goddess will embrace me. This is just another trial from Her...!"
"Music to my ears."
If.
'She falls, I'll thank Her and shove my dick in with all my love.'
If corruption succeeds and she becomes a demon, if it makes me a trainer, I'll gladly pound her with my cock until she screams in ecstasy.