Blasphemy (2)
'Why is this happening...?'
I bit my lip hard. Fidgeting with my hands, I frowned at the strange sense of unease. This shouldn't be happening. I tried manifesting holy power once more.
Whoosh—
A bright light glowed in my palm. I'd successfully embodied holy power. But there was a subtle difference, ever so faint.
This isn't right.
Holy power had weakened, just a tiny bit. It wasn't a huge change—less than 0.1 percent, not even the size of an ant's claw. But it was enough to make me uneasy.
My strength grows with my faith. That's why I've held onto my title as the strongest. But put another way, if my faith wavers or I commit blasphemy, my power diminishes. Things like masturbation or blaspheming Manus with my own mouth—acts of blasphemy like that weaken holy power.
Is it just bad condition? Sometimes, when I'm off, this happens. It's not unheard of for me. Everyone has off days for no clear reason.
Could it be that lewd dream from before...?
I'd had an erotic dream recently. It wasn't pleasant. I'd done something utterly shameful in it.
In the dream, I was masturbating—something I'd never do in real life. Right in front of me stood a statue of Manus. I kept going until I climaxed... and pissed all over the statue.
I soaked it for a good while before collapsing in a heap. When I woke, I was drenched in cold sweat.
Why would I dream something like that...?
I hadn't had erotic dreams in ages. Maybe it was from seeing Lucia during that last dispatch. She looked oddly sexy back then.
I never see her that way normally. But that dream and the weird heat in my body... now, whenever I look at her, filthy thoughts pop into my head reflexively. And during the dispatch, her gaze was strange too. The way she looked at my body was off.
"Haa..."
I didn't feel great. My holy power subtly altered, and seeing Lucia in a lewd light—it all felt wrong. Since coming to this mansion, I'd undergone so many bizarre changes.
I knelt, clasped my hands. The clock showed 7:10 a.m. Breakfast wasn't for a bit, so I had to pray until then. Apologize to my goddess for becoming a lewd follower. Pray my holy power wouldn't weaken further.
"My creator and father..."
I murmured softly, continuing my prayer. Ignoring the 'thud' from outside the room.
"Hng..."
Rachel stood outside the room, a faint smile on her lips. Arms crossed, she listened to the prayers inside.
Carrot was praying desperately. Trying to atone to her Manus somehow. She must have done something shameful—though Rachel didn't know what.
She'd seen yesterday's events firsthand. Teasing Carrot's body mid-prayer. Caressing and sucking wildly, forcing climax... and finally making her piss on the Manus statue.
Probably turned it into a wet dream. Dream manipulation was a succubus privilege. With the Sound Gate implanted, it was child's play.
She smiled brightly. Things were going smoothly. One key part: toppling Lucia. Use the debuff on Sound Gate-bound Carrot to drown Lucia in lust.
Alone, it wouldn't conquer her. It just created lewd moods to open dream gaps. Carrot was too strong to infiltrate directly, but Lucia? Easy enough through the cracks Rachel prepared.
The church had strong protections, but Rachel could force entry. Erase traces using Carrot—have her erect a holy barrier for entry. It'd be tough, but no demonic traces left. Holy barriers block outward demon energy too, since they protect the body from it.
Once in Lucia's dream, it was simple. Knead it nightly like always, make her writhe in erotic nightmares.
Rachel had tracked Carrot's wet dream to pinpoint Lucia's bedroom.
"Haa..."
Licking her lips, Rachel grinned. At first, she just needed one yin energy source. But yin has limits—flavor fades with overuse. She yielded prime yin to the girls usually, but succubus instincts were hard to suppress.
Sucking thick yin slurp slurp, getting drunk on the taste... once known, unforgettable. Leftover dawn yin from the girls felt lacking.
Rachel's cheeks flushed as she licked her lips.
I want to devour it soon...
That Lucia woman was stunning. What would such a beauty's yin taste like? The anticipation heated her lower belly.
"Sis, something wrong?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"You look down."
"Mm... it's nothing, don't worry."
I avoided Ruen's gaze, shaking my head. She tilted hers. Lucy, nestled in my arms, said, "A-Ah, don't get hurt..." Her wagging tail made her look like a puppy.
So cute...
Seeing their concern lifted my mood. Lua had been kneading something intently. After about 30 minutes, she stood abruptly.
"Done."
"Sis, a gift for you."
She handed me a lumpy, elderly-looking lump. Looked like learning clay mangled beyond recognition. I peered closely.
"This is..."
"Yeah, that's it. Don't cry from emotion."
"A suffering old man, right?"
"...No."
Lua looked crestfallen. Had I said something wrong? I panicked, brain racing.
"Uh, uh... Ah! That's it, right? Archdemon!"
"Nope..."
"O-Orc?"
"No..."
"Squished goblin...?"
"...It's Manus."
"Ah..."
I clapped a hand over my mouth. Squinting at the 'gift', I barely spotted one Manus-like trait. ...Just that it had a nose.
"You looked drained... thought this'd cheer you up..."
"A-Ah...! No! I'm super energized! L-Look! The kids are happy! They're thrilled!!"
"...Squished goblin, though."
"Th-That means my taste is squished goblin-level..."
What do you do when someone pulls a Talulla like this? Flustered, I extended an arm toward Lua.
"A-Ah, um...! Hug first?"
(Want to grope my chest?) It was basically that lame excuse. But gloomy Lua slipped right into my arms. Burying her face, she took deep breaths—sniff haa, sniff haa.
Then peeked up.
"Feeling better now."
"That makes you feel better...?"
"Sis smells amazing."
"Mm... really?"
"Yeah... sweet, kinda peachy..."
"Wanna sniff all day."
"P-Please stop sniffing people like that..."
My face burned. Does my body really smell that good? My heart pounded with embarrassment.
The triplets smirked slyly.
"But sis, you still look tired. Something up?"
Ruen asked. I waved it off, then hesitated.
Succubi are dream experts...
Maybe consult them about the wet dreams?
After a pause, I continued.
"Mm... well, I had a lewd dream last night."
"Lewd dream?"
"Yeah. Clerics should shun the obscene, embrace the holy..."
The triplets exchanged glances. Lua, face in my chest, picked up.
"Then sleep with us?"
"W-With you all?"
"Yeah. We'll chase the lewd dreams away."
My eyes widened.
"You can do that?"
"Of course. We're dream demons. Piece of cake."
"Mm, then..."
I pondered. I'd had a wet dream sharing with Lucy before, so I hesitated. Thinking hard.
"Mm... thanks for the offer. But sharing a bed's a bit much."
I shook my head. Even if precious students, instinct felt off. Hard to ignore.
Lua looked slightly disappointed. I smiled brightly at them.
"But... I can stay till bedtime."
Clasping hands. They said nothing.
"...Okay?"
Just Lua's curt reply. Were they mad? Anxiety hit.
Then, a foggy haze in my head.
"If sis doesn't want..."
"Eh...?"
Body went limp, eyelids heavy.
"Whatever."
I felt Lua's arm around my neck.
In fading consciousness, last words:
"You'll end up sleeping together anyway."
Lua's sugary voice.
Squelch, squelch—
Sticky liquid slathered over skin filled the room.
"Ng..."
The triplets' room. On their massive bed for three. Naked Carrot atop it, moaning softly.
Her body glistened slickly—from viscous aphrodisiac smeared everywhere. Rachel's handmade mix of high-viscosity slime and potion. Transparent goo.
Lucy wore bumpy gloves. Lua held a clitoral feather-tickler. Ruen a brush.
Aphrodisiac kicking in—Carrot's face flushed. They watched her twist her thighs.
Ruen smiled faintly, recalling daytime rejection. Firm no to sleeping together. Expected from a cleric, but irritating.
Normally, they'd block sensation. But cold refusal changed plans. Make her constantly horny, aroused body. Pleasure even in breaths without them.
That's what they'd vowed.
Lucy, gloved in aphrodisiac, smirked shakily.
"N-Now... let's start...?"
She flicked Carrot's erect nipple.
"H-Hngh...!?"
Sharp moan echoed. Lucy's hands kneaded Carrot's breasts.