Church Tour (2)
“Is this the church?”
“Whoa...”
“It's so pretty.”
“Right? This is the pride of our continent, the Lorren Church.”
The triplets stared at the church with faces full of wonder. Their gazes brimming with awe made me puff up with pride in a strange way. Before I knew it, my shoulders were squared.
I barely suppressed a grin leaking out as I began leading them along.
We were currently at the Lorren Church. The triplets had come for a church tour. It was 9 a.m. now. We'd eaten breakfast at the mansion and used a return stone to teleport straight here.
I'd considered taking a carriage, but the church had said, “Feel free to just use the return stone.”
When I got the approval letter for the tour yesterday, I was shocked. I never knew our Pope was so tolerant.
The church isn't exactly welcoming to demonkin by nature. Tensions were already high lately because of the “Longinus Spear.” Allowing demonkin on a church tour was highly unusual.
Leading the triplets, I headed toward the church dorms.
“Okay... no wandering off midway, got it? The church layout is pretty complicated.”
“Yeah.”
“Y-Yes, y-yeah...”
“Got it. I'll stick right with Sis.”
The triplets nodded at my words. They looked adorable, linked hand in hand.
In the midst of it, Lucy clung tightly to my hand. She seemed nervous in the new surroundings, her wings fluttering as she scanned around.
I could feel the hot stares from the priests here and there.
Can't exactly tell them not to stare...
I understood their feelings. Even in this era of human-demonkin harmony, priests were conservative. More of them were hostile to demonkin than friendly.
They couldn't look kindly on the girls. Knowing that, I hurried along with the triplets.
Soon, we reached the guest dorms provided for church visitors.
“Phew...”
Only then could I finally relax. Those stares had gotten on my nerves.
The Pope's orders had announced the triplets' presence to the whole church. But knowing and seeing were worlds apart.
I figured I'd need to stick by the triplets for a while, preaching that they were “good demonkin.”
They came for a whole week of touring. Can't have them just cowering the whole time.
Rachel had requested a week-long tour, from Monday to Sunday. They'd return to the mansion Sunday evening via return stone.
I was here as their tutor and escort.
It had been a while since I'd visited the church, but the tense atmosphere was disappointing.
“...Sis.”
“Yes?”
Lost in thought for a moment, Ruen sidled up to me. She continued hesitantly, her expression uncertain.
“We can do the tour, right?”
Her words carried layers of meaning. I gave her a gentle smile and pulled her into a tight hug.
“Of course. Don't worry too much. Even church folk don't just discriminate against demonkin outright.”
The triplets' faces softened a bit at that. Seeing it fired me up even more.
I'd planned the tour spots in advance: personal prayer rooms, the worship hall for communal hymns and prayer, the dining hall, and even observing theology classes.
It'd be a shame if things went south right from the start.
“Rest here a bit. I need to step out for a sec.”
“Okay.”
“A-Alright...”
“Yeah. Go ahead.”
With renewed resolve, I left the dorm. First things first, I'd go around on foot and ask for understanding.
Church people were all kind; if I pleaded earnestly, they'd come around somehow.
I couldn't let their first tour be ruined by prejudice. These kids were passionate about theology—I had to make it their best memory ever.
With that thought, I set off.
“Haaah...”
Ruen emerged from the shower, towel draped around her. Lua and Lucy were already fluffy and dry. The three sat side by side on the three-person bed, tails swishing happily.
It was 9 p.m. now. The first night of their church tour.
The triplets had a fuller day than expected. Before lunch, they'd toured the worship hall and personal prayer rooms. Then they enjoyed a lavish lunch.
The church food was amazing. With so many active people, the meals were top-notch.
The triplets usually only ate rations, but they devoured the church grub.
In the afternoon, they observed a light theology class and learned basics of handling holy power.
And now, freshly showered, they were in high spirits.
“It was super fun. I thought churches would be all stiff and boring, but it was way better than expected.”
“Yeah. People were nice too. Sis must've helped somehow.”
“Uh, y-yeah... R-Right after Sis went out for a bit... the p-people's attitude changed...”
“Anyway, they're all so sweet.”
Ruen grinned, wrapping her tail around her thigh. Her wings fluttered, ears perked.
“Thanks to you, we had fun today, Sis.”
She said it to the corner of the room. Carrot flinched and looked up from there.
Her face flushed red, she wore the dog collar she usually had on at the mansion. Her outfit was her usual thin white priestess robe—but no underwear, so her nipples poked through visibly.
Kneeling, she nodded slowly.
“Y-Yes...”
“Alright then... shall we go for a walk?”
Lucy and Lua nodded slowly at that.
Before coming to the church, Rachel had told the triplets one thing: “Do whatever you want here, but grant Mommy one request.”
It was to install a magic tool in Lucia's room if possible, or the Pope's—and other priests' rooms were fine too.
It was a special tool infused with Rachel's magic, making sleeping targets vulnerable to lust. It had other functions too.
The main goal: let her access erotic dreams remotely.
That's why the triplets were touring the church—to bypass the strict surveillance this way.
Someone might call it manipulation, but the triplets didn't care.
As long as they could play with Carrot and suck her yin energy, that was enough.
“G-Get up...”
At Lucy's words, Carrot rose slowly. Her face was still blank.
Seeing that, Lua spoke up as if remembering something.
“Oops, forgot to lift the suggestion.”
Snap—she flicked her fingers, and life returned to Carrot's eyes.
She blinked blankly for a moment.
“Wh-Wha...?”
Her eyes widened as she looked around, then stared at the collar on her neck.
“Wh-What... R-Ruen? What's going on...?”
She asked Ruen, who gripped the collar. But Ruen said nothing, just opened the dorm door and dragged her out.
The early summer night air was a bit chilly.
“Ah, u-ugh...? W-Wait a sec...!”
Collared, Carrot couldn't resist and was pulled outside.
The suggestion made it inevitable: no resistance to the triplets, absolute obedience to their words, and upon waking, it'd all feel like a dream.
“Haa... the night air feels amazing, right?”
“U-Uh... Y-Yeah, feels nice, Sis...?”
Carrot fidgeted anxiously, but when Ruen tugged the collar, she followed limply.
“You showed us around the church by day, so we'll entertain you at night. Sound good, Sis?”
“Th-That... Uh...?”
Carrot still couldn't grasp the situation. She wanted to resist, but the compulsion created massive dissonance.
But the triplets weren't as forgiving as they seemed.
Ruen eyed Carrot's body for a moment, smirked, and commanded.
“...Sis. Strip. Everything off.”
“R-Right now? What the—?!”
“Panties too. Hurry.”
Carrot clearly tried to refuse. But her Sound Gate wouldn't allow it.
“H-Hiiik...!?”
The mark on her lower abdomen glowed brightly, sending a powerful wave of sensitivity through her body.
She shuddered, eyes bulging.
“H-Huhk, haaah... H-Huek...”
Her body went into mad heat, eyes half-lidded. Her abdomen clenched and relaxed repeatedly, whole body trembling.
But climax was forbidden. She bit her lip hard, face screaming she'd go insane.
“Ughk... P-Please... I'll s-strip... T-Take it off... P-Please, h-hiiik...!”
Her face beet-red, shaking her head, she began undressing. She flung off the thin priestess robe, clutching panties and bra to her chest, panting as she displayed them proudly.
Love juices dripped down her thighs.
Ruen smiled at the sight. Her gaze drifted to a distant spot where people gathered, chatting.
Carrot's hands trembled at that. She didn't understand why she was doing this here, why refusing to strip triggered such intense heat.
But one thing was clear.
“...Before we head to Lucia Sis's room, wanna do something fun?”
“F-Fun...?”
“Take those clothes and go pee on the Manus statue over there.”
She was nothing but a body that had to obey the triplets' commands.
Gathering stares from onlookers, eyes gleaming red.
Ruen was clearly ordering it: Defile the statue of the goddess you serve with your filthy piss.
Commit horrific blasphemy with your own hands.
“Th-That...!”
But Carrot had no right to refuse.
“U-Ughk...”
Heat surged again, forcing her forward.
Crunch, crunch—body quaking, she slowly advanced across the grass.
Her form emerged from the dorm building's shadowed corner.