Sudden Quest (3)
"Ehh... and so the Holy God... bestowed upon us... maaana..."
It was hell itself. Roosevelt, the History and Liberal Arts teacher, was an old grandpa, and his voice was a sleeping pill.
"Khhh..."
"Haaah..."
The students had already half-zombified, clinging to consciousness by a thread, and Yura beside me had even pulled out a little pillow and gone to sleep. The only ones still properly awake were Arthus and... me, I suppose. Except he was actually concentrating. And I...
"Hnh... hah..."
A wet, squelching sensation pulsed through me, and my hips and thighs shivered in fine, helpless tremors. If there was a mercy in it, it was this: the Hole was being worked by fingers instead of a cock.
I can take this. I can endure it...
Maybe last night's cock had been too intense. These fingers were thick, stout things — and still they felt like they weren't enough.
Get a grip! What the hell do you mean, not enough?!
At any rate, the playful scraping and stroking wasn't quite enough to make me fall apart. The trouble was this hypersensitive body, which seemed to enjoy even that much, and kept pouring out love juices without pause.
"Haaahn..."
The front of my navy-blue buruma was already soaked through, the fabric gone dark. If you sniffed carefully, there might even have been a faint musky scent. I draped my uniform jacket over my lower half and shuddered.
Just how long were they planning to keep this up. Ah — right there... that feels good... yeah, hnh...
I'm going crazy...
I'd have rather they just thrust hard and let me finish already. Keeping a person itchy and on edge for a full hour was its own special kind of torture.
"Ahh... haaah..."
My head was going fuzzy. This feels too good... Keep going, please keep going...
Get a grip, you idiot...
I bit down hard on my lip and let the pain cut through. A metallic tang spread across my tongue, and my mind cleared, if only a little. I clenched my thighs and groin and forced myself upright.
"Hoo... hah..."
You're going to lose to that kind of pleasure? Turn into a real fucking slut and just lie there taking it?
I shook my head hard and answered myself. No.
First... I need to do the quest.
Finding the Hole in an academy this huge was going to be a slog anyway. Get the Sensory Block from the Sudden Quest reward first, I decided, then search fast, with a clear head.
"Well now... that will be all for today..."
"Auhn..."
The instant the bell rang, the fingers stirring the Hole pulled out, leaving nothing in my lower belly but a deep afterglow and smoldering embers.
"Yaaawn... so sleepy, right?"
"Yeah... haah, I dozed off a bit too."
"Wanna go get dinner?"
Yura had woken up at some point. I shook my head at the question.
"Nah, I've got somewhere to be... I'll go on ahead."
"Aww... can't I come with you?"
Yura looked up at me with Puss in Boots eyes. I told her I was sorry, tears welling in spite of myself. I might be about to go do a naked dogeza plus masturbation — I could hardly take you along for that...
"Sorry. I'll be back soon though, so let's eat dinner together."
"...Okay! You promise? I'll text you."
"Got it."
I went straight to the locker room, peeled off the buruma, and changed into my uniform skirt. The panties were damp and uncomfortable too, but...
Going commando is even more of a no...
No matter how paper-thin the fabric, it was the last psychological barrier I had.
So around evening I left the dormitory and headed for the Academy Great Cathedral visible in the distance.
After a long walk, I arrived at the Academy Great Cathedral.
"It's seriously huge..."
It didn't even compare to the megachurches of Earth from before I'd been transmigrated. Architecture built with the new power called mana had long since surpassed physical limitations. Overwhelmed, I stepped inside.
O Holy Father~~
Aaaah~~!!
The choir was in the middle of practice inside. It looked like a club — beautiful young men and women in white robes, all singing together. The sight was striking. And the place was packed with people who'd come to listen to the hymns, and others who'd come to pray.
I should've come at night, or first thing in the morning after all...
Every old religion had vanished. This was a world where the Holy God Church held dominion over the entire planet, and that Church's prestige pierced the very heavens. On top of that, the being called the Holy God had appeared in person and granted power... Unbelievers were nearly impossible to find, and even those who never set foot in a church still believed in the Holy God itself by the droves.
And proving that prestige, a massive statue of the Holy God to match the massive church. In the form of a benevolent goddess, the deity of Earth, thirteen pairs of wings unfurled.
The developer...
This son of a bitch.
I spat a brief curse just in case and surveyed my surroundings. Before the statue it was a sea of people — making offerings, praying, even weeping, overcome with emotion...
In a place like this... a naked dogeza and masturbation?
It was a quest that made my vision go dark. Even when I'd played this as a game, Sudden Quests had always had a pretty unhinged streak. Doing something obscene in a specific location, like now, or trying it with a monster, and so on. Faithful to the eroge formula, I guess. Of course, you didn't have to do them; the rewards weren't that precious. It had been an eroge that didn't feel much like an eroge.
But now it's way too much like an eroge...
I shot a glare at the sky beyond the ceiling, then settled into a praying posture. If everyone else was praying and I just sat there staring, I'd only draw more eyes.
"Holy Mother, grant us the strength to battle the otherworld. Grant us the courage to protect ourselves through every storm this world may bring. Our Mother, who watches over us always and eternally, as constant as the sun."
"Holy Mother."
"Holy Mother, always that name..."
"Nngh...!"
Ah... it's here. Goddammit. A cock.
"Mmph...!"
I immediately dunked my head and clamped a hand over my mouth. The person sitting beside me looked over strangely, but I had no attention to spare for that.
This bastard, out of nowhere, at this hour... ahhhk!!
A thick cock was crushing its way into the Hole, rough and relentless.
"Hnnnngh...!"
"Holy Mother."
"Excuse me, you can't just—"
"Haaahn... nngh, M-Motheeer...!"
It felt like an entire forearm had shoved in and started stirring. This being the second time, I was slightly more used to it than the first — enough, at least, to barely keep a grip on my sanity.
"Auk, hah... hngh!!"
"Um... please, keep it down..."
"Mmph, sorry, nngh... I'm sorryyy, ah, yah..."
I couldn't stop the moans at all. And of course my Hole had no intention of stopping anything either, greedily gulping the cock down. My hips bucked on the pew; my breath came in ragged gasps. My toes kept curling, my body drawing taut as climax approached — as if bracing for the wave of pleasure about to crash over me.
"Angh, hah, aahn, nngh, I'm coming, commiiing..."
The son of a bitch pounding the Hole didn't stop. His pace climbed, as if he were racing toward release. And then, at last, the moment of ejaculation arrived. The sensation of hot, milky fluid pouring into the Hole was maddeningly vivid.
"Ughk, hnnnnngh...!!"
I felt a tide hotter than my own body temperature gush between my legs. Love juices dripping to the floor through a scrap of fabric already past its limit. The startled gaze of someone watching from beside me only stoked the pleasure higher.
"Holy Mother."
"Holy Mo— whoa... e-excuse me?"
"Heh, hehnn... ah, it feels, it feels so gooood... nngh..."
Maybe because I'd been left simmering since that teasing during the day. This afterglow was even longer, even sweeter. Ignoring the voices beside me, I clenched my thighs to hold onto the pleasure as it slipped away. A disappointed little sound leaked from the corner of my mouth.
"Hnng, nngh... haah... more... hah?!"
"...Are you insane? Excuse me. This is a sacred church..."
"I-I'm sorry... haah, haah..."
Barely coming back to myself, I turned toward the person who'd been tapping me on the shoulder. The man who saw my face stammered.
"Ah... a-ah, never mind. I was out of line..."
How must my face look right now. The face of a slut who'd just come her brains out, probably. A faint smile tugged at my lips without my meaning it to.
"Ah... thank you. I'll, um, be going now."
"Ah, y-yes, of course..."
The red-faced man personally opened a path for me. Instinctively, I wrapped my trembling waist and legs in mana to hold myself up as I walked.
It works? I just tried it on a whim...
I staggered free of the long pew and headed for the exit. No matter how much I braced them, my spent lower body kept threatening to give out.
"E-excuse me. Can I help you? Ah, my name is..."
"That's all right. Thank you."
I gave a quick bow to the man who'd followed as if to help me, and went on my way. A glance back showed love juices tracing a path down my thighs, past my calves, over my school flats, dripping as they went.
"...I'm going insane. Haah..."
Fortunately, most people had been too focused on prayer to notice. But everyone in my immediate vicinity had definitely seen me. Shame crashed over me, and I fled the church.
What do I do, what do I do for real...
I came for a little scouting trip and now I'm about to go down as the crazy bitch who masturbates in church. No, wait — I'm going to have to do a naked dogeza and masturbate anyway, so we'll call this practice?
"What the hell do you mean, PRACTICE?!"
I screamed as I walked toward the dormitory, on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, the bastard seemed to have something else to do, and the pounding of the Hole stopped. I took a shower, changed clothes, and went to meet Yura.
"What is the matter over there?"
"Ah... it appears someone spilled water here and left."
"Water?"
Who would dare spill water in the Holy God's church and simply walk away. Berto, paladin of the Academy Great Cathedral, frowned. He had attended this place since his own academy days, but he had never encountered anyone this inconsiderate.
"Hm? This isn't... water."
A considerable pool of liquid sat on the pew. And as if that weren't enough, it was dripping onto the floor. A fishy sweetness brushed Berto's nostrils. Frowning, he dabbed it with a finger.
"Hmph... this is not water."
"Sir? Then..."
"You may take your leave. Prayer has concluded for the day."
"Ah... yes, sir."
Once the believer had gone, Berto pressed his index finger and thumb together, then drew them apart, and was certain. This sticky, stretching stuff was absolutely not ordinary water.
"Pussy juice, as I thought."
The Holy God Church didn't particularly forbid marriage, so Berto — a married man — knew exactly what this was. The thick love juices that came from a woman in a state of extreme arousal.
He licked it off his fingers. It tasted excellent. Slightly musky, yet sweet — love juices of the highest grade. Distill Holy Water from this, and it would surely be potent.
That aside — what fearless bitch had the gall to secretly masturbate in a church? He was considering hauling her in for blasphemy on the spot when someone appeared.
"Ah, Berto."
"Archbishop Henri."
He bowed in greeting. Archbishop Henri, the man in charge of the Academy Great Cathedral. Berto reported what he had found.
"...What did you just say? That someone masturbated?"
"Yes. I was about to—"
"Hrm... think you can find out who it was?"
"It was during prayer, so many people would have seen."
"Just bring me the name and year."
"Yes, Your Grace."
Berto bowed, and Henri personally brought a towel and wiped down the pew.
"Allow me, Your Grace."
"No. Off you go and carry out your duty."
"...Yes, Your Grace."
The way Archbishop Henri wiped down that pew was so devout, so reverent, that Berto left the church without another word.
And then the church was quiet. Archbishop Henri gazed at the glistening love juices and murmured.