#2-14 Welcoming God Saintess♥ (Lemon - Perception Manipulation, Blasphemy) (1)
"Master, Master."
Sharon's voice was trembling. From the moment she completed the oath of subjugation, she could no longer reject it. At first, she thrashed about to protect herself, clinging to the last shreds of her pride—but that lasted only a fleeting moment. She quickly realized it was meaningless, and even the will to resist was stripped away. Sharon's resolve quietly crumbled.
"I, Sharon, am forever Master's possession. I am Gaon-sama's slave. Whatever you command, I will obey without fail and carry it out without fail."
"I will love only Master. I will serve only Master. I will make only Gaon-sama my everything."
From moments ago, to express her "oath," Sharon had knelt prostrate before Gaon, pressing her forehead to the floor and thrusting her ass toward him. She was spreading her own cheeks wide with both hands. Exposing her pussy and both her ass holes defiled by his thick semen.
"Now I am forever—Gaon Master's."
With that, Sharon declared her eternal submission to him....
'Saintess Sharon' has declared herself your slave.
Loyalty of units who declare slavery is maintained at the absolute maximum.
Corruption level of units who declare slavery reaches the maximum.
Upper limit of happiness for units who declare slavery increases.
A special bond forms between the unit who declared slavery and the master.
The relevant unit is eternally bound to the player.
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"It's really been a while, Noa. I got reports now and then, but... have you been well?"
"Ahh, Master, Master, I've missed you so much. I haven't been well at all without seeing you. Every single day, I was dying from how much I longed for you...!"
Noa cried out with fervent emotion and clung to Gaon. He embraced her in return. Starved for Gaon, Noa trembled at just the light arm around her waist, overcome with gratitude.
Leaving Sharon, who had completed her oath of subjugation, alone in the room, Gaon stepped out into the hallway with Noa. Inside, Sharon was probably still sitting dazed, staring blankly into space, unable to fully accept her own decision. But it was too late for regrets or second thoughts—she was done. With the system recognizing her complete subjugation, any lingering resistance in her consciousness would soon be dyed into the personality of a loyal slave. Just like Noa, who was pressed against his side right now. She seemed confused for the moment, so he'd give her a short break alone.
Besides, Noa had brought a "guest" along.
As they descended from the third floor to the second, they ran into Amy Mera passing by the stairs. She carried a tray in her arms.
"Gaon-sama. You're coming down. Is your business finished?"
"More or less. I'll head back up soon."
"I-I see."
Amy looked awkward, visibly flustered in every way. Gaon could easily guess why. Noa hadn't come alone.
"The guest is here, right?"
"Y-Yes...! At this hour, too... Um, that person is..."
Amy glanced toward the living room as she spoke.
"The Third Saintess is here... My goodness, first the Second Saintess, and now the Third...!"
Whispering in awe like a die-hard fan spotting an idol, Amy was ecstatic. To her, with her deep faith, the saintesses chosen by the goddess were far more revered than any idol.
She'd been equally thrilled when they first welcomed Sharon. Brushing past the thrilled Amy, Gaon headed to the far side of the living room. There sat the Third Saintess, carefully cradling a teacup in both hands. Flanking her were succubi, whispering in her ears or groping her body over her clothes.
"Greetings, Third Saintess? First time meeting, right?"
"Uh... Ah, you're..."
The Third Saintess, Lemon, who had been flustered by the succubi's teasing and lewd whispers, looked up. She spotted Gaon. Carefully setting down the cup to avoid spilling, she rose from her seat and bowed deeply.
"Thank you for inviting me. I'm delighted to meet you............ Uh, wai...?"
Offering her usual perfect saintess greeting, Lemon suddenly fell silent, sensing something off. She lifted her head, stared straight at Gaon's face, then glanced around the room.
Huh?
Huh? Huh? Huh?
"Wha...t? Why am I... here?"
Lemon was confused. She had no idea why she was here. More than that, why hadn't she realized it until now? Why had she been sitting here so calmly, sipping tea? Why had Noa dragged her out tonight? How had they slipped past the church's strict nighttime guards? What were those two demons clinging to her moments ago? And why did the man before her eyes exude an aura even more ominous than those demons?
One question sparked a chain of forgotten doubts. But that lasted only a moment.
"Saintess, Saintess-sis, snap out of it."
"We told you why we're here, remember?"
"You agreed to come, Saintess."
"You knew too, sis."
"We're here to meet God, right?"
At the whispers from the succubi clinging to her sides, Lemon stood blankly with vacant eyes. Moments later, her senses returned, and she blinked.
"Ah... Yes, you're right. I came to see God..."
Confirming the man before her, Lemon's eyes widened.
"Ah, a-ah! God, I see God!"
Instantly, Lemon dropped to her knees before Gaon, clasping her hands in prayer. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and bowed her head, as if unworthy to gaze upon God's holy visage.
In Sharon's—no, Lemon's—eyes, Gaon now appeared as God. She had fallen under the succubi's hypnosis. Long manipulated by the succubi before even arriving, she believed it without question.
Her praying form was pious enough for God's presence, but it wasn't what the succubi wanted. The demons quickly helped her to her feet.
"Sis, sis, that's not it."
"Come on, this is how you greet God properly."
Whispering something in her ear, they made Lemon blush furiously. It was too embarrassing. Blasphemous, even. But if God preferred it... With no choice, Lemon hesitated, then reached for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, she lifted it.
"P-Please excuse me... I, Saintess Lemon, present myself... before my God..."
Beneath her modest saintess robes, her thighs wrapped in stockings and pure white panties came into view. Lifting her skirt to expose her panties and hidden pussy to others—this was the pious prayer posture described in scripture. A bit embarrassing, but nothing strange. She shouldn't feel shame, yet for some reason, Lemon's face burned hot. The room felt strangely warm...
"I see. So you're Lemon. Thanks for the polite greeting, Saintess Lemon."
"Pl-Please, speak comfortably, God...!"
"Then I'll call you Lemon. That okay?"
"Yes...!"
Lemon's heart pounded with joy at meeting God directly. Yet even in this sacred moment, her pussy began to glisten faintly with arousal. All thanks to the succubi's training. They'd conditioned her so that merely glimpsing Gaon's face in dreams overwhelmed her with sexual excitement.
"Good. Then, Lemon, may I touch your body directly?"
"Of course. I would never refuse God's will. Please, touch and use every inch as you please."
Reciting the words whispered by the succubi beside her, Lemon confessed. With no need to hold back, Gaon slid his hand straight into her crotch, rubbing her pussy over her panties. The soft, hot sensation transmitted through the thin fabric.
"Nnh... Ah...♡"
Even such light contact made Lemon flush crimson, flustered beyond words. Was it shame? Overwhelming honor? Or her body, hypersensitive from the succubi's relentless training? Squatting to admire her panties, he fondled her crotch and thighs, savoring the feel for a while. Then he grabbed the sides of her panties and yanked them down. Lemon jolted, but held her skirt lifted silently. She dared not interfere with God's actions.
A thin string stretched from the pulled-down panties before snapping. Lemon's pussy was pristine, not a hair in sight. The succubi had prepared her to Gaon's tastes. Thanks to their special techniques, it was flawlessly smooth, without a trace.
"Lemon's pussy is so pretty. Looks delicious."
"Thank you. It's an honor to receive God's praise."
"Makes me want to see the rest. Why don't you strip everything off?"
"Yes!"
Without hesitation, Lemon shed her nun's robes completely. A bra matching her panties cradled her heavy breasts. She unhooked and removed it without delay. Her full, mature fruits bounced free. Gaon helped with her panties as she tried to remove them herself. In moments, she was naked. She'd stripped everything else, but left the pure white stockings and garter belt—making her look even more lascivious.