The Baptism (2)
I always hated the parts in web novels where they dumped the entire world setting like some kind of encyclopedia. Some people call it necessary buildup, but to me it just felt tedious. Erotic novels are built on arousal. A few inconsistencies in the setting don’t really matter. Who the hell wants a long-winded explanation about why the Saintess gets gang-raped during her baptism ceremony? Absolutely no one. What I wanted was raw, intense heat, not some dragging plot.
To put it bluntly, I just wanted to see a Saintess getting fucked senseless and whimpering. That’s why I loved I Became the Seed-Receiving Saintess of the Sex Cult. It delivered that intense thrill right from the opening. A Saintess losing her virginity the moment the story begins? A Saintess who isn’t even a virgin? The sheer depravity of it all! The arousal that springs from such blasphemy was incredible.
Of course, now that I’m the one living it, it feels like absolute hell.
When I entered the hall, naked men stood lined up like merchandise. The sight reminded me of mannequins arranged in a dimly lit warehouse. It was fucking creepy.
“To think the next Saintess would try to ruin her own baptism ceremony.”
A man with hair that gleamed like sunlight and golden-yellow irises scolded me. He had plump cheeks, a triple chin, and a grotesquely bloated belly that not even his loose robes could hide. I found myself wondering if his body fat percentage was well over forty percent as I opened my mouth.
“………Your Eminence, Cardinal Mavlof.”
He was Cardinal Mavlof of the Sex Cult. Honestly, he looked far more like a pig than a cardinal. It was clear proof that he had zero self-discipline. How the hell had someone like him, who seemed a million light-years away from any kind of virtue, managed to rise to the rank of cardinal? Why even ask? It was obviously the author’s twisted desire manifesting in the scenario of a delicate, beautiful girl like the Saintess being violated by a disgusting pig like this.
If it weren’t me in this body, I probably would have enjoyed this sick happy time too. If only it weren’t me.
Still, to think someone who actually looks like this exists in real life. Just looking at Mavlof made me feel nauseous even though I hadn’t eaten anything.
“Perhaps the location of the baptism ceremony does not please you?”
Does the location not please me? What a stupid question. My lips trembled as I shot back.
“………It seems Your Eminence finds it quite pleasing.”
The sarcasm was obvious—would you want to be surrounded by a bunch of naked men? Mavlof’s fat cheeks quivered as he laughed.
“Oh, I like it very much.”
…This thing is a cardinal? This cult is fucking doomed. The inside is rotting away like a chestnut eaten by worms. How could it possibly function normally? I hadn’t read the entire original story, but I had a reader’s intuition that the Sex Cult would collapse midway through.
“Shall we proceed with the baptism ceremony?”
The baptism. It was definitely not going to be a gentle one. I reflexively tried to step back, but I was blocked by the priest standing behind me—Ronin. A subtle gleam of delight flickered in his eyes. He seemed to be enjoying my panic.
…This perverted bastard.
“D-do you really think you’ll be forgiven for doing something like this!”
I never imagined I would spit out such a clichéd line. Out of all the novels I could have been sucked into, why did it have to be a gender-bender corruption story about a female lead falling into depravity?
My momentary resentment was cut short. At a gesture from Cardinal Mavlof, the naked men began approaching me.
“Don’t come near me!”
Even though I shouted while Ronin held my arms pinned from behind, it was a powerless threat. No matter how much I tried to shake off his grip, the frail body of a woman couldn’t possibly resist the strength of a grown man. The Saintess’s inherently delicate physique only made it worse. My resistance was nothing more than meaningless struggling.
Well, maybe not entirely meaningless. My feeble defiance seemed to excite them even more, because their touches grew rougher as they stroked my body.
The sensation of someone else touching me felt incredibly alien compared to touching myself. Honestly, it was utterly repulsive.
“Don’t touch me! I said don’t touch me! Fuck! You fucking bastards!”
I flailed my arms and legs. Even though it changed nothing, I thrashed like a fish caught in a net.
“The next Saintess has quite a foul mouth.”
Would you be able to speak politely in a situation like this? I grit my teeth and kept resisting, but my robes were stripped away in no time. Once the clothing that covered me was gone, plain underwear was revealed. The white bra hugged my perky breasts tightly, and the large white panties faithfully concealed my most intimate parts. To me, they were like a final line of defense.
But they didn’t even like that last piece of cloth covering my genitals. They tore it off immediately. In an instant, I was completely naked. I covered my chest with my left arm and my crotch with my right hand. Even though I was mentally a man, blood rushed to my face in this situation. Being naked is embarrassing no matter who you are, right? And to be surrounded by this many people, observed in real time? The shame was overwhelming.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! The curse repeated in my head like an exclamation. I couldn’t maintain my composure. So I stopped pretending to be the Saintess and let my true nature show.
“……Fuck, stop it, you sons of bitches!”
Of course, they weren’t the kind of people who would stop just because I told them to. Their eyes already gleamed with lewd lust. Cardinal Mavlof spoke with a smile.
“What excellent development.”
That’s sexual harassment, you bastard. That’s not something a cardinal should be saying. I glared at him while breathing heavily.
“……You fucking piece of shit.”
“Now then, we shall begin the baptism ceremony.”
A normal baptism ceremony supposedly involves pouring holy water over the head to purify spiritual impurity and create a pure being. Whether it actually had spiritual effects or not didn’t matter. What Mavlof was doing right now had nothing to do with any standard baptism preparation. He undid his belt, dropped his pants, and poured the holy water from a glass bottle onto his massively erect cock.
Wow, my head is actually spinning.
As I stood there speechless, Mavlof’s balloon-like head made a sound like air escaping.
“Hehe, are you excited?”
Excited my ass, you bastard. I struggled desperately. Beneath Mavlof’s jiggling belly, a colossal tower like an obelisk rose defiantly against gravity. Just looking at it shattered every concept I had about dick sizes. Are you kidding me? That monstrosity is supposed to go inside me? It would reach from my crotch all the way to my ribs! And the thickness? Pure terror now gripped my mind. I’d rather get stabbed by a knife than take that thing!
I opened my mouth wide, intending to bite my tongue, but—
“Oh dear, that would be dangerous.”
Ronin shoved a cloth into my mouth at the perfect moment. This demonic bastard. I glared at him with a venomous expression. He simply wore a gentle, benevolent smile.
Several men then approached, pinning my arms and legs down and forcing me onto all fours like a dog. In that position, my ass was naturally raised toward Cardinal Mavlof. He stared intently at my crotch and spoke in a satisfied tone.
“As expected of someone who has never known a man, it’s perfectly tight and ripe.”
“Mmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!”
Even with my mouth stuffed with cloth, I screamed desperately. Stop this dogshit! Stop! In other novels they always stop, so why won’t these bastards stop? In my mind I frantically shouted every status window and system command I could think of. Unfortunately, I Became the Seed-Receiving Saintess of the Sex Cult was not a game fantasy. My silent screams echoed uselessly into the void.
I whimpered and twisted my body, but the difference in physique was simply too great. It felt like a boulder was crushing my entire body, completely robbing me of freedom. Moisture gathered at the corners of my eyes. I had no choice but to accept it. There was nowhere left to run.
How the hell did I end up like this?
I could feel Mavlof approaching from behind. Thud, thud. The floor shook so much I thought an elephant was coming. I tried to steady my trembling breath. Since my mouth was gagged, I breathed deeply through my nose. What experience was similar to this? Right. The time I had a medical probe inserted into my anus at the proctology clinic. It had been fucking awful, but wasn’t this situation roughly the same?
“Priest Ronin. Remove the cloth now. We cannot miss hearing the next Saintess’s voice, can we?”
At Mavlof’s greasy words, Ronin pulled the cloth from my mouth. I immediately tried to bite my tongue, but—
Clack.
Some invisible force sealed my mouth shut.
“Eh?”
Why couldn’t I close my mouth? Panic flooded my mind. Seeing my confusion, Mavlof chuckled in a voice thick with lust.
“It is a holy spell that even the Saintess will be able to use someday if she makes the effort.”
Wow, so holy spells can do something like this too. The realization that I couldn’t bite my tongue brought a wave of despair.
“……Fuck, you filthy pig bastard.”
“Hehe, such a dirty mouth. Were you only pretending to be well-behaved all this time?”
Fingers thick with fat stroked my ass. The unpleasant sensation made every hair on my body stand on end.
“Don’t touch me!”
“It’s both elastic and beautifully shaped.”
Like a butcher appraising meat, the cardinal groped my body all over. Then his fingers slid along my groin toward my secret slit.
“Hik!”
It was an involuntary moan. His touch was that repulsive. My moan seemed to excite him further, because his movements grew faster. He began gently caressing my clitoris—the part commonly called my bean.
At first my body hadn’t felt any sexual pleasure, but gradually, as if being warmed up, heat began to build inside me. After several minutes of this, the pig named Mavlof, despite his hideous appearance, turned out to be surprisingly skilled at sexual torment. The gap between his disgusting looks and his technique left me unsure whether to laugh or cry.
When he rubbed my clitoris more vigorously, a tremor ran through me. Something was coming. Something good was coming.
“Hauk, heuk, ugh.”
A wave of pleasure that blanked out my mind pierced through my skull, and the moans I had been holding back burst free. I had reached a woman’s climax. My body trembled and convulsed for a long time. I couldn’t believe I had come from a man’s hand.
Cardinal Mavlof came around to my front and showed me his fingers. They were coated with a transparent, viscous fluid. It was my own love juice.
“Can you see this nectar? Most virgins have poor sensitivity, yet the next Saintess is truly exceptional. Do you secretly enjoy masturbation?”
“………You perverted bastard.”
“Is that something someone who’s dripping this much after just a few touches should be saying?”
I grit my teeth in humiliation and looked away. Mavlof laughed loudly and moved behind me again.
“Heuk!”
The sudden moan had a clear reason. Something hot and throbbing had pressed against my tailbone. It was quite long and thick. I immediately knew what it was. It was Cardinal Mavlof’s cock. My mind went completely white.
“What a cute moan.”
His words slithered into my ears like a snake, intensifying my stress. I now understood what it felt like for your head to feel like it was about to explode.
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
He didn’t penetrate me right away. Instead, he began rubbing his massive cock against my mound. I felt a level of shame I had never experienced before. It was because my body was slowly starting to feel pleasure from the act.
‘My body is too sensitive.’
I wasn’t sure if it was because I had just climaxed from my clitoris, but my body was already burning hot. Plus, since I couldn’t see what was happening behind me, my sense of touch had become extremely sharp. With him rubbing against my crotch like that, I couldn’t keep my mind straight.
“You fu—cking ba—stard, s-stop it, I s-said stop!”
I shouted curses, but I couldn’t speak as loudly as before. Bursts of pleasure kept interrupting my words. Unlike when he had been toying with my clit, the direct contact of flesh against flesh created a strange, arousing sensation all its own. This was the moment I finally understood the saying that a woman’s entire body is an erogenous zone.
Suddenly, Mavlof placed his hand on my side. I could feel his huge glans tapping against the entrance of my pussy.
It was coming. My heart sank with fear.
“……Please stop.”
My words probably sounded like expensive seasoning to him. Still, I had no choice but to beg. It was the only freedom left to me.
“Saintess. I shall now perform the baptism ceremony.”
Squelch. Thrust.
“Haaah.”
I took a man inside me.