The Luck Goddess's Petty Pranks
Han Jin-seong watched the saintess diligently kneading her own breasts while spreading his semen all over them. At this point, it was impossible to tell if she was a saintess or a total slut—the way she was caressing her tits so fervently made it seem like the hypnosis had worked too damn well. Midway through, he'd even wondered if it was really the hypnosis or if she was just a natural-born pervert, but since good was good, he'd let it slide.
'Time to etch in that Erotic Tattoo Contract...'
Having already brainstormed an inscription fitting for a saintess, Han Jin-seong slowly moved his hand toward her smooth lower abdomen.
'First up, hypersensitivity dialogue...'
It was the exact moment he activated the skill to imprint the Erotic Tattoo Contract.
The Goddess of Luck smiles!
Result... 3!
The Goddess of Luck runs away!
Thud-!Whish-!Thuck-!
Before he could even question the sudden luck judgment, a sharp whoosh cut through the air, and something stabbed into the back of his head. Han Jin-seong reached back, pulled it out, and brought it in front of his face.
'...A letter opener?'
The blade was fairly sharp, and faint traces of red blood stained it. His monstrous stamina had healed the wound in an instant, but feeling unsettled, he glanced behind him. There lay a wall clock that seemed to have fallen from the shelf, cracked and shattered all over.
From the looks of it, the old wall clock hanging there had dropped onto the shelf, and the recoil had launched the letter opener on the shelf straight toward the back of his head. But why the hell had a perfectly fine clock suddenly fallen? If it hadn't been him, anyone else would've died without question. Few could survive having a letter opener buried halfway into their skull.
He could've dodged it if he'd wanted, but it happened so suddenly that he hadn't even thought to.
'...Not that threatening anyway.'
As he rubbed the spot where the wound had been, the saintess—panting with hot breaths—sensed something off and asked,
"Haaah...♥ Priest...? Didn't you hear something...?"
"Nah, it's nothing, Saintess. Keep rubbing it in."
He moved his hand back to her lower abdomen, determined this time to imprint the Erotic Tattoo Contract.
And once again.
The Goddess of Luck returns with a smile!
Result... 95!
The Goddess of Luck cheers, "That's more like it!"
"...?"
Thud-!Whirrr-!
Before he could voice his doubt, a small statue near the window suddenly plummeted, shattering on the floor. A fragment ricocheted, grazing his cheek and drawing a thin line of blood.
"......"
A breeze slipped through the window, flapping the curtains and briefly flaring the candle flame upward. The heat caused the pin holding the statue to expand and pop loose, sending it crashing down and hurling shards his way.
'What the fuck is this now.'
Han Jin-seong couldn't dismiss two absurd incidents in a row as coincidence. What were the odds of such outlandish, near-fatal accidents happening twice in the same spot?
"P-Priest...? Another noise...?"
"Nothing at all, Saintess."
By now, even the saintess sensed something was wrong. She stopped kneading her breasts and started glancing around cautiously. Nursing a suspicion, Han Jin-seong pretended to place his hand on her lower abdomen again, mimicking the Erotic Tattoo Contract activation.
And then.
Crackle-!
This time, a flash from above drew his eyes upward. On closer inspection, there was a water-stained patch on the ceiling like a leak, right next to a lamp. Water had seeped in, causing a short circuit and sparks.
It felt like a blatant, naked threat: Keep this shit up, and I'll really send you to hell.
'Aha.'
Understanding dawned on Han Jin-seong, and he climbed off her body.
"Ah...?"
Dazed by the sudden absence of his weight, she blinked up at him. He smirked and said,
"Saintess, it really seems like the Lord loves you a lot."
"Uh...eh?"
Caught off-guard by the sudden praise, Seriel made a confused noise.
He got it now.
'Hypnosis and titfucking are fine, but no Erotic Tattoo Contract? What kinda bullshit rule is that?'
He couldn't wrap his head around the criteria. Why allow hypnosis and paizuri but block the tattoo? Sure, if he really wanted to, he could force it through the interference...
'A god, huh...'
He'd heard this game had real gods, but he hadn't expected direct meddling like this. He pondered for a moment. If he ignored it and pushed on, what would happen? With his VVVIP-insane specs, could a god even kill him? Or maybe the petty interventions meant their influence had limits. Or perhaps it was just a warning: Stop, or else? Wanna push it? Die then? Your call?
'But I'm not backing down.'
Han Jin-seong had zero intention of giving up a talented woman like the saintess.
'And if you're gonna interfere, shouldn't you have done it when I fucked this guy up?'
Before coming to the cathedral, he'd had a "private chat" with the original Iden Priest, ensuring he'd never see sunlight again. The god's whimsy felt downright bizarre.
'Is the saintess that special?'
Her personality and actions weren't entirely incomprehensible as something a god might adore. From Iden Priest's memories, the church higher-ups were rotten to the core. They abused power for personal glory and greed over the Lord's will, gouging insane fees under the guise of healing, and even...
'The saintess seems oblivious, though.'
The convent, ostensibly for training novice nuns, was actually exploiting them sexually. Iden Priest's mind clearly held those memories: him and other male priests visiting, subjecting the fresh-faced young novices—far more innocent than they—to lewd acts, casually ordering depraved behavior.
'The weird part was all the nuns looking a bit off...'
Han Jin-seong guessed they'd used some magical means to brainwash them. In a church crawling with scum like that, the emergence of someone like the saintess was miraculous in itself...
The saintess was just the type a god couldn't resist. She tirelessly toured disaster zones for relief efforts as a baseline. She prayed four times a day—morning, noon, evening, and bedtime—like a devout fanatic. And on top of that? Gorgeous face, violently huge tits, and brimming with slutty bitch energy? Even a god would simp hard.
'...But still, this blatant? A god...?'
The novel thrill hooked him with irresistible curiosity.
'This is getting fun.'
Grinning like he'd uncovered a gem, Han Jin-seong looked down at the saintess still sprawled on the sofa.
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"Well then, Saintess. See you tomorrow."
"Yesss... Priest Iden..."
"Don't wash off the stuff you rubbed on your body. Sleep while savoring the scent, then clean up in the morning."
Han Jin-seong gave her the instructions and headed back to his hideout. With Iden Priest gone for good, he'd transform into him first thing tomorrow to meet the saintess. Otherwise, they'd raise hell searching for the missing guy, and her group might head back early.
Back at the hideout, the first thing he encountered was...
"S-Sis... it's embarrassing..."
"No way! It suits you perfectly. Trust your big sis, little one."
"Ughhh...!"
"...?"
Yoo Jua and Rienna, looking way chummier than expected. Rienna had somehow scrounged up some slutty lingerie pajamas and dressed Yoo Jua in them, beaming with satisfaction.
And moreover.
'What? Sis? Little sis?'
Why the hell was Rienna—who'd devour any human on sight—calling Yoo Jua "little sis" with such a fond smile? He'd told them to get along, but... this was too drastic, wasn't it...?
"What the hell are you two doing? And what's with that outfit."
"Ah, Master! You're back. This pajamas?"
Rienna lit up like he'd asked the perfect question, circled behind Yoo Jua with a bright grin, hugged her, and boasted,
"Isn't it cute? You left me with just that one trashy outfit, so little sis Jua and I went out and bought some clothes."
...Bought clothes? With what money...?
"Money?"
"Just took it."
...That's not buying, that's stealing? He glanced at Yoo Jua, who frantically shook her head, making an innocent, anxious face like she had nothing to do with it.
"You two got real close, huh?"
"Hehe, yeah. We decided to become sworn sisters."
Rienna hugged Yoo Jua tight from behind, nuzzling her cheek lovingly.
"Eek?!"
"The ones at fault were those human bastard males. Little sis Jua did nothing wrong. And above all... isn't she just the cutest?!"
"Ahaha...?"
He didn't know the details, but hey, they were getting along, so good enough...? Han Jin-seong nodded with a slightly awkward expression.
"Ahem, anyway. Mission accomplished without a hitch, Rienna."
"...Ah."
Rienna's eyes widened as if just remembering, letting out an "Ah!" He recalled their promise and said,
"So, as agreed, shall we do it now?"
"...No, it's fine, Master."
"What?"
Rienna—who'd previously wailed and begged never to do it again—calmly shook her head.
"Now I know you truly value me, so I'll wait until then. Until the day you... do it for me first, from now on."
Finishing her words, she shyly hid her face behind Yoo Jua's back.
"A-And little sis Jua... you were forcibly dragged here and raped by your master anyway! So I can't hate her for that. Yeah."
Her cute, endearing fumbling to hide her embarrassment—admirably precious and adorable—stirred something in Han Jin-seong for the first time in a while: raw lust devouring his reason.
"Come here—!"
"Wha?! Kyaa...?!"