Pussy Wrestling Defeat and the Lie-Detecting Priest
Lumiia looked absolutely stunning in her pussy wrestling outfit. I snapped a few photos with my surveillance eyes. These would rack up some serious views on Credit.com.
"Ugh...! For a great champion like me to wear such a vulgar outfit..."
"Alright, wrestlers, we'll check your pussies before the match. Everyone, assume the pussy spread position."
"What's that again!?"
"Simple. Bend at the waist, spread your ass cheeks wide with both hands, and show your pussy. Don't forget to make sure it's clearly visible."
"Urghhh!"
"You'll chip a tooth like that."
Hyemin thoroughly inspected Lumiia's pussy. Naturally, there were no illicit items inside.
"Match start!"
The match began. With her strength restricted, Lumiia didn't move rashly. She planned to read her opponents' moves and counter.
"Just so you know, in pussy wrestling, you can't harm your opponent except by making them cum. No knocking them out, and definitely no killing."
"Tch! Can't I just poke the groin? That'd be easy as pie!"
Lumiia shot them a sharp glare. In response, Ari and Mina moved in sync. Surprisingly, their teamwork was solid.
"I'll grab from behind!"
"Then I'll take the front!"
"Not a chance!"
Despite their pincer attack, Lumiia slipped between them like flowing water. It was a mystical evasion they couldn't touch. Not just dodging—she hooked Mina's leg with her own, tripping her.
"Whoa!"
As expected of a battle-hardened champion. Lumiia twisted Mina's arm into a joint lock.
"Ow!"
"Don't move. It won't hurt if you stay still. But the more you struggle, the worse it gets."
Subduing Mina took less than a second. But Ari was still in play.
"Hya! Opening...!"
"You thought that was an opening? Too bad."
With a mere shoulder twist, she deflected Ari's attack effortlessly. Her close-quarters mastery was leagues above theirs. Combat-wise, they were no match.
Lumiia artfully tangled Ari and Mina's arms and legs. A slight flex from her would send agony through their joints.
"How's that? Wipe your faces and wait your turn."
Lumiia turned to me with a triumphant grin.
Even in that naked getup with just a loincloth, she wasn't intimidating at all. Her smooth, glistening pussy looked utterly tempting. Screw the wrestling—maybe I should just fuck her right here?
Nah, that'd be too boring. Ravaging Lumiia after she loses and gets shocked would be way more fun.
"Now, just stab here, right?!"
Lumiia poked Ari's pussy with clumsy fingers.
But Ari didn't feel pleasure—just pain.
"Ow! It hurts! That's too painful!"
"Huh? Not like this?"
Getting off on fingers like that would be harder than climaxing in a steel wool onahole. Lumiia had them fully subdued, but making them cum was a whole different level.
Flustered, Lumiia tried different angles and attacks. But after ten minutes, no progress.
"Hmm... If not like this, then how...!"
While Lumiia was distracted, Mina slipped the joint lock and counterattacked, reaching for Lumiia's waist with both hands.
"That sluggish attack won't work... Hya!"
Lumiia tried to evade with graceful motion.
But she slipped on the sticky pussy juices, losing balance. Her body toppled with a thud. A split-second gap from a tiny variable.
"Now! Pussy mount!"
Mina seized the chance, aiming to smother Lumiia's face with her pussy. Lumiia thrashed to stand, but Ari blocked her.
"Scissor mount!"
Ari attacked between Lumiia's legs in scissor position. Their bodies locked like perfectly meshed scissors.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"
Upper body sealed by pussy mount, lower trapped by scissor mount. Lumiia could do nothing.
"Use any more than normal strength, and it's instant disqualification."
I drove the nail in as I said that to the helpless Lumiia.
Lumiia became the loser of the pussy wrestling match. She performed the loser's ritual per the sacred rules.
"Urgh! Uuugh! Uuuuugh!"
The pussy wrestling loser must receive my cock to strengthen her weak pussy. For reference, the winner gets to use my cock as a victory privilege. Both winner and loser happy—no one gets hurt. Paradise achieved.
"Hrrgh...!"
Lumiia had struggled through sex with me last night. Still unused to it, she couldn't handle the waves of pleasure.
I smacked her ass, where semen was dribbling out, and got up.
"Off to work."
Today's target was already set in my mind.
I changed clothes, left the house, and headed to the cathedral on the outskirts of Loss City. Took the bus.
The cathedral was small. Probably couldn't hold a hundred worshippers. I strode right in.
"This isn't worship time."
A nun-like woman at the entrance stopped me.
Young nun. Pretty appetizing face. A minor character from the original story.
"Here to see the priest."
"Ah, I see. For confession?"
"No. Mention it's about SS, and he'll understand."
"SS?"
She tilted her head but went inside to relay the message. After a minute, she returned.
"The priest says to come in."
Good—I'd considered forcing my way if refused.
Well, given the guy's personality from the original, he wouldn't refuse anyway.
Guided into the chapel. The priest sat at the piano. As I entered, his gaze turned to me.
"A rare guest. Last night, the Lord didn't whisper a word to me."
"What do you usually hear?"
"Heh. Nothing."
The priest gave a small smile.
No trace of wariness in his eyes. I approached closer.
"Straight to the point. Quit Summoner Survival."
"......"
He didn't answer immediately. His gaze slowly met mine. Behind those clear eyes, emotions swirled.
"Seven participants left now, right?"
Summoner Survival contestants instinctively know when others drop out. He lifted his head fully, locking eyes, then spoke.
"You took out two."
"Why think that?"
"No clues dropped, yet you come straight to me. Proof you've prepared thoroughly for this survival."
Sharp thinker, as expected. Time to nip it in the bud.
"Correct. Precisely four handled. The other two might as well be."
Aros and Achilles—I could retire them anytime.
"I see."
"No doubt?"
"No. You're telling the truth."
This man before me, Priest Bae Jae-ho, had the ability 'Black and White.' An innate superpower unrelated to Summoner Survival—he could instinctively detect lies.
Wonder if he sees through my acting skill?
Who knows.
"You plan to see this meaningless fight to the end?"
Meaningless fight meant this survival.
"Of course. I'll claim Eve's Apple."
"For immortality?"
Eve's Apple, the prize granting eternal life or peaceful death.
Most contestants aimed for immortality. I nodded.
"Yes."
Priest Bae Jae-ho stared at me long after my answer. Conflict clear on his face. Probably reading my intent with his power.
"......You're the first human like you."
"What nonsense."
"Ah, poor explanation—forgive me. I can grasp others' true intentions. The world calls it a superpower... I see it as the Lord's blessing."
"You're completely nuts. Religious nuts are all like that, but you especially."
"Oh dear? This world holds countless mysteries we don't know. You, a Summoner Survival contestant, denying it? Surprising. Or another lie? Hmm..."
His gaze slithered over me like a snake.
"Tricky. Hard to read your true intent. If the Lord's touch reached a bit more... But not now."
"Shall I send you to Him directly?"
"That was sincere."
"Oh! So you really have lie-detection."
"No ability needed for that. Just felt massive killing intent from you. Like from a blood-dripping beast. Not ordinary, indeed."
He said that, but showed little tension.