Spread Your Pussy. So the Customers Can See Clearly.
I climbed the stone stairs. The higher I went, the louder the string music swelled. A sweet, lascivious scent grew stronger in my nose with every breath, stirring a strange excitement the more I inhaled.
Whorehouse. The hell Irene had created for me. This was the signal that I was nearing its entrance.
"Go in."
The door at the top of the stairs creaked open.
"Hah!"
My vision flashed white all at once. I squeezed my eyes shut.
A torrent of magical lights poured down from above me.
"Ah... ugh......"
I opened my eyes, adjusting to the lights. The place was like a small theater.
A round stage. Audience seats encircling it. Seated there were men in luxurious suits.
They're no ordinary commoners.... At least... nobles?
The upper halves of their faces were hidden behind masks of every color. This bizarre sight—nobles in masks. That meant they were probably nobles of the Theocracy.
People who didn't want to show their faces to me.
Still... a hall like this? It was utterly bewildering. Whores usually sold their bodies to one man at a time in a room. But... if multiple men were gathered in a space like this...... No way...... It wasn't just selling to one at a time? No way... right in front of everyone watching...??
"Hoo?"
"I thought she was totally ruined last time, but she's pristine now?"
"Looks like the competition's going to be fierce."
Their murmurs reached my ears. Competition? Then... an auction?
Thank God. Thank goodness. An auction. I'd only have to do it with one.
...Was I really supposed to think of that as lucky? Damn it......
"Kuh... those tits look so ripe."
"If I win the bid, first thing I'm ripping off that bell. Hate the sight of it."
Eyes glinting from behind the masks licked over my exposed breasts and between my legs with greedy hunger. I could almost hear them swallowing hard all the way up on the stage. I was a stripped slab of meat, butchered by their gazes.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Wait, no ladies here! My mistake!"
"Hahaha!"
The emcee tossed out a lame joke, and they all laughed. It was bitterly sour that my misfortune was their entertainment.
"Gentlemen! You've waited so long! The Theocracy's first whorehouse proudly presents its special main attraction!"
The emcee's exaggerated voice boomed through the hall, met with thunderous applause.
"Once the exalted Saintess who reigned over all the masses of Terranos Theocracy! Now a sexy meat toilet to satisfy you gentlemen's desires! Introducing Elise!"
Cheers erupted. Amid the applause, someone whistled.
Terror seized me, and my body trembled uncontrollably.
Ting-a-ling. Ting-a-ling. Every shake sent the bells on my breasts ringing merrily through the mic, echoing across the entire hall.
"Shake it more!"
"The Saintess's holy bells! Perfect!"
The men grew even more frenzied at the sound. After letting their excitement build for a moment, the emcee spoke again.
"Gentlemen who wish to be the first to unwrap this meat toilet, please raise your paddles and call your bids!" Thank God. An auction.
I hated selling my body. But group sex with these bastards? Hard pass.
The masked men eagerly thrust up their numbered paddles.
"A hundred gold!"
"Two hundred for me!"
"Four hundred!!"
The bids skyrocketed like mad. Was it because of my title as the fallen Saintess of the ruined Theocracy? The men were pouring out money to vent their lust on my body. One of those hidden behind the masks would mount me tonight. He'd ravage my body, stuff his thing in my mouth, fill my belly with his filthy seed.
That future flashed in my mind, despair seeping into my very bones.
"Aaah......"
My legs gave out. Thud. I collapsed right there.
Despair soaked into my bones. My legs buckled.
Thud.
"Get up!"
A sudden jolt yanked at my neck, hauling me to my feet.
"Kek!"
"So arrogant in front of the customers!!"
I couldn't even sit properly... I was just a doll. No, a meat toilet.
"Enough!"
Irene's voice suddenly rang out.
"Your Majesty the Empress!"
"How has Her Majesty the Empress come to a place like this?!"
All the customers leaped from their seats, dropping to their knees.
"Sit. Tonight, you're guests of this whorehouse. I'm the owner here—I must host you."
"Ah... no, Your Majesty. How could we let you......"
"Sit."
Her icy tone froze the man's response.
"Ah... yes, Your Majesty!!"
Crash. The men scrambled back to their seats.
"Very good. Now pay attention, you obedient nobles of our Theocracy. This isn't just a place to make money."
"Th-then... what is it?"
"It's to give you Theocracy men pleasures you've never known."
Right. The Theocracy worshiped God. A profane whorehouse like this couldn't exist. So their sexual desires must have been stifled.
A clever strategy: provide them unforgettable ecstasy at bargain prices, so they'd never even think of the Theocracy. Just like the 3S policy during our country's dictatorship era, distracting the masses.
Irene. What a viciously brilliant woman.
Irene smiled with her eyes as she ascended the stage. Our gazes met. Between her crescent-moon eyes, her pupils glared at me like they wanted to devour me alive. Damn it... now that she's here... it won't end normally...
"Now! You all think you know everything about this Saintess Elise, right?"
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
"Wrong! You know nothing about Elise."
The men looked flustered. Irene approached me with a laugh.
"Take a good look at this!"
Rip! Irene yanked down the crotch of my leotard and sliced it away with a knife. Plop! The scrap of fabric barely covering my pussy vanished completely.
My pussy was exposed to them in an instant.
"Kyaa!"
I dropped down right there. I didn't want them seeing my pussy.
"How dare you act arrogant in front of the customers!!"
Yank! My hair was seized roughly and pulled up.
"Kyaa!!"
The excruciating pain forced me back to my feet.
"Ooh."
"So this is the Saintess's...?"
"Exactly! This is the Saintess's premium pussy! Perfect shape, isn't it? You'd be fools to think you knew the Saintess without even seeing this!"
My pussy was on full display for them. I bowed my head.
Hawks eyeing succulent prey. I didn't trust myself not to faint at those eyes.
"Now, Elise dear. Spread your legs."
Grind. I clenched my teeth. Defying Irene's order would bring worse retribution. I'd end up spreading them anyway.
"...Yes."
I obediently spread my legs.
"O... oooh......"
"They say she mated with His Majesty's words... but it's surprisingly intact."
"Ooh, beautiful... nothing like my wife's."
"So this is the Saintess's sex organ... magnificent."
Irene patted my head.
"Now, Elise dear. We need to show the inside too, right? Spread your pussy."
"...Pardon?"
I asked again, not grasping it at first.
"I'll loosen the cuffs so you can spread it nicely."
Irene fetched the key for my handcuffs and freed my hands.
"Now, spread it."
Irene. Cruel woman. Truly cruel.
A woman bent on utterly destroying everything about me. Doing her utmost to shatter my mind.
How deep must her hatred for Elise run to go this far?
"...Yes."
I slowly brought both hands to my outer labia. Then I pulled them wide apart.
"O... oooh!!"
"Pink...!"
"A true virgin Saintess......"
Exclamations burst from the men. My face burned crimson as I met their gazes.
Filthy bastards. They were surely people I knew.
Nobles who led the Theocracy. They were the first to kneel to the Empire. Not one resisted. They bowed to the enemy empress Irene as if it were natural.
The Theocracy's pathetic collapse surely had their share of blame. But I couldn't hold them accountable. The greatest fault for the Theocracy's fall lay with me.
"What do you think, gentlemen? Good quality, right?"
"Yes!"
"Thanks to Her Majesty's grace, we get this fine show! Heh heh heh!"
Irene bowed her head. An action unbefitting her status.
A bulldog of a woman who'd do anything for her goals.
"Now! Shall we check if this meat toilet works properly?"
"Yes!! Your Majesty!"
"Then, let me introduce a kind gentleman to demonstrate how to use this meat toilet. Come on up!"
The back door creaked open.
"Allow me to introduce him! Once king of the Theocracy, now Elder of the Empire in recognition of his cooperation—Sir Britson!"
"What?!"
I whipped around. There stood the king who always bowed to me. Britson.
His face. His expression. Brimming with rage toward me.