The Reason the Saintess Must Become a Flesh Toilet
I already knew the reason why the Saintess had to become a flesh toilet. I was prepared for it.
But resolve and reality are different. Reality had dug in deeper than the worst I could have imagined.
A small theater. There, dressed in a Saintess robe remade into prostitute garb, I was being gang-raped with eyes by the men.
The ecstatic gazes of the masked men. Stripped bare, I was being vivisected by their stares.
"Huhu."
And Irene, smiling as she watched me drown in despair. She was the devil incarnate.
Elise. How much evil did the original owner do before I possessed this body to earn such hatred?
"The man who will teach you how to use this holy flesh toilet! The king of the Theocracy and elder of the Empire! Introducing Britson."
Irene's revenge had reached its zenith. She had summoned Britson, the king of the Theocracy who had always bowed his head to me.
"Ah... ah......"
And there stood the former king of the Theocracy. Britson. He walked toward me. The middle-aged man who had always bent at the waist and smiled obsequiously whenever he met me in the Theocracy. But there was no awe in his eyes now. They burned only with rage toward me.
"You insolent bitch. You've thoroughly deceived me... no, the people of our Theocracy until now?" His voice boomed through the entire hall.
"Ah... no... I just......"
I shook my head while sprawled on the floor.
"Shut your mouth!" Britson's foot slammed into my abdomen.
"Kuhk!" My breath caught, my body curling into a ball. Coughs burst from my throat. He looked down at me like trash.
"Do you even know what you did to me?"
"Please... spare me... I didn't do anything... kuh......"
"Crazy bitch. Now trying to dodge responsibility with your bullshit."
"Skeban the Emperor is my son."
"...What?"
My whole body went rigid. Son...? Yeah, I knew Skeban was Theocracy royalty, but that he and the current king were father and son... that was news to me.
"I... I didn't know!!"
"Don't play dumb!"
Slap!
"Kyaaak!"
My cheek burned like fire. White light flashed in my eyes and faded. In the cleared vision, the enraged king glared down at me.
"For your own safety!! Using a nonexistent oracle from the Sun God as an excuse!! You branded my son a heretic!!"
"Ah... no!! I never did that......"
Even I trailed off. Yeah. That was before I possessed her. I had no idea, but this king did.
"You can't imagine how I felt when you ordered my son's death!!" It hit me like a blow to the head.
"The one who never wanted to be king!! You made me king with your false oracle!"
Grip. My neck was strangled.
"Ke... k... l-let... go......"
"You turned a powerless man into your puppet to control the Theocracy!!"
His grip tightened. I couldn't breathe.
"Every morning, I had to bow my head in misery for your fake oracles. Do you know how horrific those humiliating moments were?!"
Rage. His rage was justified. But it felt so unfair. Because it wasn't me.
"Kuh... ha......"
The strength in the king's rage-filled fist was beyond imagination. My whole body trembled uncontrollably.
"Stop!"
"Kehek!!"
Thud.
At Irene's command, my body collapsed fully to the floor.
"Elder. I said teach her how to use the new flesh toilet, not break it."
"...My apologies, Your Imperial Majesty."
Britson apologized to Irene. Then he approached me again, sprawled on the floor.
"On your feet!"
"Hahk!!"
My hair was grabbed, yanking me upright. Golden strands fluttered before my eyes.
"I decided to utterly discard you when the Imperial army reached our borders." My face was pulled close to Britson's.
"Remember the oracle you gave when I asked what to do?"
......Yeah. I remember. Right after possession. When he asked for countermeasures, I panicked and just mumbled something vague. To stay put.
That was the wrong call......
Was this because of my actual mistake? Regret flooded me now.
"Sorry... I'm sorry......"
"Think 'sorry' fixes everything!?"
Slap! My cheek burned hot again. But it didn't feel unfair this time. It was my fault.
"What did you say? The Empire's threat was just Satan's prank? Just pray to the Sun God and it would all resolve?" The words I'd spat out. My careless reply. I shouldn't have said that......
Tears began to flow. Not from unfairness, but from genuine remorse.
"I was wrong. I ruined everything. Please forgive me."
"If you'd truly received the Sun God's oracle, you'd have known!! The end of our Theocracy!" Britson hurled me to the floor.
"There's no Sun God. I was certain you were just an incompetent fraud! You blabbered your 'oracles' to me knowing nothing!"
"Sorry... I'm sorry."
"My son... His Majesty forgave me... that's how our Theocracy survived. We had no choice but to shed minimal blood."
"Huhk... huhuhk......"
All that came out were sobs. Because the king—Britson—was telling the truth.
"Elise!! If not for you!! The Theocracy could have avoided destruction!! You devilish bitch!!"
Clap. Clap clap.
Irene began to clap.
Clap clap clap clap clap!
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. Britson, the wise monarch who saved his people. And I had become the root of all ruin. But it didn't feel unfair. It was the truth.
I couldn't refute it. Britson was right. My selfish oracle... that lie had completely severed the nation's lifeline.
"Ah... aaah......"
Crushing regret washed over me. When is the hardest moment for a person? When you realize your own wrongdoing. And the more trivial the origin of that wrong, the greater the despair multiplies.
With my lazy response, I'd completed this hell.
"Hah... hah... huhuhk......"
I bit my lip and sobbed. But my repentance didn't last long.
"What touching patriotism, Sir Britson."
Irene's chilling voice cut in from the edge of the platform.
"Your Imperial Majesty. My apologies. Seeing the Saintess, my anger just boiled over and..."
"Sir Britson. Thanks to you, our Imperial army shed far less blood. I offer my gratitude for your decisive choice."
At Irene's thanks, Britson smiled obsequiously.
"I am honored by your praise, Your Majesty."
"Now, enough of the past. The audience seems bored."
She smiled coldly at me.
"The flesh toilet you wanted. Time to demonstrate its use."
"As you command."
At Irene's words, Britson's eyes changed. His rage twisted into vulgar lust, the desire to defile me.
"Heh... yes. I've waited for this day."
The old king who had just been playacting grief over his lost kingdom was gone. In his place was the repulsive greed of a beast in heat.
"Do you know what I thought every time you treated me like a worm?"
Britson approached me, prostrated on the floor. His ragged breath hit the back of my head.
"You always looked at me with eyes of contempt! I vowed revenge someday!"
In that instant, Britson grabbed the clothes I was wearing.
"Wiggling your ass in front of me... begging me to look......"
Slap!! A massive shock hit my cheek.
"Kyaaak!!"
"Me, who never even dared irreverent thoughts toward the Sun God's messenger!! And you dared insult me!!?!"
Slap!!
"I-I'm sorry!! F-for... kyaaak!!"
My cheeks were slapped repeatedly. The wounds Irene had healed throbbed again.
"Now I'll defile you. Just as you wanted."
His hands began groping my body. Hands with clear intent to violate. Goosebumps rose.
Rip! Britson tore away the last scrap of fabric covering my body.
"Kyaaaak!"
I reflexively tried to cover below with both hands, but my cuffed arms wouldn't move. Perfect nudity. On the platform, under the pouring lights, everything about me was obscenely displayed to the hundreds in the hall.
"Hoh!"
"Beautiful."
"This is the holy flesh toilet."
The men's cheers shook the hall. Like the roars of beasts. Britson grinned in satisfaction, intoxicated by the adulation.
"Behold! This lewd body that drove me mad!"
He slapped the underside of my breasts upward. Thud! Jingle! Jingle!
"Ahk!"
With the impact, the golden bells pierced through my nipples jangled. Jingle! Jingle!
The bell sounds rang out loudly through the hall.
"Hahaha! Hear that? Our Saintess's holy bells! They ring so purely with every slap!"
Explosive laughter from the audience. Shame whitened my vision.
"On your feet!"
He roughly yanked my arm, forcing me to stand. My legs buckled, but he spun me around by force, facing the audience. My ass perfectly exposed.
"Everyone, look here!"
He shouted.
"The very ass that got me hard every night! I'll check just how magnificent it is first!"
Britson raised his hand high. Then brought it down with all his might on my bare ass.
Smack! The sharp sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the hall.
"Kyaaaak!"
Burning pain like my ass skin was tearing assaulted my senses.
"So plump!"
