Sacred Chimes Resounding from the Breasts
The sacred chime rang out from my breasts.
"Snap out of it, Saintess. The ring on the right hasn't been put in yet."
What?? Even just the piercing on my left nipple had been dizzying... and now the right one too?
"N-no... no!!"
I twisted my entire body, trying to wrench myself free from the knight's grip. I knew resistance was futile, but what could I do? Better to try than not—even if the odds were 0.0001%.
"It will go in."
The knight commander's reply reminded me of a single panel from some webtoon. But I couldn't laugh. My struggles were effortlessly subdued by the commander's hand.
Squeeze.
My right breast was roughly seized again by the bastard.
"H-haaah!! It hurts!! It huuuurts!!"
The now-familiar feminine voice assaulted my ears.
"Hold still. Unless you want your nipple torn off."
"N-no... please... please stop...! I was wrong... I was all wrong...!"
I shook my head frantically, begging. Pride? Dignity? Gone. The pain from when my left nipple was pierced still burned vividly in my memory.
Knowing that horrific agony made the approaching rusted awl terrifying beyond words.
Stab!
The awl in his hand pierced my right nipple without a moment's warning.
"Kkyaaaaaaaah!!!"
A shrill scream tore from my throat.
Sharper and clearer than the left side.
Pain like a rusted nail scraping through my brain.
"H-huuuh... haaaah!!"
My whole body convulsed, muscles twisting in spasms. It was like the time in my past life when the truck crushed my bones—pain that shredded flesh, transcending the body to lacerate the soul itself.
"What is the Sun God doing?! Your child is suffering like this!!"
The emperor's shout echoed across the square.
"Hurry and smite me with divine punishment, Sun God!"
It was a declaration. Your god doesn't exist.
It also heralded the end of the utopia I had so desperately wanted.
"U-uuuh......"
My vision went white. Saliva and snot poured uncontrollably.
"There. Done."
Cold metal slid into the pierced hole. The second wedding ring was now fitted to my nipple.
The knight commander fitted the metal ornament to my right nipple with skilled, cruel precision.
Is... is it over?
"To commemorate today, I'll give you a special gift, Saintess."
Thud. Thud. The emperor, Skeban, approached me.
"D-don't... don't come closer! Stay away!!"
A voice of pure terror spilled from my lips. Not reason. Instinct. My primal instincts were forcing my mouth to move.
"This won't hurt, so don't worry."
With my hair gripped by the knight commander, I couldn't see what the emperor was doing.
Ting-a-ling.
"H-hyaah!!"
A clear chime rang out as my left nipple was lightly flicked.
"Such a pure sound. It suits you perfectly, Saintess."
Ting-a-ling.
"H-hngh!"
The right one too. At the same moment, my hair was released, and I collapsed to the ground.
Ting-a-ling. Ting-a-ling.
I looked down at my chest. Tiny silver bells dangled from each piercing... each wedding ring.
Piercings weren't enough—they added bells.
"The sacred chime befitting the Saintess! Perfect!"
Every time I shuddered uncontrollably from the pain, the bells produced an eerily cheerful tinkling.
Humiliation. The emperor knew exactly how to degrade a person.
"Excellent. Now you truly look like Knulu's mate."
As the emperor began clapping, the imperial soldiers followed suit.
The worst. The absolute worst. Fuck... fuck!!
"H-haa... haaaah......."
Ting-a-ling. Ting-a-ling.
Every breath... every heave of my chest made the bells on my nipples ring.
Ting-a-ling. Ting-a-ling.
The sound was mockery itself.
"Get up."
"Kyaaak!!"
I wanted to bite my tongue in horrific shame and despair, but the knight commander yanked my hair roughly, forcing me to my feet.
"Now for the ceremony's highlight."
"P-please... stop... please, just stop......"
"Time for the wedding march."
A wedding march... with the horse? They're insane. Completely deranged. A wedding march in this state?
Yeah. Refuse, and worse pain awaits.
Fine. I'll do it... I don't want to die... or hurt anymore.
I staggered to my feet on my bloodied legs.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
"H-haaagh!!"
But soldiers immediately pinned my shoulders, slamming me back to the cold stone.
"A beast's bride must match her groom's eye level and pace."
At the knight commander's cruel gesture, soldiers rushed in, binding my neck, wrists... and ankles with thin leather straps.
"Crawl! With your magnificent husband, Knulu!"
Hell continued.
I crawled.
I, the former Saintess... crawling on all fours beside the massive black stallion.
"Hiiing!"
Knulu, leashed to the lead line, snorted roughly as he walked. The collar around my neck connected to him. If I couldn't keep his pace, I'd be dragged—so I crawled desperately.
The capital's roads weren't the smooth asphalt from my past life. Paved with rough, uneven granite stones. Every crawl forward dug sharp edges into my soft knee flesh mercilessly.
"H-huuuugh!"
My palms were already flayed, oozing red blood. The hem of my pristine white dress had long been soaked in mud and my blood.
Ting-a-ling. Ting-a-ling.
With every forward crawl, the bells on my nipples rang madly.
"Hear that? The Saintess's procession chime!"
"Show some respect, heh!! Hahaha!!"
Every time the shameful sound echoed through the square, the trailing imperial soldiers guffawed, clutching their bellies.
"Hey! Our Saintess is shaking those bells like crazy!"
"Trying to catch her husband's eye, I bet."
"Man, Knulu's in for a treat!! Kuhuhuhu!"
The vulgar jeers battered my ears, but what truly drove me mad wasn't the soldiers' taunts.
It was the eyes of my people, packed densely along the roadside, watching me.
Just moments ago, when I first stood in the square, they had wailed in grief. Even in the face of imperial spears and swords, they had raised their voices to protect me.
But as time dragged on, as my bloodied, worm-like crawl beneath the beast continued, doubt began creeping into their gazes.
"What is the god doing? Why no divine punishment when the Saintess is treated worse than a beast?!"
"Is it... really not there?"
"Hey!! Of course not!!"
"But it's been so long. The time for the god's descent has passed."
"That... ugh......."
Murmurs thick with disbelief stabbed my heart. Terrifying.
Far more frightening than the flesh tearing from my body was watching my people's blind faith shatter in real time.
To them, god was their sole pillar, their everything. If that faith crumbled? If it turned out there was no god and I had lied?
...I'd be stoned to death by them.
I looked to the sky. Prayed silently to the god. Please... god... save this lamb!
But a god that hadn't existed until now wouldn't appear. No lightning of retribution, not even a single raindrop.
No miracle came.
"There's no god... The Saintess is a fraud who deceived us...."
Someone spat the words, choking my breath.
"You lying bitch!!"
"You tricked us!!"
In the end, the condemnations against me began.
Ting-a-ling. Ting-a-ling.
With the pious chime from the bells on my nipples, the sacred faith of the Terranos Theocracy—upheld for centuries—declared its end through me.
**
By the time we circled the capital and returned to the underground dungeon, my consciousness had half fled.
"In you go!"
"Kkhk!"
The soldiers tossed me into the cell like filthy waste.
Clang!
The heavy iron door shut, the lock clicking. Relief washed over me. Finally, this pain was over. Blood and pus oozed endlessly from my knees and palms. My pierced breasts burned with feverish heat.
Ting-a-ling. Ting-a-ling.
Every ragged breath reminded me of my wretched reality.
Yet amid it all, the emotion flickering in my mind was relief.
I... didn't get bestialized.
Yeah. Thank god it didn't go all the way to actual sex with that massive black stallion.
The emperor... that madman still had his pride and the eyes of the crowd. Maybe he'd just leave me to rot or starve in here.
That was infinitely better.
Better to starve here than take that beast's monstrous cock inside me. That was the last shred of human dignity left.
I had to find some way out of here somehow...
Was it the extreme stress and pain? I blacked out right there.
**
How long had I slept? Or was it unconsciousness? The iron door creaking open jolted me awake.
"Get up!!"
Imperial soldiers with stern faces yanked my hair.
"A-ah!! Aaaaah!!"
My mangled wounds scraped the floor, unleashing a wretched scream.
"Dress her!"
"Y-yes... yes!"
Maids rushed over with a Saintess robe embroidered with ornate golden crosses.
Why? Why dress me in this again?
They dragged me back to the square. But it was different from before.
The wedding setup was dismantled, replaced by grotesque, violent wooden contraptions before a massive cross. Thick leather straps, cold metal rings, and... a structure forcing a woman's waist down, ass thrust high.
Obviously a hardcore restraint for forced bestiality.
And in the shadows behind it stood the black stallion, Knulu.
"Hiiing!"
"How's the stage for your first night with your groom?"
Skeban emerged leisurely from the darkness beneath the cross.
He toyed with the hem of my Saintess robe, smirking.
"Time to offer your virginity before the god you love and rely on so much, Elise!"