I Have Become a God
I tossed the plastic bag containing energy drinks and cigarettes onto the bed and stepped into the motel room. The urge to fling myself onto the mattress right after those bags and pass out was intense, but every college student in the country knows you don’t get that kind of luxury during exam season.
“Khup… ugh…” I collapsed onto the floor and let out a laugh that skirted the edge of insanity. It was brutal. I couldn’t remember the last time studying alone had drained me this badly—not since cramming for the CSAT. You know those characters in movies and dramas? The perfect guys who party constantly yet still rank first in school. I wasn’t quite at that level, but I used to hold my own in the upper ranks. During exam periods I’d rein in the fun, finish what needed to be done first. It was just my personality—I liked knocking out the hard stuff early so I could relax later.
Sure, studying had always been tough, but I’d never felt like I was dying from it or that it was impossible. Even with my brute-force method of cracking a book and memorizing everything cold, I’d never dropped below a C. But this finals week was different. I’d pulled all-nighters for a whole week, yet when I closed the book I couldn’t remember a single thing I’d read. Focus. I just couldn’t focus on studying at all. The moment I sat down with a textbook open, random thoughts flooded my vision. Haemi-noona, tits, ass, Yunsol, that soft sensation… Ah, fuck. Exactly like this.
The side effects of a sex drive so overwhelming it made puberty look cute. Ever since I’d picked up the mask, my libido had gone into overdrive and concentration had become impossible. Before exam season I’d been constantly draining myself into Noona or Yunsol, so I’d forgotten. Forgotten that ejaculation was now a necessity for me. That I could only cum with a Saintess.
But both Haemi-noona and Yunsol were busy studying for their own exams, so I couldn’t ask them to handle my sexual needs. Yunsol was already behind because of debate practice, and Haemi-noona… well, it was just too dangerous. Even so, whenever we met at school they would quickly drain me in Succubus Form. The relief lasted only for that moment, that single day. The next morning my balls would be full again and I could only sigh.
That was why I’d asked the only free Saintess—Haemi-noona’s mother—to take care of my sexual relief. Instead of the library or home, I turned her family’s motel into my study room, a place where I could fuck the instant I got horny. For the first two days it worked fine. She seemed genuinely happy that she could monopolize me.
But the problem started the next day. Something came up at her parents’ house and she had to go down to the countryside. With Haemi-noona, Yunsol, and even her mother all busy, I was left without a single Saintess. My body, now addicted to the stimulation only Saintesses could provide, couldn’t handle things on its own anymore.
So I couldn’t even touch my books. I spaced out, cleaning my desk and room instead, eventually killing time by testing every function of the Chamber of Desire one by one. When I reached my limit I would summon Haemi-noona or Yunsol to handle my needs. Or, like today, while spinning a pen in a daze I ended up summoning Noa and Isabelle and enjoying their bodies.
“Haa… I really need to stop summoning those two…”
Noa and Isabelle were my scouts and spies, meant to keep me safe. I’d used them to spread misinformation with fake masks, so I had to refrain from calling them until the organization’s suspicion died down. Yesterday I’d held out for three days and my judgment had clouded. Once or twice probably wouldn’t get us caught, but the future mattered more.
“Two weeks. Just endure for two weeks, Choi Woo-joo…!”
I slapped my cheeks, numb from exhaustion, then crawled over, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. The moment I exhaled smoke along with my distracting thoughts and sexual urges—
'...Luna? Master? If you can hear my voice, please answer.'
“...Isabelle? What the hell, is that you?”
Like the mask’s voice, a woman’s clear tone rang inside my skull.
'Ah, so it works after all. It seems I can contact you from my side as well, Master.'
“...Uh, yeah. It looks like I just have to be inside ‘Room 402’ for it to work.”
The owner of the voice was Isabelle, all the way in distant England. Her tone was cool and analytical, as if she were dissecting the telepathic function of the Chamber of Desire. Still, she didn’t seem like the type to contact me just to play around with a new toy… Worried that something had happened in England, or that they’d realized the swapped mask was fake, I asked.
“But why the sudden call? Is everything okay over there?”
'Ah, there’s nothing for you to worry about, Master, so please be at ease. Rather, there’s one experiment I’d like to try… Could you summon me the same way you did this morning?'
“You want me to summon you?”
'Yes. You said only the Master and Saintesses can enter that space of yours, correct? I want to test what happens in “this case.”'
“This case”? What exactly about the Chamber of Desire did she want to test?
“...No one’s around you, right?”
'None. I’ve checked every blind spot.'
Of course it was Isabelle. She would have been meticulously careful. I quietly closed my eyes, pictured her in my mind, and called her with a voice full of compulsion.
“Enter.”
'I answer my Master’s call.'
The dry reply came instantly, followed by a cool breeze inside the closed motel room. A dark pillar appeared in the center of the room. A woman slowly walked out of it, and I greeted her with—
“...Who are you?”
“Ugh, ah… It seems… it worked… Every time I pass through this space I get a little dizzy…”
“No, I asked who you are. I called for Isabelle, but—”
The woman who emerged from the dark pillar was a complete stranger. She wore a black nun’s habit that clung to every curve, had ash-gray hair, and despite frowning from dizziness, her beauty was striking. She was carrying Isabelle on her back. A nun whose delicate appearance contrasted with her tough tone.
“Ah, it’s me. Isabelle. Sorry for not warning you beforehand.”
“...Isabelle? No, the one you’re carrying is Isabelle.”
“Correct. As Master said, this is my body. ‘The physical body of the Saintess Isabelle.’ And the body I’m currently using belongs to a being that is not a Saintess but contains ‘the soul of a Saintess.’ It appears the experiment of separating Luna’s body and soul was a success.”
“...The speech pattern is definitely Isabelle’s.”
I rested my chin on my hand, cigarette still in my mouth. The nun-clad woman gave a small chuckle and collapsed to the floor. Before I could even let out a startled sound, the Isabelle she had been carrying opened her eyes and caught the falling body.
“...Master, I’ve brought you a gift. It’s almost complete—just needs a little help. Would you assist me?”
Isabelle tore the unconscious nun’s clothing open, exposing swaying breasts. It had only been a week since I last saw her, yet an all-too-familiar expression had already settled on Isabelle’s face. Loyalty and love directed at me. The smile of a female who would offer everything precious to her if it was for me. It was exactly the same smile I had once seen on Haemi-noona.
“...Um, can you explain what the hell is going on first?”
“Ahn, hngh?! Ah, M-Master…! Master’s cock… Mmph, slurp, chuhaaa…”
“...Ugh…”
Beyond Isabelle’s shoulder as she clung to me, rolling her hips and howling like a bitch in heat, the nun who had collapsed on the floor began to stir with a faint moan. She still seemed disoriented, glancing around with a faint smile. She had woken up. Maybe everything that happened today had been a dream. Maybe the trials that had descended on her were nothing more than a horrible nightmare born from imagining the worst.
Clinging to that hope, she smiled and tried to stand—only for a dull clank to ring out.
“Ugh?!”
Her wrists were bound behind her back, tied to a fixed table. The small body caught on the rope and flopped back to the floor. She groaned at the impact on her bones, pushed herself up again, and finally faced reality. The obscene female in front of her was Isabelle—her own sister.
“Ah, there it is! Hiiigh! Master! Oh, oohhgoook…”
Sweaty male and female skin, the thick hazy heat filling the room, vulgarly shaking ass, the joined genitals of man and woman visible beneath it. The pure-white, sticky semen leaking from their union. The byproduct of desire spat out for pleasure rather than the sacred purpose of conceiving new life. The female who had taken that seed into her precious womb and trembled with joy now lifted her hips. Thick globs of mucus fell from her spread pussy onto the bed with wet plops.
“Huu, huhu… As I told you earlier, Master… please don’t let it build up like this. Call me anytime…♡ I was born to be used by you, after all.”
“...Yeah, I got it. I’m just really bad at acting… She’s awake.”
I gave a look to Isabelle, who was licking the sweat from my chest while savoring the afterglow of climax. Only then did she turn to look at her sister who had been watching all the depravity from behind. Isabelle smiled. Her sister, Luna, called out in a tiny voice.
“...I-Isabelle…”
“Mm? Ah, Luna…♡”
Isabelle slid downward as if showing off, licking my cock. Her jade-green eyes sparkled as her tongue darted out happily.
“How is it, Luna…? This is the ‘Master’ I believe in and serve…♡ Unlike the god who only lied about always being by your side, my god exists right here.”
“...Isabelle, stop… Seeing you like this… it would make Father sad…”
Luna bowed her head and pleaded to her sister in a trembling voice. But Isabelle didn’t spare her a single glance. She kept licking my shaft as she answered.
“What’s wrong with how I look? Or are you unaware of what you look like right now, Luna? You’ve soaked your panties watching me and Master… wearing such an expectant expression?”
“...Ugh, eh…? I… what the hell am I…”
Only then did Luna realize her own state. Her voice shook with panic. She was naked except for black underwear, stockings, a garter belt, and a veil on her head. Love juices had leaked from her panties and formed a small puddle on the marble floor. Above all, her face was flushed with anticipation and she couldn’t hide the smile dripping with lust. Despite her words, Luna looked exactly like the same vulgar bitch as Isabelle.
Isabelle smiled at her, picked up the knife from the table, and stood.
“Luna, remember the past week. Everything I taught you… To you who has lost everything, this ‘Master’ will become your new family…”
“...My… god…”
Isabelle whispered sweet darkness into Luna’s ear and cut the rope binding her wrists. Following her signal, I rose from my seat and approached Luna, who was now kneeling.
“Hiiik…?! W-wait…! Don’t come near me!! No… I’m scared!! Isabelle, Father! Save me…!!”
“No, you’re not scared, Luna… Look carefully. This person is our new ‘Master’…♡”
“Ugh…?! Ah…”
The terror of realizing that even Isabelle—the last one who had stayed by her side—had become a Saintess. The pitiful lamb trying to flee from the source of that terror: the ‘mask’ and the ‘Master of the mask.’ The moment I thrust my mucus-covered cock in front of the lamb who no longer had any faith left—
“...Huu, ngh… nngheeeet…♡”
Luna’s face went completely slack the instant she smelled it.
“...Luna, the moment has come… The faith and prayers you held every day… Master has come to reward your belief. You don’t have to worry about being betrayed anymore… Keep the purity you protected for a true being and accept Master with your ‘back hole’…♡”
“...Gulp…♡”
To Luna, who had already been betrayed once, Isabelle offered the insurance called ‘purity.’ Because even if I was false, the ‘purity’ she had protected until the end still remained. Isabelle pulled down Luna’s panties as the girl swallowed saliva while staring at my cock. Then Luna naturally grabbed her own ass with both hands, spread it, and looked back at me.
“M-Master… Please… pour your love… into my prayer… into my back hole…♡”
Her voice still carried suspicion, but the expectation and carnal desire in it were just as strong. Her cute, twitching anus glistened with a single drop of clear fluid. Come to think of it, I’d been interested in this side but had never actually tried it… Well, it didn’t matter. I pressed my glans against her twitching anal entrance—the complete opposite of an untouched-looking pussy.
The strange sensation of wrinkles brushing my cockhead made me bite my lip. I pushed my hips forward carefully so as not to hurt her.
“Ah, ah… A, aaah…!!♡”
“Ugh, what the hell is this…”
Her insides swallowed me far too easily. It was so smooth it was hard to believe it was her first time. The entrance gripped me insanely tight, yet the deeper passage was even wider than a pussy and wrapped my cock in warm pleasure. When the sticky mucus leaking from her heated anal walls ran down Luna’s ass, the Saintess clasped her hands together, rolled her eyes back, and raised her voice in ecstasy.
We kept raising our voices from the pleasure we gave each other until Luna, having taken my entire cock into her human body, trembled with her hips.
“...Luna, how does it feel to have Master’s love fully inside you?”
“My… my back hole… is so full… It’s completely different from when I pray…♡ Ahn, so much better than prayer…!”
“...Master.”
At Isabelle’s signal as she looked up at me, I let out a quiet sigh so Luna wouldn’t hear. I had zero talent for acting, and I hadn’t done this kind of cringey performance since middle school…
“...I shall reward your faith.”
I used the deepest, most dignified voice I could manage. Along with the short line, I pulled my cock out of Luna’s ass. The hole clung to me until the very end… My heart wanted to enjoy this first-time experience a little longer, but I decided to savor it after saving this pitiful lamb.
“Nngh…! Haa, haa…!♡”
“How is it, Luna…? Master’s grace…”
“Master…♡ This person, this person is… the true being…!!♡ He didn’t betray me…!♡ He rewarded me for the faith that was shaken for only a week after I was deceived by a heretic…!♡”
“Yes, that’s right… This person is our Master… the god we shall serve… the ‘Master of the Mask.’”
“Aah, Master…♡ Master…!♡ How holy you are…!!♡”
I imprinted my existence on her by rewarding her already-developed asshole with pleasure. When I first heard it from Isabelle I thought it was nonsense, but this was what she meant. She had injected a new faith—me—into an empty being who had lost both a place to go and anything to believe in.
Now that it had come to this, there was only one thing left for her—
I threw the mask in front of Luna.
“...Master, this is…”
“Wear it. Become mine.”
The voice telling her to abandon her humanity with her own hands and become the same as the enemy she had hated was—
“...As Master commands♡”
Tap.
—no longer something she could defy. It was the will of God.