Chapter 54
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Pussy Party
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Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.
The alarm on Sister Maria's smartphone, set on the desk, went off.
One hour.
The sound signaling the end of the promised time.
Sister Maria's body, slung over my shoulder, went limp.
"Heguk... hek... haa..."
Ragged breathing.
Her eyes were unfocused.
Drool dripped from her mouth.
She was completely drained.
I carefully lifted her off.
"Sister? Time's up."
"Uuh... yees..."
She barely had the strength to respond.
I laid her down on the sofa.
Slowly pulled my hips back.
Squelch.
Her inner walls clung reluctantly to my cock before letting go.
Pop.
With a cheerful sound, my cock slipped out.
Pain surged through me at the same time.
"Ow, my back."
I rubbed my lower back.
It ached.
And it had every right to.
I'd been pounding away at that massive Sister with her huge tits for over thirty minutes while carrying her.
Even with my stamina, it was bound to take a toll.
Felt like I'd turned into a human forklift.
Maybe it was a reckless challenge after all.
But no regrets.
Thanks to it, I passed the test.
That's when it happened.
- Cock... cock...
A pitiful whine came from below.
My dick.
It hung its head, looking dejected.
Not angry, just sad.
It had worked so hard, but got no reward.
I hadn't cum.
Enduring for an hour was the test, so it was the natural outcome.
But from its perspective, it was unfair.
I stroked my dick with my hand.
Sorry, buddy.
But it couldn't be helped.
It's all for the greater good.
- Cock...
Just hang in there a bit.
I'll let you play with Seol-ah's pussy when we get home.
She always welcomes you, right?
At the mention of Seol-ah, it perked up.
Twitch.
Maybe comforted, it slowly deflated.
Schlop.
Simple guy.
Takes after his owner—such a good boy.
I fixed my pants and drank the tea left on the table.
'Hmm, it's gone cold.'
Still, the liquid sliding down my throat was sweet.
I hadn't even cum, yet thirst hit me hard.
Sweated too much?
The carry-fuck position is a combo of cardio and strength training—intense stuff.
Needed hydration ASAP.
That's when.
A knock came from outside.
Knock knock.
"Sister Maria, it's prayer time."
A woman's voice.
...
What to do?
The Sister was sprawled on the sofa, out of it.
Should I answer for her?
A chill ran down my spine.
I hadn't done anything wrong, but I felt guilty anyway.
Like seeing a cop car when you haven't run a red light while driving.
This wasn't a no-men zone, but getting caught with a knocked-out nun would be trouble.
As I hesitated.
"Ah... Understood... I'll, I'll get ready right away..."
A voice came from the sofa.
Sister Maria.
She wobbled as she sat up.
Whoa, coming around?
She'd been on the verge of passing out with rolled-back eyes just now.
As expected of a former pro Semen Receiver—mental fortitude on another level.
Pro mindset.
Respect.
In seconds, she slipped back into her habit.
She straightened the disheveled clothes and redonned her veil.
Transformed from sultry bitch to holy nun in a flash.
Though those bursting tits stayed the same.
"Sister? You okay now?"
She nodded at my question.
Face still flushed, but her eyes were clear.
"Yes... thanks to you. With this, I declare you appointed as an inner priest..."
Declare?
What cult uses such grandiose words?
"It's an honor, Sister."
"Whew... you're really something. You're the first to pass the test like this..."
She clicked her tongue in amazement.
Like this?
Implying there were other ways?
Curious, but I didn't ask.
Now was the time to ride the momentum.
"Anyway, seems like prayer time. Want me to help you over?"
Her legs were shaking.
Looked like she couldn't walk alone.
Couldn't just stand by as a gentleman.
"...If you wouldn't mind."
She grabbed my arm.
National treasure-level tits pressed against it.
Squish.
'Bonus reward.'
Supporting Sister Maria, we left the chapel.
The corridor was dim.
Following her lead, we went deeper inside.
A secluded corner.
A small statue stood there.
A miniature of the pussy statue I'd seen in the courtyard earlier.
...
This religion is pussy-obsessed for real.
The Sister pointed to a small gap under the statue.
"Press that."
I did as told.
Stuck my hand in and slid it sideways.
Rumble.
The statue rotated, revealing stairs in the floor.
Leading underground.
A secret passage.
Like something out of a movie.
'...Definitely Pussy Church confirmed.'
No normal cathedral has secret passages like this.
Step. Step.
We descended the stairs together.
Cool underground air.
Damp smell.
And a faint fishy scent wafting through.
At the bottom, a sturdy iron door blocked the way.
No handle.
No keypad.
Just a small slot beside it.
Sister Maria let go of my arm and approached the door.
And then.
Swish.
She slipped her hand under her skirt.
Squelch.
The sound of her fingers grazing her pussy.
She pulled out glistening fingers.
Coated in her juices.
She rubbed them on the reader next to the door.
Beep.
A cheerful electronic chime.
The iron door slid open smoothly.
'......'
Holy shit, the tech.
What the hell just happened.
Fingerprint? Iris scan?
Nope.
Pussy scan.
This world's biotech is beyond imagination.
Wasting it on a cult's secret door.
Such a shame.
But no time to admire.
Beyond the door stretched a massive space that filled my vision.
My jaw dropped.
"Whoa..."
Easily several hundred pyeong—huge.
High ceiling.
How does a space like this even exist underground?
Remodeled bunker?
And the shock: I was on a terrace.
In other words, an even vaster area below me.
Mezzanine structure.
Like an opera house.
I leaned on the railing and looked down.
"Haaang! Haat!!"
"Sister...! Rub harder...!!"
"Aang! There! Right there, yes!!"
Moans crashed up like waves.
At least a hundred women.
On the underground second floor below the terrace.
Dozens of women tangled together, stark naked.
Mad sex.
Orgy.
Pussy party.
Couples scissoring, pairs in 69 sucking each other off, groups on all fours like a train devouring pussies in line.
Very wholesome sights.
And the front wall.
"......"
A massive painting on the wall.
Enormous.
Taking up one side of a two-story wall: a gigantic pussy.
Pink flesh, every wrinkle delicately rendered—ultra-detailed mega-pussy.
Women praying before it.
And behind them, others licking those praying women's pussies.
A woman licking pulls back, mouth full of juices.
She approaches the giant pussy sculpture.
Ptooey—.
She sprays the juices onto it.
A huge tank below collects the dripping nectar.
'These bitches are insane.'
Goosebumps.
Not just hot—straight-up creepy first.
Madness.
Collective insanity.
Not a place to visit with a casual "gonna fuck some girls" mindset.
Now I got why Dick Uncle was so serious.
I'd underestimated the cult.
"Come, Priest. Let's go."
Sister Maria called me.
'Title changed from Brother to Priest.'
Proof I was in.
I followed her down the stairs.
"You're not shocked, Priest."
Maria asked.
Surprised expression.
"Pardon?"
"We have no brothers here, but a few priests. They all collapsed in shock the first time they saw this place. You're different, Priest Yohan."
Collapsed?
From this?
Shocking, sure, but not leg-weakening.
"...I was shocked too. Just my sturdy lower body held me up, as you know."
I patted my thighs.
Lower body proven by carry-fuck.
"Hehe, definitely sturdy."
Maria licked her lips.
Following her, we reached the underground second floor.
Up close, even more insane.
Sweat and pussy juice stench thick in the air.
High humidity.
Sticky atmosphere.
"Hah! Hak!"
Right next to us, one woman buried her face in another's pussy.
Tongue work no joke.
Gonna wear that pussy out?
The rubbing intensity was brutal.
No gaps, tight-pressed, grinding hard.
Friction heat could spark smoke.
A basin below to collect juices, apparently.
But is it okay to bring a newbie like me here?
"Bishop, I've brought the new priest."
Sister Maria bowed to a man.
On the platform.
Right under the giant pussy sculpture.
Sharp suit.
Wearing glasses.
The man the Sister called Bishop turned to us.
Kind smile.
"Welcome. I'm Bishop Antonio."
"Nice to meet you. Priest Yohan."
I bowed.
He stepped down from the platform.
Offered a handshake.
I extended my hand reflexively.
Grip.
He took my hand.
And then.
Rub. Rub.
'...What the fuck?'
Fingers tickling my palm.
Thumb stroking my hand's back.
I'd felt this before.
At Hwick U lecture, that middle-aged prof gripping my hand, kneading it lewdly.
Sexual intent clear in the touch.
But this guy's a dude?
Chills.
Electricity up my spine.
Gay.
Dick Uncle's words flashed in my mind.
Wanted to pull away, but held back.
Rejecting now would raise suspicion.
I smiled naturally and shook his hand.
"Your hand's so... warm."
"Haha, Priest Yohan's hand is big and sturdy too."
He wouldn't let go, kept kneading.
Sticky gaze.
Scanning my body.
Chest, abs, crotch.
Lingered.
Gulp.
I saw him swallow.
...
Fucked.
Thought it was a pussy den, but it's a gay cave.
My ass is in danger.
"My role ends here. Take care from now on, Priest Yohan."
Sister Maria bowed.
Turned and headed straight to the pussy party.
Shoved over a woman fingering herself alone.
Grabbed her legs roughly, yanked her in, and started grinding pussies.
Ooh, dominant.
Scissoring in full nun habit.
Peak blasphemy.
Antonio, watching, tsked.
"...Tch. Beastly bitches."
...What?
Did I hear wrong?
Beastly bitches?
Voice dripping contempt.
Full of disgust.
He turned to me, kind smile back.
"Sorry you saw this disgrace. But you... think the same, right, Priest?"
Seeking agreement.
Hmm.
Dick Uncle's words held the key.
The top guy is gay.
And Sister Maria's line stuck.
'First to pass like this.'
Like this?
I passed by staying hard, fucking intensely for an hour without cumming.
So how do others pass?
Gay.
Test.
Different method.
...
Aha.
Eureka.
You get it too, right, dick?
- Gayt gayt?
Yeah.
The test was 'no cumming for one hour.'
Normal guy couldn't resist a naked big-tit nun for an hour.
But a gay?
Naked woman, tits, pussy—no reaction.
Won't even get hard.
So no cum, obviously.
That's why Maria was shocked.
Full erection maintained, intense sex, no cum?
Miracle to her.
And Antonio's line.
'You think the same, right?'
Confirmation kill.
'You our kind (gay)?' Checking if you see women as beasts, filthy.
'...Fuck.'
Misunderstanding.
Huge one.
I love women.
I worship pussy too.
But denying here...?
Need to play along.
From today, I'm gay.
"Of course. Bitches gonna bitch. Can't mix with our kind."
I smirked contemptuously.
Antonio's face lit up.
Big grin.
"Hahaha! As expected of a test-passer! Truly... welcome again!"
He hugged my shoulders.
Too close.
Heavy cologne.
That nagging familiarity.
Right.
This insane cult's male leaders are all gay.
Test?
No sweat.
No boner for women.
Easy to last an hour or two.
They despise women but leech money and power off them.
Parasites.
Dick Uncle...
This ain't some grand political group like you thought.
Just gays scamming women, right?
Sigh escaped.
But foot's in the door.
Hand in Antonio's grip, pussy mural ahead.
No turning back.
Play along for now.
"Thank you, Bishop. Lead the way ahead."
"Of course. Us 'brothers' gotta stick together. Ah, come to my room later? Got good wine."
...
His room?
Wine?
'Wanna eat ramen?' gay edition?
Danger.
My ass sending danger signals.
Clenched my sphincter.
Defend to the death.
No entry allowed.
"Ah, got business today... Next time for sure."
Politely declined.
Antonio smacked his lips regretfully.
"I see. Shame, but next time. Look around freely. See how hard our 'livestock' work."
Livestock.
Called the followers livestock.
Trash bastard.
Cult or not, treating believers like cattle?
I'm semen-obsessed, but I treat women as partners, companions, lovelies.
This fucker needs re-education.
I swear on my dick.
Not with my dick, though.
Physically, socially—bury him.
I turned to leave the pussy party.
That's when.
Familiar face in the corner.
Huh?
Where do I know her from?
Short bob hair.
Tanned skin.
And killer hip moves.
...Tanning Sunbae?
She was grinding her pussy against another's, hips swirling hard.
Eyes met.
She recognized me.
...
Fucked.
An acquaintance here.
If Tanning Sunbae acts like she knows me, my gay cosplay's busted.
Antonio'll suspect.
Please.
Just...
Let it slide.
She spread her palm wide.
Then tapped it with her other fingers.
Ah.
'Call me later' signal.
I nodded once and headed out of the pussy party.
Phew.
That was close as fuck.