The High Priestess's Bold Request
"Huff...!! Hoo... huff!!"
Two days in this room. I still couldn't go outside. Somehow, meals arrived right on time whenever my stomach started growling, courtesy of Neme, so that was perfectly handled. The only downside? Every meal was packed with high-calorie meat—anyone could see it—which gave me this weird feeling like I was being fattened up for slaughter. It made me a bit uneasy.
So now, every morning and afternoon, I did simple bodyweight exercises right here in the room.
"10... 0! Done!!"
I finished 100 push-ups with solid form, no breaks, and stood up feeling pretty damn satisfied.
"Hm. Not bad form."
"Eek—!!"
The voice right behind me made me yelp involuntarily, and I face-planted forward.
"Didn't mean to startle you. Sorry about that."
"N-no, it's fine."
Correction: I nearly face-planted, but Neme caught me effortlessly with one arm around my waist and helped me up.
"I've noticed a faint sweat smell since yesterday, but I didn't expect you were exercising. Makes sense—a body like yours doesn't just happen. Hm, you're a man, but surprisingly well-built."
Neme poked and prodded my biceps and chest with her palm and fingers, giving her frank assessment without hesitation as I stood there awkwardly.
"You're here a bit early today, though."
"I have something to discuss. I'll bring food later, so go wash up first. You won't feel like listening in that state—it's distracting."
"Thank you for the consideration."
I bowed at a perfect right angle to Neme. No idea why, but my back just bent on its own. And with that generous bosom proportional to her thoughtfulness, the face hidden by her robe had to be stunning. Bowing to a beauty? Totally fine. My reaction was perfectly normal.
Anyway, no way did I want to subject Neme to my sweat stench, so I headed to the shower I'd spotted two days ago while rushing to the bathroom.
"Whew~ Nothing beats sweating it out then showering."
—I agree.
I was toweling off the last drops when a silhouette appeared at the frosted glass door, along with Neme's voice. I looked up.
"Uh... Neme, are you gonna wash up too...?"
—Afraid not. I don't sweat, so I'll pass for now.
I scratched my head sheepishly, hiding my embarrassment at her response.
—Looks like you've been exercising since yesterday. Wearing sweat-soaked clothes isn't hygienic. I'll leave fresh ones—take your time.
"Ah, yes ma'am. Thank you."
Her silhouette vanished. As I vigorously dried off, I pondered. From her robe, speech, and demeanor, it was obvious she held a high position in the temple. So why was someone like her personally tending to a guy like me? I was dying to know.
I changed into the new clothes by the door and stepped out. Neme sat in a plush, cushioned chair, gazing at the morning sun streaming through the window. She turned as I emerged.
"Clothes fit alright?"
"Yes. Very comfortable."
I was curious how she'd gotten ones that fit perfectly, but it felt like the kind of question you just don't ask, so I quietly plopped into the chair opposite her.
"It's important, but don't tense up. Relax those shoulders—you can listen comfortably."
"Ah, got it."
I followed her advice, loosening up and leaning back against the chair.
"Good. The topic is the heretics who kidnapped you. If it's uncomfortable, we can skip it."
"Not at all. Totally fine."
Unpleasant? Hardly. I hadn't really suffered any damage. If I had to pick something, maybe the dizziness and nausea when I woke up post-kidnapping. Otherwise... I got an eyeful of naked beauties and nonstop sex. It was basically premium hidden cam footage—pure bliss.
But Neme, unaware of the details, seemed to think highly of my resilience.
"Hm. A sturdy mind to match that sturdy body."
"Nah, it's not that big a deal..."
Snatching the praise felt wrong—like it'd betray her somehow—so I just scratched my cheek and brushed it off.
"Before we dive in, Smith: What do you know about heretics?"
"Honestly? Nothing. Didn't even know they existed till the kidnapping."
"Good. Better than half-baked knowledge. To grasp why this matters, you need the basics on heretics. Mind if I explain?"
"Yes ma'am. I'll listen closely."
"Excellent attitude. Knowledge like this can save you in a crisis. So, the heretic groups classified as..."
With her clear, calm voice, Neme explained in detail: how many heretic cults there were, their traits, the doctrines of the gods they worshipped, what apostles were. She used simple words, apt analogies—super accessible, like she was teaching a kid. No joke; even a six-year-old would've gotten half of it.
The key takeaway: My kidnappers were the Petmira cult, the largest and most vile heretics with the harshest doctrines. From a guy's perspective, not so bad—but from the other side, yeah, I could see it. I nodded understandingly.
And the core: apostles. Temples have priests; heretics have apostles—dangerous folks blessed by their false gods with inhuman powers. Each has unique blessings. When one dies, the grace passes to a new follower, creating a new apostle. Like goblins: endless unless you wipe out the nest. Cockroaches, in Earth terms.
Neme said she'd captured some, cut off limbs, pulled teeth and tongues to keep them alive—but days later, they'd withered like dry husks. So probably, they need periodic "maintenance" at their base or they desiccate.
Surprisingly, civilians dismissed it as temple hype to scare people. Everyone prays and donates to their gods—ironic to doubt divine grace. But me? Transported from Earth? No skepticism left. Anyone in my shoes would believe.
"Not the best speaker, and first time explaining like this. Hope it wasn't too hard."
"...Really your first time?"
"Yes."
What can't she do? I was impressed.
"No exaggeration—best explanation ever. A six-year-old could've followed it. For real."
"Glad to hear it."
I caught the faintest smile on her visible cherry lips. She didn't mind the praise.
"Now, the main topic. Might be hungry after all that—bear with me a bit."
"No problem at all."
My stomach was full from two days of rich food anyway; plenty of buffer.
"Understand why apostles must be killed on sight?"
"Yes ma'am. No intel from capture—they die fast anyway."
"Well grasped. Exactly. Useless pests. If possible, decapitate first to minimize harm."
Her serious tone suddenly flashed me back to Woman No. 4, wailing as I pounded her ass. Per the logic, her head probably rolled right there. I silently wished that tight ass eternal rest. Damn good ass.
"But among your kidnappers: four apostles."
"Oh shit."
Three mystery beauties' heads gone.
"Normally, I'd have executed them on the spot... but I took them alive."
"Oh...?"
That juicy ass and three faces intact? Here?
"Because I saw potential in you."
"...Me?"
I blinked, caught off-guard mid-listen.
"Yes. Those stubborn bitches—silent under torture, choosing death. But under you, screaming like girls. I saw possibility there."
"..."
I hadn't acted guilty before, but now I mentally facepalmed repeatedly. I'd thought I'd hidden it, but she'd clearly watched the whole fuck-fest.
Embarrassing? Yeah, but worse because it was her who'd seen.
"Smith."
"Yes ma'am."
I cleared my throat to refocus.
"This is a request, not an order. We respect your will. Think it over and answer honestly—no backlash if you refuse."
What could warrant this gravity? I swallowed dryly, nodding as I awaited her words.
"Smith. Reform those four captured apostles for us."
"...Re, reform... you mean?"
The Buddhist enlightenment kind? Turn 'em good with wisdom?
"Yes. Reform. I think you can do it. One's already half-broken."
Probably No. 4, ass-fucked into submission. But how? Wait—
"Uh, reform how, exactly...?"
"With that inhuman tool of yours."
"Holy shit."
So, storm-sex the four into reformation. Make 'em dick-addicted, prefer men over women.
"I know it's a heavy ask for a man like you..."
"I'll do it."
"...Really? Even if you refuse—"
"I'll do it."
"...For real?"
"Yes. Seriously. Thought it through—no worries."
Aside from everything: that arrogant, tight ass again? No refusing. They'd kept me here two days for this, post-rescue luxury treatment. Man's duty to repay.
"I'll remember your help, Smith."
"Honored to be of use."
"...Sturdy heart."
Neme nodded faintly and stood.
"We'll start tonight. Can't drag it out—who knows when their lifespans end."