Overtime
A few minutes before Raipelth and Ariel stormed into the church, the Saintess Violet—stark naked just like Sin Seon-dong and his crew—scanned her surroundings with trembling eyes.
"Wh-why... why am I back here, how did I return to this place?!"
The sealing spell had definitely activated.
And very successfully, at that.
Sin Seon-dong and his gang had been completely distracted, their minds lost in the ecstasy of creampieing her asshole, so Christia—having scraped together her rationality and pride from the ashes—should have bound their bodies in restraints.
"Nngiiiit...♥"
"You're really making it impossible to let our guard down even for a second, you slut. How dare you pull such a naughty stunt...!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Why..."
Violet stared at Christia, who was draped over Eleonora's knee, squirting out the semen packed deep in her pussy with every slap on her ass.
Was it that her last shred of pride—already reduced to ashes—had finally been blown away after fulfilling her final duty?
Or was she simply bewildered by the scene unfolding before her eyes, just like Violet? Christia oinked pitifully, her face a perfect match for the humiliating title of white sow.
"No way... did I make a mistake...?!"
Had something gone wrong with the holy sealing spell meant only for Saintesses, because her mind was too clouded by lust?
'As a cleric—as a Saintess who should be a model of piety—did I fill my body with nothing but lust and jealousy instead of the reverence I ought to hold? Did I cast the sealing spell, infused with the hearts of past Saintesses, while harboring such blasphemous thoughts?'
"No, why do I always end up naked whenever I come here... What the hell are you doing?"
"Ah, aaah..."
Violet leaned weakly against Sin Seon-dong, who was overwhelmed by the countless stares directed at him, slowly lowering her head.
Her gaze fell to her lower abdomen.
It was the sacred yin gate, faintly embarrassing in its shape—like a visualization of her own womb.
"From ancient times, the agent of the Goddess who exterminates evil demons... Long ago, the king of those monsters who called himself the Demon King vanished from this world alongside a Saintess who offered her body, never to appear again for eternity..."
Violet murmured the instructions for the ultimate sealing spell, passed down from the previous Saintess back when she was chosen as the successor, along with the tale of how it had been used once and for all to bring peace to the continent.
"The spell activated... It activated properly, perfectly..."
The burning heat rising from the yin gate on her lower abdomen, and the sacred script of the Goddess she glimpsed last—they were no illusions.
With that, Violet slowly lifted her head and surveyed her surroundings.
-S-Saintess...
-Kyaaah!!
-Someone! Call the knights, quick!
The familiar scenery before her eyes.
How could she ever forget it?
"This is... the chapel..."
The podium she used to guide lost lambs and share the Goddess's teachings, and beyond it, the faces of people she had once seen—now gaping in horror at her own form, pussy lewdly spread by her Master's hand.
How could she forget them?
But soon, Violet squeezed her eyes shut and shook her twintails furiously, denying it all.
"It has to be... some kind of trick again... All those schemes he's pulled on me before... This time too, it must be. This is definitely an illusion! An illusion to mock me after my defeat...!!"
"What?"
Violet snorted at her Master, who stared down at her with a dumbstruck face.
'Yeah, this can't be the chapel. He's showing me some kind of illusion somehow...!'
"F-forgive me! F-forgive meee...! I-I won't do it again, please no more spanking on my ass...! Th-the cumming, it won't stooop...! Every time my ass gets slapped, my pussy, my womb gets so happy it won't stooop...♥"
"You've turned into a total maso sow who cums just from ass-spanking! Even in front of the statue of the one you worshipped your whole life, squirting your pussy juices like that! What, now you wanna become a perfect maso pervert like this Eleonora, with exhibitionism thrown in?!"
At Eleonora's mocking voice from behind her, Violet's body froze up again with a jolt.
-What the hell are those bitches doing in front of the Goddess statue...?!
-Wh-what... that platinum blonde... I've seen her somewhere...
-That woman getting spanked... silver-gray hair and golden eyes...?!
-More than that, she just called herself Eleonora...?
The onlookers, who had been blushing despite themselves at the lewd acts, Eleonora and Christia's stunning beauty, and their lascivious bodies, began recognizing them one by one from their appearances and voices, letting out shocked cries.
Violet's head slowly turned backward.
She'd been too flustered earlier to check properly.
Now she turned to confirm.
"No, it can't be... It has to be fake. M-Master must have... to mock me again...!"
It had to be an illusion. She didn't know how he'd recreated the chapel and these people, but a man who kept religion at arm's length—not even knowing the 's' in faith—couldn't mimic Her face.
Violet turned her head past the naked Urga rummaging under the bed and the elf, toward the source of the debauchery.
In that instant, she had to admit it.
"Ah, aaaah...?!"
The Goddess statue smiling benevolently down at her as always, a holy presence she could only behold in this chapel!
Nearly a thousand years old, yet unmarred by corrosion or even a single scratch—that statue was unmistakable. It was the one she knew, the one she prayed to every day.
"R-real...? All of this is real...?!"
She'd come back? Like this?
She'd used a method that should have made return impossible. The ultimate sealing spell that cleanly erased their existence from that world, an unbreakable seal no one could undo—why, why had she returned home alongside this man who raped her?
Violet whipped her head toward Sin Seon-dong, but he seemed busy, yelling furiously somewhere as if he couldn't tolerate it today.
"Hey! If you were gonna send us back, tell me ahead of time... What? Not you? Then who? Who the hell teleported us here! Lying again! You think I don't know that pattern?! How many times have I fucked it! What? For real, not you? Then why's your panty on my wrist as proof...!"
'Teleport?'
She wasn't an idiot. Over the past few months, she'd realized the world she and Christia had been in was a completely different one from this.
But since her Master, Sin Seon-dong, had invaded their world with some trick, she couldn't rule out the possibility he'd stretch his evil claws here again anytime.
"That's why I used my final method to erase Master and the others from the world along with me and Christia... Ah?"
Teleport, sealing spell, erase existence from the world.
These three keywords clicked in Violet's mind, and her eyes snapped to Eleonora—the first among them to go 'missing,' now his sow knight.
"Teacher, according to reports, Lady Eleonora suddenly vanished like she'd evaporated, disappearing from the world as if her existence was gone..."
"...No way, this bitch?"
"Hic...?"
Sin Seon-dong suddenly glared at her through half-lidded eyes.
Violet shrank back like a mouse before a cat or a frog before a snake—but prey was prey.
"Hiyaaang?!"
-That bastard again?!
-You scum! What the hell are you—more importantly, is that bastard using that on the Saintess...?!
A cute scream burst from Violet's lips as Sin Seon-dong suddenly grabbed her breast roughly.
"You dare teleport us here? On Christmas, when holy power's amplified and everyone's gathered—to drop us right in the middle and kill us without dirtying your hands?"
"Wh-what are you talking about?! I don't know! I didn't do it, h-hiyaaaak...♥"
'Nipples again...♥'
Her nipples, now so thoroughly trained that a mere touch made milk squirt, sprayed fiercely under his fingers—yet despite the stares, Violet melted into a puddle.
Sin Seon-dong began grilling her relentlessly.
"I figured since it was your world, maybe not—but you prepped a teleport spell all this time? That's cheating."
"Teleport spell...?!"
Violet's eyes darted back to her lower abdomen at his words.
"No way...?!"
At that moment—
"This ends now!"
"Hand over the Saintess and Eleonora you've kidnapped, right—huh?!"
BAM—!
As the chapel doors flew open, two armored horses and fiery red-haired women reminiscent of flames charged into the sacred space.
"Oh fuck, who the hell are you?"