Doing This in Front of Everyone Isn't What I Wanted
FSM isn't actually that authoritative or one to flaunt its powers in the real world. The people who follow its teachings—whether in jest or sincerity—did so because they were sick of established religions peddling faith as a business. In short, it's a symbolic god put forward by their own consensus, not one that intervenes in the mortal realm or directly commands people to do things.
Here, Laila chattered on, explaining that it was a similar concept. Unlike reality, though, this god actually exists, occasionally bestowing new food recipes or crafting holy relics when bored. She found it odd that a priest called a saint didn't know the traits of the god she served, but Laila didn't seem to suspect me. She said it wasn't uncommon for clerics here to switch from regular jobs to religion.
"That's why even demons like us hate other gods but believe in FSM. Compared to gods who start wars on a whim, kill people and beasts with plagues, cause floods and earthquakes, then claim it's all a test—FSM just does nothing, which looks better in our eyes. But humans are like dogs; smack them on the cheek and soothe them with treats, and they'll still believe in war gods or love gods."
Put kindly, you could call it laissez-faire. That's why no one stops the pope from blatantly showing his corruption for all to see.
"But this god doesn't seem normal to me either..."
I started to say it wasn't right in the head, but her tail swished into my view. If I said something harsh, it'd probably smack my thigh hard. It didn't hurt, but the shrill scream that escaped me involuntarily last time made me not want to risk it. So I softened my words as much as possible.
"Like Laila said before, it feels like a god that's just watching us. I have no idea what it's thinking."
"No one knows the will of the gods. Honestly, watching cats or puppies toddle around is fun enough just to observe. It might be like that. Some gods intervene and play along, others think nature is entertaining on its own, and some give tools to toy with us—like Eve's tail."
Laila pointed at my unruly parasitic tentacle panties, earning a stroke from the tail. It must have liked her words. Laila smirked and used her own tail to lightly caress my butt.
"Anyway, so you're not on good terms with the established clergy... Who are you asking for help, then?"
She still thought I wasn't a user. I debated correcting her but decided there was no need to reveal it yet, so I let the misunderstanding stand.
"Daesik. He's the head of the criminal organization that kidnapped me."
"Oh, I've heard. You reformed and pacified the back alleys. Honestly, I thought you were a priest who grabbed a mace and beat down the whole crime syndicate. Those kinds of novels are popular these days—physical mages, physical priests, you know."
"Ahaha."
It would've been nice if that were possible. There were plenty of times I wanted to smash the skull of someone treating me roughly. But now, in a priest body with all extra stats dumped into mental strength and intelligence, that wasn't happening. Not unless I found a stat reset scroll somewhere.
"The rumors say you're so pretty that Onyx fell for you and turned over a new leaf. But I didn't know you were a virgin. You were already wearing the holy relic before that?"
"I got the holy relic after. My sister, the inquisitor, gave it to me."
"Inquisitors would have a holy relic or two. So he didn't touch you before that either? Is Onyx impotent?"
"W-Well... from what I checked, he wasn't..."
Was it okay to talk about someone else's dick like this? Feeling a bit queasy, I blushed, and Laila looked inexplicably proud.
"Hehe. How did you check? I'm dying to know."
"No, that's..."
I couldn't say that before Daesik possessed Onyx's body, Onyx had been rubbing his cock between my breasts. I clamped my mouth shut. Laila teasingly circled me, prying even as I stayed silent.
"Come to think of it, nuns sometimes tempt guys by saying they're virgins from the back... Is that your case too, Eve?"
"Are you insane?"
"Whoa, that reaction means your back door's virgin too. So how'd you know he wasn't impotent? Tits? Mouth? Hand?"
This was driving me crazy. Even as a guy, I'd have fled from talk like this out of embarrassment. Man or woman, it didn't matter. It was my fault for not realizing a succubus would spew sexual innuendos once the floodgates opened.
"I know without doing it."
At the moment of possession, even after he tucked it away, the erection lasted a while, so of course he wasn't impotent. Whether infertile was another matter. Anyway, when I was tied to the bed, Daesik avoided eye contact. Not completely stone-hearted, normal libido. He just respected me by keeping talk to work only.
"Hehe, super curious, but I'll find out later. So... here?"
We arrived at the ward used as a meeting room yesterday, and Laila glanced around. A man guarding the entrance approached us.
"Hey, sis is here!"
One of Daesik's guildmates, apparently. Total local thug vibe, strutting but bowing to me. At least polite.
"Hello. Here to see Daesik. Do you know where he is?"
"Oh, the boss... I mean, guild master? I'll take you! But that sexy nun next to you..."
"Laila, my bound succubus. Here about something involving her."
"I know who she is, but... you gotta put restraints on her or people get nervous."
"Ah."
Forgot. The mana restraints prevented magic, but demons were generally stronger physically than humans—a common trope. Come to think of it, she used charm before. Unrelated to mana? Racial traits were no-cost skills, after all.
Anyway, I looked at Laila, who crossed her arms behind her with a grumpy face. Click—the restraints locked her in the same pose as me. She scowled, then glanced at me and softened.
"Don't we look like sisters like this? Both in slutty outfits, hair colors differ a bit, but same bound pose and tails... Ah, sister rice bowl set."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Kuhuhu. Sis getting embarrassed is too cute."
"Why are you like this too? Hurry and show us to Daesik."
"Follow me."
The guildmate led us out of the ward. Someone inside grumbled as he left, then bowed 90 degrees to me. One of Daesik's men too. Ten minutes' walk to a four-story building. He said Daesik was right inside and left.
We stopped at the door.
"Knock..."
Both with bound arms, couldn't. Laila raised an eyebrow like what's the problem?
"Use your foot."
"That's rude."
"But if you have no arms, wouldn't you? Can't headbutt it."
"True, but..."
Frustrated, my tail shook the doorknob, making noise. Would've been easy with a glass or auto door. "It's open, come in," came from inside. Tail pushed it open to reveal people chatting at tables—Daesik among them.
"Whoa, it's the saint!"
"Saint's here!"
Obvious users pointed and cheered at me. Teasing, but the focused stares made my breath quicken and legs weaken. Not like I was one trigger away from orgasm—what was wrong with my body? Everyone panicked, but Laila noticed and supported me to delay collapse.
"Anyone got a blindfold?"
Fearing they'd see my climax face, I bowed my head, holding my breath. Sure enough, the panties reacted to my juices, raising bumps like they wouldn't be satisfied without my peak. Familiar now, but the stimulation was still intense.
"Ah, Ivy? You okay?"
Footsteps approached. Someone blindfolded me with black cloth—no seeing them, but hearing sharpened. More footsteps, more arousal; one orgasm wasn't enough, more fluids leaked, panties going wild like see this? The thrill of not getting caught climaxing publicly shot up my spine, driving me mad, but I held my breath desperately.
Longer than in the meeting room due to the second wave—I twitched, couldn't breathe right. Laila tsked.
"She had a bad thing happen. Bear with it. Crowds trigger her panic attacks."
"Ah... heard. Tortured by the pope."
"Oh no... Ivy, what to do..."
Voices muffled like underwater. Flames inside faded; I panted, leaning on Laila. Held back moans well. Her tail patted my back.
"You okay? Come back later?"
"Laila's right. You haven't rested enough. Seems like you need mental care too."
Daesik's trustworthy voice from the crowd. I turned that way, steadying breath.
"Yes. But urgent matter, came to see Daesik."
"Hm. Should we step out?"
"Are you two lovers?"
"Ivy's always so gentle in chat—guess you're a couple."
Misunderstandings flew amid over-the-top cheer to lighten the mood from my "attack." Before I could snap, Daesik firmly denied, pulling a chair beside me.
"No. How could I dare with Ivy."
Made sense; he wouldn't want to date inside a male character. Understood the firmness, but it felt a bit cutting. Supported by Laila, I sat and spoke.
"But do you all know me? Were you in the same guild...?"
Curious from their words, I asked lightly—hurt reactions.
"Whoa, can't remember fellow guildmates? Saw your char at events!"
"Did dailies together, wow..."
"Helped with priest class quest too..."
"But mostly chat-only... know nicks, not chars?"
Could guess from speech, but sorry I didn't; excuses slipped out. Some understood.
"True. We recognized you from the rack... ahem. Solo AoE healing—unforgettable."
"Great body too. Far, so not details."
Embarrassing direction, but naked on execution rack—visible from afar. Only free priest user from church now was me.
"Anyway... came for Daesik, but you'll hear soon. When pope tortured and executed me, Laila saved me. Ex-close aide to corrupt pope, so cautious—now bound to me."
"Ooh, got a pet already?"
"Who're you calling pet! I'm autonomous with personality! Though I'll serve Eve as master."
Laila bristled at the exclamation, then clung showing off intimacy. I leaned away, finishing.
"Anyway... as you know, succubi feed on vital energy. Need your help... all adults here, right?"
"Chars are adults, but minors possible..."
"Kids know everything nowadays. Fine? Sex ed bonus..."
Dawn raid users' high chat level made this casual. Embarrassed, I blushed fumbling; Daesik clapped to refocus.
"So, how to give Laila vital energy?"
"S-Sleep together. Holding hands won't cut it..."
"Sex, it's sex. No beating around."
"Laila, quiet!"
Succubus openness hard for blocked Korean me, but experienced users found it tame—curious questions flew.
"How many per day?"
"Hehe. As many as time allows? But can't harm health—two-three max."
"Women too?"
"Eat anything♡"
"Soul male, body female?"
Someone like me. Reverse cases too, other races. Glad for kindred, but signaling might tip Laila—stayed quiet. Was just "might know some"; from here, no.
Felt like netkama, but explain later.
"First, sure no mind control from sex?"
Mind control—high mob pattern, make users attack each other. Now real, worse than party aggro. Daesik's point sobered excited crowd. I hesitated too—no guarantee with Laila's charm on me. Her tail removed my blindfold.
"Hehe, watch."
"What... Eut! Uuugh! Why me again!"
Cafe charm. Resisted with high mental, but womb-gripping feel bent my waist—like before.
"That's my charm."
"Hrrgh... Why only me..."
Unlike before, climaxed openly—sob escaped. Coughs covered my mess, but Daesik stayed wary.
"Ivy's high mental might limit to orgasm. Test others for proof. All warriors, knights, archers here—perfect."
Nailing it as orgasm felt traitorous; I hung head, sobbing.
"Hehe. Who to test?"
"Ahem. Me."
Kim Deokbae stepped up to Laila's sultry voice. Someone rubbed my back, consoling. Blindfold soaked. Just disappear.