Tears of Obedience
Shaaaa—
The moment I drew back the blackout curtains, clear morning sunlight flooded the room. Ornate, old-fashioned furnishings reminiscent of a medieval nobleman's estate surrounded a king-sized bed, and the various trinkets meant to accentuate holiness glittered in the light.
Ah, seeing it finished really does fill me with pride.
I thought back on the days of massive renovation—work so thorough that not a single trace of the old Central Library remained. Every worn wall tile had been replaced, and the spaces I had sketched out in my usual slapdash fashion were redesigned properly by Seong Gaeul. I'd spent faith points like water as they came in, yet for anything that could be scrounged from department stores, I flew out to fetch it myself. Stuffing my inventory with items tailored to Seong Gaeul's exacting specifications, I'd nearly convinced myself I had become some kind of courier man.
An apocalypse delivery service! Sitting still and thinking about it, this was nothing short of revolutionary—the fourth industrial wave, even. When I laid out this flawless business model for Seong Gaeul, she rewarded me with that trademark look of contempt and a blistering lecture to stick to playing cult leader and leave the thinking to her.
"I'm telling you, this is definitely going to work," I murmured, stretching until my joints popped. Following the line of my extended neck, I took in the view outside.
A vast blue sky scattered with white clouds. On that azure canvas, pale pink petals drifted on the breeze. Spring had arrived in full without my noticing, dyeing the morning clear and new. But the lower my gaze fell, the more the picture changed—high-rises with SOS painted across them, burned-out ruins. On the streets below, the beasts who had failed to leave this world shuffled about yet again.
Heaven and hell laid side by side on a single page. I felt nothing at the stark contrast. Hell, too, was simply our daily life now.
"The morning wind is still cold, Cult Leader."
"Ah, you're awake, Believer Eunbyeol?"
A white silk robe settled gently over my shoulders. Kim Eunbyeol approached slowly and knotted it for me with practiced reverence. While I let her attend to me, I admired the soft sway of her breasts with every movement of her arms. The mature body of a married woman, marked here and there with yesterday's traces—and above all, her nipples, stained an especially vivid red, drew my careful observation.
Under my brazen stare, I could watch them stiffen little by little. I pinched the hardened bud between my fingers and rolled it gently as I spoke.
"I don't care for this knot. You'll have to tie it again."
"...Yes, of course."
The perfectly tied knot came slowly undone. Savoring the deep flush spreading across her face, I kneaded her plentiful breasts with both hands.
"Slowly, now. Take your time."
"...Hnngh—yes, Cult Leader."
Sweet moans began to weave into her intellectual voice. By now her nipples had gone hard as stone, and every sharp flick sent her body swaying like an instrument being played.
"Our Believer Eunbyeol is a greedy one, isn't she?"
"Hahh—n-no, Cult Leader, I'm not—"
"Oh, but you are. After receiving my grace so abundantly last night, here you are seducing me first thing in the morning."
"Hnnnngh—C-Cult Leadeeeer!"
My breath stirred the fine hairs at her temple, delicate and charged. Her hands, no longer tying anything, clenched tight around the robe as if holding something back—and trembled.
"What a truly insatiable little harlot. Does your husband know about this?"
"Ahhh, Cult Leader. I don't know such a person anymore. There is only you in my life now—only you."
The son who had come back to her, and the Liquid of Subordination I had poured into her countless times last night. She had already been saved, body and soul, by me. Across her entire body glowed that peerless, snow-white radiance—the Proof of Faith.
Tracing that light, I stroked her slowly, letting my hand glide from her head down to her hips. When my palm slid over her mound, I felt the heat radiating off her. Her cunt was already soaked through with her arousal, and I pushed a finger inside.
Squelch—
"Hnnnngh—haaahh!"
I raked the walls of her sex rapidly with my fingertips while my other hand seized her milky breast and squeezed hard.
"You truly don't wish to return to your husband's side?"
"Hnnghhh—a m-man who can't even protect his own family is useless to meee!"
"Then you've become a perfect member of the Salvation Cult family."
With a satisfied chuckle, I tossed her onto the bed. Her body rippled across the soft mattress, legs splaying open. Her swollen lips gleamed, drenched and slick, and the pink flesh within peeked invitingly. My cock brushed heavily against it as I rubbed myself along her mound in the missionary position, and her mouth fell open wide.
Catching her chin just as the vacant, foolish expression began to spread across it, I studied her bare face without the glasses. I'd liked her with them on, but without them suited my tastes even better.
Take the glasses off and the whole image changes, huh.
Just that one removal had softened her cold, cerebral aura into something far gentler. Kim Eunbyeol, who had been studying my expression intently, asked carefully,
"S-should I not wear the glasses from now on?"
"Judging by how thick those lenses are, they're hardly fashion accessories."
"But if they displease you, Cult Leader..."
She let the sentence trail off, and I stroked her cheek with fond approval.
"It's fine. With glasses or without, you are my precious believer either way."
Though if I was honest, it felt like I was devouring two entirely different women, which only excited me more. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes at my words, and I wiped them away with my thumb.
"The one unchanging duty of Kim Eunbyeol, believer, is her utter and total obedience to me alone."
"Ahhh! O merciful one! Who looks down upon this worn-out body of mine!"
Her eyes swam at my single small remark. To her, drunk on joy and excitement, I whispered low,
"Do you remember last night?"
"Ahhh! Of course, Cult Leader! I remember every single touch of your hands!"
"Then surely you remember my sacred seed, poured so fully inside you."
To refresh her memory, I began moving again, the cock I had stilled grinding deep. Her head tipped back at the frothing rush of her own arousal.
"Hnnnngh—I remember, ahhh! Your magnificent grace!"
As if responding to her rising fervor, the strands of light trailing from her body pulsed and surged. At this point, I figured it was time to slip the reins loose.
"Through this grace, we've drawn one step closer, haven't we."
"Ahhhhh! Hnnngh—it is an honor. An honor, Cult Leader!"
"Then may I start treating you more casually, Believer Eunbyeol?"
"Ahh! Of course! Please do! Treat me lightly, like a mere object—it's more than fine!"
At her emphatic answer, my smiling lips slowly faded. Tormenting her with my rigid cock, I said quietly,
"Put it in yourself."
"Hnngh—y-yes, yes—"
Feeling for my cock carefully with both hands, she began pressing it into her cunt, slow and deliberate. A low groan escaped me at the grip—impossibly tight for a married woman who had borne a child.
"Hhk—how are you this tight for secondhand goods? How often were you doing it with your husband?"
"Haaah—t-twice a week, that's aaall!"
"So it's been worn to shreds, then! Who told you to have sex with your husband, hmm?"
"Hahh—hnnngh—I'm s-sorry! I'm sorryyy! I won't do it anymore! Never agaaain!"
I used telekinesis to tease the weakness I'd mapped out of her the night before—the rim of her ear and the nape of her neck, kneaded by invisible hands. Her mouth gaped open and shut like a gasping fish.
"Hogoooook!"
"Honestly! It feels like I'm the one doing all the serving here! Squeeze harder, can't you?! Move those hips faster, you secondhand cunt!"
"Hnnnngh—I'm sorryyy! I'm sorry for being secondhaaand!"
Hips that had been wriggling along like a caterpillar sped up all at once. The thin blanket heaved endlessly with her movements, soaking through.
Paang—! Pam—! Pah!
Kim Eunbyeol's ass kept slapping against my balls, helping me along toward the finish. As her walls clenched tighter and tighter around me, I took her left hand into my mouth.
"Haaaahh!"
At the sucking pull of my tongue, I felt her peak shudder through her. That serpent-slack tongue found the shallow dip on her ring finger.
Left ring finger. So that's where the wedding ring sat.
My tongue circled the pale patch of skin, unmistakably different from the rest. The Liquid of Subordination, absorbed straight into her flesh, stacked her heat higher still.
"Where'd you put the wedding ring?"
"Nghaaah! I-in the drawer of the room! I'm sorryyy! I'll—I'll throw it away right nooow!"
"You stupid woman! Why would you throw it away?! You wear that ring while I fuck you—that's what makes me hot enough to grant my grace even faster! Idiot! Idiot!"
Smack— smack—
Red handprints bloomed across Kim Eunbyeol's ample breasts. The way they bounced wildly yet snapped right back into place sent my climax surging up my spine.
"Ahhh! I'm coming! Your grace! Your salvation! Cult Leader! Cult Leadeeeer!"
"Secondhand pussy really is something else—picking right up on it! Now! Receive this holy grace deep into your womb! Hhk—"
Byuurk— bup— bulyuurk—
Light burst behind my eyes and my hips shuddered in fine spasms. Only after the long, draining release did I kneel up and press my slick length to her lips.
"Now, it's time to clean up."
"...It is an honooor, Cult Leader."
Truly, last night's training had been worth the effort. Shlop— chup— shuuup— She set to work like a woman savoring a piece of candy, and I smoothed the sweat-damp hair from her forehead.
"How is Chan doing?"
"Yesh, he's shill shleeping in the room—mmph—"
"Hahaha, you may take a moment and speak properly."
"Phahh—thank you. He should still be asleep in the room. He's always been one for sleeping in..."
A married woman who had quietly slipped out of the bed where she slept beside her child to attend to her cult leader. When I caressed her cheek tenderly, she read the look in my eyes and resumed her cleaning.
Shuup— shuup— shuup—
Her cheeks hollowed, her eyes darting up again and again to gauge my reaction. To my devoted zealot, brimming over with endearment, I said,
"A world far too cruel has come for our Chan, who should be growing up seeing only good things."
At my earnest tone, she met my eyes with silent agreement.
"A child does not grow on safety alone. What a child needs more than anything is to learn something from the great wide world."
Slowly, I withdrew the cock from her mouth. Even as it slid free, she simply gazed up at me, dazed and uncomprehending.
How could I make her truly obey me in everything? Make her mine so completely that she'd smile while dying for me if I asked?
"When circumstances allow, I'll need to build a school. For Chan's sake—and for the happiness of my faithful believer."
"Ahhhhh!"
She took my cock in her hands again with utmost reverence. Stroking it slowly, she pressed her forehead against the crown—leaning on it, the way one leans into prayer.
I gently caressed her hair and spoke with benevolent warmth.
"Did I not tell you, my daughter? Truly obey all things. Only after you surrender everything into my hands will you come to possess everything."
Clasping my cock as though it were an object of prayer, she trembled with joy. Her eyes, brimming with rapture, met mine.
"Pray with a single heart. For I am your one and only guide, your savior. And I shall surely—"
Kim Eunbyeol's mouth opened and closed endlessly, wordless. At last, her shimmering eyes broke and spilled over with tears.
As I quietly wiped them away, Seong Gaeul's words came back to me.
Not sweat of submission—
Tears of obedience.
I simply smiled and waited, patient. Her eyes, having accepted that torrential cascade of joy, curved into crescent moons.
And then she spoke. Like a whisper. Like a vow.
"...I shall be saved."