Chapter 81
Chapter 81
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: Meiko's Shota Craving
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Meiko, who had fled to the lab, clutched a pillow to her chest, panting heavily as she thought back to that illusion.
The image of Max, who was always much taller than her and looked down at her, suddenly shrinking and gazing up at her.
Not just his height—it was Max, diminutive from his face to his entire frame.
His hands smaller than hers, his round face, the immature features where baby fat was only just starting to melt away.
The way he looked flustered at first upon seeing his shrunken self, but quickly adapted—it was just like the clever Max she knew.
He had been eighteen when they first met.
Already fully grown, so this version felt utterly unfamiliar to Meiko.
She had no idea how flustered she had been.
At the same time, it had perfectly struck her fancy.
The first man to ever look up at Meiko, who was always surrounded by adults and looked down upon by others.
"Sis."
Whether puberty hadn't hit yet or was just beginning, his androgynous voice calling her "Sis" made her head spin.
"Uwaaaah..."
Just imagining it made her body tremble uncontrollably.
The tactile memory of holding him was still vivid.
That small body sitting on her thigh, nestled in her arms.
Not the sturdy arms wrapped in muscle she usually saw, but slender ones, almost like a woman's, along with his legs.
The sight of him without a trace of muscle—just a bit of pudge and undeveloped sinew—aroused Meiko.
The feel of his bare waist under her hand lingered sharply on her fingertips.
"I know I spent a bit too much money, but it wasn't with any bad intentions. Isn't that going too far?"
"...You're naughty."
"You think so too, right, Max?"
The boyish voice full of charm as it listened to her complaints.
The way his body twitched and jerked in response to her touches.
The sight of his back twisting this way and that on top of her, flustered as her fingers trailed up his waist—how captivating it had been.
She regretted not being able to see his expression, but it was fine.
She was already satisfied with what she'd experienced today.
Her desire only grew stronger.
She wanted to do anything to this little boy.
Before he grew any bigger than her, she wanted to do everything.
She wanted to paint over this blank canvas of innocence with her own colors, cover it completely.
Meiko was the one who always got scolded by Max.
Despite being the master, she had been overpowered by him because she was the immature one—how frustrating that had been.
But in the illusion, she and Max had reversed roles.
She, the senior master; he, the junior disciple.
Every little thing Max showed her was so cute it drove her mad.
She wanted to bite him.
Seeing Max clutch his thighs, flustered and at a loss, Meiko felt the desire to pounce on this boy for the first time.
And in that moment, her senses snapped back.
This isn't right.
He's my disciple. I'm his master.
We're not married, and as a follower of the Goddess Church, I can't commit such blasphemy.
That's how she had ended up fleeing here.
But no matter how much she tried to forget, to erase it, the image of boy-Max only grew more vivid in her mind.
And that fantasy soon evolved.
"Sis, my dick feels weird."
It reached Max, surprised by his swollen crotch.
Max coming to her, saying his dick felt strange.
And her, about to pounce on him under the pretext of educating him.
She shouldn't imagine this.
It's blasphemy.
It goes against the Goddess's teachings.
As a believer, she absolutely mustn't.
"Guess I have no choice... Sis will teach you."
Meiko murmured under her breath like a whisper, slowly sliding the pillow downward.
Rub, rub.
She rubbed her crotch against the pillow, lost in imagination.
"Sis will... teach you... ngh! Everything..."
Her face flushed deeper as she mounted the pillow and rocked her hips.
"Just... just this once. Then forget all about it..."
Meiko thought she now had even more sins to confess at the Goddess's temple.
"Is she not coming?"
Morning came, but her master still hadn't shown.
It seemed yesterday's events had hit her hard.
No visit, no contact—that said it all.
"Tch, maybe I showed it to someone with zero immunity."
This might not even be the issue.
Honestly, I had told her to confront her desires, but who knew she'd fixate on me as a kid?
'She likes younger guys. A bit unexpected.'
In yesterday's illusion, my transformed self was too tall to call a full shota.
Puberty just kicking in, full of youthful vigor.
But to some, it fell squarely in shota territory—a broad category.
It was surprising that someone I thought was prim had this kink.
"Well, tastes are supposed to be colorful and varied."
I could understand all kinds of preferences.
Sexual desire was free-spirited by nature.
"No way she's embarrassed because it was me she showed it to, right?"
It hadn't damaged her that much.
I'd seen far worse kinks.
Noble ladies who fancied being ravaged by their teachers, knights who got off on sexual torture by bandits and their chiefs, elves craving humans, even saintesses wanting to defile their divinity with demons.
So a shota fetish?
Sure, the target being me was a surprise.
'Probably because I was right there next to her.'
Yuris and Helen had been the same.
Influenced by my presence, the illusion characters resembled me.
'I should tell her later not to worry about my face showing up.'
As I thought that and packed my things—
Knock knock knock.
Someone rapped on the shop door.
"Who is it?"
Master wouldn't knock.
"We are from the Goddess Church, here to relay a message from the Saintess."
The Goddess Church?
Why would they come to me out of nowhere?
Creak.
"What's this about?"
At the door stood two nuns wearing amulets with the Goddess Church symbol, flanked by two holy knights.
Unlike the standard symbol, it had an extra white border around it.
The emblem of the Saintess Guard, symbolizing those who protected her.
My surprise at the Saintess Guard's sudden visit was short-lived.
"May I ask if you are Sir Max, owner of the Hall of Illusions?"
"Yes, but what do you mean by the Saintess's words?"
The nuns and knights exchanged glances and nodded.
Then.
"The Saintess wishes to apologize properly for mistaking you for a heretic and the incident at your shop."
Referring to the misunderstanding where they thought it was heresy and experienced the illusion here.
An apology for the misunderstanding.
"Hmm, we already cleared that up that day, didn't we?"
"The Saintess feels that apology was insufficient. She invites you to meet so she can apologize formally once more."
"I see."
I figured she'd come back to the shop.
'I thought she'd visit in person, though.'
Apparently not.
I thought she was satisfied enough to return.
'This stirs up my competitive side.'
It stung my pride a little.
That woman who panted and writhed so wildly that day, pretending nothing happened and not showing up.
Sending others to invite me instead.
"So, we're going to the church headquarters?"
"Yes. You'll have a private audience with the Saintess."
"...I see."
A private audience.
From the conversation, there might be more to it.
These visitors were stiff, rigid types at first glance.
Like they'd been molded straight from stubbornness and inflexibility.
'Maybe she couldn't come herself.'
The role of Saintess probably carried more burdens than I imagined.
"Understood. I'll go with you. One moment."
"Yes."
Just in case Master showed up late, I left a note.
-I'll be at the Goddess Church headquarters. Contact me via crystal ball if needed.
I changed into my formal uniform for going out.
Gotta dress properly to meet the Saintess.
The headquarters of the Church of Light, the Goddess Church, brimmed with holy energy from all directions.
Just standing there felt like receiving the gods' blessings. No wonder so many followers came to this church.
Seeking salvation.
"This way."
Saint-Place.
The sacred space where legend said the Goddess first descended to the continent.
The most hallowed ground in the church.
Only the holiest beings—the Saintess and the Pope—could pray here.
The sole place connected to the Goddess.
Sunlight poured in through the ceiling designed to pierce the heavens, bathing the holy ground eternally.
Guided by the nuns and holy knights, I entered that sacred space.
The Silent Saintess, Eirin, knelt in the center of Saint-Place, bathed in sunlight, deep in prayer.
"Wait until her prayer ends."
"Sure."
I quietly watched Eirin pray.
Her pink hair sparkled in the sunlight.
Clad in her white nun's habit, she looked breathtakingly beautiful.
Beautiful enough to believe she was the Goddess reincarnate.
'No wonder everyone kneels and worships her in a place like this.'
I watched her prayer for a while.
Then, soon enough.
"Ah."
She opened her eyes, lifted her head, met my gaze, and let out a gasp.
"...You've come."
It seemed to say.
I read it from her tiny lip movements.
The nuns and holy knights looked at her in surprise at her murmured words.
It must be rare for her to speak like that.
"I came because you wished to see me."
Eirin nodded at my words.
She spread her hands, gesturing for me to follow.
"She says to follow her."
The nun beside her interpreted the gesture.
I trailed one step behind Eirin.
From her back as she walked ahead, I sensed her hesitation.
She seemed to want to walk closer.
Her exposed ears were flushed bright red.
She knew, but couldn't with all the eyes on her.
We walked the church corridors in silence with Eirin.
...
Clack, clack.
Only the sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet.
Eirin entered a room that looked like the Saintess's reception chamber.
Once inside, she gestured to the knights and nuns who followed.
"You want to be alone? But Saintess..."
"...It's fine."
"...Understood."
At Eirin's dismissal, the nuns and holy knights bowed and withdrew.
They shot me a warning glance.
'Do anything funny and divine punishment awaits.'
Inside the reception room, Eirin, who had hesitated, slowly parted her lips.
"I... wanted to see you."
Her face, speaking to me, burned redder than her pink hair.
"...Can you take me to your shop?"