Chapter 98
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 98
Chapter Title: #2 Ritual (Gyu Wol-ryeong - Naked Restrained Walking)
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A familiar assembly hall.
The space, reminiscent of a nightclub, carried a somewhat subdued atmosphere today, unlike the usual bustle.
No decadent performances, no blaring music, no flashy lights.
Of course, with so many people gathered, there was some minor commotion, but it remained well within acceptable bounds.
Moreover, even that level of noise died down all at once as Yeom the Vice Bishop ascended the podium ahead.
"Welcome, believers. Did you all have a day filled with love? I sincerely bless you that your love may be abundantly stained with cum and pussy juices for everyone."
Yeom the Vice Bishop, standing on the podium, bowed deeply as he spoke those words.
The gathered followers of the 【Camellia】 responded in unison to his familiar greeting, shouting, "Yes! Yes!"
They echoed his declarations with matching chants, uniting midway through.
Gone was their usual frivolity; instead, they displayed an eerie level of loyalty and solidarity here.
Not every one of them was of one mind, but at least seven out of ten gathered seemed genuinely moved and in agreement.
They had started by simply basking in the comfort granted by the 'grace,' which led them to join the cult. But the longer and deeper their lives within the cult became, the more they shifted from revering the 'grace' itself to direct worship and awe toward 'That One' who bestowed it.
Yeom the Vice Bishop was among the most fanatical in serving 'That One,' yet there were plenty here whose faith was scarcely less fervent by comparison.
"As always today, you are all splendid, believers. We must never forget—we live thanks to the grace bestowed by 'That One.' Our land has expanded to this extent because 'That One' gathered and amassed power for us. We must never forget it all!!"
They cheered joyfully in response, one after another.
Some wept uncontrollably from overwhelming joy and emotion, staggering and collapsing as if they could no longer stand.
No 'grace' light had been shone upon them in particular.
They simply, truly worshiped 'That One'—the Yoma who had granted them this comfortable life.
Even from backstage, Gyu Wol-ryeong could hear their voices, feel their presence.
The abnormal fervor of the people in the hall seeped through the single door separating them, reaching her clearly.
Normally, she would have scorned them as deranged. But now, she was just as enthralled by 'That One' as they were.
Her affection for the believers was matched only by the deep, profound love she held for 'That One.'
She hadn't lost her reason to the point of screaming in ecstasy like them, but if she let her guard down, she might mutter "Yes! Yes!" without realizing it.
Not that she could speak anyway, with the gag stuffed in her mouth.
"Very well. It seems you've all prepared your reverent hearts. We have much to do tonight. I hope you can all maintain this piety until the end of today's service."
Yeom the Vice Bishop's prolonged incitement and proclamations finally drew to a close.
And now, the true ritual was about to begin.
His call rang out, summoning the prepared sacrifices.
With that, Ok the Vice Bishop—who had been stroking Gyu Wol-ryeong's buttocks while they waited—yanked her leash.
"It's time to go out. Got it? No funny business."
Gyu Wol-ryeong nodded obediently.
The door to the stage swung open, and her leash was pulled taut.
She followed where it led.
I advance through the darkness, following the leash that tugs me along.
Right now, my eyes are covered by a leather blindfold, and my mouth is gagged.
My hands are bound behind my back with a belt, leaving me no freedom of movement.
Leather belts chain my ankles together as well.
Because the chain is so short, I have to take tiny, careful steps. Each one makes a loud clinking sound.
With the surroundings having fallen silent, that clink-clink noise seems even louder.
"Straighten up."
"Mmgh..."
As I stumble blindly, Ok the Vice Bishop mutters softly and yanks my leash harder.
But my body has become utterly hopeless; the pull sends a thrill through me, making me tremble.
Imagining the countless people staring at me from beyond my blinded vision only heightens the excitement.
My pussy, already quite wet, is probably dripping strings of arousal now.
I hear mocking laughter. Voices thick with desire to fuck me. And the yin energy rising in response to that lust.
All of it... because of me.
An exorcist meant to dispel yin energy and banish Yoma has instead become the source generating it.
"......."
I emerged from behind the podium but didn't stay there—instead, I circled the entire assembly hall once.
To show myself to all the believers, no doubt. Occasionally, a hand would reach out to grope my ass or finger my pussy. When that happened, I'd stop right there and meekly endure the teasing.
After making a full lap like that and returning to the podium, the area between my pussy and thighs was already a sopping mess.
My nipples were surely standing stiff in embarrassment. I couldn't see through the blindfold, but I could feel them perking up prominently.
"How are you feeling, sacrifice? All prepared to be offered to 'That One'?"
Once I stood in the designated spot on the podium, Yeom the Vice Bishop addressed me.
I didn't reply, but I nodded.
I was ready.
And I wouldn't resist.
Resistance was pointless anyway, and the thought never even crossed my mind...
The hall grew rowdy once more, infused with new fervor.
Dom must have entered the assembly hall.
She, in the same predicament as me, took quite a while to reach the podium after her entrance.
I sensed her presence beside me.
With the sacrifices now prepared, my blindfold, gag, and arm restraints were removed.
Only the leg bindings remained.
The first thing my opened eyes beheld was Yeom the Vice Bishop—and the gem he was reverently pointing to.
'This is...'
A purple gem emitting a soft glow.
It was the same type as the ones they showed when projecting the 'grace.'
Only the size was completely different.
The ones they wore as necklaces or rings were no bigger than a knuckle.
But this one before me was larger than two fists combined. As big as a person's head.
'Is this the core of 'That One'?'
As if reading my question, Yeom the Vice Bishop interjected.
"This is merely a simple device to discern 'That One's' will. It tells us which sacrifice to offer, what suits 'That One's' tastes."
In other words, a messenger delivering an oracle.
Even now, it seemed we couldn't behold 'That One' directly.
There was a rigid will that 'That One's' form couldn't be shown to just anyone.
We couldn't even meet until we were offered as sacrifices...
"Approach and place your hand on it. Then the oracle will come."
With that, we stepped forward one by one.
Dom went first.
When she placed her hand on the gem, it hummed and flickered... then turned a deep red.
"A failure. Unfortunately, you didn't please 'That One.'"
So it seemed.
Yeom the Vice Bishop showed mild regret, but it didn't show much on his face.
He hadn't expected much from Dom to begin with.
Right up until just before this ritual, he'd been fixated solely on me...
-You are the one to serve That One.
-You'll serve That One for life.
-You will surely satisfy That One more than any other sacrifice...!!
He'd said those words to me countless times.
He clearly had high hopes for me. And that expectation had infected me too—I firmly believed it would come true.
Dom, deemed 'unfit,' stepped back. Now it was my turn to approach the gem.
The surroundings had grown even quieter than before. Yeom the Vice Bishop's lips twitched, as if he couldn't hold back his smile at what was to come.
And I...
With an inexplicable calm, simply placed my hand on the gem.
It hummed softly, twinkling with gentle light, just as before.
"........................What?"
Yeom the Vice Bishop's dazed voice came from behind me.
For some reason, hearing it filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction.
The gem I'd touched.
The one meant to reveal 'That One's' will.
It had turned a deep, vivid red—no, even deeper than with Dom.
"Oh ho, just as expected."
Gui the Vice Bishop—the Chairman—watched the scene with evident delight.
"As I thought, luck is on my side."
With that, he quietly slipped out of the hall.
To fetch what he had prepared.
