The Festival Revival — The Priest's Inauguration

"The guild's in an unusually good mood today, isn't it?"

The place was louder and livelier than usual, and when I said as much, Camille had an answer ready.

"Ah, about that. Apparently the village started sending in requests again as of yesterday."

"Huh? But the festival hasn't even started yet. It's already working?"

"From what I've overheard, Priest Veronica has gone into secluded training for a while. They call it asceticism — she inflicts hardship on herself to hone her faith to a sharper edge."

"Asceticism? What a pointless waste of time. What meaning is there in pain that nobody even notices — pain that doesn't even get you mocked and laughed at by a man?"

Pain that nobody notices, that doesn't entertain a soul, that just sits in your body and stays there. The thought alone made my skin crawl. Only genuine freaks would be into something like that.

Still. Thanks to her little retreat, we had a lot more room to move.

"It seems ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Yujin, who went to stay under Priest Veronica, has been doing excellent work."

"Looks that way. When a man is giving it his all like that, we Female Slaves can hardly just sit around doing nothing, can we?"

The work of making Walpurgis Night a reality was proceeding smoothly.

We'd had a statue of the Giant Phallus — the symbol of Shaimin — carved, turning people's minds toward it. We'd let the guild's regular clients in on the secret of the project and asked for their cooperation, and every last one of them, upon hearing that their village could become a better place, had pledged their full support.

We'd circulated the slow-acting female heat drug Lavina had brewed and fed it to every woman in the village. It wouldn't produce any dramatic effects on its own, but by the time Walpurgis Night arrived, their breeding instincts would be at a fever pitch.

We'd also finished adjusting the ritual so that it wouldn't simply unite everyone's hearts as one. Instead, the thoughts and feelings of a particular group would flow one way into everyone else.

And of course, that particular group ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was our dear regulars ♡

With only a few days left until Walpurgis Night, the last thing remaining for us was to choose a priest.

"Walpurgis Night is a proper ritual, so we need a priest. Even if he doesn't have much to actually do. He's a kind of linchpin."

"About that — I actually already asked the Manager if he'd take the role. And he said no, because there's someone who suits it better than he does."

Even our shallow little brains had no trouble figuring out who that was.

"Then Yujin should be the priest. When you think about it, he's the last descendant of the fallen Shaimin faith. Having him take the role and thereby achieve Shaimin's revival — that's the natural order of things."

"I think he'll take it on gladly. Shaimin is like the last remaining bond between him and his late parents."

We offered a brief moment of silence to the two people who had raised Yujin so well. Your son survived. He's about to become the next priest of Shaimin. May your souls rest in peace.

"But becoming priest isn't something that just happens, right? Don't we need some kind of ceremony?"

"Of course. First we'll need at least a handful of Shaimin believers. Hmm~ I suppose we can just ask the men in the village for help with that."

The men who were already regulars at our guild had long since abandoned their faith in the Light Church completely. And of course they had. Believing in an organization of evil that threw the world into chaos with its warped views on gender, then tried to justify itself through brutal violence? Completely absurd. In their hearts, even if it had never been formally codified as doctrine, the will of Shaimin — which followed the proper view that women belong beneath men — had already taken root.

"I'll read the ritual text, and after that, what we'll need is a virgin's fresh blood."

"A-a virgin's fresh blood?! You mean a human sacrifice?"

Camille shook her head at my startled reaction.

"No. Shaimin isn't that kind of barbaric religion. A virgin's fresh blood means virgin blood — hymenal blood."

I let out a sigh of relief. Sure, a woman offering everything to a man made perfect sense — but the moment you started talking about lives, the whole feeling changed. If she died, she couldn't serve with her pussy anymore, could she?

"So we'll need to procure one virgin from the village, then? There isn't a single virgin left in the guild."

"Well, yes. But I think that much should be perfectly doable if the villagers cooperate."

True enough. If the villagers worked together, they could procure a virgin pussy just fine without needing to borrow the hands of a kidnapping specialist like Veronica. A man would be a different story — but snatching up some worthless pussy-girl who couldn't do a thing without a man? With enough people, what couldn't they do?

"There are various other procedures after that, but we can skip those or swap them out for something simpler. What matters is the meaning, not the procedure."

"Yeah? Then I'll leave that part to you, Camille. I don't know much about this kind of thing. Instead, I'll be the liaison and pass the word along to everyone who's going to help us."

"Yes, please. I, um, I'm actually a bit shy around strangers... If you'd take on that role, Astera, I'd be so happy!"

"Aww, you're so cute! I mean it!"

"Nngh! Let gooo! My face is getting swallowed by your tits, I can't breathe...!!"

The moon was not yet full.

Since Walpurgis Night was to be held on the night of the full moon, that meant there was still a fair stretch of time before the festival would unfold upon this land. Beneath that incomplete moon, a great number of men and women vanished into the forest.

Wary of a large movement being discovered, they went one at a time, or in pairs, or in groups of three. Even if someone noticed and tried to follow them, tracking them would be impossible — so long as the pursuer didn't know about the secret passage that opened only for those who believed in Shaimin.

The passage guided the new lambs down into the underground dungeon.

"Hey, are we sure this is the right way? It's kind of scary."

"It'll be fine. You saw it respond to the password, didn't you?"

To lambs who had lived their whole lives in a relatively safe village, the dungeon's atmosphere felt nothing but unfamiliar and frightening. But if they kept walking, one step at a time, they would find a bright, spacious cavern — and the comrades who had arrived ahead of them, waiting.

"Welcome, Hans, and you too, you little pussy-bitch. You two are the last ones. Thank you so much for coming."

At the sight of a familiar face greeting them so warmly — mine — the lambs Hans and Mina eased.

"Looks like we found the place."

"Of course you did. From this moment on, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say you're witnessing history change. Please take part in the ritual with a reverent heart."

After impressing that upon the couple, I stepped out before the gathered crowd and raised my voice.

"Everyone gathered here tonight haaates the God of Light, right?"

The men roared as one.

"Of course we do, that hypocrite of a god!"

"That bastard's twisted teachings are why the world's gone so wrong! I went without getting any until I was thirty, and I blame that son of a bitch for every last bit of it — makes my blood boil!"

"Smear shit all over the statue of Light!"

And of course, the women were no different.

"The teachings of Light cost me half my life!"

"We had no idea being dominated by men could feel this good! If I'd known sooner, I could've given my unused pussy to my husband so much earlier!"

"Disgusting hypocrite of a god! Die!"

The righteous fury of those who had awakened to the truth. I was delighted — but I encouraged their passion to settle, just for a moment.

"Yes, that's right! But it won't be much longer now! Once the festival day of Walpurgis Night has passed, your village will break free from the rule of Light and be normalized!"

"YEAAAAAAH!"

A roar that thundered through the enclosed dungeon. Riding that wave of momentum, I cried out.

"A village where men freely use their females' pussies! A village where everyone is happy! A village where everything sits in its rightful place! And that change in the village will become a change in the world!"

Drunk on the heat I'd unleashed, I stretched out my arm with utmost pride and pointed to the altar.

At my announcement, Yujin crossed the center of the altar and appeared before everyone. Camille followed about two steps behind, attending him.

His rigidly set expression made it obvious just how nervous he was. Well, of course. Until recently this kid had barely even seen another human being, and now he was suddenly becoming the leader of a crowd. Anyone would be nervous. That nervousness was proof he understood what it meant to bear a leader's responsibility. A good sign.

"Wooooooo!"

You'd think a kid who looked so much younger than them being named their leader would breed distrust and suspicion — but the new believers of Shaimin welcomed him with pure fervor and applause.

Yujin was an outsider, an orphan, and plainly younger than all of them. But none of that mattered. He was someone they needed to open a new world. Of course they should welcome him with joy. And the display of that welcome greatly eased the burden on his shoulders.

"We will now begin the priest's inauguration ceremony. Female pussies, become chairs. Gentlemen, please take your seats upon them."

At Camille's instruction, the females immediately dropped their hands to the ground right where they stood and became chairs, and the men planted their asses on the backs of the females they owned. There were men like Frantz and Simon who didn't yet have a female of their own — but there were also men like the village chief who owned several. The men who had extras shared their females freely, so not a single man was left without a seat.

"First, Yujin, who is newly taking office as priest, will offer his greetings."

Camille announced this and then stepped back a full three paces, yielding the spotlight to him.

Yujin was sweating with nerves, but he took a deep breath and began his greeting — no. His speech.

"My parents were murdered by the Light Church."

Gasps rose from among the crowd. A story of people being murdered was apparently too intense for peaceful villagers.

"The reason was that they were 'obscene.' Claiming they defiled the world's order and even exerted a bad influence on decent people, they slaughtered my parents without mercy."

Curses against the Light Church erupted from every throat. Yujin ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠didn't stop them. He simply listened, and when the torrent of abuse had quieted, he spoke again.

"What is the world's order, everyone? Equality of the sexes. Monogamy. The concealment of sex — are those truly the world's order? I simply cannot accept that. The moment a man's cock locks into a female's pussy, that female is utterly defeated. You all know this, don't you?"

Juice dripped from between the thighs of the females serving as chairs. Just imagining defeat and submission was enough to make them drool pussy juice like this. That alone made it clear. The law of nature had decreed that females belong beneath men.

"The Light Church tells people to find their happiness in the afterlife. Happiness in this world is meaningless anyway, so go look for it after you die. That is nothing but absurd escapism. What humans — animals of reason — ought to do is not wait for a heaven that may or may not exist after death, but transform this present world into a place overflowing with happiness!"

Then what is happiness?

"For a man, happiness is dominating and enjoying pussy-girls! For a pussy-girl, happiness is being conquered and ravaged by a man! And yet the Light Church, under the pretext of happiness in the afterlife, is blocking us from turning this actual, real world into heaven! What contradiction in this world could be greater than that?!"

Yujin thundered with genuine fury. He wasn't merely reading a speech Camille had written for him — he poured his own sincere heart into every word. And that was why it reached them.

A brief silence.

And then thunderous applause.

Not some happiness in the afterlife — he would make this very world a happy one. What a magnificent thought. Even I, who wasn't originally from this world, felt a prick of tears. How must the people who'd been groaning under the oppression of Light feel? Like a lifeline had been thrown down to them as they sank into a swamp?

"Yes, we have all heard the priest's magnificent words. We will now perform the ritual of offering a virgin's fresh blood for the priest's formal inauguration."

At Camille's cue, two burly men dragged a female up onto the altar from behind it. The two men were trainers belonging to the guild, who'd come because they'd heard there would be a good show. The female had been procured with the village chief's cooperation — a girl whose pussy wrapping was quite clearly still unopened.

Her arms and legs were bound, a bag over her head blocking out the light, her mouth thoroughly gagged. Aside from the bag and the ropes, nothing covered her body at all. Trembling as if she believed she'd been dragged to a heretical cult gathering, yet unable to offer even the slightest resistance to the men's force as she was hauled onto the altar — she looked every bit the part of a living sacrifice.

The trainers laid her on the bed placed upon the altar, undid the ropes, and instead locked her wrists and ankles into the cuffs attached to the bed.

"By bestowing the grace of his cock upon this virgin pussy that no man's touch has yet reached, Yujin will take upon his shoulders the true dignity of a priest. Everyone, please offer words of congratulations to Yujin, who is about to assume the office of priest — and to the bitch who has the honor of offering her virgin pussy to him."

At Camille's invitation, the men all clapped and shouted.

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations!"

"Welcome, Priest!"

The females serving as chairs couldn't clap or shout, but they were of one mind.

"Nnnngh! Nnnnngh!"

The virgin pussy-girl who'd become the sacrifice twisted her body and made pitiful sounds, but she couldn't resist beyond that. Maybe she should count herself lucky she hadn't pissed herself in terror.

"Hooo."

Yujin stripped off his clothes and revealed that massive cock of his. The applause from the assembly grew even louder.

He climbed onto the bed and lined himself up with the virgin pussy-girl's cunt. And then, in a single thrust—

Schlick ♥

"Nngaaaaaaaaah!!!! Nngh! Nnnnngh!!!"

Until a moment ago the girl had been too terrified to do a thing — but with something the size of Yujin's punching through her virginity without so much as a caress, she apparently couldn't stay still. To ensure the virgin blood essential to the ritual would come out properly, they hadn't given her any foreplay, any drugs, or any magic. So she had to feel the pain of her raw flesh tearing exactly as it was.

"Heh. You'd better be grateful, you bitch. Once some time has passed, all of this will become a fond memory."

Not that she could hear me, I suppose.

Camille checked the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bedsheets right after Yujin's penetration, then declared in a voice overflowing with joy.

The instant those words left her mouth, the men started fucking the women they'd been sitting on.

Here, petty matters of ownership didn't matter in the slightest. Even the village chief didn't bat an eye at his own wife taking another man's cock in her mouth. If she'd been his one and only partner, someone he loved, sharing her would have been unthinkable. But she was just property now. Something you could share, swap, and use however you liked. When you get tired of using your own property, you pass it around. What's weird about that?

Watching all of that, I started getting wet myself. ♥

"Astera. You come here too."

"Yes ♥"

The kind voice of a man calling for me. Of course I gladly joined that circle of happiness.

This is what happiness is. What else could it be?