Interlude: The Shaimin Service (Part One)
At the heart of the new chapel stood a phallic idol — just as the Cock Himself stands at the origin of this world. It was the monument of His victory over the Light.
"Now, everyone. Let us pray."
Three steps below the statue of the Cock, I — Veronica — officiated the rite. At my invitation, the she-cunts gathered in the chapel composed their hearts in pious reverence.
I had once belonged to the loathsome Light Church. I had even, during Walpurgis Night, committed acts of terrorism in the name of a justice I had invented for myself. There was a time I thought it improper that someone like me should go on serving as a priest, and I considered resigning. How shameless, how utterly contemptible, to lift my head after all that and still call myself a priest?
But to a woman like me, the High Priest... Lord Yujin said this:
Ahhh!!
How merciful those words were! A world apart from the God of Light, who would consign any sinner who happened to displease Him straight to hell!
Lord Yujin even went so far as to acknowledge my very reason for existing.
Words that recognized a cunt's usefulness! After Lord Yujin had gone so far as to say that, resigning over my paltry little guilt would have been unthinkable. It was at that very moment that I resolved to continue as a priest. Only the object of my faith had changed — from the Light to the Cock.
The easygoing village folk accepted even me completely. Even granting that it was the High Priest's will, you would think they might have spared me at least a glance of contempt... and yet those honest, good-hearted people still showed me their respect. Of course, only as much respect as a cunt deserved.
For those who have forgiven me, and who place their trust in me still, I give my all as a priest again today.
"We have gathered in this place today to engrave once more upon our hearts the grace of the Cocks, to reaffirm our duties as pussies, and to offer up our gratitude. Now, let us all hold reverence for the Cock in our hearts."
Only cunts were present in the chapel. Naturally so — it would be a contradiction for the Cocks themselves to offer thanks to the Cock, and so the men almost never came to services anymore. What's more, any cunt already serving a man's cock was considered, by that act alone, to be offering a first-class worship. So the cunts gathered here were the starving holes who, on this precious weekend, had not been chosen by any Cock. Which is why their desire to devote themselves to Him was so desperate.
"Now then, everyone — spread your legs, press your palms together in the prayer-hands, and prepare to offer the No-Fap Prayer."
The congregation assumed the familiar spread-cunt posture with practiced ease, pressing their palms together as a sign that they would forbid themselves the lonely act of masturbation. It meant that these cunts — who grew so desperately horny without a cock that they could barely endure without touching themselves — would, if only for a little while, abstain of their own will, offering up even their feeble patience as a show of piety. Of course, I as the priest did the same.
But simply holding the pose was not enough to give the abstinence any meaning. Even the sluttiest cunt rarely spent every single waking second thinking about getting fucked. We were living creatures, after all — our attention wandered to things other than touching ourselves. And that would defeat the whole purpose of a No-Fap Prayer. To prevent it, the congregation's awareness had to be kept constantly, relentlessly fixed upon their own cunts.
"Please keep that prayer posture unbroken until the very end, and listen to the words of the Gospel."
I set the Gospel upon the lectern and turned one page past where we had left off last service. This Gospel, of course, was not the one distributed by the Light Church. It was a history of Shaimin that had lain buried under dust in the holy land where the High Priest once dwelled — the place that had once been called a dungeon — excavated and then restored at the request of Camille from the Guild.
That history recorded everything from the deeds of Shaimin's first High Priest all the way through the bloody war with the Light Church. What I was about to read was the story from before the first High Priest formally founded Shaimin.
"I ought to fuck my mother. That was what Kaizan — for that was the first High Priest's name — thought as he rose from his bed."
"Hnnnnngh!!!"
At the very first sentence, some of the she-cunts below the altar trembled their spread thighs, choking down a piercing rush of arousal. I glanced down — they were all cunts who had sons. It was a common thing for females to seize on some trivial commonality and identify themselves completely with a total stranger. They hadn't actually orgasmed, so I let it pass.
"Kaizan tasted the miracle of a question that had tormented him until that very day resolving itself, all at once, with perfect clarity. Whether it was his mother's cunt, his childhood friend's cunt, or his little sister's cunt — were they not, in the end, simply holes that existed to be used by men? And why, then, was that treated as taboo? Kaizan realized the reason was nothing at all."
With every letter of the Gospel I read, the Gospel inscribed itself upon my own heart as well. In its pages, Kaizan awakened to the truth that a woman was nothing more than a cunt-hole for a man to use, and he began to put that truth into practice. He fucked his mother's cunt, took his little sister's virginity, violated the wife next door, and trained a friend he had known for years.
The Gospel did not describe these acts or their processes in any detail — as if they were as natural as eating a meal or drinking wine, and therefore needed no elaborate account. And it was precisely because of that that you could feel how unstoppable, how magnificently unhesitating Kaizan's stride had been. Before the Gospel had even turned three pages, Kaizan had tasted every last hole belonging to the cunts of his village.
Tears threatened to spill from both of my mouths, above and below. How majestic a hero our ancestor had been. And yet he had been forgotten, buried by the Light Church's conspiracy.
But there was a slight difference between my clerical sensibility and that of the ordinary congregation.
"Nngh, Lord Kaizan is so fucking based... snacking on cunts like that, that's so manly..."
"I'm so horny I can't even touch myself 'cause we're praying. Ahhh, my hole's twitching and screaming that it's starving..."
"Listening to Lord Kai's story is making me desperate to get my cunt wrecked right now. I can't stop dripping..."
In the end, the congregation was always going to think first of how wet their cunts were, rather than the meaning or the sorrow contained in the Gospel. And that was the correct way.
A cunt doesn't need to think unnecessary thoughts. She's a tool. All she has to do is squeeze a cock properly.
Back when I was a priest of the Light, it used to drive me up the wall whenever some girl couldn't focus on the Gospel or the sermon. I didn't need to feel that way anymore. This, too, was surely a blessing of the Shaimin Church.
As I continued the Gospel reading, I spotted a wench daring to touch her cunt without permission, and I shouted.
"Laura! What do you think you're doing?"
"Hieek!?"
Laura yanked her hand away from her cunt at once, but she couldn't hide the juices clinging to her fingers. The bewildered look on her face suggested even she was startled — the touching had been unconscious. But that didn't mean I could simply let it go.
"Come up here, Laura."
"Uuuugh..."
Laura shuffled up to the altar where I stood, still holding her frog-legged posture.
"I believe I made myself clear? No touching yourself until I say otherwise. Even if you call it holding back from masturbating, it doesn't even take twenty minutes. You couldn't last twenty minutes?"
"I-I'm sorry."
Laura bowed her head in mortification. Of course, I was just another cunt myself. Even as a priest, I had no authority to scold a fellow cunt that harshly. But for Laura's own future, I needed to deliver a proper sermon here.
"Listen carefully, Laura. Didn't I say this already? This is a rite for feeling the preciousness of the Cock, and offering Him our reverence. And you can't even keep your cunt in check during a rite like that?"
"...Uuuugh, I'm truly sorry. But my cunt got so horny I just couldn't help it. It was unconscious."
"Everyone's cunt is horny. I can hardly make an exception just for you, now can I?"
Laura hung her head in shame. I hadn't really intended to rake her over the coals that thoroughly, so I tried to keep my voice as gentle as I could, hoping she might come to the realization herself.
"Suppose, for instance... your husband wanted to enjoy the pathetic sight of you desperate to come, and he ordered you not to orgasm — to hold it in! What would you do then? Would you try to masturbate like this, pitifully squirting cunt-juice everywhere?"
Laura startled at my hypothetical and denied it at once.
"Of course not! That's unthinkable! I'd hold it in with everything I had! A man's amusement is obviously more important than a cunt's pleasure, isn't it?"
"Is that so? And yet you, who went into heat and started touching yourself just from hearing the Gospel read aloud, don't strike me as someone who could hold back an orgasm with your husband right in front of you."
Seeing the justice in my point, Laura hung her head weakly. I stroked her hair gently as I offered my counsel.
"This is a rite of reverence for the Cock, yes — but it is also training for you cunts. I want you to understand that well."
"Yeees..."
"Judging by the fact that you came to service today, it seems your husband is using some other cunt right now. Am I right?"
Laura nodded silently. A husband using another cunt was an everyday occurrence. Blaming him for it would be absurd. But on a precious weekend, with her husband off using another woman, leaving her — his own wife — with no man to fuck her, forced to come to service instead... that must have cut Laura to the bone. It would look, to her, like proof that she was inadequate as a cunt.
I offered her no unnecessary words of comfort. I simply said this:
"You need to become such an excellent cunt that your husband Frantz can't keep his hands off you every single weekend. Let's work toward that. Understood?"
"...Yes!"
Laura nodded, her eyes still full of shame — and yet, beneath it, a glint of resolve. Yes. That was enough. That resolve alone was already sufficient.
But separate from that, she still needed to be punished, didn't she?
I kicked Laura's ruined cunt with all my strength.
"GUEEEEEEEHHH!!?"
"You may return to your seat now. And never again let me see you masturbating during service."
"Th-thank... thank you!"
Laura somehow managed not to faint, and shuffled unsteadily back to her place. This, too, was only possible because she held gratitude toward the Cock in her heart.
"...Now then, I shall resume the Gospel. Please listen with reverence."