Sea’s Temple Stay (2)
"Come here and sit down, my new little maknae."
As if sensing the awakening of her fighting instincts, Aki flashed a matronly yet icily cold smile and pulled out a chair from the dining table. It was a gesture of welcome, but at the same time, an unspoken pressure declaring, 'I set the rules here.'
Sea felt herself drawn inexorably toward the table, led by Koharu. The table was laid with a lavish Japanese banquet the likes of which she had never even glimpsed in her life—gleaming premium sashimi, intricately carved vegetables, and a clear soup sending up wisps of steam. Every dish was crafted from priceless porcelain, and even the chopsticks were lacquered ebony.
She sat between Koharu and Chiharu like a prisoner. Directly across from her was Aki, and at the head of the table sat an empty chair, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Before that chair lay tableware far more ornate than anyone else's, meticulously arranged. It was the master's seat.
The meal began in silence. Instead of saying grace, the three women bowed their heads briefly toward the empty chair at the head, offering a silent prayer. It was a solemn ritual, as if awaiting permission from an unseen master. Sea awkwardly followed suit, with no choice.
In the hush, only the occasional clink of tableware broke the quiet. But beneath that silence raged an invisible war of probing glances and power plays.
Aki ate with elegant movements, yet her gaze never left Sea. She scrutinized her clumsy chopstick work, the sounds of her chewing, even the way she sipped her water—evaluating and analyzing the newcomer as the matriarch of this harem. Her eyes conveyed a clear message: 'You're nothing but an untamed wild animal, ignorant of everything. That's fine. I'll carve the rules of this temple into your very body... most kindly, one by one.'
Chiharu barely touched her food. Arms crossed, she lounged against her chair, brazenly scanning Sea from head to toe. Her eyes lingered longest on Sea's voluptuous breasts and porcelain skin, comparing them to her own honed, athletic body. 'You think that soft, flabby flesh can satisfy Master? You're useless for anything but screaming in pleasure, you bitch.' Her gaze mixed the contempt of a senior bitch with sharp wariness toward this new rival's different allure.
Only Koharu showed pure goodwill. "Unnie, try this too. It's egg custard that Aki-unnie made— the best in the world!" She scooped some from her own portion onto Sea's plate. But even that innocent act felt like bizarre pressure to Sea. This girl... truly believed this hellish situation was 'happiness.' That blind faith chilled her more than any hostility.
Finally, Aki broke the silence. "We should introduce ourselves. I am Aki. As you can see, I manage this temple and ensure Master's well-being... as his wife and your eldest sister."
She emphasized 'wife', glancing at Chiharu and Koharu.
"I'm Chiharu," she said curtly. "Master's blade and hunting dog. I handle all the dirty work for crybabies like you who can't do anything else."
"I'm Koharu!" Koharu beamed brightly. "Master's first shrine maiden, overseeing all the temple's rituals! And this is Corax. The holy messenger Master sent us." She pointed to her shoulder, where Corax had perched, staring at Sea with crimson eyes.
Now all three gazes turned to Sea—your turn.
"I... I'm Kim Sea..." Her voice was barely a whisper. She bit her lip, unsure what to say next. 'I'm your first bitch'? 'I'm your onahole'? No title fit this bizarre dinner.
Aki's cold voice cut through her silence. "Yes, Sea. You're Master's 'first,' aren't you?" She spat 'first' like it tasted foul. "But remember this: 'first' doesn't mean 'best.' Here, rank is determined by how much greater joy you bring Master and how useful you become. You've only just toed the starting line."
She nodded toward the empty head chair. "And that seat belongs to us all. To earn the right to sit there with the one who claims it, we trample each other, steal everything from one another—becoming the ultimate bitch. Understand, my sweet... little maknae?"
That tender yet cruel declaration sent chills racing across Sea's skin. The delicious food on the table now tasted like sand. She realized this wasn't just a harem. It was a beautiful, brutal arena where four bitches serving one god tore each other apart for his sole favor.
Aki's ruthless declaration froze the air at the table. Sea could swallow no more food. She simply felt her pathetic place under those three pairs of eyes—the matriarch's icy judgment, the huntress's sharp vigilance, the maiden's twisted pity.
As the meal ended, Aki dabbed her lips gracefully with a napkin and rose. "Now that dinner's done, it's time for a tour of the temple, little maknae. You must see clearly the new world you'll live in from now on."
She led like a queen, Koharu tugging Sea's arm, Chiharu following with arms crossed.
Their first stop: the basement.
"This is where it all began," Aki said, opening the door. Cool air wafted out, laced with a faint metallic tang. In the center of the marble floor, where the summoning gate had once opened, faint crimson-black traces of mana lingered.
"Master descends and departs to other worlds through here. Just like my daughter Chiharu brought you." Aki nodded toward a bizarre wooden cross on one wall, with whips and ropes beneath. "And this... sometimes serves as a sacred altar to punish the irreverent or teach obedient bitches new pleasures."
Her gaze met Chiharu's; the huntress frowned faintly, recalling the sting of whips on her back and ass. Sea shuddered at the thought of one day being bound there.
Next, back to the first-floor hallway. Aki stopped before the grotesque display case Sea had glimpsed descending earlier. "And these... are our living history, proofs of loyalty offered to Master."
She pointed to three small ebony boxes atop it. "Open them."
With trembling hands, Sea opened the first. Inside lay a ring intricately woven from long black hair and short, curly pubic hair. "When Master desired all of us, we gladly cut our head hair and even the most intimate strands. This is the first vow of offering our bodies entirely."
Aki indicated a small crystal vial and a glass orb gleaming like pearl beside it. "And these... are our virginities." Pride laced her voice. "By Master's power, I regained my lost maidenhood, and with my two daughters, we offered our 'firsts' anew. This vial holds the blood we shed that day; the orb preserves our torn hymens eternally. Soon... you'll offer yours here too."
Finally, three diamond-like crystals sparkling brilliantly. "These are the most precious tributes. All the fluids from our moments of pleasure, humiliation, and ecstasy—love juices, sweat, tears—crystallized by Master himself. Our very souls."
Dizziness washed over Sea at these horrific yet beautiful offerings. These women literally dismantled themselves for him. She glanced at the wall stamps again—not mere art, but holy icons etched from their very bodies.
They moved to the vast bathroom. Steam billowed with rich hinoki aroma and a faint, sweet undercurrent of bodily fluids assaulting her nose. A massive hinoki bath steamed impossibly large for a home. But what seized her attention were the dozens of used cosmetics, massage oils, and bizarre adult toys scattered on walls and floating trays.
"This is the most vital place of service, washing away Master's fatigue," Aki said, perching on the edge like lost in memory. "Some days... we three enter together, licking his body clean from hair to between his toes."
Koharu blushed and nodded.
"Other days..." Aki's eyes gleamed lecherously, "...we perform rituals here to bear Master's child. In the hot water, our bodies grow exquisitely sensitive, perfect for receiving his seed."
She picked up a wall-mounted dildo, waving it before Sea; faint, sticky traces clung to it. "Every tool here pleasures Master more—or trains us. Soon... you'll prove your worth here too."
Sea imagined her body ravaged with them in that scalding water, her lower abdomen's stigmata burning hot once more.
Finally, Aki led them upstairs. Three doors lined the hall.
"This is my room." Aki opened the first. Luxurious furniture and elegant decor reflected her taste. But at the king-size bed's headboard hung glossy black leather cuffs like prized ornaments. Nightstand: neatly capped lube bottles; a silk pouch held used condoms from varied play—relics of sacred rites, not trash.
"This was once the marital bedroom with the man who fathered my daughters. Now it's my altar for the true master. His traces are buried under Master's seed without remainder."
Her gaze drifted to the elegant white vanity—now a shrine proving her new faith. Family photos gone; replaced by a single icon of Jinwoo, seated arrogantly like a world-conquering god. Her old luxury perfumes shoved aside; center stage: his skin lotion, thick with his scent.
"That vanity is my new temple. The old me died there, reborn as Master's bitch. You'll learn soon: not abandoning the past, but swearing new pleasure and loyalty atop its corpse. That's a true bitch's joy."
"This is Koharu's room." It was where Sea had awakened; the walls' obsessive portraits still screamed fanaticism.
And last, Chiharu's room—spartan, just bed and wardrobe. But walls bore trophies of past and present. One side: her shattered arrows from battling the kappa, humiliating symbols of weakness. Beside: the largest glossy black feather torn from a harpy, proud first victory for Master. Between: her blood- and fluid-stained black latex huntress suit on a mannequin, unwashed. Atop a small ebony stand: her fox mask like a holy relic.
Sea's breath caught. That mask. The one that mocked her, stuffed her into the carrier. Its white porcelain gleamed demonically; red markings curled like a mocking smirk. Chiharu's new face, her power's symbol—Sea's brand of humiliation.
"Each of us serves Master in our way," Aki said in the hall, gripping Sea's shoulder. "I, as matriarch, tend his nights and rest. Chiharu wields his blade against foes. Koharu communes as his maiden. You... Kim Sea, how will you prove your worth?"
Aki's cold question stabbed her heart. What could she do? In this perfectly built harem, what role could topple these women for his favor?
"Take your time... think," Aki whispered devilishly in her ear. "But not too long. Useless bitches... get culled first."
She returned to her room, leaving Sea alone. Chiharu and Koharu vanished into theirs. Alone amid shut doors, lewd stamps, and the lingering aura of dominance, Sea desperately pondered her survival.