Sea’s Temple Stay (3)
The next morning, Sea’s “education” began. Once the morning purification rite was complete, Aki lined up the four women—including Sea—in front of the altar, forcing them to kneel in a row.
Koharu lit a small incense burner, filling the living room with a sweet, exotic fragrance that calmed the mind while subtly stirring an inexplicable excitement.
“Our day begins with praise for the Master and ends with praise for the Master.” Aki’s voice resonated low and solemn, like that of a high priestess in the temple.
“The Master is not here now, but his will watches over us always. Every thought, every breath, every moan of ours. Not a single moment must waver. Repeat after me.”
Aki began the chant, and Chiharu and Koharu followed in perfect unison. It was a prayer, but its words were the most obscene and humiliating oath of submission Sea could imagine.
“O great Master, we wretched bitches grovel at your feet.”
“Our bodies are yours, and our hearts are yours.”
“Our wombs are the holy grails to receive your seed, and our three holes exist solely for your pleasure.”
“Use us, and find joy in our screams.”
⟨ Oath of the Lewd Slaves ⟩
Sea bit her lip, unable to repeat such words. But the moment defiance flickered in her heart, the Salvation Stigmata on her lower abdomen erupted in waves of burning pleasure.
“Hngh...♡” A moan escaped her lips unbidden.
“Your voice is too soft, little one.” Aki’s cold gaze fixed on her. “If the Master cannot hear you, your existence will be forgotten. Again.”
In the end, tears streaming down her face, Sea tremblingly recited the humiliating prayer after them. Her resistance was utterly powerless against the stigmata’s enforced ecstasy.
Once the praise ended, Aki singled out Sea. “You still don’t understand the value of your body. In this temple, our flesh is not merely a tool for pleasure. It is the holiest instrument of service to the Master.”
Aki suddenly shed her cheongsam. Her voluptuous, ripe naked form gleamed in the morning sunlight.
“Behold.” She pointed to a single drop of water on the floor, then dropped to all fours, using her long, lustrous hair like a silk rag to wipe it away.
“Everything in this temple belongs to the Master. Thus, purifying it demands our bodies. Our hair is the satin cloth that cleans where his feet tread.” She extended her tongue and licked the floor in a long stroke. “Our tongues are sacred tools to dust his throne of authority. Our saliva is the holy oil marking this temple’s domain.”
Aki rose, seized Sea’s chin, and forced her to meet her eyes. “Prove your worth. Clean the throne’s leg... with your tongue. Leave not a speck of dust.”
Sea shook her head in revulsion, but Aki’s gaze brooked no refusal. Her stigmata blazed again, compelling obedience.
Sobbing, Sea prostrated before the throne and began licking the cold, hard obsidian leg with her hot tongue. In the humiliating sensation of her saliva coating it, her mind began to fracture bit by bit.
By afternoon, Chiharu dragged her to the garden. “A flabby body like yours can’t properly serve the Master at night.” Her words dripped contempt as she handed Sea her magic bow. “Draw it.”
Sea strained with a grunt, but the string didn’t budge. It was no longer a bow for human strength.
“As expected.” Chiharu snatched it back and drew it effortlessly. A sinister twang echoed.
“Training here isn’t about building strength. It’s about learning to receive.” She kicked Sea’s back, forcing her down, then whipped her ass mercilessly with the bow’s rigid body.
Smack!
“Aaaah!”
“Grow accustomed to this pain. Every act of the Master is a reward. Even if it feels like agony to you. Your body must be trained to accept even that as pleasure.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! As the bow reddened her ass and thighs, the stigmata mocked the pain, converting it into overpowering pleasure waves that dominated her brain. Her screams turned to moans, her body writhing instinctively, hips shaking in craving for the next strike.
At night, Koharu supported the exhausted Sea to her room. “It hurt a lot, didn’t it, big sis? It’s okay. Bodily pain can be sublimated through faith in the Master.”
In her room—a fanatic’s chapel—Koharu sat Sea at the desk and booted up the computer, displaying every news article, fan art, and analysis she’d collected on the Crow Sorcerer and the Fox Mask.
“Look, big sis. These are our Master’s feats. The whole world fears, worships, and desires him. We’re privileged to serve him closest of all.” She pulled out the dildo she’d bought. “And this is his holy relic. When the Master is far, we feel his presence through it and prove our faith.”
Koharu turned it on and placed it in Sea’s hands. “Now, big sis. Gaze at the Master on screen. Imagine this relic entering you, purifying your filth, claiming you as his. This isn’t lewdness. It’s... the most devout prayer.”
With trembling hands, Sea took it. Her eyes blurred with the savior slaughtering monsters, the Fox Mask firing arrows beside him, and his proxy in her grasp—a chaotic vortex. Succumbing to Koharu’s soft whispers and the irresistible thirst from her stigmata, she finally inserted it herself.
After the evening rite, the three women and one bird immersed in meditation for their Master. Aki sat rigidly by the throne, pondering the harem’s order and next service. Chiharu honed her muscles at the garden window with image training. Koharu, with Corax on her shoulder, whispered to Sea at the altar’s base about proper prayer posture and mindset.
Sea mimicked her, forehead to the floor, but her mind was chaos. The humiliating pose, the thick scent of aroused females and the Master’s lingering aura—it all stimulated her stigmata, setting her body ablaze.
It was then.
Kuuuung— It wasn’t sound. It was space itself screaming, twisting in overwhelming mana waves. The vibration from the basement depths shook the entire house—and every soul within.
“!” Everything halted. Aki’s serene meditation, Chiharu’s sharp focus, Koharu’s pious prayer—all shattered before the colossal pulse.
Whoosh! The brands on the four women’s lower abdomens ignited in unison, blazing with scorching heat like a promised signal. Not mere warmth—this was the herald torch of the Master’s descent.
“Ah... aaah...♡” Four voices erupted in mingled agony and ecstasy. Their bodies arched like bows, thighs slickening with hot, sticky arousal piercing every nerve.
Corax flapped in a screeching panic, soaring up before sensing its Master and trembling in awe as it settled back on Koharu’s shoulder.
“Master...!” Aki recovered first, her eyes flashing with matronly reason and bitch-in-heat madness. “Everyone, to the basement! Hurry!”
Her cry was the signal. The four women bolted like beasts in rut, silk fluttering wildly, bare feet slapping cold marble.
No hierarchy, no dignity—only desperate rivalry to prostrate first, claim his first glance, his first touch.
The basement door opened to a scene beyond the human world. The center swirled like a crimson-black sun rising, a dimensional gate howling like hell’s maw.
Ozone from warping space mingled with the overwhelming mana scent flooding their lungs. Then, a silhouette emerged slowly from the vortex.
An imposing figure. A cloak of hundreds of raven feathers blacker than shadow draped his shoulders. His face hid behind a eerie plague doctor’s beak mask, topped by a twisted wizard’s hat pulled low.
As his first boot hit the basement floor, the wailing gate sealed silently behind him.
Perfect silence fell. In it lingered only one ruler—and four bitches groveling at his feet.
Aki bowed deepest, forehead to floor. Chiharu tensed beside her, ready for command. Koharu quivered in rapture, nearly flat in full prostration. And Sea... gazed up in terror-awe, instinctively matching them in her life’s most humiliating, perfect pose.
Jinwoo silently surveyed the naked souls at his feet. His gaze swept Aki’s flawless submission, Chiharu’s feral edge, Koharu’s blind faith.
Finally, it settled on the trembling new runt, Kim Sea.
The black voids of his mask pierced her. He approached slowly. His leather boot halted at her nose.
He leaned down, gloved hand seizing her quivering chin, forcing her head up.
“H... ugh...” His mask filled her vision. She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut in terror, but his grip forbade it.
“Your... education seems to have gone well.” His voice rumbled low and cold, like from hell’s depths, shaking her eardrums—and soul.
At the sound, her stigmata exploded in ecstatic waves, soaking her thighs anew.
“But...” His fingers trailed her tear-streaked cheek, gentle yet chillingly icy. “...it’s not enough. Not nearly.”
His gaze shifted to the other three bitches, peering with jealousy and longing.
“Tonight... I’ll finish your education myself.”