Chapter 0
‘I Became the Surrogate Saintess of the Erotic Cult.’
It was both the title of a novel I'd favorited and buried in my memory, and a sentence describing the situation I found myself in.
How had I ever favorited a piece of shit like that?
The reason was simple.
I was horny.
As you'd expect from such an explicit title, there were a few descriptions that made you wince.
Still, they weren't bad enough to make me seriously uncomfortable.
What was the fundamental reason to read erotic fantasy novels in the first place?
Wasn't it to get my dick worked up?
From that perspective, ‘I Became the Surrogate Saintess of the Erotic Cult.’ was a work that stirred up some extremely raw lust.
I did drop it midway, though, because the protagonist's mental breakdown came through the page as the story progressed.
I sighed and lowered my head.
Looking down, I saw a pair of breasts rising prominently.
Beneath them were a slender waist and curvy hips.
A voluptuous figure that was impossible to mistake for a man's body.
On top of that, there was the empty feeling between my legs.
A chill ran down my spine.
To think I'd possessed the body of a character in a novel I'd favorited and then forgotten.
I regretted not unfavoriting it when I dropped it, just to be safe.
If I made a hundred concessions, becoming a woman was fine.
No, fuck, even with a hundred concessions, it still fucking sucked—but fine, I said it was fine.
I wasn't just a woman, either. I was a ‘saintess,’ no less.
In a fantasy world, being a saintess was one of the cushier professions.
Pray a little, toss out some healing from the back line, and that was enough to pull your weight, right?
For an ordinary modern person who'd never learned close-quarters combat, it was the optimal, best possible job.
They say safety first, no matter what.
But the important thing here was that I hadn't possessed an ordinary saintess.
As the title of the novel I'd possessed made clear, I was a ‘surrogate saintess.’
A surrogate.
A fucker.
A goddamn fucking fucker.
Call her a saintess all you want.
What was she but a whore serving as the cult's personal cum receptacle?
I looked around.
It was the interior of an ordinary cathedral.
On the surface.
At night, though, it became a mating ground where all kinds of lewd acts were carried out.
The forgotten introduction to the novel slowly came back to me like a nightmare.
The day the protagonist was first appointed saintess.
He realized something was wrong.
The baptism ceremony, which should have been grand and sacred.
He found himself surrounded by countless naked men.
At first, he couldn't believe it, but before long, he realized it was real.
It was the day the male protagonist lost his virginity, and the opening of his hellish life.
The male lead's mind slowly crumbling under all manner of extreme acts.
The process of a man from the modern world being gradually conditioned into becoming a saintess of the Erotic Cult could hardly be called pleasant.
There's no point in telling the rest of the story.
Just like the title says, he became the Erotic Cult's surrogate saintess.
That was what awaited me.
The thought sent another chill through me.
Of all the novels I'd favorited, I had to end up in this shitty place.
I was furious at the sheer absurdity of being possessed in a way that had no regard for plausibility.
Could I endure that brainwashing-like sexual torture?
I guarantee I couldn't. Not a chance.
So, I had to escape.
The answer was to get the hell out of this insane fucking cult as soon as possible.
Just as I hurried to move.
Tap, tap.
Someone touched my shoulder.
I flinched and turned around.
A priest with neatly parted brown hair and a composed appearance was smiling warmly at me.
“Aria, the baptism ceremony will begin soon.”
What, a baptism ceremony?
My body stiffened at those words.
I fervently prayed I'd misheard.
Wasn't it too much for an unavoidable crisis to hit the moment I possessed this body?
At least give me time to think.
I was about to experience the disgusting things the novel's protagonist had gone through?
That experience that would make my sanity crumble just from reading about it?
“Ah, is that so, Father Ronin.”
A clear, bright voice, like glass beads rolling, came from my vocal cords.
Was I trembling right now?
Father Ronin looked me over and tilted his head.
“Perhaps you're nervous with the baptism ceremony just around the corner.”
Yeah.
Thinking about getting impaled on another man's dick has me shivering to the bone, you son of a bitch.
When I silently nodded, Father Ronin smiled amiably.
“Please don't worry too much. It'll all pass as naturally as the passing of a day.”
Being gang-raped was something that just passed naturally?
Had the priest lived in some kind of pain-free kingdom?
I hadn't noticed when reading it, but his face was truly repulsive.
This bastard was the one who'd shoved his dick in without mercy even while the saintess cried and begged.
Did he actually like it when the saintess cried?
From a distance, he looked like a talented evangelist for getting people horny, but up close, he was the most dangerous man imaginable.
‘Should I just smash his head in?’
It wasn't a good idea.
Cracking the skull of one bastard like this wouldn't let me escape the Erotic Cult.
The Erotic Cult's cathedral was surprisingly well guarded.
I'd definitely be caught and punished even more harshly.
To escape, I needed to do something that would cause a commotion.
‘Should I set a fire?’
That was a bad move too.
As befitted this shitty fantasy world, magic could easily put out a fire.
The setting was a world where magic was widely available, so there was no loophole to exploit.
There was no way.
No way...
How had Father Ronin taken my hesitation?
Father Ronin made a pitying face, then patted my shoulder with his large hand.
“Aria. It's admirable how much you're worrying about this. It feels like only yesterday I thought of you as my own daughter, and now you've already risen to the position of the cult's saintess. After today, I won't be able to speak so casually with you anymore.”
Father Ronin spoke as if he truly regretted it.
You son of a bitch. So you were the bastard who asked his daughter what dick tasted like.
Feeling no small amount of culture shock, I let my words trail off.
“……Father Ronin.”
“As a saintess, you must behave with even greater dignity and composure. Now then, shall we head to the venue?”
The venue.
He was referring to the place where the baptism ceremony would be held.
It was surely crawling with men like cockroaches.
I realized I was fucked.
Whether or not he knew my feelings had changed, Father Ronin began walking without a care.
His footsteps sounded like those of an executioner leading a condemned man to his death.
Suddenly, he stopped and stared at me.
His gaze was distinctly cold.
“Why are you standing there?”
I wanted to walk too, but my feet wouldn't budge, as if they were stuck to the ground.
Was it because I knew all too well what would happen if I went?
Maybe my body was psychologically resisting.
“……I'll go.”
I moved my reluctant feet and followed him.
My heart pounded.
If I went on like this, I was definitely fucked.
I had to come up with something before then.
But what?
I suddenly looked at the Bible I'd been holding ever since I first possessed this body.
It was reasonably hefty.
Maybe it was heavy enough to use as a bludgeon.
I'd heard on the news that a Korean dictionary swung with all your strength could deal a tremendous blow to someone's skull.
This Bible was about as heavy as a dictionary, so maybe it could work?
The tempting sight of Father Ronin's ample back as he walked ahead of me.
One good hit.
Hit him squarely and make a run for it.
* * *
Creak, creak.
The bed creaked loudly.
“What are you thinking about, Saintess?”
“Hngh, back then... I should've crushed your stupid head... ngh!”
The saintess let out aroused, breathy sighs, then soon shuddered.
She had climaxed.
As she breathed roughly, her ample breasts rose and fell.
The priest watched the motion with delight, stroking the black hair of the saintess, Aria, as he spoke.
“Your words and actions still show that you haven't realized your role as a saintess. It's all right. There's plenty of time for correction.”
Ronin wore a leering smile as he caressed the slit between the saintess's legs.
Though Aria was already climaxing, continued stimulation made her writhe as if in a fit.
“Ah, ngh.”
In the end, the priest's persistent fingers brought on another climax while she was still in the middle of one.
He—no, she—gaped and convulsed so badly she could barely breathe.
“Fuuuck... ngh! Ah... ngh, s-stop, p-please.”
“I'm afraid I can't. This is an education that will continue until you realize you are the cult's saintess.”
A single room in the basement of a cathedral.
That room was called the Chamber of Repentance.