Chapter 2
When I read erotic fantasy, I hated the parts that rattled off the worldbuilding like an encyclopedia.
Some people call that preliminary exposition for the buildup, but it never sat right with me.
Erotic fantasy is built on arousal.
A few inconsistencies in the setting don't matter.
Do you really want a long-winded explanation for why a saintess gets gang-raped during her baptism ceremony?
Absolutely not.
What I wanted was intense arousal, not some tedious development.
To put it bluntly, I just wanted to see a saintess moaning as a dick fucked her.
That's why I liked ‘I Became the Surrogate Saintess of the Erotic Cult.’
It got me worked up right from the opening.
A saintess losing her virginity the moment the story began.
A saintess who wasn't a virgin?
The arousal born from that depraved relationship!
Now that I was in her shoes, though, it was hell.
When I entered the auditorium, naked men stood lined up like objects.
They looked just like mannequins arranged in a pitch-black room.
Creepy as fuck.
“I can't believe the future saintess is trying to sabotage the baptism ceremony.”
A man with golden hair that shimmered like the sun and yellow irises reproached me for my actions.
Plump cheeks, a triple chin, and an enormous belly that even his loose cassock couldn't hide.
I wondered if his body fat percentage was well over 40% before I opened my mouth.
“………Your Eminence, Cardinal Marblov.”
He was Cardinal Marblov of the Erotic Cult.
Honestly, he was closer to a piglet than a cardinal.
He was living proof of how fucking badly he neglected himself.
How had someone who looked a hundred thousand light-years removed from virtue ended up as a cardinal?
Why even wonder?
Wasn't this just the author's sordid desire to see a frail, beautiful saintess get raped by a pig like him?
If the beautiful girl weren't me, I probably would've enjoyed watching it.
If it weren't me.
Anyway, so people with faces like that really did exist.
Just looking at Marblov made me feel like throwing up, even though I hadn't eaten anything.
“Perhaps you dislike the venue for the baptism ceremony?”
You ask if I dislike the venue?
Of course I do. Why even ask?
I replied, the corners of my mouth twitching.
“………It seems Your Eminence likes it.”
The sarcasm was clear: Would you want to be surrounded by naked men?
Marblov's cheeks quivered as he laughed.
“I like it very much.”
……This guy was a cardinal?
This fucking cult was doomed.
Its insides were rotting viciously, like a chestnut eaten through by worms. How could it possibly function normally?
I hadn't read the original all the way through, but my reader's intuition told me the Erotic Cult would collapse halfway through.
“Shall we begin the baptism ceremony?”
The baptism ceremony.
It certainly wouldn't be a peaceful one.
I reflexively tried to step backward, but Priest Ronin behind me blocked my way.
His eyes held a subtle delight.
He seemed to be enjoying my dismay.
……You perverted bastard.
“D-do you think you'll be forgiven for doing this?!”
I never would've imagined I'd say such a clichéd line.
Of all the novels on my favorites list, why did I have to get transmigrated into a gender-swap corruption story?
My resentment was short-lived. At Cardinal Marblov's gesture, the naked men approached me.
“Don't come any closer!”
Even if I shouted, Priest Ronin had my arms restrained, so my words had no force.
I couldn't resist Priest Ronin's grip, either; a frail woman's strength was no match for a strong adult man.
The saintess's weak body didn't help.
My resistance was nothing but futile struggling.
No, it wasn't entirely futile.
Maybe my meager resistance aroused them, because their hands grew rougher as they stroked my body.
Unlike when I touched myself, having someone else touch my body felt profoundly alien.
To be honest, it was utterly unpleasant.
“Don't touch me! I said don't touch me! Fuck! You fucking bastards!”
I swung my arms and legs.
Even though struggling wouldn't change a thing, I thrashed like a fish caught in a net.
“The future saintess has quite a foul mouth.”
You think I'd have anything nice to say in this situation?
I gritted my teeth and resisted, but at some point my cassock had been taken off.
Once the clothes covering my body were gone, my plain underwear was exposed.
The white bra tightly cupped my rounded breasts, and the large white panties dutifully covered my private parts.
They were like my last line of defense.
But the men apparently didn't like even the underwear covering my genitals, because they stripped it off at once.
In an instant, I was naked.
I covered my chest with my left arm and my crotch with my right hand.
Even if I was mentally a man, all the blood rushed to my face at what was happening.
Being naked was embarrassing even for a man, right?
And being surrounded by this many people, all staring at me in real time?
I felt overwhelming shame.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
The word fuck invaded my mind like an exclamation.
I couldn't keep my composure.
So I gave up on acting like a saintess and showed my true nature.
“……Fuck, stop it, you bastards!”
Needless to say, they weren't the sort to stop just because I told them to.
Their eyes were already glistening with lecherous desire.
Cardinal Marblov smiled and said,
“You have a magnificent figure.”
That's sexual harassment, you fucking bastard.
Was that really something a cardinal should say?
I glared at him, breathing raggedly.
“……You son of a bitch.”
“Now then, let us begin the baptism ceremony.”
A typical baptism ceremony involved pouring holy water over the crown of one's head to cleanse the soul of impurity and make one pure.
Whether it actually had any spiritual effect aside, Cardinal Marblov's preparations were a far cry from those of a typical baptism ceremony.
He unbuckled his belt and took off his pants, then sprinkled the holy water in a glass bottle over his towering manhood.
Wow, my head's really starting to spin.
As I stared at the sight, speechless, Cardinal Marblov's balloon-swollen head let out a sound like air escaping.
“Heh heh, are you looking forward to it?”
You fucking bastard, do you think I am?
I struggled with all my might.
Beneath Cardinal Marblov's wobbling belly, a colossal tower rose skyward against gravity like an obelisk.
Looking at it made my entire concept of the size of a dick collapse.
Are you kidding me? That weapon's supposed to go inside me?
It's long enough to reach from my crotch to my ribs!
And what about the girth?
Now fear took over my mind.
I'd rather get stabbed with a knife than take that thing!
I opened my mouth wide, intending to bite down on my tongue, but—
“Oh, we can't have you doing something dangerous.”
Priest Ronin shoved a piece of cloth into my mouth at the perfect moment.
You demonic bastard.
I glared at him with a vicious expression.
He wore a faint smile.
Before long, a few men came over, pinned down my arms and legs, and forced me down like a dog.
Given the position, my ass was raised toward Cardinal Marblov.
He stared intently at my crotch and spoke with what sounded like satisfaction.
“You're still tightly closed, as befits someone who has never known a man.”
“Mmph! Mmph! Ngh!”
My mouth was gagged, but I screamed with all my might.
Stop this fucking bullshit!
Stop!
Why did they stop so readily in other novels but not here?
I desperately called out for everything from a status to a status window in my mind.
Unfortunately, ‘I Became the Surrogate Saintess of the Erotic Cult’ wasn't a game fantasy.
And so, my cries in my mind were swallowed by emptiness.
Like a soundless scream.
I whimpered and twisted my body this way and that, but the people threatening me were far too big.
My freedom was restrained as if a rock were crushing my entire body.
My eyes grew moist.
I had no choice but to admit it.
There was nowhere left to run.
How had I ended up like this?
I felt Marblov approaching from behind.
Thump, thump. His steps shook the floor so badly I thought an elephant was coming.
I steadied my trembling breath.
With a gag in my mouth, I took deep breaths through my nose.
What could I compare this to?
Right. I should think about the time an examination tool went into my anus at the proctology clinic.
Honestly, it was a shitty memory, but wasn't it somewhat similar to this situation?
“Priest Ronin. Remove the gag now. Don't you want to hear the future saintess's voice?”
At Cardinal Marblov's greasy command, Priest Ronin removed the cloth covering my mouth.
I seized the chance and immediately tried to bite down on my tongue, but……
“Aack.”
Something invisible blocked my mouth.
“Huh?”
Why couldn't I close my mouth?
Bewilderment consumed my mind.
As I stared in confusion, Marblov chuckled in a lust-filled voice.
“It is a divine art that even the saintess will be able to use someday, if she works at it.”
Wow, so divine arts could do something this incredible, too.
Frustrated that I couldn't bite my tongue, I felt despair.
“……You filthy pig.”
“Heh heh, what a foul mouth. Have you been pretending to be so demure all this time?”
His thick, fat-ringed fingers caressed my ass.
The unpleasant sensation made every hair on my body stand on end.
“Don't touch me!”
“Good elasticity, and a lovely shape.”
Like a butcher inspecting meat meant for slaughter, the cardinal felt me up all over.
Then his fingers moved along my groin toward the secret cleft.
“Eek!”
It was an involuntary moan.
His touch was that creepy.
Maybe my moan excited the cardinal even more, because his fingers sped up.
He began gently stroking my clitoris, the part commonly called a bean.
My body hadn't felt any pleasure at first, but I was gradually heating up, as if being warmed up.
How many minutes had he been touching me?
Marblov, despite his hideous appearance, was surprisingly skilled at sexually teasing me.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the disconnect between his skill and his appearance as a total virgin.
As he roughly touched my clitoris, a shiver began to run through me.
Something's coming.
Something good is coming.
“Hah, hngh, ngh.”
A wave of pleasure that blanked my mind surged through me, and the moans I'd been holding back burst out.
I had experienced a woman's climax.
For a while, I trembled and convulsed.
I couldn't believe the reality that I'd come at a man's hands.
Cardinal Marblov came around to face me and showed me his fingers.
His fingers were covered in a thick, transparent liquid.
It was my vaginal fluid.
“Do you see how wet you are? Most virgins aren't very sensitive, but you, future saintess, are truly exceptional. Perhaps you enjoy masturbating more than I expected?”
“………You pervert.”
“Is that really something you should say, future saintess, when you're dripping wet after just a few touches?”
Grit.
Humiliated, I bit my lip and looked away.
Marblov guffawed and went back behind me.
“Hngh!”
There was a reason for my sudden moan.
Something hot and throbbing touched my tailbone.
It was quite long and thick.
I could quickly guess what it was.
Cardinal Marblov's dick.
I felt my mind burn completely white.
“What a cute little moan.”
The cardinal's words crept up on me like a snake, adding to my stress.
Now I knew what it felt like to think my head was going to explode.
“Shut your mouth, fucker.”
Instead of inserting it right away, he began rubbing his enormous dick against the mound of my pussy.
I felt a shame I'd never experienced before.
Because part of me was gradually starting to feel pleasure from the act.
‘My body is sensitive.’
I didn't know if it was because I'd just climaxed from having my clitoris touched, but my body was quite heated.
And because I couldn't see what was behind me, my sense of touch had become quite sensitive, too.
With him rubbing at my crotch in the middle of all that, I couldn't think straight.
“You f-fucking b-bastard, s-stop i-it, I-I said!”
I shouted and cursed.
I couldn't speak as loudly as before.
Waves of pleasure kept interrupting what I was trying to say.
Unlike when he toyed with my clit, the sensation of flesh against flesh aroused me in its own strange way.
This was the moment I finally understood the saying that, unlike men's pleasure, a woman's entire body was an erogenous zone.
Suddenly, the cardinal placed a hand on my side.
And I felt the large head of his cock tapping against the folds of my pussy.
The moment had come.
Fear seized me.
“……Please stop.”
My words must have felt like expensive seasoning to him.
Even so, I had no choice but to beg.
It was the only freedom I was allowed.
“Saintess. I will now perform the baptism ceremony.”
Squelch, tear.
“Hyaa.”
I took the man inside me.