Chapter 160 - Faith vs. Libido

I’m currently in the middle of an audience with some serious crazies. The Photon Cult.

They’re your typical "foul-smelling" hypocrites, blatantly using divine teachings as a tool for political dominance. I bet the gods are weeping, seeing their names dragged through the mud by people like this.

"O wise Lord of this land! Make your decision! This nation craves the Photon Faith! Only by destroying wicked heresies and spreading the teachings of Light can the people find true happiness!!"

The one shrieking these one-sided demands is a priestess sent by the cult. Gender: Female.

She’s dressed in a white robe that screams "holy and pure," but her actual vibe is the exact opposite. While the loose robe makes her figure hard to read, her face is undeniably beautiful. It’s a damn shame her brain has been rotted by such insane dogma.

"Wake up, ignorant King!" "Face the magnificence of the Photon Faith!" "Annihilate the heretics! Fill the world with Light! All is according to the will of the Photon God!!"

The crowd behind her is just as noisy. These aren't people you can reason with. At the end of the day, no matter how much you "win" an argument, if the other party refuses to accept reality, nothing is resolved. Logic is a hollow tool when the listener lacks the sense to grasp it.

"I see... discussion won't solve this anymore." 

"!"

As I stood up, the priestess and her flock tensed, bracing themselves.

"Do you intend to resort to violence? If you do, the condemnation from neighboring nations will be inevitable!"

"I already told you that those threats won't work on me. But relax, I’m not going to use military force. I have... a different method."

"A different method?"

Not logic, not violence. There’s a third option in my parameter list perfectly suited for cleaning up messes like this.

"Let me ask you one thing: is your faith truly unshakable?" 

"What?"

The priestess and her followers were momentarily caught off guard by the sudden question, which quickly turned into indignation.

"You ask the obvious! Our faith is absolute! No matter what wicked obstacles arise, our devotion will never waver!!"

"You said it."

Then let's put that claim to the test.

"Through my skills."

Time has passed, and after having sex hundreds of times a day, my [Pole Master] skills have evolved significantly. I’ve gained new ones, and the old ones have become more powerful—or more conveniently specialized.

One of the new [Pole Master] skills I’ve mastered...

"Spatial Skill: [Pool of Wine and Forest of Meat]!!"

The moment the skill activated... the air in the room shifted. Specifically, it turned a distinct shade of pink.

"Wh-what is this...!?"

The priestess, Stra, immediately noticed the change. She was visibly shaken by the unknown phenomenon.

"This is one of my skills. It doesn't target me or an enemy directly; it acts upon the space itself."

"A spatial skill!? One of the ultimate skills said to be the pinnacle of power!?"

Apparently so. The [Pole Master] spatial skill: [Pool of Wine and Forest of Meat]. I think the name makes its effect pretty easy to imagine.

Correct! Just as you thought, it turns the surrounding space into a zone of extreme eroticism. Anyone who breathes in that pink-tinted air—or rather, anyone whose skin even touches it—is instantly overwhelmed by lust, wanting to have sex with anyone nearby.

For a man, it’s like three years of enforced celibacy hitting all at once. For a woman, it’s like the peak of pre-menstrual libido concentrated fifty times over.

Within this pink space I’ve created, whether you’re a saint or a sage, you have no choice but to become a sex-crazed ape, thrusting your hips rhythmically. It truly turns the room into a "forest of naked flesh" intoxicated by the air.

It’s a terrifying skill for some—especially for those who usually hide behind a facade of "purity and righteousness."

"Now then, most pious followers of the Photon Cult. Since you are within this space, your libido must be skyrocketing."

"You...!?"

Stra, the priestess at the front, was definitely feeling the effects. Her face was flushed deep crimson, and her inner thighs were fidgeting restlessly.

"But if your faith is the real deal, surely you can easily suppress such base desires? After all, lust is the most beastly of human emotions, the concept furthest removed from divine reason."

"O-of course! We, who know the divine path, could never succumb to filthy lust! We are the pure, holy disciples of Photon!!"

How brave. Then how about this? If you can stay in this pink space until the very end without losing your reason, I might just accept your demands. I'll make your cult the state religion or whatever you want.

"You said it! The victory of God is as good as guaranteed! We shall crush this beastly desire with our God-given reason and build a Holy City on this very ground!!" Stra declared heroically.

Three seconds later.

"Ahya-heeeeeeeee!! ❤️❤️ Pussy! ❤️❤️ My pussy feels so goooooood!! ❤️❤️ This is the best ever!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

A magnificent "instant-down." Not so much an "instant-down in two manga panels" as it was an "instant-down in two lines of text." Or maybe three?

Either way, with a speed that would shock even the Light itself, the holy priestess of the Photon Cult had stripped off her pure robes and was standing stark naked, her breasts and rear fully exposed. And she was currently taking my meat-pole all the way to the hilt in her dripping, loosened canal.

"Ohiiiiii!! ❤️❤️ My pussy feels so good! ❤️❤️ Your cock feels incredibleeeee!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

If this isn't the definition of "falling to lust," I don't know what is.

Stripped of her white robes, the priestess's naked body was well-fleshed, with large breasts and a round, plump rear. They must eat well in the cult, I thought, looking at those curves. And seeing her smooth, white skin, it was easy to imagine she spared no expense on grooming. In short: being a high-ranking priestess pays well.

And that high-priced, polished body was now nothing more than a sex toy for me to play with. There was a certain sense of superiority in defiling a body fattened up by the offerings of pious believers.

Let's make that rear slap one more time.

"Ohoooooo!! ❤️❤️ You're grinding the very back of my pussy!! ❤️❤️ This cock reaches all the way in!! ❤️❤️"

The priestess surrendered completely, swinging her hips back and forth, side to side. Her movements were definitely those of someone experienced. Even without knowing the details, I could tell for sure this wasn't her first time.

But aren't clergy supposed to be paragons of virtue? Some sects don't even allow marriage. So why the experience? Curious, I asked her while we were banging.

"Hahiiiiii!! ❤️❤️ That’s right! I’m a highly experienced, slutty priestess!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

Ho? Tell me more.

"Most female followers in the Photon Cult are held by their superior priests! ❤️❤️ We’re just tools for sexual relief!! ❤️❤️ Women can't get promoted unless they let themselves be held, so even if they hate it at first, they eventually open their legs!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

I see. Listening to a woman announce her sexual history while I'm actually ravishing her is quite a turn-on.

"And once you reach a certain rank, you find young, handsome male followers to enjoy yourself with! ❤️❤️ You vent your frustration by doing sadistic plays to bottom-tier followers who can't resist you, stuff you can't do with your bosses!! Ahyaaaaaaa!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

I increased the speed of my thrusts into the depths of her womb, her voice rising to a high-pitched squeal from the explosive stimulation.

"But, but, this sex right now is the best ever!! ❤️❤️ Better than the old bishops, better than the virgin followers—this pole is the best!! ❤️❤️ Divine bliss has descended upon my pussy!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

My, what a lust-covered believer. I wonder what the regular followers would think if they saw their priestess in such a state?

As I mentioned, she had brought many followers to use as pressure against me. Those nearly one hundred followers were also trapped in the pink space of my skill. And what became of them...?

""""Please hold us tooooooooooooo!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️""""

It wasn't "them" (males); it was "them" (females). Initially, their genders were hidden under those white cloaks, but now that their brains were dyed pink by [Pool of Wine and Forest of Meat], they had tossed aside their clothes as useless obstacles. What remained were slender waists, round rears, and breasts of all shapes and sizes.

"They were all women?"

I wondered why they’d been sorted like that, but with a hundred young, naked women in front of me, there was only one thing to do. The skill had already blown the fuse on their reason. They were all thrusting their rears out and opening their legs voluntarily, so I just had to plow them one by one.

"Ah-haaaaahn!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️" 

"Ah-ha, ah-ha!! ❤️❤️ You're grinding my uterus!! ❤️❤️" 

"I've never felt such a magnificent pole!! ❤️❤️ It's nothing like the priest's limp dick!! Aaaaaaaaah!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

It seems almost all the cult leadership uses their power to prey on female followers. How utterly disgraceful. I felt a sudden urge to destroy the cult, though for a very different reason than before.

However, a question flickered in the back of my mind the moment I realized they were all women. Why were only female followers sent here?

The Photon Cult surely isn't only women. From what she said, the leaders preying on them are men, so the upper echelons are likely male-dominated. Organized religions usually have a strong patriarchal lean, after all.

And yet, only women were sent to me. I smelled something intentional. A quick investigation would reveal that I am a super-dreadnought-class... or "mega-class" woman-lover.

Is this... a honey trap?

But what would they gain by letting me plow all these women? In my previous world, they might aim for a scandal, but in this fantasy world, the concept of a "scandal" doesn't even exist. A gift for a woman-loving King? If so, they should have established that beforehand to buy my favor. A "gift" sent without a greeting is just a suspicious package.

The most likely reason? To create a pretext for an accusation. They let me ravish the followers so they can play the victim and demand "compensation," gaining some sort of leverage over me. It seems roundabout and almost unnecessary, but it's the most realistic theory.

How should I handle this...?

"There is no need to think..."

Whoa!? What was that!? Suddenly, a blinding light shone from above, as if the sun itself had fallen into the room!

"I have witnessed your staggering life force. You are the one I have recognized, a talent worthy of being called the King of Light...!"

What's going on!? Who’s speaking!? Who are you!?

"I am the one the whole human race is meant to worship, the God of Photon... though it might be easier for you to understand if I say it this way: I am Photon, the Spirit of Light."

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