"Did you call me, Saintess…? Huh? Divine Beast?"
"Ah, hello. Sister." Angela, summoned by Clya to the Saintess's room, stared wide-eyed at the unexpected sight.
A spacious desk large enough for two or three people to lie down. And a large, ornate chair, ordered by Clya, placed opposite the desk.
Sitting in the Saintess's chair was not Clya, who had summoned her, but the divine beast, Shimo.
"Ah, hello… um, Saintess, she…?"
"…It will be over soon. She said please wait a moment."
"Eh? Over means…?"
"Please sit there and wait a moment. She will be out soon."
"Ah, okay? Okay…" Angela found the slightly disjointed conversation strange, while secretly glancing at Shimo sitting on the sofa in front of the desk. The strange sight of that monster, whose appearance was hardly human, sitting as if it were in its own territory on the saint's chair was unsettling.
Witnessing this, Angela felt her already increasingly gloomy impression of Semo inevitably worsen.
'...Even if the relationship is close, that kind of thing...' Judging from the divine beast summoning her, it was probably to explain the scene she had witnessed the day before.
Based on the atmosphere she sensed between the two...they should have a very close relationship.
But even so, to allow such a thing, didn't Kleia have any sense of responsibility as a saint...?
Perhaps it was because of the unprecedented relationship between the divine beast and the saint.
Angela still couldn't believe this situation, and felt a wave of dizziness.
'Haa...what an embarrassing scene, but strangely fitting...it feels too big for Kleia to sit on...' Semo, an outsider sitting on the saint's seat, was someone a nun couldn't ignore.
For some reason, that huge, ornate saint's chair and the enormous divine beast seemed so fitting.
It's almost as if...that chair was custom-made for the size of a divine beast...—*chup, tsk, chuckle, slurp*...Ah, it can't be. How could furniture bearing the name of a saintess...be specially tailored to a divine beast...?—*slurp, chuckle, hum, chup...*Has Claire's temperament changed since becoming a saintess...I feel uneasy about her actions...Even so, it's impossible to modify a saintess's furniture to suit that divine beast, right?—*tsk, chup, slurp, pop, chuwoo chup♡*...However, there's been a subtle sound since just now...* A sticky, subtle sound that's been subtly tickling the ear since entering the room.
Although she thought it was her imagination, when Angela looked towards the source of the increasingly loud sound...
"...Hoo...!!!"
"God, divine beast sir!? What's wrong?" Semo, sitting in the chair, tilted her head back and began to tremble.
Startled by Shimo's sudden outburst, a panicked Angela walked towards him.
"Puhaa...♡ I'm full. Master♡"
Just then, Claire's voice came from under the large desk.
"Ah, ah? Claire...?"
"Hehe♡ Wait a moment, Angela-neechan. Heave-ho...♡"
Claire's head slowly rose from under the desk, unseen by anyone.
Before the question "Why under the desk?" could even fully form in Angela's mind, seeing Claire's appearance, she could only be shocked by the fact that the woman before her was Claire.
"Claire!? You...!?"
"Hehe...♡" A few drops of pale yellowish-white liquid clung to the corner of her mouth.
The more one looked at the saintess's robes, the more lewd they appeared, her belly swollen high like that of a woman about to give birth.
The choker hanging around her neck, the strange decorations that had originally adorned the saintess's robes, now hung down in even greater sizes.
And most surprisingly…
"K-Krea… your eyes…!?" Horizontal black stripes appeared in her previously translucent blue pupils, like the eyes of a wild beast.
Krea's eyes, surrounded by black sclera, seemed to hold the terror of all the world's ills.
Faced with that ominous aura, Angela trembled, trying to back away…
"No, you can't. Angela-neechan♡ Didn't you promise to explain your relationship with Master to me?"
"Ah, ahh…" Like a cowardly animal facing its predator, Angela stiffened, only able to be grabbed by the approaching Krea.
"Come on. This way…♡"
Led by Krea, Angela walked to the inside of the desk where Shimo sat.
"Eek, ee…!?" The moment she saw Shimo's body, Angela felt an even stronger fear, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Shimo, sitting in his chair, looked in her direction. From his lower abdomen stood a huge, dark red Сock.
Upon witnessing the terrifying creature with its ferocious appearance, Angela even forgot her fear and tightly embraced Kleia.
"Hehe...♡ Don't be afraid, Angela-neechan."
"Kleia...! What's going on...!?"
"Didn't we agree to explain? But... I think it's better to 'infuse' you with my body directly than to explain verbally...♡ Hehehe...♡" Seeing Kleia's wicked smile, Angela finally realized her predicament.
She had become the prey of these beasts.
Tonight... she would be violated by that male.
"Ah, ah...! Goddess...!"
"No, Angela-neechan♡" Kleia, kneading the panicked Angela's breasts, slowly led her towards the beast sitting atop it.
At this moment, Kleia's face was that of a fallen saintess, capable of sensing evil and pleasure.
"Angela's goddess, from today onwards she is your master!♡ Come, master!♡ Please...♡"
"No, no!!!" Angela's screams, targeted by the beasts, echoed in the soundproofed saint's room.
......
"Ah, ah...♡ Ah ha ah...♡" Sitting on my body in Kleia's chair, Angela trembled and fainted.
I never expected to take her virginity so brutally, especially a nun's.
It seems the stimulation was too strong... I'm sorry, Sister Angela.
"How does it feel, master? The taste of Sister Angela's virgin pussy♡"
"Hmm... While not as good as my females, it's not bad either."
"Great♡ Now Angela is your slave♡" This was mating with Angela with Kleia's assistance; it seems Angela has now become one of the beasts' slaves.
Hmm… After mating with Angela today, I think I understand the difference between mating with females who nurture me and mating with females who create slaves.
If it's mating where my females slowly absorb horse semen… then for the slaves, it feels like some kind of power of mine is forcibly overridden through a single mating?
Our staff were in a semi-conscious state during the act, so they didn't feel the difference… experiencing it firsthand made me realize there really is a difference.
To be able to experience this difference during sex, your body is truly amazing.
"…But, Master didn't seem to resist much today? Is it because Angela suits your taste?"
"…Well…no, it's not that I particularly prefer her.
Although Angela is indeed 37 and still has a certain charm…it's mainly because Claire needs to come to church often, and I felt it would be better for her to have someone who understands her there.
If she were married, I might hesitate…but hearing that she's still a virgin makes me feel more at ease.
To be honest, creating slaves this way still makes me uneasy and resistant... But thinking that I should at least arrange a companion she can open her heart to, even though I feel bad for Angela, I guess I forcibly pulled her into our group, right?
After hearing the explanation, Kleia showed a joyful expression, gazing at me with a smile as if in prayer.
"Ah...♡Master♡ So you're thinking of me so much...♡"
"Hehe. Of course, it's what we should do for our Kleia."
"Thank you. Master♡ To repay your kindness, I will work with Angela to turn this place into a Beast Church praising you♡"
"...Phew, does that mean you want to turn everyone in the church into slaves? That's a bit..."
"...Hehe♡ 'Continuing' will be too much for Master, the rest can be done slowly...♡"
No, even with the passage of time, turning so many women into slaves would be too much to handle.
Although they themselves say it's okay, I still feel uneasy. Let's not add any more... Was today's choice too hasty? I have a feeling that in Claire's mind, I've already decided to violate all the nuns.
"Phew. Oh well. Angela probably saw that thing too, now Claire, you can relax with Angela in the church..."
"Saint Claire! Now that you're here, please approve this proposal... Ugh...!?"
"...Ugh!?" Just as I was about to put down Сock, who was still sticking something into me, and the unconscious Angela... suddenly two nuns stormed into the saint's room.
They looked quite young... probably in their early twenties... maybe twenty-five or twenty-six at most?
...This scene must have been quite shocking for them.
Yeah.
The documents they were holding fell to the ground, frozen in place—I can understand that.
After all, there was a monster sitting in the saint's seat, embracing the naked Angela, and Claire, still swollen with pregnancy, standing beside them with her demonic eyes staring at them.
...What are we going to do?
"Oh dear…♡Hehehe…♡"
"Saint, Saintess…? Sister Angela…?"
"Ah, ah…? That's…the divine beast…? Why are you hugging Sister Angela…?" Even after being discovered by the two nuns, Claire remained calm, slowly walking towards them with the click-clack of her high heels.
…Haa. Well. It seems this is the only way…
"Come, both of you. Please come in…♡"
"Ee-ee…!?"
"Ah, ahh…! Someone, someone save me…!"
"This is the glorious opportunity to become a female slave of the supreme male master♡ Come on♡ Don't be shy…♡"
"Eee-ee-ee!?"
"And so, on this day, contrary to my intentions, the church gained three more beast slaves."