Chapter 143 The Church of Iryoku the Ever-Virile, Creator of Orgasms and Destroyer of False Goddesses, Has Officially Begun… (Slightly NSFW)
Chapter 143 The Church of Iryoku the Ever-Virile, Creator...
A heavily armored carriage thundered north, plowing through the snow-covered, rocky forest—dragged by the massive earth-spirit rhino, Rhogan.
Inside, tension hung in the air—not anger, but a strange, awkward heaviness.
Scribbling sounds filled the cramped space.
Someone was lying belly-down on the carriage floor, fingertips tracing lines across the mat.
The girl was completely naked—wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, two white bunny ears twitching atop her head, and a small fluffy tail peeking from her backside.
It was Christina, the nun, her face flushed and smiling like she’d found divine inspiration in the worst possible place.
“Like this… maybe this?” she muttered, legs kicking up and down in happy little motions.
The Church of Iryoku the Ever-Virile, Creator of Orgasms and Destroyer of False Goddesses, Has Officially Begun.
All Hail the Black God and His Naked Bunny Prophet Baptized by Cum…
“Yes… that sounds like a perfect title for the holy book,” Christina whispered proudly.
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In the beginning, the Black God, ever-virile and all-powerful, descended upon a wicked and starving world. He crushed evil, shielded the weak, and baptized the long-neglected virgin girls with His majestic, throbbing cock. He imparted His seed… and said: ‘Let the beautiful girls come to Me, for I shall cum in them…’
Christina’s pen shook in her hand. Her face was flushed, imagination completely unhinged.
She whispered to herself, almost panting:
“And then…”
She kept writing, the page filling with her holy filth.
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And He said: “Let those who seek Me open themselves without fear, for I shall enter them and make them whole...”
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And the Black God looked upon the trembling girls and declared: “No longer shall you suffer under false goddesses who offer no pleasure. I alone grant release...”
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And He took the first maiden by the hips, and she was overwhelmed, for the blessing of the Black God was too vast for mortal flesh. Yet she endured, for His touch made her body awaken to forbidden joy...
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And thus the first night of worship began, long and unending, and the maidens cried His name until their voices failed...
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And with every thrust, His wrath shattered illusions and broke the chains of old faiths. For the truth of His divinity was carved into their bodies with every pulse of His seed...
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And lo, the Bunny Prophet arose from the flood of His seed, her ears lifted on high. And the Lord spoke, saying, “Live for me… You’ll live because I tell you to. I command you—live, and taste everything that I shall offer to you.”
And she did proclaim, “This is my Lord, and I shall know no other.”
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And Iryoku rested not, for His virility knew no exhaustion, and His followers multiplied beneath Him like stars across the sky...
From behind her, the girls peeked at the page.
Their mouths fell open, scandalized.
Yumi scratched her small head, frowning and glancing at Reika—who also frowned, completely unsure what to even say.
Agnes, on the other hand, was very into it.
She leaned in, reading eagerly, nodding as if she fully agreed with every filthy verse being scribbled.
Iryoku finally asked, “What does it even say?” He could barely read the scribbled text.
Reika turned to him, exasperated. “She’s writing a holy—or should I say unholy—book... and it’s just smut with extra steps!” She glanced over at Yumi. “I remember you two saying back then that you met a perverted bunny nun or something. At that time, I thought you were messing with me, but this...”
She looked back at Christina, her expression a mix of disbelief and concern.
Yumi, unsure of how to respond, hesitated. “Yeah, but she wasn’t like this...”
Katherine made a weird disgusted-confused face as she listened.
Alessandra just shook her head slowly, resigned.
Iryoku wanted to crack a joke, something stupid—but for the first time, he held himself back.
He walked up to Christina.
“Eeh… Sister Christina.”
Christina spun around instantly, eyes blazing with holy fire, bunny ears twitching with every sacred syllable.
“Yes, my dear Lord Ever-Virile, Creator of Orgasms and Destroyer of False Goddesses?”
Iryoku opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
“…Right… may I ask why you’re still naked? And isn’t that title a little too long…?”
“Ah, yes, my dear Lord… it’s just that I want to convey my feelings to you and to everybody—hence the long title… and…”
She cupped her tits, lifting and shaking them proudly with one hand, her whole naked body bouncing for him. She shook her butt, making it jiggle, and her little bunny tail bouncing cutely.
Her other hand slid down between her legs, fingers dipping inside before spreading her slick lips wide in open invitation.
“I thought I should be ready to serve you the moment you call… Being naked allows for faster reaction, doesn’t it? You can enter me whenever you want—just penetrate me…”
Her smile stretched wide, eager, trembling with devotion and desire.
The girls reacted in their own ways—some with disgust, some with pity, and some quietly thinking well… this is still better than her being in a vegetative state.
A few even looked like they were… tempted to copy her.
Iryoku sighed, a faint smile pulling at his mouth.
His cock reacted instantly at the sight of the naked bunny girl’s antics—but he forced himself to look away, rubbing his face as if that would help.
Christina froze mid-spread when she saw his expression.
“Oh—sorry. Right. Stupid of me… that’s sacrilege.”
She scrambled for her unholy scripture, nodding furiously as she scribbled on the page:
‘Of course. You shall not touch yourself… you shall not introduce foreign objects inside you… only the God’s mighty, divine cock and fingers may defile your body and purify you…’
Then she looked up at him with a bright, practically glowing smile.
“I already added it to the commandments.”
Iryoku could only smile, his eyes thin slits.
“Well… it’s okay. And getting back to the nakedness… think about it—I wouldn’t like other men seeing the naked body of one of my girls.” He tried to convince her gently.
At the end of that phrase, something tugged at his chest. He’d actually said those words to someone before, and suddenly remembered her.
“Ohhh…” Christina nodded, her bunny ears flopping together, her soft flesh jiggling with every movement. She opened her scripture once again.
“You shall not show your naked body to others… cover yourself in the presence of other men… your nakedness belongs to the true God…”
She paused, glanced around at the other girls, then looked up at her God.
“What about the other holy sisters? Is it okay for them to see me, or me to see them?”
Iryoku tried to sound understanding. “You may.”
Christina nodded and wrote quickly:
“Among the holy sisters, nothing shall be concealed.”
She looked at Iryoku again with bright devotion.
“Dear God Iryoku the Great Penetrator of virgins… but then… what should I wear? Since I already burned those filthy garments from that false religion.”
The girls rummaged through the carriage and pulled out spare clothes. Christina stared at the pile, then looked up at Iryoku—waiting for permission… or maybe wanting him to dress her himself.
Iryoku chuckled. “Just wear whatever fits you.”
She ended up wearing red pants from Alessandra and a purple shirt from Reika—a bizarre combination.
Before anyone could comment, Katherine cut in sharply.
“Look—there. A city. Should be Kabalk.”
She pointed through the trees.
They stopped in the middle of the forest, the wheels sinking slightly into the snow.
“Then like we planned,” Iryoku said as he climbed down, “Katherine and Aqua will go in, look for provisions… and a new mace for Alessandra. Oh, and a dagger for me… preferably more than one, just in case I need a spare.”
“Also, take this.”
Alessandra handed Katherine a massive black horn—the one they carved from the giant worm.
Reika added a folded piece of paper.
“Send the horn to this address. To this man.”
A half-dwarf blacksmith’s name was scrawled on it in rough handwriting.
“And this…”
Yumi held out two bags—one filled with small, scale-like fragments from the worm, and the other packed with stacked gray plates.
Iryoku raised an eyebrow.
Yumi nodded toward him.
“We found these while we were looking for you… some weird armadillo-things attacked us once.”
Katherine’s hands were overflowing with supplies. She let out a long, irritated breath.
Iryoku grinned and slipped into an exaggerated noble accent.
“Go, servant, and deliver your lord’s needs.”
Katherine shot him a death glare. “One of these days…”
He laughed and tapped his chest.
“Relax. You’re a strong girl… dude… just take it like a man.”
Agnes lifted her hand, giving Aqua a quiet command. Aqua’s watery body shifted, hardened, reshaped—until she became a random man in simple armor, moving perfectly like a normal human.
“Hello, nice to meet you,” the Aqua-mimic said in a calm masculine voice.
“Wow,” the entire group muttered.
Iryoku slipped an arm around Agnes’s waist.
“That’s my wife. You’ve really improved—now it’s indistinguishable from a real person.”
Agnes turned bright red, smiling despite herself.
“Actually… there’s more.”
Iryoku’s eyes went wide as Aqua’s mimic split into two.
One remained the armored man, the other shifted into a perfect twin of Agnes—same posture, same expression, same everything. The mimic walked to his other side and hooked her arm around his.
Iryoku almost drooled.
“Think of the possibilities…” he murmured, feeling the warmth of two identical elves on either side of him.
Katherine stood frozen, stunned—but said nothing. She simply turned away and resumed walking, the Aqua-man helping her carry the massive black horn.
They were just about to head out when—
Christina raised her hand.
“I want to go too. I… I need to buy string and a needle. And fabric. To sew my new nun habit. And I already ran out of paper for the holy scripture…” She said this with a seriousness that only made the situation more absurd.
Iryoku winced.
“Yeah, maybe that’s not a good idea. You just recovered, and Kat can buy those things herself, so—”
Before he could finish, she dropped to her knees—hard—bowing until her forehead pressed into the dirt, her bunny ears flopping forward.
“Please… allow me, my Lord Iryoku, the Divine Breeder. I want to see the place. And… to tell the truth… I’ve never been to another city.”
Her voice cracked on the last words—full of devotion, shame, and a desperate need to prove herself.
She sounded like she was begging for permission to breathe.
Iryoku sighed.
“…Okay.”
“Then I’ll accompany you as well,” he added casually.
Katherine snapped instantly.
“That’s a terrible idea. You’re a wanted man, remember?”
Iryoku smirked, smug as always.
“Yeah, but I can sneak. I’ll stay in the shadows. Don’t worry.”
He took a step to follow—only to suddenly feel several hands grab him from behind.
He turned and saw Yumi, Reika, and Agnes clinging to him… and even Alessandra stood behind them, her face tight with worry.
“Don’t worry,” he said quickly, raising his hands. “We’ll go in and out quickly. I just want to watch over Christina for a second, that’s all.”
The girls reluctantly loosened their grip, though none of them looked convinced.
Agnes immediately closed her eyes, focusing, and sent Orn soaring into the sky—another watcher to keep an eye on him.