Fantasy

If the world has millions of virgins, I am one of them.
    If the world has ten virgins, I am one of them.
    If the world has only one virgin, then that’s me.
    And if the world has no virgins left, it must mean I’m no longer on Earth.
    That pretty much sums me up.
    My luck with women was so pathetic that even on my 25th, I hadn’t held a woman’s hand. Well, except my mom’s. And even that ended when my parents died in an accident and left me alone.
    But by some twist of fate, I ended up meeting a goddess and was chosen to be her Saint.
    And not just any Saint, but a Saint whose mission was to spread my seeds- ahem, to spread a teaching of the concept of freedom to love and lust.
    “Yes, my time has finally come!”
    That was my first thought.
    Until I realized I had been sent to a kingdom with strict laws, a conservative society, and a population devoted to the orthodox Church.
    If I weren’t careful, I likely would end up burned at the stake before I could enjoy any fruits of my labor.
    Now I had to worry about getting found out by husbands whose wives I bedded, boyfriends whose girlfriends I stole, clergymen whose priestesses I seduced.