I Was Reincarnated Into a World Where Chastity Is Reversed With the Ability to Read Minds, so I Decided to Completely Corrupt and Break the Adorable Saint Who Has Lewd Fantasies

Chapter 12: The Saintess Absolute Obedience

My name is Momo Saint. The girl who had been this country’s great Saintess.

Yes, I was merely the girl who had been the Saintess.

Now, I was simply Momo. As one Momo, I brimmed with the resolve to start my quest for God anew from the beginning.

This stemmed largely from a certain mystical experience, or transcendent experience, that I had undergone last night, which had completely remade the foundation of my being.

For the current me, the new “mere Momo,” God referred to one boy.

That boy was now sleeping soundly before my eyes, still in the position where his thigh was wedged between my thighs.

Fresh from awakening, my God would grant me such a vivid, fresh experience of love!

I prayed quietly to the boy, and then, ever so gently, ever so gently, I pressed my crotch against his thigh, starting with soft motions that gradually turned into grinding ones, stimulating my own sensitive spot.

For me, the old God was dead.

The God I had blindly depended on and believed in from my childhood onward, my Father, God.

Do not misunderstand: I still harbored no doubts about His greatness.

But I had come to know.

The image of God in my tiny brain was, after all, nothing more than a fake born from that tiny brain.

The true God was far more real.

Far more natural, supernatural, mystical, loving, and cosmic.

Last night, I had been granted revelation of one facet of that true God.

In the boy before my eyes, I had surely seen with these very eyes the unmistakable divine love, divine blade, divine judgment, divine omniscience and omnipotence, all of it–no, everything the concept of God entailed and more–

That existence was something my womanly part alone had instinctively sensed first and foremost.

It was a vortex of immeasurable magnitude that divinely yet viscerally, radiantly yet peering into deep abysses, enveloped and swallowed all at once my inner woman, my virginity, my instincts, my sensations, everything everything.

Compared to that vortex, my reason, my thoughts, my memories, my personality–all of it was so terribly tiny, and before I knew it, the vortex destroyed and washed them all away in its raging waves.

What remained in the aftermath was the most important truth of this world.

That truth was, namely, love–and sexual desire–

The only two impulses left in the vessel that was me.

That was love and sexual desire.

In reality, these two concepts blended and influenced each other so deeply within me that they formed a chaotic, swirling pattern where I could no longer tell one from the other.

I kept moving my hips as my soul desired. That chaotic swirling pattern writhed and undulated, mingling the primal creative force woven by my thigh and the boy’s–namely, eros–with God’s love, namely agape, twisting and churning into waves of pleasure at an incomprehensible speed, swallowing my tiny boat whole and sinking it into the deep abyss.

“Ahii… haa… haa… kohyuu… uhaea…”

I was desperate.

As if etching my own footprints on a sacred unclimbed peak, I drove myself into the unknown sensations I tasted for the first time in life.

Those movements were automatic, as if God Himself manipulated me, and I became God’s puppet, able only to dance wildly in His palm.

And then, yearning to etch that angelic sleeping face of God into my eyes, I glanced upward for a moment–

–and somehow, those eyes were open.

“…Hah!”

I trembled at my own foolishness.

Yes–

Why had I so shallowly assumed that God was sleeping–

God always watched over me.

That was the most obvious foundational principle in theology.

In my immersion in pleasure, I had forgotten even that cherished, core foundation…!

“G-G-G-Good morning, Takafumi-sama…”

I greeted God in the morning with a voice that seemed about to vanish.

But why did I feel such shame.

But why did I wish so desperately to disappear.

I had thought I shed everything before God and became the incarnation of pure truth.

But was it still not enough–

Even after enduring such hell, had the impurities lingering in my soul not been fully purged–

“…Saintess. Your thighs are soaking wet.”

“Higu…!”

Shameful.

Utterly too shameful.

The liquid that boiled down my shame and impurity was defiling God’s thigh.

At that fact, I felt an unbearable guilt.

“Saintess. No, I deliberately call you your mere foolish Momo now. If you were truly the Saintess, you would not commit such shameless folly.”

“Hya, hyai…! I’m happy…! I am a foolish, mere Momo…!!”

“Foolish Momo. Stop that waist of yours that still won’t cease moving right now.”

“…Hah!”

I startled and directed my gaze to my lower body.

My hips, like a beast starved for years that had finally reached its prey and would never let go, greedily continued soaking the boy’s thigh.

What a thing…

Before God, I was calmly committing the sin He had so strongly forbidden, the sin I must never commit: comforting myself.

Only now did the immeasurable depth of that sin strike my chest, and I felt a pain like a whip to the soul, “Uuu…!”

“T-Takafumi-sama…! N-No, God-sama…! Punish me… punish this foolish me…! It’s no good… without you watching me, I get drawn into ever greater foolishness…! Punish me more fiercely, more violently, more cruelly…!”

I begged God for forgiveness.

Only God could forgive sins.

Only through God’s punishment and absolution could one purify the sins of their soul–

“Why should I give such a reward to foolish Momo?”

God tilted His head innocently, as if to say how curious.

“I am here to serve as the honorable servant of this country’s great Saintess. Not at all to give rewards that would please foolish Momo any further, you know?”

Ah… ah… aaaaaah…!

Indeed, God.

My revelation had held no mistake.

God saw through every layer of my soul and bestowed the words that pleased me most with unerring precision, sown like wheat seeds in their rightful place.

God’s every word was my joy.

God’s every word became my reason for living.

Therefore–

“Saintess, continue! Great Saintess, I will persevere! So give me a reward! I will persevere, so give me a reward! I want a rewaaaard!!”

Hearing those pathetic words of mine–

God smiled, ever so gently.

He smiled at me.

“…Kyuuun”

That smile was so innocent, so surpassingly beautiful as God, that I felt a chest-shaking, unprecedentedly vivid love for the beauty and innocence embodied in the beautiful boy before me, an irresistible love…!

“God-sama! I love you! I love you, God-sama! I have fallen in love! I have fallen in love with you, God-sama! Just seeing your smile makes my chest ache! I only want to gaze at you more and more, eternally! So, to this foolish Momo, God-sama’s mercy…! Mercy, pleaaaase…!”

I said it aaaaa!

I said it!

The hidden love within me!

I confessed it all to God without holding anything back!

And so, God closed His eyes as if pondering something.

……Thump thump thump thump.

Then, He slowly opened those beautiful eyes and said this.

“Then, Momo, does that mean you will absolutely obey me?”

“…Huh?”

Absolute… obedience…?

What on earth did that mean…?

Why did falling in love with God-sama lead to absolute obedience…?