Chapter 163 – The Man Who Became God 2
A situation in which a nun, whom she has never seen before, calls her godmother while looking at herself. Yu-ran hesitated for a while, not knowing what to do with the unfamiliar situation. But she also went through her long social life. The bewilderment did not last long.
‘It must be some kind of rule within the religion.’
In other words, when calling a female follower in a certain religion, it is the same principle as calling a sister. If you think about it that way, I don’t think there’s anything unusual about it.
“Hello, Sister. Uh, you’re a nun, right?”
“It doesn’t matter what you call me. We’re just ugly fucking toilets for a great god.”
“Aha.”
Yuran could roughly understand what the nun said. As Yu-ran thought, this person seems to be some kind of priest of a religious group created by Ona-holibos. After all, there is no way that an established religious organization would officially adopt such an openly lewd outfit.
After that understanding, I felt a kind of sympathy for this nun whom I had never seen before. Even if the religion you believe in and the given situation are different, in the end, someone’s cockpit is the same.
I’m not sure if it’s someone’s toilet, but it’s also true that it will be the same person’s toilet from now on.
“I don’t know which religious group you are from, but please come in first. Let’s talk about the details face to face with our son’s cock.”
Saying so, Yu-ran takes her nun inside. It does not matter for what purpose the religious visits his home. The only thing that matters is whether or not my son thinks this pussy bitch is hot. The nun crossed her threshold, gratefully accepting her courtesy. And at that moment,
“Excited!♥♥♥♥♥♥”
She trembles as she stiffens her back as her spine snaps. Underneath her nun’s uniform, cunt juice dripped down and soaked her shoes, and what I could feel from her bright red cheeks was the characteristic estrus of a pussy year.
“What, what are you doing?”
Neither she nor her son would have done anything in particular, but seeing the nun showing such a violent reaction, Yu-ran asked in surprise. Then the nun replies in a trembling voice.
“Okay, it’s okay. Boo, shame on you. Just feeling the reverberation of God made this bitch’s body go into heat. Ha, I want to bow my head in front of God right now and serve.”
Haha. Okay.”
Yu-ran started to feel a little afraid of this nun. To Yu-Ran, who has nothing to say about religion, she feels something like madness. I was a little uneasy whether I could bring this pussy bitch in front of her son.
But the son said that if he was a pussy bitch he could use, bring him home. Then he has no choice but to keep the order. However, it would be better for her to do a simple household survey before that.
“Hey, if I don’t mind rudeness, may I ask what church you come from?”
“A church? No, I’m not from the church. I am the messenger of the great Mara cult.”
“Are you Marathon?”
It was a name I had never heard of. Nine out of ten, it must mean pseudo.
“You think it’s a name you’ve never heard of.”
Hot!
Yu-ran unknowingly trembled her hand. It’s because she feels like her mind has been read. But she realized that this was nothing special. If you hear the name of Marasinism, you will probably think that way. So this will be a kind of cold reading, not mind reading.
“It is not unreasonable to think so. After all, our god’s teachings are not so widespread. As a secret, it was quietly taking root only in the backstage of society. For 2,000 years.”
The story, which had already been dubious, began to smell disgusting at once. Now, Yu-ran began to think that it would be better to kick this woman out.
Like a vision or the year 2000.
In their own way, it seems to be a story made up to reinforce the historicity and legitimacy of religion, but don’t you know that doing so is rather dubious?
“It was because our religion was not suited to the vomitous oppression of common human morality. For those of us who were still weak, we had no choice but to secretly work behind the scenes of society.”
In a voice filled with anger and lamentation, the nun spoke. At this point, the listener’s reaction was already unnecessary. What matters is self-pity.
“But taking pity on us, Marasin destroyed the morality of this world with one blow. It took 2000 years, but in the position of a great god, 2000 years is so fleeting that it would be ambiguous to call it time. Yes. We are just grateful that this era has come.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Yu-ran had as much pity for her nun as this nun had pity for herself and her order. She fell for some strange cult and lost her mind like this. I don’t know what happened, but it must have been a very difficult life for her.
But that’s only for a moment. She’s sure to get in front of Yuran’s son, and if she sees the cock in front of her, this pseudo-psychic state will improve. She was somehow sure that she would be.
Speaking of gods, Yuran’s son was no different from Yuran’s god.
From that point of view, it can be seen that the two have a crucial part in common.
“Big, big! Sorry. I stopped working hard on what I was going to say. Even if you think you need to fix it, stop…”
The nun, who belatedly regained her senses, stroked her blushing cheeks as if she was embarrassed. Now she’s barely able to get through her words. Yu Ran also wiped her breasts and poured out a cup of water to her nun. However, the nun refused and said,
“Sorry. For religious reasons, I do not drink anything that is not male cum or urine. Of course, if a man orders it, the story will be different…”
“Oh, I see. Excuse me.”
I was a little convinced by the fact that there are absurd religions that forbid drinking water in the world, but that men’s cum and urine are okay.
I feel like I have to do that to a certain extent.
“By the way, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to meet the owner of this family soon.”
“Ah yes. I will guide you right now.”
Don’t you think that you are the owner of this house? And don’t ask It’s a silly question. Even from the outside, there can be no way that a pussy girl who can only be seen as an ona hole or a dedicated toilet is the owner of the house?
Yu-ran took her nun and took her to her son’s room on the second floor. At first glance, it looks like a small room for an ordinary high school student or college student male. However, when the door is opened, the inside becomes like a large and comfortable room, like a 1-star hotel room, which cannot be predicted from the outside.
What principle It’s not as useless as you can imagine.
In the center of such a luxurious room, there is a naked man holding a gamepad connected to a large TV and playing games.
No matter how splendid the room may be, he proves that if the owner is not good enough, he is useless.
Even though such a man had a guest at his house after a long time, he continued to play the game without even trying to stop it.
It’s not polite, but what about it? This man is a man who treats even the queen and princess of a country as a fucking house. It would be impossible for a fair number of guests, no one in the world, to elicit sincere courtesy from this man.
Above all, the party who should receive the etiquette is not interested in such etiquette at all.
“Ah… Oh my god… Oh my gosh…”
Entering her room, the nun clasped her hands together and took the appearance of praying. Her heart trembled with emotion, like a pilgrim entering a holy place. No, not only her appearance, but even her heart perfectly matched that of the pilgrim.
The nun’s soul felt ecstasy as never before. She says now she has her own god over there.
“Hmm… Have you seen mom? Let’s see. Ohh, you look pretty good, don’t you? Is she a nun character? Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever really fucked a nun before.”
Only then does the man look back at her and see her nun’s figure. That look was more like a merchant checking the state of livestock than an owner welcoming guests.
The moment the man’s gaze turned to her, the nun ran in front of the man at a speed that her eyes could not follow, put her hands and feet on the floor, and bowed her head.
It is an original temple of Marishinkyo, so to speak, that does not exactly match the etiquette of any country. It was a temple dedicated to the noblest of them all.
“Uh, what is it? I’m sure I haven’t manipulated anything yet?”
The man rummaged through his phone with a rare, slightly embarrassed expression. Sometimes I didn’t even set it up like this, but there are guys who act on their own.
It’s nice to have unexpectedness, but sometimes it’s a problem because it’s so confusing.
He was a little taken aback, but within the expected range. Take a second look at the current situation on your phone, and soon it will all become clear again. To the man who was thinking that way, the nun said something he couldn’t let go of.
“Avatar of Marathin. It’s just embarrassing to see you so late. Please accept the greetings from your bitch.”
“… Avatar of what?”
