Chapter 165 – The Man Who Became God (Complete)
“Was your church in Seoul?”
“Yes. It is not only in Seoul, but our denomination is rooted in all major cities around the world. It is not an exaggeration to say that the history of our church is equal to the history of mankind. The denomination in Seoul is also a part of it. However, it is true that a large number of church members are flocking to Seoul because they know that the Avatar has manifested in Seoul.”
“I see.”
The more I listened to the story, the more I couldn’t believe it. It’s like listening to an erotic version of some Masonic conspiracy theory. Rather than that, he was more interested in the taste of Padma’s pussy that he was feeling right now.
“By the way, your pussy tastes pretty good, don’t you? It’s the best among all the pussies I’ve ever eaten.”
“Hehe, thank you for the compliment that I don’t know where to turn. In our Marasin Church, the pussy girls are aiming for the best delicious pussy through thorough pussy training. As the highest priest, I also train every day. I was always worried that there might be something lacking in serving Avatar-sama’s Jaji-sama, but I’m proud to say that I’ve fulfilled the value of my existence when you compliment me like this.”
Padma gave thanks to her god with a radiant smile.
“Oh, yes? If that’s the case, then all the pussy bitches in your church are all delicious pussies, right?”
“Yes. That’s right. Our church is thoroughly guarding women’s predominance, and for this purpose, we are constantly giving pussy study to our believers. I am confident that everyone has pussies as delicious as mine.”
That’s great I just had a reason not to end the church visit once. Even if it were a dark organ, if it were spread all over the world, the number of delicious pussies would be enormous. Just thinking about it makes my cock swell.
“But I am a little sorry. If so, the pussies of your church must be non-virgins. Well, I’m not particularly obsessed with virgins.”
When I first picked up my phone, I was quite obsessed with virgins, but after using it for a long time, I realized that I didn’t have to obsess over virginity. I’m just like a god, so why should I be obsessed with such trivial elements?
However, regardless of whether it is Marasin’s avatar or whatever, he is also a man, so even a virgin sometimes has a desire to fuck and eat.
“Huh, if that’s the case, you don’t have to worry at all. Thinking that God might have such a taste, we have definitely prepared pussy bitches who have thoroughly mastered the technique but still maintain virginity as much as their pussy.”
“Oh, what is it? Can you talk a little bit?”
Truly a servant of God. Even if God doesn’t tell you directly, it’s because he knows and prepares exactly what God wants.
I mean, it’s nice to have these little considerations.
“Good. Represent the church and receive the award. I’ll wrap the semen in your womb.”
“Ah, thank you! Thank you very much! What an honor to be able to receive the seed of God!”
It was scary to say that she would give her a vagina, but the inside of Padma moved to optimize for vaginal cumshot. The vagina tightened and flattered the cock, and the uterus came down and opened its mouth wide to cover the man’s glans. The walls of the vagina move and urge ejaculation, so I can’t help it without being covered in cum.
The man dumped the semen he had been holding back into Padma’s cum receptacle.
“Ah ah ah ah ah!! Come! Gracious semen is coming into my cum receptacle! Alas, what a glorious day this is! May the great Marasin be blessed! Be blessed!”
Padma, who cries out like a prophet who has had a spiritual experience.
No, actually, for Padma, this may also be a kind of spiritual experience. Because you can finally unite with the gods your ancestors have served for thousands of years.
‘It’s fucking funny.’
Even so, from the point of view of the man called God, there was only a sense of sprinkling semen on a good ona hole.
‘Am I really the avatar of God? No, even if it’s not an avatar, can I say I’ve been chosen?’
As soon as I reached my 20s because nothing was going right, I shut myself in like a hikikomori?
This world is really unknown. This world is a series of endless absurdities. Now, if that irrationality says that it unilaterally favors you, it is only natural that you get on it.
“God, there’s nothing that can’t be done.”
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Men sometimes pursued the unexpected. Because the future, which is always predictable and already perfectly known, is sometimes boring. So even though it was something he could figure out, he would deliberately pretend not to know it, or he would enjoy the snow bowling created by that sloppy setting.
However, since I picked up Shin’s cell phone, I can say for sure that the greatest unknown is right now.
“What is this, this?”
The inside of a huge building, probably used for gymnasium purposes.
Numerous lumps of flesh were bowing their heads toward the path the man was walking on.
Each culture and skin color is different, but everyone is of one mind. He is bowing down with the will to give his all to this man.
While receiving such a bow, if you walk up the path in the middle, you will find a staircase made of human beings.
The first step is the pussy bitches doing the bridge while brushing their eyes. On the second stairway, there are two pussy bitches crouching down. The third was the bitch who crouched down and raised her back a little to adjust her height. And fourth and fifth.
Although they look different, they are all the same in that they are faithful to the task of becoming a man’s stairway.
If you step on the stairs without hesitation and go up, there is a pussy girl waiting for a man in an invisible chair position. Two pussy-years were folding their waists in pairs to become a table next to them.
In other words, human furniture.
The man had made a lot of human furniture, but he had never built one on this scale.
Instead of sitting in a chair, I stood and looked up behind him. There was a portrait of a man standing with his feet stomping on women’s heads, his hands grasping their suckers, his cock proudly erect.
At this point, it’s almost safe to say it’s a mockery, but even looking at it like this, the person who drew that picture must have painted it with the intention of praising the subject in the picture. It’s really hard to see the sense that is out of place. But,
“It’s not like I’m in a bad mood.”
Was this how the people who became models for portraits during the Renaissance felt like this? Praise his own dignity and show the maximum result of his idea was to raise his nose.
Marasin’s avatar, in an extremely natural motion, put her buttocks on the human chair as if this was where I should be.
“Yes ♥”
As soon as the avatar’s butt touched it, a deep voice came out of the human’s lips. Not because it was painful, but because it was so full of joy that it was difficult for me to handle it alone.
It can’t be said that it’s great to show self-assertiveness like this on the subject of a chair, but I decided to be lenient today. What could be more wonderful for a believer than touching the skin of a god? In addition to this, Padma crouched down to become a stepping stone for the slightly empty feet.
As the man came to the position he deserved the most, a thunderous voice struck the man’s eardrums as if in response.
“!@#%!%^!!!”
“((*&$^#^!!”
Due to the mixture of languages from all kinds of countries, the man could not understand what the hell those people were talking about. There were words that sounded like English, words that sounded like Spanish, and words that sounded like Arabic.
I couldn’t make out the meaning at all, but somehow I could understand the meaning of those words.
Words of praise to God who has come to earth. I can’t think of anything else.
“Hmm, now that I’ve seen it, all of them are pussy bitches, right? Are men not allowed to join this church?”
“Of course, there are also male believers.”
The footrest spoke. I was about to quibble about where the footrest was supposed to talk, but I let the conversation continue as I needed to clear my curiosity.
“However, basically, male followers are in an exceptional position in the hierarchy of believers because they are free to use and enjoy pussy followers, except for some virgin pussies. Also, since God prioritized what was good for his eyes, we filled this spot with only those who saw it. Do you want the male believers to gather as well?”
“You don’t have to. Well done. I didn’t want to see boys naked anyway.”
It may not be fun to have an orgy party, but the main character of this place is himself. Then there would be no need for unnecessary extras.
“Kuhm!”
When the Avatar cleared his throat once, the crowd who had been praising God so loudly until just now suddenly shut their mouths and listened to the sound of the God.
In the past, he would have felt burdened by a situation where attention was focused on himself, but it is different now. No matter what you say, you know that the other person will absolutely affirm you.
“See you. I am your god.”
I spoke in Korean, but do you understand? No need to worry about that.
Just like in the performances of the great pop stars of yesteryear, the young girls who heard the voice of God almost fainted and started weeping tears. A pure impression without any manipulation, different from other ordinary pussy girls.
‘It’s amazing how fucking amazing it is.’
Before I got God’s cell phone, there was already a cult group like this. It’s creepy, and it’s also fun. Such a cult group now sends loyalty to the extent of attacking them regardless of life or death to their words.
A sense of omnipotence to a vector different from what I have felt so far.
What can I say to them? The man thought for a moment. But those concerns soon disappeared. They are the ones who will listen to any kind of incoherent bravado. So, let’s talk about anything. Because it will come true
“You children who have suffered from that filthy impurity called morality. Now I tell you You will never suffer again.”
Shaking.
A faint tremor came up the scaffolding.
Padma’s body involuntarily began to tremble with the overwhelming emotion. A joy that cannot be suppressed, even if one tries to suppress it.
“I will continue to change this world to the way it should be. To a world where you can freely release your suppressed desires.”
And above all, to a world where I have fun.
“Long live Marathin!”
Someone in the crowd shouted that. Maybe Korean?
Then, belatedly, other believers followed the slogan and started shouting together.
“Long live Maracin!” “Long live Maracin!” “Long live Maracin!” “Long live Maracin!” “Long live Maracin!”
“Queue. It’s fun.”
Originally, I thought it was fun enough to pick up and use pussy bitches in moderation.
Is this what it feels like to be a god?
“Okay. I must have been a god.”
The harsh defeats, humiliations, and failures of the past 20 years all existed in order to be compensated in this way. That must be it. There is no other way to explain all this.
‘Then I must do what I have to do as a god.’
What to do as a god.
That, of course, is to change this world into what it should be.
‘Even though it’s something I’ve been doing all this time. Should I speed up a bit?’
A world that is consumed only for the fun of marathin.
Truly the best.
“I have the right to change the world.”
So change
This world. In its original shape.
“…Hee hee. That would be fun. It wasn’t the time to shut ourselves up in the house because it was trivial.”
What have you changed so far?
Korea. Laputa.
It’s not enough. It’s too short. Now we have to change the world. Even if you think of Marasinists around the world.
“No, that’s not enough. I have to make history, culture, and science and technology the way I want.”
This world is, so to speak, Marasin’s miniature garden.
You can do everything you want.
“I am a God!”
It was the advent of a dissolute god with absolute power unprecedented in history.
