After walking for a while, I eventually ca across what looked like a lounge, and the mont I stepped closer, I realized it was filled with won.
A lot of won.
The kind of number that made pause for a second and just take it in. My eyes moved across the room, scanning faces, bodies, expressions, and even though I couldn't clearly rember their nas, there was this strange, almost instinctive feeling creeping up on . It felt familiar. Way too familiar.
These were won I had fucked before.
Not all of them, maybe, but a good number. So of them I recognized more clearly than others. There were even a few I was sure I had fucked long before I ever stepped foot into the academy.
It made think.
There were so many of them here that it honestly made question myself a little. Back then, I must have been pretty damn horny to end up crossing paths with this many won like that.
"L-Lord phisto!"
"It's Lord phisto!"
"W-Why is he here?!"
"We are being blessed by his huge cock! L-Let's bow our heads to his greatness!"
"Lord phisto!"
The mont they noticed , everything shifted.
One by one, then all at once, they lowered themselves, bowing deeply. There was no hesitation in their movents. It was smooth, almost rehearsed, like this was sothing they had done countless tis before. Heads lowered, bodies bent, with the atmosphere changing in an instant.
It looked natural.
Too natural.
And I just stood there for a second, taking it all in, slightly stunned.
Seeing sothing like this in front of wasn't exactly sothing I was used to.
What was this feeling building up inside right now?
It was heavy, almost overwhelming, pressing against my chest in a way that made it hard to ignore.
Wait.
Was this… domination?
Had I really reached this level?
The feeling that spread through was intense. It wasn't just control. It was sothing deeper than that, sothing that made everything feel like it was bending toward . Even though a part of knew this situation was kind of ridiculous, that didn't stop the sensation from settling in.
It felt good.
Really good.
"Lord phisto," Marisa's voice cut in smoothly. "That over there is your throne."
I followed her gaze.
My throne.
Hearing that felt strange. It was like being thrown into a role I hadn't fully processed yet, like I had skipped a few steps and suddenly landed here. Still, as odd as it was, it didn't feel wrong.
If anything, it felt like I was supposed to be here.
So I started walking toward it.
Each step felt heavier than usual, not in a physical way, but in the way the room reacted to . The won stayed bowed, so glancing up carefully, their expressions filled with reverence. Others had sothing else mixed in. A bit of uncertainty. A bit of caution.
There were won here I didn't recognize at all.
The way they looked at made that clear. Respectful, yes, but not as familiar. Those were probably the ones who had been recruited but hadn't actually fucked yet.
Guess they still decided to join anyway.
That was… interesting.
I kept moving forward, not stopping and not hesitating, until I finally reached the throne. It stood there, almost waiting, like it had been set aside just for this mont.
Then I sat down.
The mont I did, the perspective shifted. From that position, looking down at all of them, it felt different. The weight of their attention, the way they stayed lowered, the silence that settled over the room.
They were all looking at .
Revering .
"Ah… how beautiful. The Lord has finally taken his throne," Marisa said softly.
Her voice carried through the space, calm and almost reverent. She slowly brought her hands together, fingers interlocking gently, and then she lowered herself, kneeling as if she were offering a prayer.
Watching that stirred sothing in .
It was weird.
No other way to describe it.
But at the sa ti, it felt good.
Really good.
This wasn't sothing that happened every day. It wasn't sothing most people would ever experience at all.
A thought crossed my mind.
If I actually succeeded in conquering this world soday, would this be what it felt like?
Sothing told it would be similar, but bigger. This mont felt like a small preview of sothing much larger.
Even so, what I was feeling right now was already more than enough.
"Do you want to lick your toes, my Lord?" a voice asked from nearby.
I turned my head slightly, my gaze landing on the one who spoke.
Recognition ca almost instantly.
She was one of the won I had randomly had sex with back. The mory wasn't perfectly clear, but it was enough. If I recalled correctly, she had been fucking another woman at the ti too.
Yeah. That definitely narrowed it down.
Her na, though, that was a different story.
"Do you rember my na?" she asked, tilting her head just a little, watching closely.
I paused.
Ada… or Susan?
Sothing like that. Those nas were tied to that mory, but they were mixed up in my head. It had been a while, so I couldn't say it with full confidence.
Still, I took a guess.
"Susan, right?" I said.
"Fufufu, that's correct. Thank goodness you still rember ," she replied, a soft laugh escaping her. "I was sure you'd mistake for Ada, since the three of us had sex back then, after all."
That was close.
Way closer than I'd like to admit.
"Ada is also a mber of the Church of phisto," she continued. "But unfortunately, she's tending to her flower shop today, so she couldn't co. It's really a sha for her, since this is a day we've all been waiting for, you know?"
Her eyes lifted slightly as she looked at again.
"The day our Lord finally blesses us with his presence."
Then she moved.
She stepped forward and lowered herself right in front of , kneeling without hesitation.
Before I could say anything, she leaned in.
Her tongue brushed against my toe.
It was warm.
That was the first thing I noticed. The warmth of it, followed by the slow, deliberate movent as she continued. It wasn't rushed. It wasn't careless. Each motion felt intentional, like she was putting actual focus into it.
A slight shiver ran up my leg.
Goosebumps followed almost imdiately.
And then there was the way she looked at .
Every ti her tongue moved, she glanced up, her eyes eting mine for just a mont before lowering again. That small detail made it feel more intense than it probably should have.
My cock started to harden.
Just from that alone.
"Lord phisto," Marisa's voice ca again, closer this ti.
I shifted my gaze slightly, noticing that she had stepped nearer without realizing it.
"Shall I assist you and provide my service?" she asked.
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