I am the cult leader's slave

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—A sweet floral scent, both gentle and heart-wrenching, wafted through the air. Unconsciously, it mingled with the sweet, milky aroma filling the barrier, creating a captivating, nostalgic fragrance. Memories began to surface in my mind.

It's been three years since Yayoi and Chihaya have stayed by my side, hasn't it? I just remember back then, the leader of the Kami-no-Kami cult? Kamizuki Narumi, a few months after taking me in, summoned me to the main mountain? I obeyed the order and went to where the leader was. It was an ancient building. The brown exterior walls were cracked in many places, covered with vines that seemed to want to envelop the house, clinging haphazardly to the walls.

However, even though the house looked old, it exuded an atmosphere of long-term inhabitation. Pushing open the door, I saw the leader's weary back. After a moment of silence, the leader finally turned around.

His eyes were bloodshot, the pupils, which should have been white, now a deep crimson, bearing the weight of immense responsibility. Clearly, the leader hadn't slept well for a long time. The leader waved his hand, gesturing for me to come closer. "Oh, for the establishment of a new era, Hugh? Elsad, can you really kill people?"

His tone was heavy yet sorrowful, steady yet filled with reluctance.

The Papal States were launching a multi-pronged attack on the territory of the Divine Cult, and as the leader, he naturally had to lead his followers in battle. However, the vast disparity in strength had led to several defeats on the front lines. Xiaogu, Yicheng Valley, and Kuchiki Valley had been occupied, and the Papal States' hooves began to infiltrate.

And his allies? The Blue Moon Kingdom, due to months of internal strife within its royal family, couldn't be relied upon. Blood, anger, sorrow—there was no turning back; they could only choose to continue down the same path. This pressure must have been suffocating the leader. Ah, the leader finally uttered these words, words he had kept hidden deep within his heart, words he had always wanted to keep silent. Perhaps you still can't forget the past, the people of Torbas still live in your heart. But the responsibility on your shoulders isn't just for them, but for everyone living in this world. You said you didn't want tragedy to happen again, so I want you to lend me your power, for the sake of the Church of God, for the sake of this world. The leader turned around again. His voice trembled slightly. Drops of clear liquid slid down the leader's head. Small circles appeared on the ground, thickly covered with dust. However, the one who sheds tears is not weak. He has made his choice. So, the leader turned to face me again. I could no longer see his hesitation, only his restrained determination.

A beautiful excuse was no longer necessary; after all, this was murder, there was no glory in it.

You understand that although this is a hateful task, someone has to do it. If you want to change this world, you can only choose to stand up. "Killing to protect, killing to ward off evil, killing for peace, killing to save lives—even if it's absurd," the cult leader said, each word distinct. He even gritted his teeth, suppressing the overwhelming guilt that threatened to burst forth, just to avoid losing his composure in front of me. Breaking the vow to his deceased friend was indeed painful. Even now, the image of his friend's charred body remained vivid in his mind.

He had to do this for the ideals his friend had entrusted to the cult. Enduring grief and transforming it into a mad sense of justice—wasn't that what it meant? It was an inescapable path… The cult leader bowed to me, his voice filled with deep apology… "To establish a new era, to ensure the sacrifices weren't in vain, to mourn the departed souls, to ensure your own survival, to protect those who are important… I ask you again, Hugh, can you kill?" I nodded.

From then on, my life was very simple.

Red blood filled the entire sky.

Perhaps it should be said that, living in an endless sea of stench and blood, the word "color" is inherently meaningless. The only thing I need to do is wield my knife and destroy every enemy in my path. For God, for the sake of our religion, for the sake of everyone living in peace, for the sake of preventing that tragedy from happening again—I believe this life will continue. Though tedious and monotonous, I have no reason to run away.

At least, I won't have the chance to lay down my weapon until I achieve my goal, day after day… "What does killing feel like to you?" Someone once asked me this, a dying man on the verge of death. Everyone has a thousand reasons, the basis for their existence. So, if I were to understand the person I'm about to kill, I might hesitate. If I don't understand them from the start, what hesitation is there? What feelings are there? Ah, since that's the case, I just need to follow orders and do what I'm supposed to do. He didn't believe me, even though it was the truth.

I finished him off with a final blow. Then, I wait for the next order to kill the person I'm supposed to kill. Is it one person? Dozens? Hundreds? Or holding off an army? Inheriting the wishes of the past, if it can bring them peace and dispel evil,

I just need to follow that goal. Even though it's far removed from my true self.

Until that day three years ago.

The leader's order came down: the Tsukiyano family and the Konoe family were besieged by the Papal States on their way home, and were in imminent danger. I was ordered to rescue them. Because the main armies were engaged in battle with the Papal States' holy forces at the time, the Ikkyuu forces were already at a disadvantage and unable to spare any troops to support them. The two families held a very special position within the Shinna Church, with a long history. For hundreds of years, the heads of both families had had the opportunity to become the leader. Yet, they remained by the leader's side, willingly obeying the first leader's instructions and serving as guardians. They didn't strive for the glory they deserved, didn't demand the position they deserved, didn't seek the fame they deserved, and didn't fight for the price they deserved. All they did was silently protect the Shenna Cult. Therefore, the two families were extremely important to the Shenna Cult.

In other words, if anything happened to the heads of the two families, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to the morale of the Shenna Cult.

Upon receiving the order, I didn't think too much and immediately set off. After all, the two family heads could not be harmed; that was the most important thing. Otherwise, if the bad news spread, the morale of the entire army would inevitably plummet, and the frontline troops might collapse. However, I didn't expect such a scene when I arrived. Everyone I saw was neatly dressed and full of energy, showing no signs of having just finished a battle. The two families even gathered around the campfire to roast meat, eating and drinking heartily.

It was only later that I realized it was a trap.

Hearing the two family heads' words, I immediately cried out. "Gan-na-ni-fu (Japanese pronunciation) Gang? You want me to take Yayoi and Chihaya in? What the hell? Are you kidding me?!" At that moment, I was speechless, trying to come up with all sorts of excuses to delay.

The two men, simple and clear, made their declaration to me so bluntly.

"Hey, those are your daughters! Just like that, you hand them over?" I grabbed the head of the Konoe family by the collar and asked directly. "Um, Nagachika, what's going on?

" "Um, it's probably that kind of thing, isn't it? Don't you often see that in manga? A girl suddenly visits, and then they live together... what's it called? A harem, right? Yes, that's it." "Nagachika, let me explain." The head of the Tsukiyo family, unable to bear it any longer, patted my shoulder, signaling me to put Nagachika down.

I stared at Tsukiyano Kanren with murderous eyes. If you don't give me a reasonable answer, I'll make sure you all die a horrible death. Hugh, put the knife down first. You can take it if you want, but don't hold it to my neck. Clean your ears and listen carefully.

"Then hurry up and tell me!" "Yayoi and Chihaya, they're the girls we made a promise to." Kanren's expression was extremely smug.

"Alright, alright, I'll be merciful and say it one more time. Yayoi and Chihaya, from this moment on, they belong to you, to you, to you, to you. Face the facts and accept it obediently, ugh!" I delivered a heavy punch to this person whose head had gone awry. "Why are you suddenly hitting me? Are you the heir to some assassination martial art?" This is ridiculous! I've never heard of this before, I had no idea what you were talking about. Huh? But I did report to the leader! Didn't he tell you? Huh? Tell

me!"

This time, it was my head that received a powerful blow. "Ouch! No, not at all! The leader even asked me to help teach Reie!" "Even so, aren't I talking to you properly now?" "Is this what you call talking to me properly? Get lost!" This time, I aimed at the Tsukiyo family head's face and delivered a flying side kick. "Whoa whoa whoa, what a kick, Hugh? Elsad, such cute girls are going to be given to you, and not just one, buy one get one free, such a good deal, and you still can't face it, what's your problem?

I took a rock-falling bomb fall.^ I stood up unsteadily, supporting my stomach from the powerful impact.

I absolutely can't be convinced like this, how [rich] "Ouch ouch ouch, what kind of father pimps his own daughter?

Besides, can you consider my identity? I'm just a behind-the-scenes assassin, and other than that, I have no identity in the God's Church. Don't make decisions and cause me trouble." Damn it, two girls are going to be given to you, you can do whatever you want with them, or you want to play Princess Dream Factory, it's all up to you, and you're backing out at the last minute, are you even a man?!" "The most important thing in this kind of thing is the wishes of the person involved." [Hearing my words, Kanren's smile immediately turned evil. Oh? So, as long as Yayoi and Chihaya agree, you won't have any problems? Seeing Kanren seize on my grammatical error and retort with a question, I was momentarily at a loss for words. However, a feeling surged within me. Sure enough, Kanren pulled the two girls in front of me, saying,

"Yayoi, Chihaya, come and greet your master. Is this Lord Hughie?" Each girl reacted differently. Kanren's expression was quite ambiguous. Seeing this, I immediately understood. Ugh, oh my god, Kanren, what the hell are you talking about?! "Yes, Hughie? Elsad, he is your master. Yayoi, and Chihaya, how are you, are you ready?" Hearing Kanren's question, the two girls nodded without hesitation.

I used all my speed to permanently seal Kanren's foul mouth, preventing him from ever speaking again. "Hugh, shut up!" Jianlian ignored my protest and spoke to the two lolis again... This time, his eyes were quite sincere, the expression unique to a father.

"Yayoi, Chihaya, if you don't want to, your father has time and won't force you. This concerns your future, you have the right to think it through." Oh? In the end, I could only hope that Yayoi and Chihaya would refuse. For a behind-the-scenes assassin, having women with him would be inconvenient in many ways. However, the two lolis, as if they had been indoctrinated, didn't refuse, but agreed, and even questioned me.

"Does Father intend to go back on his word?" Ah! "Father's eyes flashed with a fierce light." The two lolis glared at their fathers, the aura in their eyes almost murderous. The two family heads, having received a clear answer, pushed their daughters in front of me. "Then, go and say hello to Master." "Yes," the two lolis walked to my side with bright eyes.

Dressed as shrine maidens, they extended three fingers of each hand and lightly touched the ground, bowing their heads at the same time. "Master, Tsukiyo Yayoi hereby makes a pact with Master, offering the mark of the contract." Then, Yayoi jumped up and pressed her lips to mine.

Seizing the opportunity, Chihaya grabbed my head and pressed her lips directly to mine. Yes, that's right, the word called "kissing." Finally, the two lolis nestled into my arms, as if wanting to become one with me, clinging to me tightly like tree branches… The gentle touch and the almost imperceptible weight, through the contact of our skin, made me feel their strong determination. Pushing aside the bangs covering their faces, I saw the sincere and trusting smiles of the two lolis. I couldn't escape that gaze. "From now on, Yayoi will always follow Master, please guide me, Master?" "I nodded, I nodded, I nodded." I looked at the two family heads who had inexplicably started dancing the Atsumori dance. Things had come to this point, and I couldn't refuse.

However, there was something I needed to clarify.

"Kanren, what does 'master' mean?" Kanren and Nagachika exchanged a glance, then winked as if they had agreed. "

It means the one who gives orders. After all, you're responsible for teaching them. If they don't completely obey your orders, the training won't be effective, right?" "Is that really so, Nagachika?" "Yes, that's right." Nagachika's gaze drifted away, and I vaguely sensed a hint of guilt in his expression.

And so, two more women entered my life. At the same time, my heart unknowingly underwent a change. Yayoi and Chihaya were indeed undeniably gifted in all aspects of the Shinto cult. They could learn immediately after being taught only once. I remember Kanren and Nagachika telling me that after the training, the two of them would be allowed to return. Since we've made this agreement, I'll teach them everything I know about Shinto and Onmyōdō without reservation.

After the battle at Moore, Nagachika sent word requesting their return. Although their training wasn't finished, family ties couldn't be ignored. My father wanted to see his daughters, which was perfectly reasonable, so I agreed without hesitation. I also went back with them; it had been a long time since I'd been back to Edo, so it was a good chance to relax. Just now, I regretted it. I should have kept a close eye on them. My carelessness led to me being constantly drained of my juices. My current predicament... Yayoi's spirit has already entered a state of rampage. The sound of saliva mixed with dripping breast milk created a captivating sound.

Beside the shrine maiden sucking on a penis stood another person. It was a girl wearing the same shrine maiden's robes, Konoe Nagachika's daughter, Konoe Chihaya. With a pair of flawless black eyes, Chihaya was expressionless. Ever since Yayoi started her reverse assault, she had been protecting the two of us like this.

Her slender waist, forged through rigorous training, connected the red trousers and the pure white shrine maiden's outfit with a breathtakingly delicate figure. At Chihaya's waist hung her beloved sword, "Shisui," her left hand gripping the scabbard, her right resting on the hilt. Her stillness mirrored the sword's name. The only part of her feet visible beneath the flowing skirt was covered by white split-toe socks.

Taking a half-step forward with her left foot, Chihaya assumed the battle stance of the Konoe Kamiryu style, ready to perform her protective duties.

Though her face was expressionless, her beauty was in no way inferior to Yayoi's. Even just looking at her quietly, one could feel her captivating beauty.

Despite the circulating air within the barrier maintaining a cool temperature, Chihaya seemed unaffected, remaining perfectly still, not sweating, not even her eyebrows twitching. From beginning to end, Chihaya maintained this posture. If the shrine maiden's outfit hadn't fluttered in the breeze, it would truly resemble a lifelike, perfect work of art.

Chihaya's hair, the same color as her eyes, was as beautiful as a starry night sky, without a single split, flowing smoothly down her waist and down to her hips, following the curves of her body.

It's worth mentioning that Yayoi's hair color, simply put, was a frozen, fiery red. The two contrasting colors created a striking contrast. However, the differences between Yayoi and Chihaya complemented and cooperated with each other, bringing out the fullest potential of their respective beauty.

Hidden beneath the shrine maiden's robes was a bust even more prominent than Yayoi's; the word "huge" was insufficient to describe its size. It is said that when one witnesses an overwhelming sight, one loses the ability to speak. Chihaya's breasts perfectly exemplify this. This world is truly vast. [I remember someone who, upon seeing this, was so shocked they strained their back: even with Chihaya's back to me, I could still see parts of her nipples, swaying gently up and down in a strange rhythm with the shrine maiden's breathing. Looking at this sight, I couldn't help but ask myself, "Those things are so soft and elastic, changing shape at will, as if they want to suck my fingers in."]

Chihaya placed her hands on "Shisui," her body leaning slightly forward; those fruits, heavy enough to be felt even from a distance, seemed almost overflowing. Chihaya, bearing the responsibility of guarding, kept her bright eyes alert. Within her one and a half steps, an absolute territory was formed.

Her movements were like the beauty of a dance.

Yet, the aura Chihaya exuded was chilling. Anyone who dared approach her would be slashed in two—and this wasn't just talk; Chihaya's methods were exactly the same as when she was the mastermind behind the scenes. Furthermore, in the numerous battles at the Saigu Palace, she rose from behind the scenes to the forefront, living up to the name of the Konoe family. Now, Chihaya had long since retired from being a mastermind and become the invincible top warrior of the Kanna Cult. Her appearance exuded a saintly purity, perfectly embodying the sacredness of a shrine maiden. There was not a trace of decadence or debauchery in her; perhaps this was because beneath her unwavering exterior and demeanor lay a shared spiritual quality.

No wonder the shrine maidens of the Saigu Palace always wondered where that luxurious—or rather, slender—body got its power.

When Yayoi was serving me, Chihaya was responsible for guarding her. Conversely, when Chihaya was close to me, Yayoi had to obediently stand by her side. These adorable girls, yet they made such a rule, giving their all solely for their master. In other words, if I didn't accept them, I would feel intense guilt. —To be honest, it felt a bit like torture. The multiple-layered barrier was originally designed to prevent any special situations; it was a semi-permanent barrier. Therefore, the barrier itself was highly defensive, and it was safe to stay inside; there was no need for guards… Besides, compared to the beautiful shrine maidens, just standing next to them drew all the attention; who would notice their master? So, I repeatedly told them that I hoped they could temporarily put aside their guard duties. However, they were surprisingly adamant about it. They wouldn't lay down their weapons unless I made them do *that* together. Otherwise, when they use their bodies to serve, someone must be responsible for guarding them.

They won't listen no matter what you say, is it because of bloodline? The people of that religion are all practically cut from the same mold.

To put it nicely, they have their own principles, sticking to what is right. To put it bluntly, they are stubborn to the end, and nothing you say will change their minds. "Chihaya, take a short break." [Looking at the shrine maiden's back, although I already knew the answer, I still asked.] Chihaya was very happy to hear this; her fingertips twitched slightly, peeking out from under her clothes. However, her head shook from side to side, clearly indicating her refusal. - This girl, as clear and transparent as water, continued to perform her work. ["Sigh."] As expected, Chihaya refused the order to rest. Faced with this situation, I could only smile bitterly.

Her illustrious achievements were built under this kind of mentality. Although I could sense Chihaya's delight and pleasure at my question, she remained focused, even raising her attention to a new level.

Aside from the necessary physiological reactions, Chihaya remained perfectly still, meticulously observing every movement around her. Ugh—even in sacrifice, shouldn't they consider themselves first?

In their hearts, there's absolutely no self-respect; is this a common trait of their bloodline? If they were more normal, I could handle them much better.

I pulled my gaze back, thinking to myself as I looked at the sky.

"Ugh...hehe...glug glug...so delicious...hmm? Master...what are you thinking about, Master?" Yayoi's voice suddenly rang out. My thoughts were interrupted, bringing me back to reality. Only then did I notice Yayoi pouting, staring at me with eyes that seemed to pierce through me.

The sounds of "plop plop" accompanied the question. "Is anything wrong, Master?" "N-no, nothing." Yayoi spat out the penis, saliva she hadn't swallowed yet, carrying a captivating fragrance, dripping from her cherry-blossom lips, warm and dripping onto her cleavage. The liquid, a mixture of breast milk and saliva, connected her lips to the glans, a transparent thread that shimmered in mid-air. She was serving her master, but he wasn't paying attention to her. Her puffed cheeks and unwavering expression clearly showed the girl's dissatisfaction. "Ugh, then please concentrate, Master. This is my time to serve you! Yayoi wants to serve Master! It's rare for us to be back here, Yayoi and Chihaya can finally be alone with Master!" The girl had already entered a state of service-crazed rage. Her eyes, covered by her bangs, exuded a strong and unquestionable aura, just like her hair color. "People are so scary," I said, stroking Yayoi's hair as if comforting a small animal. Yayoi hugged me tightly and closed her eyes.

She loved it when I stroked her hair.

Whenever Yayoi got angry, stroking her hair like this calmed her down… So, she closed her eyes, looking like she was really enjoying being stroked.

It was as if every cell in her body was open, feeling my warmth, as if she didn't want to miss a single moment of my hand gently moving across her red hair. The girl craved the tenderness of her contracted partner, and as if she had received warmth and nourishment, her slight dissatisfaction had long since vanished. After a while, "Thank you, Master, Yayoi feels so good, hehe. So, it's Master's turn now, right? Glug glug... mmm... heave-ho..." Seeing me turn my gaze back to herself, Yayoi smiled contentedly.

At the same time, she increased her movements, the white breast milk seeping from her nipples, as if lubricating the foreign object inside, sliding subtly into her cleavage. A wonderful fragrance filled the air, and her swollen breasts seemed to have grown even larger. The girl's eyes no longer held the resentment they had before; instead, they were overflowing with ecstasy and joy. Lost in her service, the girl, her vision blurred, desperately sucked the fluid flowing from the glans.

Her hands cupped her full breasts, as if giving the penis the highest level of service, sometimes pressing, sometimes relaxing, a continuous stream of pleasure shooting from her lower abdomen to her brain. Drops of fragrant sweat, secreted from her pores, rolled playfully on her breasts, following their beautiful curves, sliding down the slope with the milk, turning into fine raindrops.

Oh, the soft touch of her breasts was truly pleasurable. Unlike Yayoi, Chihaya's face showed no sign of wavering. She stood silently guarding, not uttering a sound.

Within the barrier, the girl's voice filled the air.

The sounds of saliva dripping, milk falling, and lips sucking created a beautiful melody echoing within the barrier. Though unpretentious, it weaves together the most dreamlike qualities, as if solely to express her innermost feelings, share her emotions, and reveal her overflowing sentiments.

Each captivating song seems to spring from Yayoi's breath… Only the pure innocence of a young girl can present such sublime beauty. Yet, these sounds have no effect on Chihaya. She lets the notes drift past her ears, lets the tenderness flow through her heart. She wholeheartedly carries out her ideals, protecting her master. The only change is that the scabbard of "Shisui" now faintly gleams with a pale blue light.

[The End]

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