Blasphemous Grace - Chapter 4

“Need some help?”

A priest approached.

“Kyaak!”

But Delonas, startled, squeezed her eyes shut tight.

And for good reason, as this was a bathhouse.

Thus, a man’s center came directly into her view.

And it was standing stiffly upright, full of vigor.

“What? Hmm?”

As he asked, she distinctly felt him subtly rubbing himself against her thigh.

Something—whether water or another fluid—from the stiff tip was smeared onto her.

As the wet streaks drawn on her snow-white thighs glistened faintly, the priests nearby began to gather.

“Hard to reach the high places, is it? Hmm?”

The nude priest grabbed the hand in which she held the rag.

And then led it upwards.

“You have to raise your arm high. Yes, stand on your tiptoes.”

Listening, he sounded like someone kindly explaining something, but the reality was different.

As her arm was raised, her clothes were pulled up, exposing the cleft of her b******s, and the sight of the priest rubbing his body against her from behind was more than enough to stimulate the others’ lewd desires.

“Seems very difficult, doesn’t it?”

“Well, you’d have to have done this kind of work to know. Right?”

One by one, the priests in the bathhouse began to surround her.

The difference in height was such that the surrounding light was blocked, casting shadows over her.

And she thought she felt a strange power emanating from them.

―Whoosh!

For a moment, she felt the illusion of all strength leaving her body, as if her body were floating weightlessly on a cloud.

…A dream?

Yes, just like in a dream.

Ephina, the God of Dreams, was it?

She had never really believed in the manifestation or effects of divine power, but now that Beakin had been destroyed by that very power, she had no choice but to believe.

Moreover, now that this divine power enveloped her body and she was experiencing falling into a dream, it was all the more intense.

It must be a dream, it surely must be.

Yet the sensation of the men’s hands touching her was more vivid than ever.

‘In its dreams, the things it fears will swell and happen many times over!’

Surely that didn’t mean…

“Ah, ugh…!”

She could directly feel the shape and heat of a man’s member pressing against the cleft of her b******s.

“Now, if we wipe it like this, even the invisible dust will be cleaned well, right?”

She couldn’t even hear clearly what the priest was saying.

Because the feeling of the man’s hand groping her b****t was clearer than the act of wiping the high parts of the bathhouse with a scrap of cloth.

“Hah…!”

And that sensation approached Delonas as a feeling she had never experienced in her life.

It wasn’t as if another’s hand had never touched her b****t.

She tried hard to think, for instance, that there had been such contact when attendants served her bath.

But the feeling was so distinctly, clearly different.

The man’s hand was spreading a shudder throughout her body a beat late, as if drawing ripples on a calm lake.

And that feeling gradually gathered in her lower abdomen, causing a tension in a peculiar place.

“……!”

Unconsciously clenching her legs, the arms she had stretched up came down awkwardly.

Then, several rough hands guided her arms back up.

“Shouldn’t you be faithful to your duty? Hmm?”

“But why is your attire so untidy?”

She also saw several hands pulling up her clothes.

“N-no…!”

If they pulled up her clothes, then it would be…!

As several hands pulled her clothes straight up, as if to cover her chest, the lower part she had tried so hard to conceal was left completely exposed.

To be precise, the cloth barely hanging on her hips was flipped and rolled up.

“My, my. It seems what this one desires was not cleaning after all.”