The Devere Empire, known as the land of God, had been suffering from years of drought. As everyone was in despair, one day, a prophecy from the only God of the Devere Empire had finally come down. ‘As the Almighty God proclaims, The Saintess must conceive, and all of man’s sin shall thus be forgiven.’ However, the faces of all those gathered to hear the divine prophecy turned as white as a sheet. The Saintess shall conceive? Yet, what other sin could be more sinful than this? * * * “Indeed, what a le*d saintess you are.” “Wait, wait…!” As the woman moaned at the top of her lungs, the onslaught of org*sm was not far away. In the end, she cried and begged him to stop. “…Ahn, nngh. Don’t do this, please. God might be watching!” “You’re wrong. God would be very pleased to see you like this. He was the one who ordered you to conceive a child.” However, in response to her plea, the man went on to push in another finger inside her, and his hand continued to go in, and out, and in and out and— Even though she did not wish to react to the man’s touch, she felt her body getting hotter and hotter. The fluids leaking from her lower body started to soak the man’s pants, as well as the chapel’s pew on which they were seated. “Haht! Hhn. Ahh, s-stop, sto… HAH!” “You cannot lie in front of God, dear Saintess.” “Hnngh, ahh, no, I— I’m not a s-saintess…” No longer could she hide the pleasure that had come to arrest her entire being. The woman, who had been ravaged by the man’s touch, opened her eyes widely, and all she could see was the statue of the one and only God holding a cross in front of His chest. If only she could, she would curse God as much as she wanted. What in the world is Your intention in making me yearn for the touch of not a husband, but another man? Dear Benevolent God, how could you do this to me?