[Underground District - Cult Base]
Mrs. Asada knelt piously on the soft carpet, her knees sinking into the plush burgundy fibers that smelled faintly of sandalwood and something chemical—air freshener failing to mask the musk of too many bodies in an enclosed space.
Her cool white spaghetti-strap dress clung to her curvaceous figure, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the generous swell of her breasts or the way her waist tapered dramatically before flaring into wide, motherly hips. The dress's neckline plunged dangerously low, revealing the snowy expanse of her chest—skin so pale it seemed to glow under the flickering candlelight. Deep cleavage pressed together as she leaned forward in prayer, creating a shadowed valley that made both Cardinals' eyes grow hotter.
Such a pious woman, the taller Cardinal thought, his tongue darting across dry lips. And so desperate.
Both of them swallowed in unison.
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However, the ritual still needed to be performed before they could enjoy.
One of them raised a gnarled hand, silencing the surrounding white and black-robed members. His voice echoed through the underground chamber, bouncing off stone walls slick with moisture. "Fellow believers, the almighty God will perform a miracle today."
"And the one fortunate enough to meet God and have her wish granted is the faithful woman about to join us."
"Time waits for no one, let us begin now!"
As he finished speaking, the black-robed members all stepped forward and stripped off their white clothes—fabric rustling like dry leaves, pooling at ankles. The smell intensified: sweat, arousal, the sour tang of unwashed skin.
Hozuki Nozomi quickly covered Shino's eyes with his palm, her lashes tickling his skin as she blinked in confusion.
It was too much to look at.
These people were all naked—bodies of varying shapes and sizes, some gaunt, some soft with age, all bearing the same fevered expression.
Mrs. Asada, on the other hand, kept her eyes closed. Her chest rose and fell with measured breaths, composure held together by sheer will. She bit her bottom lip—plump and naturally pink—and continued her prayer gestures, slender fingers interlaced.
Just a little longer, she told herself. For him. Anything for him.
The Cardinal raised his hand, touched her head with clammy fingers, and showed a gentle smile that didn't reach his yellowed eyes. "This lady who has lost her beloved, are you willing to offer everything to save your beloved's life?"
"Yes, Cardinal, I am willing!"
"Very good. Then accept the baptism. I shall use holy water to cleanse you of impurities and grant you the qualification to meet God."
Saying this, the Cardinal licked his lips and lifted his robes. Unlike the other believers, the Cardinal was much more terrifying—thick, veined, standing at attention with crude eagerness.
He gently stroked Mrs. Asada's silky black hair, guiding her slowly forward until she could feel the heat radiating from him.
Mrs. Asada subconsciously parted her lips, the tip of her tongue visible for just a moment.
At this moment, she was the most devout believer; to see her husband, she was willing to do anything.
The Cardinal looked at her rosy lips and couldn't help but show a smug expression, his hips already tilting forward—
But Mrs. Asada suddenly stopped, pulling back an inch.
"What's wrong, believer? What are you still waiting for?" Irritation crept into his voice.
"Before I receive the holy water, I want to see my beloved's figure one more time so I can better serve the Divine One!"
Mrs. Asada stated her request, her face flushed—whether from shame or anticipation, impossible to tell.
The Cardinal was troubled. His cock twitched impatiently, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip. He desperately wanted to quickly block those pure, red lips and turn everything upside down to satisfy his desires.
But as a Cardinal, he had to follow the rules.
Helpless, he could only pat her head again and softly said, "Today is a rare Divine Encounter Day, so I will grant your request."
He slightly raised his hand, and a phantom figure appeared before everyone—translucent, wavering like heat mirages, but recognizable.
Mrs. Asada's eyes immediately welled up. The figure before her was precisely her husband—the same gentle smile, the same kind eyes she'd fallen in love with twenty years ago.
"Can we proceed now?" the Cardinal said hoarsely, taking another step forward, his erection brushing against her cheek.
Mrs. Asada nodded slowly, tears streaming.
The Cardinal stroked her head, pulling her closer to him, the head of his cock pressing against her closed lips—
All the believers watched the scene before them with fervent eyes, some already touching themselves.
Asada Shino, with her eyes covered, was somewhat uneasy, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
"What's happening?" she whispered.
Hozuki Nozomi looked at the deceived Mrs. Asada and shouted firmly, "That's enough!"
He struck down with an empty palm.
The Cardinal, who was eagerly awaiting Mrs. Asada's gentle, rosy lips, was instantly flung away and slammed hard against the stone wall. The crack of impact echoed through the chamber.
Then his face instantly turned pale—then green—then contorted in absolute agony.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
"My lifeblood!"
Clearly, after being slammed against the wall like that, it was impossible for him to remain firm. The twisted angle suggested something had shattered entirely.
After sending the Cardinal flying with one slap, Hozuki Nozomi covered Shino's eyes with one hand and released his condensed magic with the other.
A magic circle—brilliant white, inscribed with characters that hurt to look at directly—instantly enveloped the entire area.
Everyone present, except Mrs. Asada and Shino, was bound in place by a mysterious force, limbs locked mid-motion.
Then came the delightful moment of purging.
In less than a minute, hundreds of believers lay on the ground, groaning, their naked bodies sprawled across cold stone.
"Damn it, where did you come from, you ignorant wretch, daring to obstruct the sacred Divine Encounter Ritual? You will pay the price!"
The remaining Cardinal glared fiercely at Hozuki Nozomi. He wasn't afraid at all, and instead took out a small human bone statue—yellowed with age, carved into something vaguely humanoid.
Chanting a spine-chilling incantation in a language that scraped against the ears, a massive phantom immediately appeared behind him. Dark aura billowed like smoke, making the tall, shadowy figure appear even more terrifying as it solidified—a gruesome evil spirit with a greenish face, black horns curling from its temples, and a mouth full of needle-sharp teeth.
"Oh, a big guy, huh? No wonder they could establish an organization that deceives people."
Hozuki Nozomi felt disgusted by the evil spirit's ugliness—its smell alone, like rotting meat left in summer heat—so he simply slapped it away.
The Cardinal was about to gloat, mouth opening to mock—
Then he suddenly realized that the deity he had invoked was shattered into dust by a single slap, particles scattering like ash. He, too, suffered a backlash, his body melting on the spot—skin sliding off bone, bone dissolving into puddles of dark ichor.
The main culprit was eliminated.
Hozuki Nozomi led Shino to the stunned Mrs. Asada, who was still kneeling on the ground, her dress askew, one strap fallen off her shoulder. He sighed.
"Madam... why did you go through all this?"
Although Asada Shino's eyes were covered, she wasn't foolish; she quickly guessed some of the truth from the smell of burnt flesh and the silence where chanting had been.
She took off her blindfold and looked sadly at her mother. "Mommy..."
Just as she was about to say something, Mrs. Asada ignored Shino entirely and embraced Hozuki Nozomi, her soft breasts pressing against his chest through thin fabric.
"You are the Divine One, aren't you?"
"I knew my devotion would be answered!"
"Please, Divine One, please grant my only wish. I want to see my beloved and talk to him, even if only for a few minutes."
She's not even looking at me, Shino thought, her chest tightening.
She saw her mother's vacant eyes at that moment—glassy, unfocused, seeing something that wasn't there.
Her mother had said she was going abroad, but in reality, she was saying goodbye. She wanted to abandon everything to pursue the person who had died years ago. Even knowing it was a cult, she was willing to try.
After all, they really did let her see her husband.
Hozuki Nozomi looked at Mrs. Asada, who had embraced him, feeling a bit helpless. Her body was warm against his, trembling slightly.
Her feelings for her husband were indeed touching.
But the problem was, he wasn't omnipotent.
As a Divine Child, he couldn't resurrect someone who had died years ago, especially Shino's father. Although his soul hadn't dissipated, the fact that the Cardinal could display him meant he had become a puppet of that evil spirit just now.
And puppets have no consciousness; as the main evil spirit dissipates, the puppet will also quickly disappear.
"Please, Divine One, I'll do anything! Let me talk to him, I miss him so much!"
Mrs. Asada clung tightly to his leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her posture humble, just to have a chance to see her husband. Her tears soaked through his pants.
These past years, she had lived like a walking dead, even beginning to resent her daughter. If she had been shot by the robber back then, perhaps she wouldn't have had to endure such pain.
Looking at the pleading Mrs. Asada, Hozuki Nozomi was deeply moved...
She truly loved her husband.
If he didn't grant her wish, wouldn't she commit suicide?
Asada Shino also thought of this. She didn't want to blame her mother, as her mother had endured too much pressure.
She also looked expectantly at Nozomi, reaching out to tug his sleeve. "Nozomi, it might be a bit shameless, but... I don't want to lose Mom."
These past years, Shino had been punishing herself. As atonement for killing the robber, she was tormenting herself. The fear of firearms was still firmly etched in her mind.
But Nozomi's appearance was like a beam of light, illuminating her gloomy life. She had long realized he was extraordinary. And now he had officially shown her that.
Thinking that she would only be his in the future, she shamelessly wanted him to help her mother.
Hozuki Nozomi naturally had no way to refuse Shino.
Who could be unmoved by the request of a soft, sweet, adorably clumsy, occasionally tsundere, and understanding Shino?
"I can't do anything with you. I can only try, you know. Maybe, I can let your family have the best farewell."
After Hozuki Nozomi finished speaking, he spread his arms.
Dazzling and sacred light emanated from his body, enveloping the entire underground plaza like liquid sunrise. The ghosts that had been wandering there—confused, lost, bound by cult magic—also regained their consciousness.
They began to weep bitterly, regretting joining the cult, their transparent forms flickering.
But very quickly, they all ascended to heaven—dissolving upward into motes of golden light.
Only one special figure remained.
Guided by Hozuki Nozomi, he attached himself to his body.
Hozuki Nozomi's appearance transformed—features shifting, softening, rearranging into the face of Mrs. Asada's husband. Same gentle eyes. Same patient smile. Same slight dimple in his left cheek.
"It's Shino-chan. You've grown so big. I'm truly sorry, Daddy couldn't watch you grow up, and also..."
The voice wasn't quite right—deeper than Nozomi's usual tone, but scratchy with disuse, like someone speaking after years of silence.
"My dear, I finally see you!"
Mrs. Asada threw herself into his arms.
....
[Private Chamber - Above the Cult Base]
Hozuki Nozomi had found a small room above the cult's main hall—dusty, furnished with only a worn bed and a single lamp casting amber shadows. The smell of old incense clung to faded curtains.
He stood there wearing her husband's face, watching Mrs. Asada close the door behind her with trembling hands.
"Darling," she breathed, crossing the distance between them in three quick steps. Her arms wound around his neck, pressing her body flush against his. "I thought I'd never—I thought—"
She kissed him before he could respond.
Her lips were soft, desperate, tasting of salt from her tears. She kissed like a woman starving—deep and hungry, her tongue sliding against his, her fingers tangling in his hair. A low moan escaped her throat.
This isn't me, Hozuki Nozomi reminded himself. This is for her closure. For Shino.
But Mrs. Asada was already pulling at his clothes, her hands shaking as she worked buttons free.
"Please," she whispered against his mouth. "I need—just once more. Let me feel you one more time. Then I can let go."
Her dress slipped off her shoulders with a whisper of fabric, pooling at her feet. Underneath, she wore nothing—the cult hadn't allowed undergarments. Her body was breathtaking: full breasts with dusky pink nipples already stiff, a soft belly that spoke of motherhood, wide hips perfect for gripping, and a neat thatch of dark hair between her thighs.
She pressed against him again, her bare skin hot against his partially clothed body.
"Make love to me," she begged, her voice breaking. "Like you used to. I've been so alone."
Hozuki Nozomi—still wearing her husband's face, channeling fragments of his consciousness—laid her gently on the bed. The old springs creaked under their combined weight.
He kissed her forehead first. Then her eyelids, wet with tears. Then her lips, soft and yielding.
Mrs. Asada arched into him as he trailed his mouth down her throat, her pulse rabbiting under his tongue. "Aaahn... yes, like that. You always knew..."
His hands found her breasts—heavy and warm, nipples pebbling harder under his palms. He kneaded gently, the way a husband who'd worshipped this body for years would know to do, and she gasped, hips lifting off the mattress.
"Don't tease," she whimpered. "Please, darling, I need you."
He kissed lower—the valley between her breasts, her soft stomach, the jut of her hipbone. She smelled like jasmine perfume and arousal, a muskier undertone that made his borrowed body respond despite himself.
When he settled between her thighs, she spread them eagerly, revealing glistening pink folds already slick with want.
"Darling—"
He licked a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, and her back bowed off the bed.
"Hhaaah—! Oh god, oh—nnngh—"
Her taste was sharp and sweet, flooding his tongue as he worked her with lips and teeth and the flat of his tongue. She bucked against his face, one hand fisting in his hair, the other clutching the sheets.
"Yes, yes, right there, please, ahn, ahn, ahhhn—!"
Her thighs clamped around his head as she came, her whole body shuddering, keening moans ripping from her throat. He worked her through it, gentling as her tremors subsided, lapping up the fresh rush of slick.
"Inside me," she panted when she could speak again, tugging at his shoulders. "I need you inside me."
He crawled up her body, positioning himself at her entrance. She was so wet that he slid in easily despite her tightness—she hadn't been touched in years, her walls gripping him like a fist.
"Ohhh..." She threw her head back, mouth falling open. "You feel—nnngh—exactly like I remember—"
He began to move, slow at first, savoring the drag of her inner walls. Mrs. Asada wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust.
"Harder," she begged, nails raking down his back. "Please, darling, I can take it—"
He obliged, snapping his hips forward with enough force to make the bed frame creak and groan. She cried out—sharp, desperate sounds that echoed off the walls.
"Yes! Ah! Ah! Like that! Oh god, I missed you, I missed you so much—haaahn—!"
This is goodbye, Hozuki Nozomi thought, feeling the remnants of her husband's consciousness alongside his own—grateful, at peace, fading. Make her believe it.
He angled deeper, hitting a spot that made her scream.
"Coming—I'm coming again—darling—DARLING—!"
Her cunt clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, milking him, and he let himself follow—spilling inside her with a low groan that mixed with her husband's voice.
They collapsed together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on tangled limbs. Mrs. Asada clung to him, face buried in his shoulder.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for coming back to me. Thank you for letting me say goodbye."
"Live well," he said, and the voice was her husband's—fully, completely, one last gift before the consciousness dissipated entirely. "Take care of our daughter. I've watched her grow into such a strong girl. I'm proud of both of you."
Mrs. Asada sobbed into his chest.
"I will. I promise. I love you."
"I love you too. Always."
When she finally pulled back, wiping her eyes, his face had shifted back to Hozuki Nozomi's features. She blinked—then smiled, soft and sad but finally, finally at peace.
"Thank you, Divine One."
....
[Outside the Private Chamber]
Asada Shino watched Hozuki Nozomi walk out of the room and asked with concern, "How is Mom?"
"Uh... she's fine." He rubbed the back of his neck, not quite meeting her eyes. "She finally let go of her obsession with your father. She said she'll live well from now on."
"It's better to let her tell you herself."
Hozuki Nozomi used his power to activate the soul consciousness of Asada Shino's father, allowing the family to have the best farewell, and then that person completely dissipated.
After that, it was all Hozuki Nozomi's acting.
However, what he didn't expect was that Mrs. Asada would ask him for more than a kiss.
Fortunately, he had interrupted Mrs. Asada's service to the Cardinal.
Otherwise, the thought of putting his mouth where that man had been would have been deeply uncomfortable.
Under Shino's worried gaze, Mrs. Asada—her face flushed, her legs slightly unsteady—walked out of the room. She'd fixed her dress, though the straps sat crooked. She wiped her mouth and embraced her daughter.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, Shino, please forgive Mom."
"From now on, Mom will make it up to you."
Asada Shino's eyes also welled up.
"You don't need to make it up to me. I just hope Mom can continue to live well with hope for the future. I've already lost my father; I don't want to lose my mother."
"Perhaps it was this thought that gave me the courage to shoot the robber back then."
Leaving the space to Asada Shino and her mother, Hozuki Nozomi quietly departed.
He stepped out into the cool night air, the smell of exhaust and wet pavement replacing incense and sex. The distant hum of late-night traffic drifted from the streets above.
A moment later, Sakurajima Mai's message buzzed on his phone.
Finished filming early. Come pick me up at the set? I'll make it worth your while~
He pocketed his phone , already calculating the fastest route to the studio.