"You may disrobe," Orion commanded before walking past them and patting the cracked altar. A bright glow emerged from his palm and wrapped around the damaged altar. Seconds later, the base grew a little higher, coming up to Orion's waist, and expanded to the size of a small stage. The podium and other features were all gone, leaving only the broken cross at the back of the stage, overlooking everything in the church.
[How'd you do that?]
[Don't you have anything better to do? Or are you going to play voyeur and watch everything?]
[Humph. Fine, don't tell me.]
[To me, the difference between actress Rias, fake sincere Rias, and numb Rias is clear as night and day. Your pretending means nothing to me.]
[How frustrating…] Her flat, monotone response made Orion chuckle inwardly.
[It's nothing too complex. I just put even pressure on parts of the concrete and rocks to shatter them. This…I'll call it sex stage is made partly of my own body and partly of the shattered concrete and rocks that composed the altar.]
[Calling it sex stage is just purely gross…]
[I say it like I see it. A stage made for the sole purpose of having sex on is a sex stage.]
Rias clicked her tongue and quieted down as Orion flapped his wings once and landed on the stairs.
Note to self: get some real flying lessons. I can't keep tricking people by creating camouflaged poles to hold myself up. It worked in the dark, but I won't be able to keep the jig up in a well-lit place.
Stepping forward, Orion released another bright gold glow, and an intricate throne appeared right below the broken cross.
I just hope that God is actually dead in this reality, otherwise the levels of blasphemy that I'm about to commit would probably get me a heavenly smite right to my face…
"Now then," Orion turned to the two women, who had gotten rid of the bulky robes, revealing their skin-tight, black bodysuits that hugged their tantalizing figures. He had to pause, unable to stop himself from checking the two women out.
It didn't help that his otherwise impudent and offensive gaze was treated as some kind of holy blessing by both women as they actively posed for him, pushing their curves out.
The upper part of their outfit was, itself, an already sexy leotard that tightly hugged their figures, almost like a one-piece swimsuit, but with more intricate leather straps, strategically placed to emphasize their figures. Aside from that, they wore two bicep-length gloves with two belts each, one at the elbow and one at the end of the glove. Finally, came the high-heeled leather boots that covered their feet and went up to their thighs. Let alone benefiting their balance, those boots were definitely a detriment and were a complete aesthetic choice.
Okay, this is even more racy than the outfit from the show. Heels? Really? And that leotard. You can't even wear a thong under that thing without the straps showing…
While Orion had expected a somewhat sexy outfit, having seen the anime, what the two of them were wearing was far more erotic. Setting aside the theme of the meta, where these outfits made sense solely for an aesthetic purpose, Orion imagined the in-universe reasoning to be that one of the higher-ups of the church was a latex enthusiast and probably into a lot more things.
The tailor these church people use seems to be an interesting person… Maybe not this universe, but I am interested in making an acquaintance with that guy. Maybe I'll even get some inspiration from his outfits.
"Are we satisfactory, Orion-sama?" Irina asked with a smile, posing for him while pushing her chest and butt out in a perfect 'S' shape.
"Marvelous, girls," Orion said, suppressing the gulp that threatened to break his angelic character. "Who came up with these outfits?"
"I've never met the tailor of our battlesuits, but he lives far off in Okinawa," Xenovia said. "That's where these suits come from. Apparently, every single one of them is personally handcrafted by him."
"Interesting," Orion said. "Come on up, join me. I will tell you about the symbiotes as they get familiar with your bodies."
"Symbiotes?" Xenovia asked with a slightly worried expression.
"These are lifeforms created by the Heavenly Father to awaken the potential of humans, Xenovia," Orion said. "Do not worry. After seeing the disadvantages and difficulties faced by those without Sacred Gears, the benevolent one created these to provide the most devout of his followers with a means to keep up with Sacred Gear holders and even surpass them with enough devotion."
Irina quickly skipped over to the stage and jumped up, uncaring of how her chest jiggled with every step she took, drawing Orion's gaze. Xenovia quickly followed, but with her slightly smaller breasts and her calm pace, she didn't achieve the same jiggle as Irina.
"So how does this work, Orion-sama?" The bubbly woman asked, stopping at arm's length away from him, followed by Xenovia, who came up to stand beside her.
"The most efficient way to stimulate one's potential is through intense emotional fluctuations, which push the soul beyond one's limits. That is the purpose of the symbiotic life that I provided to you both. Once it attaches itself to your souls, it converts the emotional fluctuations into permanent tangible benefits that both strengthen your physique and improve your magical energy." He said. "Any guess about how we will induce such intense emotional fluctuations?"
"Through pain? Mutilation?" Xenovia asked.
"Making me see an illusion of the death of someone close to me?"
"W-what?" Even Orion was flabbergasted by their responses. "Why would those be your go-to guesses?"
"We are taught to keep our emotions in check," Xenovia said. "For what Orion-sama has described, only such intense actions will be successful."
"Truly, brainwashed fanatics…" Orion mumbled under his breath as he heard Rias crackling in his head through their telepathic connection. "Even positive emotions can be considered intense, Xenovia. Things like love, happiness, pleasure. Do you truly think that the Heavenly Father would make something that harnesses the negative emotions that your solution would rouse?"
The two girls suddenly blushed in embarrassment and lowered their heads guiltily.
"My deepest apologies, Orion-sama. I didn't think things through," Xenovia said. "Oh, lord, please forgive me for my transgression."
"Me either," Irina said, shaking her head. "Oh, lord, please forgive me for my transgression."
"Would you two like to take another guess?"
"Will I be allowed to meet the Heavenly Father?" Irina asked, making Xenovia's eyes widen as she paused and stared at Orion excitedly.
"Unfortunately, that's not possible for the time being. The Heavenly Father's duties make it difficult for even me to gain an audience," Orion said. "Plus, a meeting would only be a burst of happiness. What we need are sustained, intense emotions that deeply affect you."
"That only leaves negative emotions… Those are a lot more intense and long-lasting… Wait, it's—" Xenovia stopped mid-way and pressed her lips together upon realizing, looking at Orion with a slight blush.
"That's correct, Xenovia."
"What is?" Irina looked between her friend and Orion. "Don't keep me out of the loop."
"The answer is pleasure," Xenovia said, taking a deep breath to calm her thumping heart. "The only way to produce intense emotions in a sustained manner is through constant and prolonged pleasure."
"Very good, Xenovia," Orion said with a smile. "That's what we shall be doing today. With the help of your individual symbiotes, I will pleasure you both. Have either of you two ever sexually touched yourselves?"
"T-that's blasphemy!" Irina exclaimed. "One must only engage in sexual acts with their spouse after marriage. Otherwise, they will fall and become Fallen Angels."
"The Heavenly Father is forgiving, Irina," Orion extended his hand toward her. "Come here."
She didn't seem completely convinced, but obedience to Angels had been ingrained into everyone from the church on a fundamental level, making her instinctively step forward and raise her gloved hand to clasp his.
"I never participated, but I remember that some of the girls used to have parties. They used to call it soaking parties…" Xenovia chimed in from the side.
"When did the millenarians merge into the catholic church?" Orion seemed a little confused.
"Would that be bad?"
"No, it's just that the Mormons and Catholics are different sub-factions with their own rules. Was there some kind of exchange between the two when you heard about these soaking parties?"
[What are you talking about? Are these soaking parties important?]
[No, I'm just curious…]
[Something is going on here. You changed your tune when you heard her mention soaking parties.]
[Look it up, you'll know why I got curious. You should suffer from the same burden of knowledge that I do.]
[So they aren't a good thing?]
[I wish I could purge that knowledge from my mind forever.]
[That bad?]
[No… It's just really fucking dumb. Look it up. You'll know what I'm talking about.]
"It's good that you both didn't get swept up in such things," Orion said, letting no trace of his internal communication leak into his acting. "Unapologetically taking advantage of loopholes is worse than doing something wrong and asking for forgiveness. But this also implies that you two have no experience with any sort of physical pleasure."
"Are you sure this is all right, Orion-sama?" Irina asked hesitantly.
"I have been sent here by God's decree, Irina," Orion smiled gently and pulled her closer, leading her to sit on his thigh. "The symbiote within you was created by the Heavenly Father himself. There is nothing wrong with what we are about to do, okay? If anything, it is the most holy of acts…"
Orion had to make an active effort to ignore Rias and maintain a straight face as she kept loudly laughing in his head.
The woman has her emotions numbed, but sure doesn't mind fucking with me. Her laughs are barely real…
"Understood…" Irina lowered her eyes, trembling a little as she felt Orion placing her palm on her hip, touching her bare skin. "It's tingly." She said.
"Do you like the feeling?" Orion asked.
"I think so…" She said, frowning thoughtfully. "My stomach feels warm and my heart feels like it's racing."
"Make yourself comfortable, okay? You can lean against my wing," he said, extending his wings out to provide Irina with a more comfortable seat on his lap.
"Thank you, Orion-sama," she said with a slightly nervous smile, though the hints of arousal in her eyes were slowly intensifying, taking over her nervousness. She hummed comfortably, leaning against Orion's wings and touching the soft feathers.
"Don't be shy, Xenovia," Orion said with a smile, extending his other hand toward the short-haired woman. "Come."
Hesitantly, she approached him and took his hand, copying Irina in sitting on his lap as he slowly traced his hand along her thigh and hip while embracing her with his wing.
[Enjoying the show?]
[I agree, you have a special talent in terms of lying to people. I don't hold a candle to you.]
[Don't sell yourself short. I'm the only one who can tell that you are only pretending to be amused, almost as if you can't feel anything and need to emulate emotions.]
[Call me unfeeling once again, and we're going to have a problem. One that involves me hurling orbs of pure Destruction at you.]
[Hurl them at yourself if you really want to trouble me. Now, if you aren't going to join us, I suggest you stop watching. The following events are going to get a little graphic for your innocent, virgin mind.]
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