The slums stretched out before me, a maze of crumbling shacks and desperate faces. Standing in the middle of the poorest district, I couldn't help but ponder what "poverty" truly meant.
Of course, being poor meant lacking money and resources. But ultimately, poverty was relative—defined by the existence of people who had more.
I had been dragged to developing countries as a child because of my parents' work. There, poverty meant starving to death. In Japan, poverty meant not having enough clothes. Sure, people starved in Japan too, but the common image of poverty was "not enough outfits to wear."
Because there were always people living better lives, those below them were labeled "poor."
Why was I thinking about this now?
I had gone to my usual spot to hand out soba to Melyusine's followers—those persecuted beastfolk who were the absolute poorest in human society. But this time, a group of angry human men surrounded me.
"Why the hell are you only feeding these freaks?!"
Melyusine's believers were the lowest of the low among the non-humans, constantly oppressed by humans. And above those non-human poor were the human poor.
The weak prey on the even weaker. I had seen this scene too many times.
People needed someone beneath them to feel stable. Arguing with them would be pointless. It was an emotional issue, not a logical one.
So I raised my hands and spoke calmly.
"I was only asked to make soba here by these people! If you want some, just come get it! I never said I wouldn't serve anyone else!"
The men's expressions eased a little at my words. They looked relieved.
But I knew that wasn't enough.
I had seen this pattern countless times. If I gave the same treatment to both groups, the humans would still demand special treatment and might even try to drive the beastfolk away.
Human nature didn't change just because we were in another world.
So I continued, "I'd like to speak with the representative of your district."
Living in the slums meant doing anything and everything to survive. So the so-called "representatives" were usually involved in illegal activities.
This time was no different.
A big, scarred man greeted me with a grin.
"Yo, you came."
His physique was anything but poor—muscular, intimidating. Just like back on Earth, the ones who controlled the slums often looked the strongest.
"Let me be direct," I said. "I won't stop feeding those people."
"That's fine," he replied, still smiling.
People like him were experts at switching between friendly smiles and terrifying glares. You couldn't trust that smile.
"I'll provide food to your side too. Same ingredients, same portions, same frequency."
His smile faded into a serious expression.
"In exchange, I'll supply alcohol to your district."
"Smart. No wonder you're called the great merchant."
He grinned again.
My identity had already been leaked.
"Melt gave you high praise. Quick decisions are a virtue."
Melt—the lizardman half-breed.
"So you know Melt-san."
"Yeah. I'll keep these guys quiet for now. Don't forget the booze."
This was exactly why I hated dealing with these kinds of people.
I glanced across the square. Some locals had already started selling the free alcohol I'd provided, slapping their own prices on it.
That was why I hated getting involved with the underworld. I'd seen this exact scene too many times.
"The weak beat the weaker, and the strong profit from the beating."
The lyrics of M.C.QUU naturally slipped from my lips.
'This is the bottom, the dumping ground…'
I hadn't even liked the song that much, but I remembered it well enough.
'Rebellion against the system, the strong laugh, the weak always cry…'
It fit my mood perfectly right now.
'Rebellion gets turned into money, turned into drugs…
The strong who laugh get smashed by another strong who laughs…'
Even resistance ended up in the palm of the powerful.
How powerless and pathetic I felt.
But then the next lines came out anyway.
'I'm the Joker, surpassing even the state, destroying the system, building a demon realm…'
I muttered the lyrics half-crying, even though I barely understood what half of them meant.
"This place is already done for," Melyusine said, sipping the alcohol I had brought out for myself.
"…Done for?"
I was already drunk.
"Yeah. This place is finished."
She swept her gaze across the square.
"Your feelings reached me. You endured well. But once free food and alcohol are available, this spot will be completely taken over."
Unfortunately, I agreed.
"Should we prepare to move everyone to the next location?"
She was so well-prepared. Being worshipped as a god really showed.
"No? Finding the next place is your job."
What the—?
Wait, had we been talking without me opening my mouth?
"I can at least do that much. I am a great fairy, after all."
Of course she was.
"Anyway, please find the next spot."
She kept ordering me around—make food, find new housing. So demanding!
"Sorry. In return, I'll give you a reward."
A reward?
What could it be?
"Something you really love."
My heart raced with excitement.
Then, as if in a fever dream, a single girl stumbled toward me, face flushed bright red.
Huh? Was she sick?
She had soft sheep ears and fluffy sheep wool covering parts of her body. Her face was that of a beautiful girl, but most of her features were unmistakably sheep-like.
"This is Helen," Melyusine introduced.
"Do you have a cold?" I asked, wondering if I should use medicine.
Melyusine smiled innocently. "No. I put her in heat."
I nearly spat out my drink.
"…Ah♡ Lord Apostle of Melyusine-sama♡" Helen spoke in a weak, trembling voice.
Apostle? Seriously?
"You deliver my faith to people, so you're definitely my apostle."
Don't just shove me into your religion!
"…I'm not confident my body can satisfy you, but…"
She shyly removed the thin cloth that had been covering only her nipples and pussy. The rest of her body had been hidden by her natural fluffy wool.
Even so, this felt wrong. Melyusine had forcibly put her in heat.
"My things are mine. My believers' things are also mine."
What a selfish god.
"Anyway, she was already favorably inclined toward you for providing food. That's why I chose her."
I looked at Helen doubtfully.
"…If someone like me is okay…" she murmured, leaning against me shyly.
"I-It's my first time♡"
First time? That made it even worse.
"…I'm so happy to offer myself to the Apostle♡"
I was torn, but Helen kept whispering, "Being able to give my first time to Melyusine-sama's Apostle is an honor♡"
"Wait, is this actually part of your doctrine, Melyusine-san?"
"Yes, yes. I made it a teaching that offering your virginity to my Apostle is a great honor."
You can't just make up teachings like that!
"This is exactly like a corrupt priest tricking innocent girls into sex! It's super shady!"
"Whether my teachings are good or bad doesn't matter."
Well… that was true, but still.
"If taking her virginity bothers you that much, just let her suck you off."
A blowjob.
I looked at Helen again. Her fluffy wool around her breasts looked incredibly soft and inviting. I wanted to wrap my cock in it.
My rationality crumbled.
I reached out and gently squeezed her soft, wool-covered breasts, then moved lower to stroke the fluffy fur near her pussy.
"Aaahn♡♡♡ The Apostle's thing is so big♡♡♡ And so hard♡♡♡"
Helen's face turned even redder as she happily enveloped my cock between her soft breasts and wool.
"It's not very big, but please feel good♡"
She leaned down and began licking the tip of my cock with surprising skill, her fluffy fur brushing against my skin deliciously.
It felt too good. I was going to cum fast.
"Helen, sorry—I'm about to cum."
"Yes♡♡♡ Please cum in my mouth♡♡♡"
She sucked harder, bobbing her head passionately.
Was she really a virgin? Her technique felt way too good.
*THUMP!!*
I exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum down her throat.
Afterward, Melyusine explained casually, "That technique was my gift. No normal virgin could serve like that."
"Still… is this really okay?" I muttered, not fully convinced.
I felt like I had been tricked.
But Melyusine just shrugged.
"Whether you accept it or not doesn't matter."
She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Helen, and all my believers, will be under your care from now on. You'll take responsibility whether you want to or not."
The moment Melyusine vanished, the air between Helen and me thickened with raw, animal heat. Her sheep ears twitched, her fluffy white wool glistened with a thin layer of sweat, and her cheeks burned crimson from the forced heat Melyusine had inflicted. She looked up at me with hazy, lust-drunk eyes, voice trembling but eager.
"Lord Apostle… please… use this worthless sheep girl however you want♡ I want to be broken by you…"
Something dark and possessive surged inside me. I grabbed her soft sheep ears roughly, yanking her head back so she had to look up at me.
"You're dripping because a goddess made you a horny little animal, but I'm the one who's going to ruin you tonight. Understand?"
Helen whimpered, nodding frantically as her wool-covered thighs rubbed together. "Yes♡ Please be rough… slap me, choke me, treat Helen like a breeding ewe in heat—♡"
I didn't waste another second. I shoved her down onto the pile of old blankets in the quiet corner of the square, forced her legs wide apart, and brought my palm down hard on her soft, fluffy ass—*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*
The sharp sounds echoed. Bright red handprints bloomed beneath her white wool.
"Ahhn—!♡♡ It stings… but it feels so good♡ Harder—slap your sheep slut's ass until it's bruised—!"
I wrapped my hand around her slender throat and squeezed, cutting off just enough air to make her eyes flutter with desperate pleasure.
"Beg properly, you fluffy whore. Tell me how badly your virgin cunt needs my cock to wreck it."
Helen's voice came out in a choked, bleating moan. "Please—gah♡—ruin Helen's tight sheep pussy! Choke me until I can't think—slap my tits raw—turn me into your personal cumdump ewe—♡♡ I was born to be fucked stupid by the Apostle—!"
I slapped her flushed face lightly—*SMACK!*—then brought my hand down repeatedly on her soft, bouncing breasts, making the fluffy wool around them jiggle wildly.
"Dirty little sheep. Look how soaked you are already. Your goddess put you in heat just so I could pound you senseless."
"Yes—ahhn♡—Helen is a pathetic, horny sheep in heat for you! Choke me tighter—slap my fat tits harder—fuck me like you own every inch of this woolly body—!"
I lined up my throbbing cock and slammed in with one brutal thrust, tearing straight through her virginity. Blood and slick juices mixed as I bottomed out inside her impossibly tight heat.
Helen's entire body arched violently, a loud, animalistic bleat ripping from her throat. "Aaaahhhhh♡♡♡ It's splitting me—! So big—! Choke me more while you stretch Helen's virgin hole wide open—!"
I tightened my grip on her throat, fingers digging in as I started pounding her with savage force. My hips slapped loudly against her fluffy ass—*PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP!*—each thrust driving deeper, harder.
Every time I bottomed out, I slapped her tits again and again, pinching her stiff nipples between spanks until they turned red.
"Take every inch, you woolly slut. Your cunt is gripping me like it never wants to let go even though I just popped your cherry."
"It feels—gasp♡—so fucking good—! Helen's sheep pussy belongs only to the Apostle now—! Pull my ears—choke my neck until I see stars—slap my ass and tits while you breed me—!"
I flipped her onto all fours like the animal she was, grabbed two fistfuls of her soft wool as makeshift reins, and yanked her head back sharply while slamming into her from behind. My free hand rained down heavy, stinging spanks on her plump ass, turning the fluffy white fur bright pink.
"Moan louder for me. Tell me how much you love getting fucked like livestock."
"I love it—♡♡♡ Helen loves being railed like a breeding ewe—! Yank my wool harder—choke me from behind—slap my ass until I can't sit tomorrow—pump your thick cum deep into my womb—!"
Her pussy fluttered and clenched violently around me as a powerful orgasm tore through her. She squirted messily, soaking my thighs and the blankets while I kept choking and pounding her straight through it, not giving her a single second to recover.
I didn't stop there. I kept switching positions—missionary where I choked her with both hands and slapped her face and tits in rhythm with my thrusts, doggy where I pulled her wool and spanked her ass raw, even pressing her against the rough wall of a nearby shack while I lifted one of her legs and hammered upward, choking her the entire time.
"Lord Apostle—♡♡ Harder—! Choke your sheep until she blacks out—! Slap Helen's tits red while you flood her cunt—! Use me—break me—make me your stupid, cum-stuffed woolly toy—!"
Her bleats and screams grew hoarse, body trembling nonstop from endless orgasms. Sweat matted her fluffy wool, making it cling to her curves. Her sheep ears twitched wildly every time I slapped her or tightened my grip on her throat.
After what felt like an eternity of raw, relentless fucking, I finally pulled her up by the throat, forced her down onto her knees, and shoved my cock deep into her mouth.
"Suck it clean while I choke you, you greedy little sheep."
Helen obeyed instantly, eyes watering with lust as I fucked her face roughly and delivered light slaps to her flushed cheeks. Her tongue worked desperately around my shaft, fluffy wool brushing against my balls.
With a guttural groan I finally pulled out and erupted, thick white ropes of cum painting her pretty face, dripping down onto her heaving, wool-covered breasts and staining the soft fur white.
Helen licked every drop she could reach, still shaking with aftershocks, a blissful, broken smile on her cum-splattered lips.
"…Thank you… for ruining Helen♡ Being the Apostle's personal cumdump sheep… is the greatest honor in the world♡"
I collapsed beside her on the messy blankets, pulling her soft, warm, wool-covered body tightly against mine. My hand idly stroked her reddened ass and throat as we both caught our breath.
The slums might be lost to greed and power struggles, but my responsibility toward Melyusine's believers had just grown. And this sweet, fluffy, now thoroughly claimed sheep girl was only the beginning.
My soba empire, my harem, and the new life I was building in this world—they were all expanding, one rough, satisfying step at a time.