“A Strange Custom from a Remote Village”
An ancient and bizarre tradition.
The most capable man in the village impregnates the priestess to predict the year’s fortune.
If she does not conceive—then the priestess…
The Previous Story
“It’s your damn fault you didn’t get pregnant!!”
“That’s right, you worthless disgrace! Quit your whining and get your ass to the sacred body!!”
“Stop it! Let go of me!! Noooo!!”
“The hell’s that expression?”
“Hah? Still got regrets, huh?”
“If you’re a servant of the gods, then quit disgracing yourself, you worthless bitch!!”
“You ain’t got no right to wear that!! Get it off her!!
“This’ll send you to the gods even quicker!!”
“N-no… ugh… guhh!? …geeehhhhh!!”
“Gehh… gahh… ugh… h-help me…!! Help meeee!!”
“You got any idea how many offerings got wasted ‘cause of a worthless brat like you!?”
“Damn right! Now it’s your turn to be the offering!!”
“No!! Don’t push me!! Nooooo!!”
“BLORT!!”
“Ugh… ughh… n-no… this… can’t… be… ugh… h-help… me…”
“Hah? Still clinging to life?”
“Tch, whatever. Rip it out, she’ll be quiet soon enough.”
“SPLRCH!! SHRRRIP!!”
“Guh… ah… ugh… hh……”
“Hah, she really did go quiet, huh.”
“Alright, bury this shrine maiden in the fields, and this year’s harvest will be plentiful.”