You can't or won't do anything to help against Buchikowasu

A priestess' most valuable weapon, it's said, is her faith in her god.

In the absence of that, it's the power, the physical fitness, or the intellect that their god has seen fit to gift them with.

With none of that, can a priestess even begin to compete in the Kami Kurabe? Keiko found herself thinking this to herself, as she fruitlessly attempted to deflect the final shots with her blade. It was like a cruel guessing game, where each blocked shot was responded to with another shot. The camera angles of those giant monitors were relentless, showing views as shameless as straight between her legs, as each charm tag was obliterated, one after another, by single shots. The two up top set her modest breasts jiggling slightly, while the one below caused her to cross her legs and cry out girlishly, stumbling backward and dropping her sword. She covered herself with both hands at her groin, trying to fight back tears of desperation.

Maybe... There was just no way to challenge the gods in the arena of the gods. After all, she was sponsored by you, a god. By failing to protect her, you'd forsaken your own priestess. It was similar to when god had asked Jesus to take the cross, only for a much less empathetic reason, be it your own laziness and refusal of self-growth or your horny desires.

The crowd burst into cheers of excitement. It was the promised moment: one priestess stood while the other was vanquished. Nothing left now...

"Nothing left now but the tattoo," Don finished your thought, swallowing a prune while he dusted his hands off, then proceeded to wipe the sticky juice off onto the seat cushions beneath him. He didn't seem as happy right now as you expected him to be, for some reason... maybe he really had wanted a good fight more than he wanted that championship ring? "Kid, I gotta hand it to ya: you blew it worse than anybody I ever faced in this contest. The MC was right, though: that level of laziness you just showed was downright god-worthy!"

"Ha ha ha ha! I guess the age of the samurai is over, huh? That was embarrassing to watch!" Mila Minute guffawed, raising her hands to indicate that the crowd should jeer and clap for the defeat even harder than they already were. "Too bad! Time for the hunter to claim her prize!"

Buchikowasu had produced a cigarette, a much neater version of that jumbo cigar her skull smoked, and stuck it in one of the tiny perforations in her metal sick mask. Next, she pulled a lighter from her jacket and lit the tip, coolly and confidently. Her sneering eyes showed that she was really getting off on managing to make it through this fight fully clothed to her first victory... That was rare in the Kami Kurabe, so rare that you'd usually consider that the match was fixed or the god had picked their priestess as a joke. In this case, the priestess was pretty apt, but the god himself was pretty poorly chosen.

Anyway, the victor took a big draw from her cigarette, then approached. With the lighter put back up, she carried her gun over her shoulders like a tough guy out of an old-west movie. "Aaaw... Poor little Keiko. Here's a tip for next time: either bring a gun or at least bring a straight sword!" she taunted her opponent, grabbing Keiko's chin and pulling it up to smirk into her face.

"Y-You priestesses and gods... I'm not giving up... I'll regroup and then destroy every raiment, ending the reign of all gods!" Despite her brave words, all she could sense from the crowd... and from you... were the lewd thoughts they were having about her completely nude body. Being seen naked was a taboo, even for a pre-Aisatsu priestess, so you could only imagine how it felt for Keiko. Well, no... you actually had telepathy, so you could tell pretty acutely how frustrated she was.

"Those are some awfully big words from a first-contest loser," Buchikowasu cackled. "Tattoo time. I think I'll put it... how about right on your upper thigh? That way you can hide it with a fundoshi! Ha ha ha ha!"

Keiko continued to struggle, but when she did, the MC got involved, first gently encouraging her to take it with dignity and, when that didn't work, grabbing hold of her from behind with surprisingly strong arms. You watched as Buchikowasu took her cigarette from her mask, tapped it off one more time, then stuck her rifle's barrel between Keiko's legs, using her brute **** to hold the girl's legs open and expose her inner thigh (as well as her pussy). Next, she pressed the cigarette to Keiko's flesh. The shuddering... wasn't one of pain. You could see the priestess' eyes flash her opponent's signature color- black- and her tongue flap out erotically, as an orgasm escaped her body and her slit released moisture, spraying onto the floor of the arena and dripping down her inner thigh. You'd never seen one of these brandings in person... It was actually pretty intense. Slowly, Buchikowasu drew out the symbol of a dollar sign on the unfortunate girl's upper thigh...

"There. A nice tattoo to remember your first loss by!" Buchikowasu cackled, returning the cigarette to her mouthpiece and taking another deep drag, as if savoring the taste of the priestess' defeat in the smoke. "Hope you find an opponent you can beat somewhere... Or that you really love tattoos! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Keiko dragged herself off the field with her head bowed shamefully. You could hear thoughts... angry thoughts, still mixed with the confusing feeling of the orgasm she'd been **** to experience a moment ago... buzzing through her head as she left. You gulped, realizing that as sexy as it had all been to watch, her anger was going to fall back on you.

In these last moments, you saw the panels on her sword begin to shift around and move freely like they were remote-controlled drones... She had finally figured out how to use her weapon. That was good news for the future and bad news for what she might do to you.

"Hey... Hope you don't get hit with a deicide back there. That dame looks like she still has a fight on her mind..." Don warned you, patting you on the shoulder as he rose to his feet. "Sorry for trickin' ya into this kid, but them's the breaks." He left... you wondered if he was going to congratulate Buchikowasu on her victory? Somehow, it was hard to imagine those two being a cute couple... Probably because neither of them was cute.

((Sin +3))
((Faith -3))
((Keiko's Tier -1))
((Don's Tattoo received))