I followed Marisa to wherever she wanted me to go, staying just a step behind her the whole time. When we finally reached the place she had been leading me to, I stopped for a moment and looked around, only to realize that we were standing in the middle of an alley.

It wasn't exactly what I had pictured.

Honestly, I had been expecting something a bit more dramatic. Maybe a hidden door tucked into a wall, or a secret passage that would slide open once she pressed something. That kind of thing. So I kept my attention on everything around us, waiting for something to shift or reveal itself.

Nothing did.

For a second, it almost felt underwhelming.

Then it happened.

A magic circle suddenly appeared right under our feet.

It didn't just pop in quietly either. The lines formed all at once, intricate and precise, spreading out beneath us like something that had always been there but had only just decided to show itself. It started glowing faintly at first, then brighter, and brighter, until the light was strong enough to swallow everything in sight.

The glow wrapped around us completely.

Before I could even react properly, it pulled us in.

She must have activated it. That was the only explanation that made sense.

When the light faded and I opened my eyes again, the alley was gone.

I found myself standing inside what looked like the interior of a mansion.

It was… spacious. Way more than I expected. The air felt different too, quieter, and somehow heavier in a way that made it clear this place wasn't just for show. My gaze slowly moved around the room, taking in everything piece by piece.

And then I noticed them.

Statues.

Everywhere.

Statues of me.

More specifically, statues of a man wearing a comedy mask.

I stared at them for a moment, trying to process it. The details were too precise to ignore. The posture, the proportions, even the way the mask sat on the face. It was all familiar in a way that made it hard to brush off.

"That's right… I was wearing a comedy mask back then, wasn't I?" I said, glancing over at her.

The memory wasn't perfectly clear. A lot of the smaller details from when we had sex back then were kind of hazy, like trying to recall something through fog. Still, one thing stuck with me.

I was wearing a mask.

I definitely remembered that part.

Which only raised another question.

How the hell did she manage to figure out who I was?

My eyes drifted back to the statues, and that was when something else stood out. Something that was… impossible to ignore, even if I wanted to.

There was a certain detail about them that was way too prominent.

The massive cock.

It was right there, clearly defined, protruding from between the legs in a way that didn't leave much to the imagination. The level of detail was honestly ridiculous. Whoever made these didn't hold back at all. If anything, they went out of their way to get it as accurate as possible.

It even looked similar to mine.

That realization made me pause for a second longer than I wanted to admit.

How did someone even manage to replicate something like that so precisely?

Don't tell me…

Was this the cult that was revering a cock that I kept hearing about lately?

"Actually, we've been trying to learn more about you," she said, breaking the silence like it was nothing. "And we've uncovered quite a lot. Besides, I'm not the only woman you've fucked, you know? There are many others. Not only have they been idolizing you since you fucked them with your big, impressive penis, but they also revere you. And all of that came from just one time. It was that good. None of them could forget it. I'm part of that group… and I was actually the one who founded it."

I blinked once.

Then again.

Well… that explained a lot more than I expected.

I mean, it sounded exactly like what it was.

I didn't even know how to react to that right away. On one hand, I was really, and I mean really, grateful that they were revering me and my cock. That kind of appreciation wasn't exactly something you got every day.

On the other hand…

An entire group?

A whole setup like this?

When you actually stopped and thought about it, it was kind of embarrassing.

Not just a little embarrassing either. The kind that creeps up on you slowly the more you look around and realize how far things have gone.

Still, I couldn't really say anything to stop them.

There wasn't much of a reason to.

If anything, part of me felt like it was only natural for them to revere my cock. Saying it like that sounded bad in my head, and I knew it, but at the same time, they weren't being forced into it. They chose this.

People were free to worship whatever they wanted.

"So… this might be the cult I've been hearing about?" I asked, looking back at Marisa.

"Cult? No, Lord Mephisto. I would prefer if you didn't refer to us that way. You can call it a church if you must. We don't operate like those groups that do shady things," she replied calmly. "Although, we do try to spread your name to other frustrated women. We provide them with dildos designed after your cock, matching both its girth and length."

That confirmed it.

They were the ones behind those dildos.

The same ones that had been showing up and somehow pulling people in.

Recruitment through that method sounded almost ridiculous when you said it out loud, but clearly, it worked.

Although it felt a bit excessive on paper, I couldn't really deny the results. They had built all of this, after all.

"By the way, this isn't the only thing we've built for you," she continued. "Shall we go further, Lord Mephisto?"

So this wasn't even everything.

I looked around again, taking in the size of the place, the number of statues, the level of detail in each one.

Just how much money did they spend on this?

"You don't need to worry, Lord Mephisto. All the funds used to build this were prepared over a long period of time," she said, almost like she had read my mind.

"Yeah… I can see that."

We started walking, side by side, deeper into the mansion.

As we moved, I kept looking around, noticing more and more things that I hadn't seen at first glance. Paintings lined the walls, each one depicting me wearing the same mask. Different angles, different poses, but all carrying the same level of detail.

And of course, there it was again.

The same focus.

My cock.

Each painting emphasized it in a way that made it impossible to ignore. The artists didn't hold back at all. If anything, they leaned into it.

At this point, I didn't even know what to say anymore.

All I could really do was let out a quiet breath and smile wryly.