I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods – Chapter 99

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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The place the Popes led me to was a small room a bit further inside from where we had been.

Luna dragged me by the arm as she entered.

Floretta followed and closed the door behind us.

Despite the door appearing to be at least two or three finger-widths thick, it made no sound at all when closing.

I looked around.

The floor was entirely covered in red carpet.

Judging by how it muffled not only my footsteps but even the sound of the Popes’ high heels, it seemed to be no ordinary luxury item.

The walls were completely covered by deep purple curtains, except for three spots where what I presumed to be the Popes’ banquet attire was displayed.

I hesitated to even call those things clothes.

“Please, have a seat,” said Floretta, gesturing towards a large sofa opposite the entrance.

As Luna was also looking at me with subtle encouragement in her eyes, I obediently sank into the sofa.

My body sank deep into the cushions.

The Popes themselves seemed to have no intention of sitting, instead standing and simply gazing at me.

Our eyes met.

They returned slight smiles.

Honestly, it was incredibly uncomfortable.

I felt a tightness in my chest as if I’d eaten something I shouldn’t have, despite not having eaten anything.

I wondered if this was how the knight commanders had felt when told they would receive dresses from the Pope.

“Um… Floretta? Luna? It feels a bit odd for me to be the only one sitting while both Popes are standing…”

“Don’t worry about it, esteemed guest. We invited you here, after all.”

“We can’t have our guest standing, can we? Please don’t be concerned.”

The Popes paid no mind to my reaction and walked towards the wall, reaching for the banquet attire-like items hanging between the curtains.

Floretta and Luna returned to stand before me, holding the garments overlapped against their bodies.

Seeing them up close, they were even more outrageous outfits than I had first thought.

Luna met my eyes and spoke.

“Which type of dress would you prefer, esteemed guest?”

“…Do I have to choose from just these three options?”

I glanced back and forth between the item floating in front of Floretta’s body, the one in front of Luna’s, and the one still left unchosen.

All three had an outrageous level of exposure. It was pointless to even question why they were so scantily clad.

Even the lingerie and see-through combination dresses the knight commanders had worn at the previous banquet seemed modest compared to the scraps of cloth the Popes were now holding.

“If you have any specific preferences for the appearance, please let us know. Is there anything you’d like to request?”

“No, it’s not that… I was just wondering if there might be any dresses with… a bit less exposure…”

“I’m sorry, but we can’t do that, even at the esteemed guest’s request.”

Floretta drew a firm line.

Her expression became slightly stern as well.

“As the beings closest to the Sun and Moon, we Popes must always display our devotion and holiness. Covering our flesh is absolutely not permitted.”

The words “What does being naked have to do with holiness?” rose to my throat, but I managed to swallow them back down.

There was no point in arguing here.

I would never win anyway.

“Evangelina is correct, esteemed guest. The Pope is the one who leads the Holy Kingdom. Why should we, in such a position, be ashamed to show our bodies? If we have nothing to hide before God, we must prove our devotion by revealing our flesh.”

“Please reconsider your thoughts. If the Pope were to reduce the exposure of her attire, it would surely cause confusion among the faithful, making them think there must be some problem with her.”

“…”

The idea that people would think something was wrong if the Pope covered up more was inconceivable from my perspective, but the fact that it was perfectly plausible by this world’s common sense made it even more terrifying.

Common sense had changed professions quite a while ago since I had come to this world.

“…Yes. I understand, Floretta, Luna. I was being rude. I apologize.”

“There’s no need for you to apologize, esteemed guest. It’s natural that you wouldn’t know the customs of the Holy Kingdom, being from the Empire. We’re grateful that you understand now.”

Just as I was about to meekly apologize and end this, overwhelmed by the madness, a chilling thought suddenly occurred to me.

‘Surely men don’t have to do this too?’

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I felt goosebumps all over.

My body involuntarily shuddered.

This absolutely could not be the case.

I hurriedly opened my mouth.

“Floretta, do men also have to increase their exposure as their devotion deepens?”

“Pardon? Of course not. What an amusing jest.”

The Popes burst out laughing simultaneously.

Luna in particular found it so funny that she covered her mouth, giggling.

“Expressing devotion by revealing one’s body is limited to women only. This is because, according to scripture, the Sun and Moon are depicted as naked women.”

“…Well, that’s a relief.”

I let out a sigh of relief at Floretta’s answer.

It was truly fortunate that I wouldn’t have to see men in such a state.

It also meant I could continue wearing normal clothes.

“The greater one’s devotion, the more qualified they are to approach the heavens. Our sacred clothes are made for this reason as well.”

To summarize, because the Sun and Moon were depicted as naked women, only women could emulate the divine form, and the more exposed they were, the closer they were to God, thus requiring greater faith.

I had simply thought that exposure increased with faith due to the mod altering common sense, but there was actually a somewhat plausible reason behind it.

It was a bit unexpected.

Even so, the end result of these “clothes” being barely more than scraps of fabric remained unchanged.

“We’ll stop here with the talk of faith, lest you grow bored. Which of the two do you prefer, esteemed guest?”

With a bright smile, she moved the dress floating overlapped in front of her body a bit closer to me.

Thinking that the inevitable moment had finally come, I inwardly sighed as I looked at the dresses – no, the scraps of fabric that it would be an insult to other clothes to even call “clothes” – that Floretta and Luna were holding out.

What Floretta was holding was a fluttering necklace and C-string.

The very thin golden necklace had two pieces of fabric hanging down from it.

They were triangular golden cloths that narrowed towards the bottom.

The fabric was extremely short.

It ended just barely covering the nipples and areolas.

True to its purpose of covering the important parts, it covered precisely and only the important parts.

The bottom was even worse.

Instead of underwear, the genitals were covered by a C-string.

An incredibly small one at that.

I doubted whether the part touching the vulva was even as long as my palm.

The C-string extending upwards from there ended near the uterus.

As if to mark where the uterus was, there was even a small heart-shaped tattoo at the end.

“…”

Ignoring my rapidly worsening headache, I turned to look at what Luna was holding.

It was a different kind of outrageously minimal garment from Floretta’s.

A thin string similar in thickness to Floretta’s necklace wrapped around the side of the hip bone, and from its center, an equally thin piece of fabric barely covered the genitals.

Above the waist, it resembled what’s called a sling swimsuit.

However, its level of exposure was beyond imagination, with everything except near the nipples being no thicker than a single string.

The string that started just above the fabric covering the genitals rose up, pulled taut by the breasts, widened slightly at the peaks to cover the important parts, and then met again at the back of the neck.

And that was it.

One circular string passing around the hip bones, a scrap of fabric barely covering the genitals, and a micro sling bikini just long enough to barely cover the breast peaks.

‘…What kind of person designed such outfits?’

I felt dizzy.

I never imagined there could be clothes even more revealing than the Popes’ current sacred attire.

I had thought they would have to be completely naked to surpass what they were wearing now.

There was no way such ridiculous outfits existed in the original Brightest Darkness 4 world, so they must have been created by whoever changed the NPCs’ clothing.

I suddenly wanted to take a peek inside that person’s mind.

Trying to keep my reeling mind under control, I managed to open my mouth.

“Um… Do you not plan to wear anything else over these dresses?”

“Anything else, you say?”

“Like… what you’re wearing now… um…”

I was about to say “see-through” but the words got stuck in my throat.

I wondered if the Popes would even understand the term “see-through.”

“Ah, I see what you mean. You’re referring to this outer garment, aren’t you?”

Floretta pointed to her sleeve.

I nodded.

Even if it was a semi-transparent see-through, it would still be better than nothing at all.

No, anything added would be much better than the current state.

However, their reactions seemed a bit odd.

“…If the esteemed guest wishes it, we would gladly wear it.”

“T-Then I too… shall… haah…”

Both Floretta and Luna’s cheeks were turning a slight shade of pink.

Seeing this, I immediately sensed that I had once again made some kind of significant misunderstanding, though I wasn’t sure exactly what.

Whatever it was, it was clear that my recent request had been connected to something sensual or erotic.

Otherwise, the Popes wouldn’t be blushing like that.

My intuition was screaming warnings at me.

“No, let’s just forget I said anything. It was a slip of the tongue.”

I hurriedly tried to smooth over the situation.

I felt that whatever misunderstanding had occurred, it shouldn’t be left as it was.

“…Yes. I understand, esteemed guest.”

“I see…”

‘Why do they look disappointed now?’

Floretta and Luna’s shoulders visibly slumped.

By this point, I was intensely curious about what that see-through garment symbolized to elicit such reactions.

It certainly didn’t seem to be ordinary clothing.

“…Well then, let’s focus on choosing the dresses.”

I forced myself to look back at the Popes’ outfits, trying to salvage the situation.

More precisely, at the third outfit that hadn’t been chosen yet.

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[guys i can feel the r18 chap coming were so fuckin close goddamnit this dude has all the fuckin luck i swear]