Sato Kiyoki was no stranger to handling disruptions at his religious gatherings.
He wasn't flustered in the slightest.
Within the church were muscular men whose sleeves could barely contain their biceps. They weren't there for decoration but were his enforcers, specifically tasked with dealing with those who came to cause trouble and question their practices.
One of the muscular men nearest to Aozawa stepped forward. With a grin that didn't reach his eyes, he said, "Since His Holiness has spoken, please follow me to the adjacent room to rest."
"Do not resist. I don't want to use force against a poor lamb."
Aozawa grabbed his shirt and ripped it upward. The muscular man was surprised to find that, under the shirt, the youth not only had an eight-pack but was also wearing a black, mesh-like, erotic vest.
