"Oh right."
"Might as well, since we are here and all."
"No! If she does, this world will be changed forever!" Min yelled, struggling with all her might to undo the line holding her… which only managed to chafe her skin something fierce.
Petunia raised the gun, closed one of her eyes, took a deep breath, and squeezed the-
"NO GUNS!" An elegant, melodious voice sang across the minds of every inhabitant of the market.
A giant figure appeared in the sky. A beautiful woman with translucent skin hovered over the market. Her blue hair flowed across the clouds like a river, a golden scythe shining on her right hand while her left held a wine bottle.
Everyone immediately fell to her knees, no one daring to say a word. Peonie squirmed and thrashed with all her muscles, much to the annoyance of her companion.
"Ow, oww… Peonie, stop! What are you trying to do?!"
"Kneel! That's T-turia! The youngest of the Gracious Sisters!"
Even Min gasped. She was like one of the three head-honchos of the local religion. This was like a Classical Greek person meeting Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades in the flesh.
"Oh most spirited and holy Turia, it's been centuries since you visited our world like this!" While everyone was paralyzed, an elderly nun rushed out of the local convent. "To what do we owe such holy-"
"NO GUNS."
Turia waved her scythe, and in an instant, Petunia's P9T turned to dust. "Eeeep!" the green inventor jumped back, her whole body shaking.
"THOU INVENTION IS TOO DANGEROUS TO EXIST. THOU WILL NOT MAKE MORE OF THEM."
"Huh, so that's how the world remained stuck in medieval times…" Min muttered.
"B-b-but, think about the-"
"THOU ART NOT LEARNING THY LESSON! SUCH TRANSGRESSION REQUIRES PUNISHMENT." Turia paused, her head moving ever so slightly as she scanned the crowd. For a second, it seemed like she had locked eyes with Min. "I KNOW THE KIND OF PUNISHMENT YOUR ARROGANT ILK NEEDS."
Petunia's clothes exploded out of her body. The inventor shrieked and crouched down to hide her curvy physique, hiding behind the target dummies to cover herself.
However, the wood turned translucent, and Petunia's sharp magenta nipples were once again exposed to the market. She then ducked underneath a table, but it also disappeared, her soft behind pointing right back at the crowd.
"W-what's going on?"
"THOU HUBRIS LED TO SIN AGAINST THE NATURAL ORDER, SO NOW YOU WILL BE HUMBLED AND LAID BARE FOR ALL TO SEE. THOU SHALT ONLY BE FORGIVEN BY UNDERTAKING A PILGRIMAGE TO MY CATHEDRAL."
"Oh man, I done that once…" Min said. "It sucks."
"W-w-what, that's…" Petunia bit her tongue as she looked up. Turia was glaring, her glowing holy eyes focused enitrely her trembling body. Somehow, it seemed like a bad idea to refute her further. "I'll… do as you wish, your holiness…"
"GOOD." Turia's body turned more translucent. She was slowly beginning to fade away. "THIS AFFAIR IS THUS SET-"
"Wait, but where's the line?" Petunia asked, stepping forward on trembling green legs and with her hands folded across her body.
"HUH?" Turia regained all her color. "WHAT LINE?"
"The line of what can and I can't invent! Like, metal bit throwers are out of the question, but do I have to scrap my long-distance crossbow?"
"NO. THAT IS ACCEPTABLE."
"What about the fire-powder that ignites with the air, sticks to the skin and can't be doused by water?"
"YES. THAT CROSSES THE LINE. FORGET ABOUT THAT MONSTROSITY."
"I'm also tinkering with a gas that paralyses the lungs by-"
"IF THOU EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT ONE AGAIN, THOU SHALT BE SMITTEN ON THE SPOT."
"What about my giant rideable golem? Do I have to scrap those plans as well?"
"Oooohhh, a mecha sounds cool," Yoshio said, poking his head up from behind the windmill's spinning blade.
"Yeah, yeah!" Min nodded, accidentally headbutting Peonie.
"I… ERR… GIANT ROBOTS SHALL BE JUDGED ON A CASE-BY-CASE BASIS…"
"Yesss…." Petunia, Min and Yoshio hissed together.
Turia began fading again. "NOW, I MUST-"
"Wait, most holy Turia!" Peonie yelled.
"URGH, WHAT NOW?" she regained color once more.
"Can you, err, please help one of your devout followers?" Peonie struggled against the binds. "If it's not too much trouble…"
"NO, IN THY GREED THOU ALMOST PURCHASED THE ACCURSED GUNS. THIS IS THE PUNISHMENT FOR THY HUBRIS…"
"Oh come on… it was my sister's idea."
"FAIR POINT…"
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Corsica Peonie of Vineisse raised a paper fan over her carmine lips as she guffawed. She was sitting in a flower meadow along with other prominent noblewomen to enjoy a picnic in nature.
"I'm sorry, dear," she said, swiveling her head, her dark brown hair falling layered over her back. "But your suggestion that your knights can even compare to our own is laughable. Should you try anything, you'll find that our flower guard is full of surprises, especially now…"
The other noblewomen all looked at each other, and then Corsica. They giggled. "Well, you are right about that. You ARE full of surprises…"
Corsica dropped her fan to reach for a cup of tea. "Indeed, but what brought about that comment?" As she raised her hand, the cold marble brushed her dark nipples, and she shuddered.
Wait…
Corsica blinked twice, as if she couldn't believe the sight of her firm breasts rising with each of her breaths.
"Eeep!" She squealed, jumping back and falling out of the picnic mat. The little petals and grass blades of the meadow caressed every inch of her skin from the tip of her toes to her neck.
Some even tickled and brushed against quite the sensitive parts of her body she would rather be left well alone. There could be no doubt. Corsica was truly and completely naked.
"What?! How?! What happened to my dress? Where are my clothes?" She sat back up, her arms folded across her chest. Her peers didn't have any answers, only confused laughter. "C-can I get a bit of help, please?"
While Corsica would consider all the other women in the picnic her friends, by nature of their noble birth, they were also her rivals, which meant that they would seldom waste an opportunity to put her in place.
"Oh sure! You seem a bit bothered, dear. You know what calms me down?" A blonde noblewoman said, grabbing Corsica's left arm and pulling her back to her feet.
"Is it a stroll around town?" A redheaded noblewoman replied, grabbing Corsica's right arm. "Or is it across the palace?"
"Both, actually! Let's help our dear Corsica here take a stroll to calm those blushing cheeks!" The two nobles guffawed as they began walking.
Corsica could only gulp and shake her head as she was dragged along. With her arms at her side, she wasn't even afforded the dignity of trying to cover herself up.
"W-wait! This isn't funny! Turia knows I don't deserve this…"
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Turia vanished from the air, and the market resumed its usual bustle.
"Well, all's well that ends well…" Min said, beaming a smile.
Peonie looked around.
The market was half-burnt, with overturned vases and plates smashed everywhere. Petunia was shaking, her hands gripping her intimates as she looked at the crowd with wide open eyes like a deer spotting a hunter's bow. Roana was squirming in the stocks, and of course, people were still staring at Min's ass, as well as Peonie's.
The noblewoman groaned. "I don't know if this ended well, but it sure ended as usual for you, Min."