Hentai Dragon King

There’s no doubt that this female priestess has an insanely erotic ass. But is this thin fabric really okay? The congregation seats are dimly lit, so it’s hard to tell, but if she were standing in a bright room facing forward, wouldn’t her pubic hair be completely visible through it?

Even in those image videos, you can see the shape of the pussy and clit through swimsuits. So with this frilly, lace-like outfit, the shape of her pubic hair should be totally obvious, right?

Actually, it’s not just the pubic hair. Her areolas and nipples would definitely show their shape clearly.

I’ve only heard the name ”Lalum Church,” but just who the hell is Lalum? Is this some kind of erotic church?

Is this really a place where a perverted, sexually deviant guy like me is allowed to enter?

My dick is rock-hard and it’s hard to walk.

The borrowed long robe is made of thick, heavy fabric, so it clings to my body and presses down on my cock. The rough, scratchy lining keeps rubbing and stimulating my dick...!

Ugh... uuuh...

Because of my erection, I can’t help but hunch forward.

”Please, come in.”

”Is that really okay?!”

For a split second, I hallucinated that the anus deep between the ass I’d been staring at had spoken to me. I thought I’d finally reached the point where I loved assholes so much that I could hear them speak...

If she tells me to ”come in,” my son is going to go straight inside.

”O-of course. The church opens its doors to everyone. Please, come in.”

”Your pussy is open?! Not just your asshole?!”

”Eh?! Ass... hole?”

”Ah, no... I mean, thank you for not only opening your ’doors’ but also allowing me to ’enter’ inside.”

”Oh, I see. Please don’t hesitate, come right in.”

”Y-yes...”

Because of how erotic this priestess looks, everything she says sounds like dirty talk to me.

That tear mole that appears when she’s surprised is way too erotic...

She led me into a small room containing only a modest prayer stand and a desk. Morning sunlight streamed in through the cross-shaped window on the right, making the room bright. It felt filled with pure, clean air.

I faced the female priestess. Her outfit was so thin that I could probably find her nipples, but I forced myself not to stare. This is a church. I have no idea what god they worship, but I shouldn’t harbor dirty thoughts.

Since she serves a god, she’s probably a virgin, right? Her breasts are about the size of volleyballs. They’re not perfect spheres—they hang with a natural weight under gravity. Amazing. Somehow, the thin fabric around her chest acts like a bag for her tits. Instead of the cloth simply falling straight down from the peaks, it perfectly outlines the shape of her breasts.

It reminded me of those image videos with super busty foreign women. Because their tits reach all the way to their navels, the proportions look distorted, and it fries your brain.

Overall, the priestess matches my first impression perfectly: the exact body type of a woman in a fantasy erotic manga who gets assaulted by tentacles. She might defend her pussy with light magic, but her neglected asshole gets violated and she ahegaos like crazy... That’s the kind of face and body she has. Since she’s never masturbated, the moment a sucker-type tentacle latches onto her clit, she’ll instantly get wet and start feeling it...

Wait, hold on.

The fact that she led me into this small room might mean she’s about to say, ”I’ll check if you’re possessed by a demon through sex.” A woman running a church alone must be pent-up with sexual frustration at night.

That’s it. Maybe getting an erection from a human woman is the way to tell humans and demons apart!

I’m already hard from my own delusions. I’m human!

Damn it.

I just told myself five seconds ago not to have dirty thoughts toward the priestess, and now I’m thinking about nothing but erotic stuff!

What an insanely erotic-looking woman. She drives me to have the most perverted, lewd fantasies and keeps edging me on!

I’ll name her the Holy Shrine Maiden Ratatouille. Ratatouille is probably a French or Italian dish. I’ve microwaved the canned version a few times. Why do foreign dish names sound so much like fantasy character names...?!

”This gem at the tip of the staff is a crimson Holy Crystal.”

Ratatouille picked up an expensive-looking staff from the prayer desk. The gold decorations sparkled in the morning sunlight. It was about the size of those massive, extra-large dildos that appear in extreme anal development videos.

To be blunt, it was a viciously thick size that could never fit into a slender girl’s asshole. Unless a girl’s asshole was actually connected to a wormhole, there’s no way something like this could go in.

*Gulp...*

I swallowed hard, terrified by the sheer girth of the extra-thick dildo.

”If a servant of the Demon King or a monster touches it, the Holy Crystal will turn black and cloudy.”

So this world has a Demon King... Well, since there’s a Dragon God, there are probably all sorts of things. Good thing I wasn’t reincarnated as the hero who has to defeat the Demon King.

No, that doesn’t matter right now.

What matters is whether this gigantic dildo can fit into Ratatouille’s asshole.

What do I do?

If I have to prove I’m human by inserting this massive dildo into her ass...

There’s no way it’s going in.

”Now, please extend your hand...”

”Y-yes.”

She pointed the tip of the staff at me. I’m not a monster, so I have nothing to fear, but the size really is like an extra-thick dildo, so I felt a bit nervous. Since it looked expensive, I lightly tapped it with my fingertip. Ifera-ski copied me and tapped it too.

The crimson crystal showed no change at all.

Thank goodness. I breathed a sigh of relief.

The priestess also looked relieved. I’d love to physically stroke her chest for her.

Looking again, her ridiculous enormous breasts hung heavily, unable to resist gravity. No good. I can’t just stroke her chest. I want to lift them from below. I wonder if they feel like mochi—both heavy and soft. I want to touch them so badly.

”You have been proven not to be a being of demonic nature. O God of Light, Lalum, grant this person your blessing.”

As the priestess raised the staff and prayed—

*Crack!*

The crystal at the tip of the staff shattered with a loud sound.

And then—

*Snap!*

The circlet on her forehead broke, and the seashell-shaped clasp that had been holding her outfit at the shoulders also shattered. The thin garment fell straight down with a heavy *thud*, leaving the holy shrine maiden completely naked.

”Kyaa!”

The fully nude big-breasted woman covered her chest with her right arm (the one still holding the staff) and placed her left hand over her crotch.

But her slender right arm was far too thin to hide her water-balloon tits—most of her breasts were still exposed.

Her left hand covered her adult pussy, but unkempt golden pubic hair spilled out messily around it.

Her body had a soft, rounded fullness overall. Below her huge breasts, her belly showed a bit of pudge and looked pleasantly plump. It seemed like it would feel great to hug. After seeing the toned abs of female knights and horse-riding girls, this softer flesh felt fresh and new.

I’d seen what there was to see, so I deliberately looked away as if I hadn’t seen anything.

I don’t know from what age she had been living under the teachings of God, but she probably had almost no experience being seen naked by a man. The embarrassment must be overwhelming. If she realized a man had seen the pubic hair covering her ripe, virgin pussy in her twenties, she’d probably be devastated.

I tried to act as naturally as possible.

”My eyes, my eyeeees—!”

I pretended that something had flashed and I couldn’t see the priestess’s naked body because it was too bright.

But then—

”I-I’m so sorry... for showing an old lady’s naked body...”

Ratatouille seemed to have misunderstood my words and reacted like the opening scene of a married-woman erotic manga.

She probably thinks her body as a virgin in her twenties is something filthy. If this other world is based on medieval Europe, getting married in your teens is normal, so being single past twenty might make her feel self-conscious.

Well, she’s a priestess, so maybe not, but there’s no doubt she objectively underestimates her own attractiveness...

To be honest, for someone like me who’s watched tons of Western anal videos, Ratatouille’s appearance is a direct hit. If she had an anal rose, I’d lick it with all my might even if it was covered in my cum. I’d grab her anal rose and use it like an onahole while fucking it.

That’s exactly why I don’t want her to underestimate her own naked body.

”Ah, no... You’re beautiful...”

I said something straight out of the male lead in a married-woman erotic manga. Normally, the priestess would notice my raging erection, blush, and say ”Are you getting excited by an old lady like me?” Then she’d get turned on and stare at my cock, whispering ”It’s bigger than my husband’s...”

But she’s a virgin priestess, after all. There’s no husband to compare to, so it didn’t turn into an erotic manga scene.

She picked up the broken-clasp garment, made some kind of adjustment or new fastener, and somehow put her clothes back on.

”I am one who serves God. I will pretend I did not hear those words just now.”

”Ah, yes.”

Well, yeah. Of course.

Reality doesn’t turn into an erotic manga that easily.