Chapter 21: I Visually Violate the Huge Ass of the Busty Priestess Who was About to Get Attacked by Tentacles (2)

Even though a cute but dumb beastkin was right behind me, he didn’t even glance at her.

...Wait, is his target me?!

Oh no.

I’m open to the idea of someone playing with my ass someday, but only in a scenario where a girl teases me verbally while training me with a dildo. I don’t want to be pinned down and ass-fucked by a strong man!

Gatekeeper A held out the clothes he’d removed toward me—

Shit. He’s going to use them as a gag, tie up my limbs, and rape my ass! Even though I’ve never read BL, he’s going to violate me just like in those books!

Don’t lick me!

Don’t lick me in both the metaphorical and literal sense!

I have physical defense boosted by the Dragon God’s blessing!

There’s no way a gatekeeper’s dick can penetrate my Dragon God-protected asshole!

Wait, hold on. Does the status bonus I get apply to my asshole only when I’m in girl mode?

Is my asshole—boosted by 10% of the Dragon God’s girl-mode anal defense—stronger than a burly knight’s cock?

"Here, put this on."

"...Ah, yes. Thank you. And sorry for suspecting you."

I’d kind of expected something like this halfway through, but I got carried away and acted scared for fun.

"Suspecting me?"

"Um... I thought you were dragging me into an alley to rape me..."

"Me? Raping the horse girl?!"

"Ah, no... I thought you were going to rape me..."

"Me? Raping you?!"

"U-um, yes..."

"You’re a man, aren’t you?!"

Gatekeeper A briefly glanced down to check the symbol between my legs.

"Ah, yes. So... sorry about that..."

It seemed he had brought me to a secluded spot out of consideration so I could change without being seen. Though since I was already naked, the consideration was unnecessary.

The clothes he gave me reached down to mid-thigh, so they hid my dick. Even though it was just a surcoat worn over chainmail, putting clothes on my dick made me feel a little guilty. The red surcoat looked cool. I even felt like I could move three times faster.

"First, go to the church and prove you’re not a monster transformed into a human or a follower of an evil god. After that, consult with the church council members. They might help you get travel money back to your village or town, or introduce you to a job."

"Ah, yes."

"You’re not a warrior, right?"

"No."

"Then let’s go to the Lalm Church. Sound good?"

"Yes."

I had no idea what was going on, so I could only go with the flow.

Led by Gatekeeper A, I headed toward the church.

Iferasky grabbed the hem of my clothes and trotted along behind me. Grabbing the hem meant my ass was exposed, but whatever.

The church was normal-sized. Its sloped roof made it stand out a bit from the surrounding buildings, but it had the kind of presence where you might walk past it in a Japanese town, notice the sign one day, and think, "Oh, this isn’t a café—it’s a church."

Inside, in the nave (the room with lots of chairs that comes to mind when you hear "church"), about the size of a volleyball court, a female priestess was waiting at the altar. She looked late teens to early twenties, with white skin and blonde hair—a classic fantasy-world priestess.

She wasn’t wearing much makeup and had a gentle smile on her fair skin, making her exact age hard to tell. She could pass for a new OL who wasn’t used to makeup or a college student. The tear mole under her left eye and her huge breasts were especially striking.

Since all the girls I’d met so far were teens, I’ll assume this priestess is in her twenties. She looked the most mature so far.

After Gatekeeper A explained the situation, the priestess bowed and said, "Thank you for your service."

"I’ll leave the rest to you. Hey, when you get new clothes, return mine. They’re issued equipment, so I can’t lose them."

"Ah, yes. Thank you for everything."

Gatekeeper A left.

Huh?

He’s just leaving?

I’m about to be checked to see if I’m a monster transformed into a human, right?

I’m actually human so it’s fine, but what if I really was a monster in human form?

Who’s going to fight me?

If I were a monster, a few pages from now this priestess would be getting every hole violated by tentacles, covered in fluids, right?

The poor priestess’s fate would be either becoming a tentacle monster’s breeding ground, endlessly laying eggs while spraying breast milk until she dies, or taming the tentacle monster, becoming the mother of monsters, and living peacefully while giving them her milk...

In any case, it’s guaranteed that milk will spray from her erect nipples on those massive breasts...

Completely unaware that in my head she was being gangbanged by tentacles with erect nipples all over her body, the priestess smiled gently.

"This way, please."

The gentle priestess guided me to the inner room.

Iferasky naturally followed.

The priestess wore a thin, smooth silk or satin-like garment that clearly showed her body lines. Because she was walking ahead, I could see the exact shape of her ass, and even the cleft between her cheeks was visible through the thin fabric.

She’s definitely not wearing panties.

With every step, her ass jiggled softly—purin purin.

Compared to all the firm asses I’d seen so far, hers looked especially soft.

Lucia has a loli body, the female knight has a trained, slender one, and the horse girl’s legs and ass are tight from all the running.

This priestess’s ass was so purin purin it made me want to pour white caramel sauce all over it. If I thrust from behind, would my dick even reach her asshole? Her ass meat is so thick that my hips might stop, trapped between those two soft cheeks, and my cock might never reach.

What a lewd ass!

Every time she stepped with her right foot, the soft flesh began to jiggle rightward. When her foot planted, the flesh that lost its rightward momentum gave one quick, surprised little purun shake from the sudden deceleration. Then, following inertia, it continued shifting right. Meanwhile, her left foot started moving forward, applying leftward force across her entire ass.

The right cheek, which moved first, collided with the left cheek that followed, creating a secret, inaudible clap right in front of her asshole. The shockwave from the cheek collision spread throughout her ass, generating complex vibrations inside.

The more a big-assed girl walks, the more these waves endlessly expand and converge.

And the focal point of those vibrations is her asshole.

One after another, the waves of soft flesh amplify and converge, eventually creating a tiny wormhole at her anus.

Anything that touches that wormhole would be transported to another dimension.

In other words, you can insert infinite foreign objects into a big-ass girl’s asshole.

That’s why anal beads can be endlessly inserted into the asses of big-assed white or Latina women, or why dildos as thick as legs can fit.

Ahh... what an erotic ass...

I want to bury my face in it.