"By the way, did the crystal on the staff break due to age-related deterioration?"

"That shouldn’t be possible... The only explanation is that the God of Light, Lalum, rejected bestowing a blessing upon you..."

"Why...? I haven’t done anything wrong."

I did think of Ratatouille as "the kind of woman in a fantasy erotic manga who protects her pussy with defensive magic against tentacles but forgets to protect her asshole and ends up ahegaoing from anal orgasms," and I did compare the staff to an extra-thick dildo... but there’s no way my perverted fantasies are the reason God refused to bless me, right?

The gods on Earth are pretty open to degenerate play—they stick it in the mouth of a vomiting goddess or fuck the pussy of a goddess turned into a cow. Aren’t gods tolerant of perverted stuff?

The god I know in this world even turned into a dragon and rubbed her pussy against a rock to masturbate.

Looking down, the shattered Holy Crystal lay on the floor. So it really exploded after failing to give me divine protection. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"A merciful god would never refuse to bless one of his children. No reaction would be one thing, but for it to shatter... You must be such an evil person that even the gods despise you... Or perhaps, as you said, the holy artifact really was old..."

"I’m sure that’s it. I’m not an evil person. If I really were, that staff would’ve already been shoved deep into your asshole by now."

"Eh? Asshole?"

"Never mind. Anyway, about the blessing..."

"Please don’t worry. I will grant it through a different method."

Ratatouille picked up a small bottle from the prayer stand. Even just from her turning around, I caught a clear view of her deep cleavage and ass, so my erection refused to go down. Thankfully, the loose borrowed robe hid my boner well.

However, I felt really guilty about soaking the inside with my precum. I’ll wash it properly before returning it...

I wonder if soap exists in this world. I’m probably the only person who’s realized the importance of soap after staining borrowed clothes with precum from an erection in another world. Everyone else is developing it for serious reasons like making money or preventing disease.

Would it be so wrong to invent soap just so I can use the bubbles for lotionless onahole play?

The white liquid inside the bottle Ratatouille was holding looked like goat or cow milk. She dipped her finger in it and brought it toward my forehead.

"O God of Light, Lalum. Grant this person your blessing—"

Her finger moved as if drawing some kind of character.

Then...

*Snap!*

A sound and shock like static electricity when you touch a doorknob while wearing a sweater in winter occurred.

"Kyaa!"

*Crash!*

The bottle shattered, and the white liquid splattered across the priestess’s face and breasts.

Her face now looked like it had received a facial, and the thin fabric of her clothes became see-through, clearly outlining her areolas. Earlier I had focused on checking her pubic hair and neglected her areolas, so now was the time.

They were huge. Just the thick areolas alone were probably as big as the entire breasts of the flat-chested Dragon God Lucia.

I quickly looked up. If she realized I was staring at a sacred priestess’s areolas, she’d be furious. But Ratatouille seemed too shaken to notice my gaze.

W-what do I do? Should I examine her areolas more closely while I still can?

"Once again, the blessing has been rejected... Why...? The God of Light..."

Ratatouille looked dazed, but then she seemed to realize something and gasped.

I hurriedly raised my eyes.

"D-don’t tell me... You are a monster in human form. And not just any monster—a high-ranking demon capable of faking the sanctification of a Holy Crystal...!"

"No, I’m not! If I really were a monster, I would’ve already sprouted tentacles and pierced your asshole long ago."

"Eh?! Y-you said the word ’asshole’ again! What exactly is an ’asshole’...!?"

What the hell? Does the word "anal" not exist in this world?

Or is Ratatouille just extremely ignorant about sex despite being a holy shrine maiden?

Would saying "anus" properly get the point across?

I hate when people correct me saying "Anal means ’of the anus,’ the correct term is anus." That’s talking about English "anal" and "anus." For us anal lovers, it’s called "anal"!

"I didn’t say ’asshole.’ I said the shattered crystal fragments are dangerous to step on."

I picked up one of the broken crimson Holy Crystals. While doing so, I casually checked Ratatouille’s crotch area.

Unfortunately, even though the fabric was thin, because she was standing with the window behind her, I couldn’t see her pubic hair through it.

However, since I was able to openly lower my face near her crotch, I took a deep breath and smelled it properly. It didn’t have any particularly lewd scent, but the air that entered my lungs felt cool and refreshing.

I held up the Holy Crystal in front of Ratatouille’s eyes.

"See? The color hasn’t changed at all. That ’pachi’ sound earlier was just static electricity. Do you know what static electricity is? It happens when the air is dry and things spark. Maybe the crystal shattering was also caused by something like that."

"Hmm... suspicious..."

"It’s not suspicious. Right?"

I turned to Iferaski behind me for support, but the airheaded girl didn’t understand the situation and just tilted her head.

Then, for some reason, she suddenly lowered her gaze and started sniffing the air.

Don’t tell me she noticed the smell of my precum!?

Hey, don’t start sucking dick in the middle of a church, and right in front of a female priestess!

I’m already extremely suspicious right now, you know!?

I turned back toward Ratatouille.

Right at that moment, her poorly fastened clothes fell straight down with a thud.

Ratatouille’s face instantly turned bright red, and she hurriedly covered her breasts with both hands.

"Kyaa... N-no... You can’t..."

I had no idea what exactly she meant by "can’t."

There was no need to pretend I hadn’t seen anything anymore, so I openly gazed at the priestess’s body. Her figure was soft and rounded all over, with a slightly plump belly full of gentle pudge. It looked like it would feel amazing to hug.

The female priestess was so shocked that she even forgot to cover her blonde pubic hair, the same color as her hair.

After constantly watching Western porn with shaved pussies, seeing this gave me the same indescribable sense of discomfort I sometimes feel when watching Japanese porn. It’s not that bushy Japanese pubic hair is bad, but it feels weird—like hair growing where it shouldn’t.

It was a complete reversal of values. The crotch is originally a place where hair *should* grow, but I’ve been conditioned to think it *should* be hairless. My brain short-circuited from the clash between common sense and acquired values, and I instinctively reached out to rip off Priestess Ratatouille’s pubic hair.

However, my fingertips never touched her rounded lower belly.

Well, I *did* touch a rounded belly, but the quality of the roundness was completely different.

It was the plump, soft belly characteristic of a loli body type.

Yes. At some point, the fully naked Dragon God girl Lucia had appeared there.

Lucia smiled sweetly and shook her silver hair on her forehead.

"Good morning, Masaharu."

"Good morning, Lucia."

She’s a Dragon God, so suddenly appearing isn’t that surprising.

Being fully naked is also normal if she was sleeping in the magma bath.

In other words, a fully naked girl suddenly appearing in front of me is a completely ordinary, common-sense phenomenon.

On the other hand, the strange sight was the female priestess falling on her butt, eyes vacant, mouth open in a daze, and beginning to wet herself. In no time, Ratatouille’s crotch became soaked, and a sweet-smelling liquid spread across the floor.

Another strange thing was Iferaski curled up in the corner of the room, hugging her head with her back turned to us.

No, no, even if she appeared without warning, is it really necessary to be *that* scared?

"Iferaski, what’s wrong?"

"...! ...Hii!"

She didn’t answer when I called her, just trembled violently. She looked exactly like a small herbivore cornered by a large predator.

Lucia tugged on the hem of my clothes.

"What’s wrong with that girl?"

"I don’t know. She seems terrified of something..."

"I see... She’s a horse girl, right?"

"Yeah, but call her ’umanko’ (horse pussy)."

"Masaharu... No matter how much of a beastkin she is, it’s not nice to call a girl ’pussy’..."

"Not ’omanko,’ ’umanko’!"

"Omanko?"

"Umanko!"

"Omanko?"

"Umanko!"

"Umanko?"

"Omanko!"

"Masaharu, you said ’omanko’..."

"Ugh... I fell for it again."

After enjoying our short reunion, Lucia walked over to Iferaski.

"Cute umanko. There, there..."

"...! ...Hii!"

*Psssh... Psssh...*

*Shaaaaaaa—!*

The moment Lucia started petting her, Iferaski also started urinating loudly. The stream was so powerful that her white waistcloth became soaked instantly, reaching its limit, and urine began shooting out in a clear arc.

"Umanko, what’s wrong?"

"...?! ...?!"

As Lucia continued stroking her head, the heavy, wet waistcloth slipped down.

Then Iferaski flopped over onto her back, exposing her pussy completely with her belly facing up. It was the absolute submission pose that wild animals should never show.

Her eyes were filled with despair, as if saying "I’ve given up on living, so just bite into my defenseless belly and kill me already..."

"U-uh... What the hell is going on...?"

Why is half the people in this room pissing themselves...? The nudity rate is also really high. What the hell is this place? A den of perverts?

**Incontinence:** Ratatouille, Iferaski.

**Full Nudity:** Ratatouille, Iferaski (still wearing chest cloth), Lucia.

The female priestess gets double points, so even though she serves God, she’s the biggest pervert here.

As if she could read minds, Lucia said "The most perverted one is Masaharu who’s still hard..." and flicked the tip of my cock with her finger.

"Hauu... Ugh..."

I bent forward at the waist. Right in front of my eyes was Lucia’s flat chest. After seeing Ratatouille’s massive breasts, Lucia’s really were nothing.

"Lucia, who accurately pinpointed the tip of my erection, has taken first place in the pervert rankings."

"Ehehe..."

"Don’t look so happy when I’m not praising you."

This church is full of nothing but perverts. It’s insane.

I’m wearing a red robe, but it’s just a simple rectangular cloth with a hole in the center for the head. When I bend forward, the robe hangs down and creates space in front of my body, exposing my erect cock. Guess I’m a member of the pervert club now too...

I stroked Iferaski’s belly to calm her down.

"Calm down, Iferaski."

"...!"

She just kept shaking and trembling.

"Hmm. She really is scared of Lucia, huh?"

"Sad..."

"Maybe her wild instincts sensed Lucia’s true identity?"

"Could be..."

"Or maybe the priestess’s sacred power did something."

"Is that it?"

"Who knows... Anyway, what did you come here for?"

"Because... Even though I already gave Masaharu my protection, someone tried to overwrite it."

As if saying "This is mine," Lucia hugged me tightly.

*Boing.*

Even though her breasts are small, they’re soft. Lucia’s whole body is squishy and fluffy.

Oh, I get it now.

The female priestess tried to give me the blessing of the God of Light, and it clashed with the Dragon God’s protection.

That’s why the crystal shattered and the priestess’s clothes burst off.

In other words, this tragic scene with a 50% incontinence rate is mostly my fault...