Lucia stops her hand as she reaches out toward Iferasky, who is frozen in the absolute submission small-animal pose.

"I don’t want to scare her cute little pussy, so... I’ll head back..."

"Ah, um... Sorry about that... Oh, wait."

"...?"

I kneel in front of Lucia, pull her small butt closer, and kiss her childish vertical slit.

*Chu.*

"I’m the Dragon God’s Masturbation Assistant. I won’t receive blessings from any god other than Lucia. If anything like this happens again, protect me like you did today."

"...Mm. Got it."

"I’ll get stronger so I can pierce Lucia’s hymen as soon as possible. So please wait just a little longer."

"Mm. I’m looking forward to it."

*Chu.*

Leaving the soft sensation of her lips on my cheek, the Dragon God girl disappears.

Inside the church room, only I, the incontinent Iferasky, and the incontinent, fully naked female priestess remain.

This is bad.

Because the incontinence rate is higher, I’m now in the minority. Maybe I should wet myself too.

For now, I grab the rag under the desk and wipe up the urine on the floor. I’m not crazy enough to drink piss that spilled on the floor.

To destroy the evidence, I try to wring the rag outside the window, but I struggle a bit. It’s a cross-shaped window divided by wooden frames, but I can’t figure out how to open it. It doesn’t slide horizontally or vertically.

After examining it carefully, I discover that pulling it toward me lets the bottom half come out. The glass is slightly cloudy. Maybe this world’s technology can’t produce large, clear single panes of glass?

Outside the window, I wring out the rag and Iferasky’s waistcloth, dumping the urine into the garden. Beautiful flowers will surely bloom down there. Then butterflies will drink the nectar... A praying mantis will catch the fluttering butterfly. A cat will pin the mantis from behind with its front paw. A bird of prey will swoop down, snatch the cat, and fly up—only to be eaten by a giant flying dragon.

The flying dragon will dye the earth black with its massive body while calmly looking down on the world. The driving force behind it all is Iferasky and Latatouille’s piss.

Thus, the world circulates.

"Iferasky, that Lucia from earlier isn’t scary at all, okay? There, there. Gooood girl."

I stroke around her belly button to calm her down, then lick the urine off the fur around her crotch as a form of grooming.

I lick from bottom to top repeatedly. Her loose curls stretch out vertically. It looks interesting, and the act of licking a girl’s pubic hair is arousing, but honestly, the coarse texture feels unpleasant. It’s like an extreme version of getting hair in your mouth. The discomfort is off the charts.

The stimulation around her groin seems to have brought her back. With teary eyes, Iferasky releases the absolute submission small-animal pose and sits up.

"Pii..."

"There, there."

It seems that when she gets emotional, she exhales strongly through her nose and makes a "pii" sound. It’s so cute that it makes me want to scare her a little.

Anyway, Iferasky seems fine now.

But the other one is still in a tragic state.

The female priestess Latatouille lies unconscious, legs spread wide with her pussy completely exposed—looking exactly like right after a rape. The white liquid used in the blessing ritual is splattered around her pussy and on her belly. No matter how you look at it, it’s semen. Thank you very much, indeed.

Maybe I should write "正" (correct/virgin) about four times on her thighs...

The holy staff lying on the floor now looks like nothing but an extra-thick dildo from any angle. Being made to cum twenty times on something that thick would obviously make anyone pass out.

"Should I put clothes on Latatouille...? But..."

Her pussy and thighs are covered in white liquid and piss, so I should probably clean her first. I can’t use a dirty rag on a girl’s body, though. And my clothes are borrowed, so using them to wipe piss feels wrong.

No choice. I’ll just have to lick Latatouille’s pussy clean myself.

It’s absolutely not because I’m interested in a female priestess’s crotch—this is purely an act of goodwill.

First, I’ll run my tongue over that twenty-year-old virgin pussy.

Her entire groin is wet, so just licking the urine won’t do. I’d love to lick her asshole too, but she’s lying on her back, so the position makes it impossible.

I carefully and thoroughly lick the gaps between her outer and inner labia.

The mix of urine and white liquid creates a strange taste. What is this...? It’s rich, tangy, and sweet—like mango lassi.

"Hm?"

While licking the mango lassi, something with the elasticity of the rind of a Camembert cheese touches my tongue.

What is this thing on her pussy...?

I check it inside my mouth. There’s definitely something that isn’t liquid on the tip of my tongue.

Is this... pussy cheese?

In English they call it knob cheese, so it’s cheese-like, and the possibility is high.

I’ve always disliked the term "pussy cheese" because it sounds demeaning to women. It’s a precious thing, yet they call it "waste."

Just like how the water dripping from a school swimsuit crotch is called "thank you water," this deserves a nicer name than smegma or pussy cheese, doesn’t it?

For now, I’ll name it Sweet Cream Cheese.

I observe Latatouille’s crotch.

Her saliva-wet pussy sparkles in the morning sunlight.

Beautiful...

Inside the outer labia are the inner labia, with a small amount of Sweet Cream Cheese around them.

So erotic...

It’s clearly different from all the pussies I’ve seen so far.

Dragon God Lucia has a loli vertical-slit pussy. Even when she spreads her legs or opens it, her inner labia are so small they’re barely visible.

The female knight Iria also has a smooth, vertical-slit pussy. I don’t know if she shaves or is naturally hairless. When she spread her legs it looked like the inside was peeking out, but I couldn’t see clearly from a distance.

Iferasky’s delicious pussy has light brown hair. I drank and licked her piss, but I didn’t observe her actual pussy much. From the quick glance just now, even with her legs closed, her inner labia peek out a little. It looks age-appropriate.

Conclusion: All three of them have youthful pussies.

In contrast, the holy priestess Latatouille has an adult pussy.

On her white skin, there’s a clear mound where the beginning and end blur together, faintly pink. It makes sense that her outer labia are called "outer"—they’re large. Her inner labia are what people call "meat flaps," and indeed, Latatouille’s are proper flaps. They protrude from between the outer lips, so I could even pull them sideways with my fingers.

*Jiggle.*

The shape of her inner labia is lewd and mature, slightly darker than the surrounding skin, while the inside is a beautiful pink that still retains some youthful innocence. Since she’s a priestess, she probably hasn’t touched herself at all.

Her vaginal entrance is tightly closed; I can’t tell where it is at a glance. There’s a slight depression that might be it. I want to spread it and check for a hymen, but that would go way beyond cleaning up after incontinence, so I’ll stop.

This isn’t an erotic act. I’m simply erasing the evidence so Latatouille doesn’t feel sad about wetting herself. I repeat: this is not an erotic act. I’m only thinking of her and trying to erase the fact that she peed herself.

Even her urethra is hard to find even if I search carefully. My saliva has formed a thin film over her entire pussy, making the tiny hole difficult to spot.

Naturally, while observing Latatouille’s pussy, my cock is rock-hard and throbbing. Honestly, I want to put it inside. I’ve ejaculated a hundred times since coming to this other world, but I’ve never once inserted into a pussy.

For a technical virgin like me, this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. A fragrant scent like twenty-year-aged wine wafts from her pussy, tempting me. It looks like it would feel incredible.

But that would be a crime. Inserting myself into an unconscious woman’s pussy is a despicable act—I can’t do it. My cock feels like it’s about to burst, but I endure.

It’s morning, so it’s a bit chilly. Unlike Iferasky who lives half-naked or me who’s fully naked in this other world, Latatouille might catch a cold. I should put her clothes on soon.