episode_0136

135.

“I-I’m sorry…. I didn’t mean to go this far…!”

“U-uhhh…heett…, hiit oooot…♡”

Julia hastily puts on her clothes, using what little composure she has left. She’d been completely emptied. The incredibly intense sensations had completely drained her. The nun, collapsed face down, had a reddened behind, and a white, viscous fluid poured from her like a tap.

Leaving the nun behind, she hurries outside. A strange mix of satisfaction and emptiness seems to fill her body.

Her aching cock throbs, unable to stand any longer.

Not only that, but her womanhood is maddeningly stimulated, her arousal leaking down her thighs. She tries to catch her breath, to cool her excitement, but it stubbornly persists.

“……It’s, it’s even better than I thought……? Damn, I’ve been missing out on life, haven’t I?”

Julia mutters, offering thanks to the goddess.

Of course, the goddess’s guidance couldn’t be wrong. Bestowing joy is the goddess’s grace. Her faith surges.

The cool breeze helps calm her down somewhat.

Unfortunately for Erina, Julia possessed both the talent and the libido to match. She’s beginning to slowly, very gradually, surrender to the fiery desires blooming within her.

With her excitement subsiding, her strategy returns to her mind. It’ll mean swallowing her pride, but it can’t be helped. It’s somewhat risky, and she needs to consider whether the other side will accept, and how to contact them.

“……?! That aura… I felt it before…!”

A powerful aura, felt only for a fleeting moment before, assaults her again. It’s not magical energy, but it’s threatening.

Julia quickly moves away from everyone to identify the aura. The method is simple enough. Trusting in the goddess as much as her own divine power, she unleashes it, like forming a pillar of light. She keeps her distance to prevent anyone else from being affected, luring whatever it is closer.

A flash of light momentarily illuminates the rough forest. Like a lightning strike, the light bursts forth and vanishes instantly.

Before she can unleash her divine power again to try getting a reaction, a commanding voice rings out.

“Who is it? Who released that light?”

The sound echoes through the trees, causing her to tense slightly.

“Show yourself! I am Julia of the Fried Church! Reveal your purpose…!”

“…”

A deep breath makes her feel the extent of her depleted energy. Physical exhaustion seems to be transferring into her mentally, but her willpower is not something to be broken. She steels herself and waits for a response.

“Fried Church?”

A relatively young, almost girlish voice. Following it, a muttering voice, completely different, sounds rather deep.

Her senses aren’t particularly sharp, so she can’t read their presence, but they’re definitely nearby.

“Damn bitches, stop hiding and show yourselves—!!”

“How dare you use such language in my presence!”

“…Huh?? What…?”

The ones revealed are three individuals of unknown significance. A young lady at the center, a voluptuous elf, and a dwarf. A mind-boggling group.

“Foolish mortal, pay the price for halting my advance.”

“Prim, wait.”

The young lady, seemingly human, speaks, yet her voice somehow carries an overwhelming presence. The feeling is so overwhelmingly powerful it sends chills down her spine. Because of her, the other two seem almost faint. Despite their clearly distinct features, they fade from her awareness if she looks away.

The elf steps forward.

“You said Fried Church? …It seems you’ve come all the way to headquarters. We’re just passing through; we’d appreciate it if you would simply let us go. I don’t think there’s any need for hostility here.”

“Who are you? Do you have the right to order me around?”

“…I am a dragon.”

“What?”

Julia retorts incredulously at her brazen attitude. A string of curses to tell her to stop talking nonsense rises in her throat, but is forcefully suppressed by the young lady’s presence.

“Excuse me, I am currently affiliated with the Pi Church, Asti. As you can see, I am an elf.”

“Pi…, they’re the enemy? You’re saying let you pass quietly? Do you think I’m a fucking joke??”

“We’ll engage if you wish, but you don’t seem capable of taking us on alone.”

Asti’s breasts rise and fall. The emptiness where her sperm once was is rapidly filling. She swallows instinctively at the sight of Asti’s curvaceous body, feeling her futanari cock twitch.

Instinctively, she imagines the ripe nipples hidden beneath her clothes. And then, she imagines the pink flesh hidden beneath them. Julia quickly averts her gaze.

“Hmph…, hmph…. Is that so―♡ You have a cock as well, then?”

Prim sniffs, her nose twitching repeatedly, and her eyes gleaming. Ignoring Asti, she approaches.

Julia feels a murderous intent in her approach, like prey fixed in the sights. Her feet are frozen, unable to take a step backward.

‘A dragon? What a crazy bitch… It’s impossible… How…’

Does she even have the means to win physically? No answer arises in the span of a moment. She’ll be eaten alive.

Despite all that, her erection remains stubbornly hard.

“Wait! Wait a minute.”

Julia tries to stop Prim, who starts throwing off her clothes, revealing a rather slender body compared to the elf nearby, and boldly walks towards her.

Even though it’s a somewhat plain naked body, the cock that knows the taste of a woman can’t help but swallow its saliva. Thankfully, she realizes she doesn’t need to fight it out physically, but immediately realizes that it’s not the time for this.

“As the head of the Fried Church, I propose a negotiation! I’ll have a meeting with your leader!”

“Prim, wait. …You’re the head priestess?”

“Yes.”

“What nonsense is this? If you are the leader of Erina’s enemy, wouldn’t just fucking me end it all? And as a reward, *chortles*, *chuckles*…”

Asti shakes her head.

“Logical. But unfortunately, that proposition is impossible for you.”

Of course, Asti is not immune to Prim’s overwhelming aura, and she is showing her own kind of courage.

“This is a fight between the churches, so I cannot entrust it to you who doesn’t believe in the Goddess.”

“Whaat?? B-but I believe in my cock, Master Cock, so it’s enough?!”

“Master… Cock?”

Julia’s heart thumps at the whispered words. Just the addition of ‘Master’ is overwhelmingly stimulating.

“And the decision rests with Erina. It’s only right to seek her approval, whether you beg or do whatever else.”

‘Not someone I’d call an ally. Judging by the response, she’s trying to tame me with the cock. …A dragon? What the fuck?’

Logically, it’s impossible, but Erina’s chaos is widening the scope of her own imagination.

“…Moreover, seeing as there’s a head priestess, it’s best to assume that we’re surrounded by enemies.”

“Didn’t you say you were alone?”

“If I thought you were truly alone, I would’ve attacked instantly. …Though, even with several of your kind, I don’t think you could win against me.”

“Interesting.”

The dwarf silently watching from the side is concerning. His face looks incredibly tired, but she cannot afford to let down her guard.

“In any case! Call your leader! The meeting will be in the village, accompanied by one person only. You two are excluded.”

“Erina will accept any proposal. Unless it’s simply a surrender.”

“I’ll suggest a battle. If you refuse, I’ll take forceful measures.”

She sneakily glances at Prim. She could overwhelm them—no, fuck them—using the Knights and the Heretic Hunters.

It’s cowardly, but victory is paramount. To proudly proclaim the Goddess’s name, she must defeat these heretics through whatever means necessary.

Yet, this roundabout approach lingers in the back of her mind, a possibility she can’t quite bring herself to accept. The possibility, however small, is that these might not even be heretics.

‘…Come to think of it, why were they heretics? Something… something about my memory of this is fuzzy.’

It seemed that there was something wrong with the Goddess statue and that it was distorting the Goddess’s will, which is why she had decided to label them as heretics.

‘The Goddess’s will…?’

She shakes her head. She’ll win and then think about it.

The Goddess’s will is surely with her. Her grace loves peace and works for the world. The Fried Church is truly following her will. She has absolutely no need to doubt her church or its doctrines.

“Understood. I’ll convey the message.”

“Khhht―. I need a cock, Master Cock, right now!”

“I’d prefer to leave the horny dragon behind. I’m very tired.”

The dwarf, Rollin, a hitherto silent participant, speaks. Traveling with a dragon has been so unpleasant that he desires rest more than anything else.

“Ah, the timing?”

“As soon as possible. I’ll wait in the village.”

“Understood. I’ll transmit this as swiftly as possible. Then, excuse me.”

Asti speaks and quickly disappears with her characteristic elven agility, the other two following.

She stands there for a moment before her muscles finally surrender, and she collapses to the ground.

“…..Damn it.”

Julia mutters, and lets out a sigh.