Is it because of guilt? The pure goddess, who used to respond well to commands, seems surprised that I would spread my legs so confidently.

    She can’t bring herself to approach me and instead looks at me disdainfully, turning her head away once again.

    “Ugh…”

    I couldn’t help but feel it as she tried to seduce me with her pretty face. The saliva that Andamun’s gaze failed to capture oozes out through the gaps.

    “Isn’t our goddess sorry for me at all?”

    Suppressing the excitement welling up from my chest, I force a cold smile and tease her, surprising Illynoa, who bows her head.

    She can’t hide her expression, which is cute in its own way… which makes me want to torment her even more.

    “Why? Why do you keep staring at me like I’m filthy, huh?”

    “Oh… no… it’s not like that…”

    “No? Then why are you acting like that? Come and lick if you want.”

    However, our pure goddess just keeps her head down and doesn’t come near me. In the meantime, the droplet of vaginal fluid has turned into a thin thread hanging under the bed.

    I can’t wait any longer.

    As I get up from the bed, leaving my buttocks halfway suspended, the sticky droplet falls to the floor with a thud.

    Startled, she raises her head, her face stained with tears.

    “Can’t you give me a different punishment?”

    “A punishment? Do you think of it that way? Still feeling dirty, huh?”

    “…”

    Hmm, this silence is affirmative. I slowly approach her, observing her actions.

    Is she frozen stiff? She doesn’t even take a step back.

    If she hates it that much, she could resist or overpower me gradually. Why is she just standing there? I might ask later, but for now, I can’t hold back anymore.

    Unconsciously getting closer to her, I wipe her tears with one hand and lightly run a finger through her vagina with the other. A suppressed moan escapes her.

    “Ah…”

    I lightly stroke the goddess’s plump lips with the finger tainted with vaginal fluid. The thin thread connecting the finger and vagina stretches and snaps, enhancing her already tempting lips with lust.

    “You’ve ruined a face that should be painted with something else. Quite disgusting, isn’t it?”

    “Heh…”

    Illynoa can’t help but flinch involuntarily.

    Ah… the scent of pity emanating from each of her movements ♡ Because of you, even this older sister’s vagina is trembling.

    You may be older than me since you’re a goddess, but I’m the one dominating, right? You’re almost as tall as my forehead.

    The moment I felt the urge to push this woman’s face into her vagina, I grabbed her wavy hair and pulled it downward.

    It was the moment she realized she was a goddess. Despite exerting little force, she didn’t even flinch.

    “You… didn’t you say you’d submit to me?”

    I’ll cancel the part about being an older sister. This woman is tough.

    But I have no intention of letting go of the hair I’m holding. Disappointment and dissatisfaction with her mere verbal submission evoke darker emotions, fueling my desire for dominance.

    “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I… I really can’t bring myself to lick there.”

    “Well then, open your mouth, you damn bitch.”

    My unfulfilled desires reveal my crude nature as I scold her.

    The tender goddess. Or perhaps the sinner who must obey my commands unwillingly opened her mouth as instructed.

    “Stick out your tongue.”

    “Ah…”

    The pure goddess opens her mouth and extends her tongue. Her eyes remain half-closed, unable to fully commit to the act.

    “Aren’t you a slut?”

    I don’t bother hiding my true nature once it’s revealed.

    I’ll make you mine, in my own way. Coarse and messy.

    “Hmm…”

    Feeling the rush of dominating the goddess, I move my head back and forth like sucking a cock, using her protruding tongue as if it were my penis.

    Chuup… Jyueup—

    I licked and toyed with the soft crimson flesh rolling in my mouth, savoring it as I made it mine.

    “Aah…”

    Her breath, escalating from her parted lips, grew rougher. Her tongue, once whimpering along with the movements of mine like an erect penis, now began to seek pleasure, entwining eagerly.

    “Oh my, what’s this?”

    Just as I wanted to ask if she had ever kissed despite being a goddess of purity, she grabbed my cheeks, preventing me from pulling away, and forcefully pushed her tongue into my mouth, covering my lips.

    As our lips touched, the peculiar scent of her saliva smeared on her lips tickled my nose. The stimulating sensation of our tongues, the intense exchange of breath between us, spread through my body as a stronger pleasure.

    Chuup— Jyueup— Aah… Chup, Jyueuap— Heup… Jyuwap…

    What is this, girl… A goddess of purity? How can a kiss be so sensual and lewd?

    Despite gulping down the violent saliva of the goddess that forcefully entered through my tongue, some saliva remained unswallowed, trickling out between our lips.

    Is her mouth a vagina? Is she ejaculating into my mouth?

    Experiencing such a dizzying kiss for the first time, memories flooded back of sucking a penis, squeezing out every drop of semen into my mouth.

    Ah… I want to suck a penis now♡

    Unable to resist Illynoa’s tongue-like kiss invading my oral cavity as if ejaculating into my mouth, my wet mouth, already soaked, couldn’t help but spit out water uncontrollably.

    Already halfway lost in my mind, I embraced the goddess of purity, or rather, the goddess of kissing, and teased her dripping vagina with my saliva-covered lips.

    The goddess’s clothes felt unbelievably soft, but my vagina. No, I desired her dripping with my saliva, so I lifted her moist pubic hair with relish.

    With the goddess of my height covering me, my knees slightly bent, I pressed my vagina against her thighs, feeling her sex touching mine.

    “Eek!”

    She pushed me away in surprise.

    Ah… No, goddess… Please make me feel better…

    I knelt before the goddess, intending to lick her sacred vagina between her legs.

    “Oh… You’re kissing the urethra!”

    She stopped me, holding my head with both hands.

    “It’s not the urethra… There’s a sex hole below…”

    “No! It’s the urethra!”

    “There’s a separate blowjob hole…”

    “It’s the urethra!”

    Arguing about holes, I suddenly shouted out in frustration.

    “Damn goddess!”

    It’s not cursing; “damn” is a compliment. To me, it’s praise. In my excitement, I called out to the goddess in my burning desire, unaware of my intentions to arouse her further.

    Perhaps due to my shouting, my mind cleared as the goddess, or rather, the girl, realized why I was acting this way.

    “Is kissing okay even for a goddess of purity?”

    Seeing no sign of me wanting to explore her vagina, Illinoir released her grip on my head and replied.

    “Apart from the urethra… I think mouth-to-mouth or cheek kisses are fine.”

    Hmm… While some classify kissing as a form of sex, I believed that virginity was determined by penis insertion. Well, I used to believe that. Today, in front of this goddess, my long-held belief shattered.

    I learned it only after death. You can lose your virginity through a kiss.

    Maybe she’s specialized in kissing since she doesn’t use her vagina.

    Licking her vagina was understandable when she asked for it. To the goddess of purity, it’s just a pee hole. Of course, it’s because I broadened my horizons after climaxing with a kiss.

    Truth be told, I wanted to piss in that lunatic girl’s mouth while she was still alive. Feels like a conquest.

    Today, rather than conquering, I’ve been captured by the goddess of purity. But who knows, maybe there will be a chance to conquer her in the future? She’ll demand to meet often.

    She’s a sinner, and I’m the victor.

    Probably.

    ***

    Illynoa, who was sitting on the bed next to me, looked puzzled.

    “Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”

    Asking for the reason behind my sudden arousal. I’m an existence beyond the world managed by this extreme goddess of purity. You probably don’t know much about me.

    “Because you’re the goddess of purity. Heh, I get horny just feeling sorry for you.”

    Sending a wicked glance and biting her upper lip, Illynoa fled to the corner of the bed. Hah, she kissed me as if she was going to devour me just a moment ago.

    “Oh! Then maybe…”

    Illynoa suddenly widened her eyes as if something had occurred to her.

    “The… desire towards pity… did you satisfy it while you were alive…”

    “That’s right. I even had a nickname – the Pity Hunter.”

    “Ah… of all things…”

    She lamented, confirming the reason for my death.

    The shock and disbelief over the sudden death are indescribable, but there’s something I particularly want to address with the unicorn.

    Among my prey, there was a virgin lover. This guy, whenever I wore slightly revealing clothes or acted provocatively, he would get so turned on that his dick would burst through his pants, claiming he would dedicate his pity to virgins.

    One of the stories I heard from him was about the concept of a “mind-body virgin.”

    Mind… should not have given their heart to another man,

    Body… should not have acquired sexual skills through masturbation,

    Virginity… should have an intact hymen due to abstinence from sexual intercourse.

    To me, it was a pretty good excuse, although he might have said it jokingly.

    I’m satisfied with two out of three. I haven’t given my heart to a man. The penetration happened with a living, throbbing cock, not my hand or any device, and I didn’t need to masturbate afterwards, so I haven’t done it.

    Pressing my chest against him and emphasizing this, even though he breathed heavily and closed his eyes tightly,

    Help me, Confucian Dragon within me!

    He ranted.

    Of course, not long after, he shut up about virgins, thanks to my vagina.

    His dick smelled so strong♡

    Sigh… thinking about dicks again makes my vagina…

    Anyway, I’m a virgin satisfying two out of three criteria, yet the unicorn claims I died. I know. It sounds insane. But strangely, it feels unjust to die for no real reason.

    However, after hearing Illynoa’s story, I don’t feel as unjust anymore. The horned horse killed me because it was angry, not because I was a non-virgin.

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