episode_0089

89.

“I’m curious about the reason you went to the trouble of climbing this mountain….”

“Understanding each other’s thoughts is impossible. Even if they’re of the same species.”

It’s a casual remark, but surprisingly accurate. Seeing only his seemingly dull and lecherous side, I sometimes forget he’s a dragon.

As a mythical being, he must have lived for a time unimaginable even to Elves.

Climbing the mountain path as Asti instructed is arduous. Aside from my lack of exercise, it’s a rarely used path, completely unkempt, making me have to watch out for every single branch. It makes me three times more tired.

“That’s…so. But I’m expecting a reward….”

“……Yes. If that is your true nature.”

Just as I was about to think more highly of him, I had to immediately retract that thought.

After that, I concentrate on walking silently. It’s partly because he looks like he’ll ask for a reward immediately, and partly because I want to conserve my energy.

Besides, as night falls, we can’t afford to delay. Waiting another night would be a waste of time.

I’m sweating profusely, but the wind is cold, making my body ache. This isn’t something I should be doing after a week in bed.

Despite this, Era presses on. Because it’s her duty, she treads firmly, each step demonstrating unwavering faith.

Prim, while not showing it, silently walks on, aware of the trashy durability of a human body. She’s desperately trying to maintain her already lost dignity.

I’m intensely curious about why we’re in such a remote place, but now I’m just relieved to have escaped the mountain path.

“……We’ll take this path on the way back, too….”

“…….”

Prim feels the same hopelessness. It’s started, so there’s nothing we can do.

Taking a breather, the real work begins. We only know the general location, so we have to find the Fried Church on this scenic mountainside.

Tall, thin trees sway in the chilling wind.

“Who are you there?”

Someone, sensing our presence, hurried towards us.

Judging by their clothing, they’re definitely Fried Church members. It’s good, but I’m exhausted. And I have a promise to keep with Asti, so I shouldn’t be swinging my sword.

“We wish to see the Bishop of your Fried Church.”

“……That appearance…those clothes… You’re that heretic?”

Heretic – still an unpleasant word to hear.

“I’d like to explain in person.”

“Hmph. Explain? The faint aura I sense from you… I can’t possibly let you meet the Bishop.”

This was inevitable. The Fried Church is at fault. If they had remained peaceful, they could have been united under the Goddess’s name.

This is the result of their unwarranted aggression.

‘Well, come to think of it, the conclusion’s the same. Female pregnancy confirmed. Knowing it was going to happen anyway… Hehe. Ah, but still, should I… keep my promise?’

“……It seems we can’t retreat. Then…you understand?”

“Hmph. To dare challenge the Fried Church, a heretic… Follow me….”

If I take my clothes off on the mountainside, I won’t be able to withstand the rising heat of sex.

I have no choice but to take them to the makeshift tent. Since violence is forbidden, I must take the long way around.

Despite the Bishop’s orders, as a believer in the Goddess’s name, it’s my faith and conviction, even if I am a heretic.

Because of the seeds Erina planted beforehand, anything that could be called a duel is under a suggestion that it will be replaced by sex.

At least we don’t have to climb anymore. We walk along a flat dirt path through the trees, following behind.

It’s a shame I can’t tell if they’re futanari just by looking, but I’ll consider that part of the fun.

The soft scent of a female, carried on the breeze, stiffens my penis, but it hurts because it’s been overused.

‘Ugh…This must be the work of a demon.’

Judging by the answer, it’s clearly the work of a succubus. I wish I could remember even a little of the dream.

Whatever the dream was, it must have been a pleasant one. Since I couldn’t harm them by contract, it might have been a dream of pure happiness.

Though it probably wasn’t entirely pleasant.

“Are there any others?”

“I have no obligation to tell you.”

“Fine. I suppose you’re saying I should find out through physical means.”

Erina looks at Prim.

Prim tilts her head slightly to the left and pouts.

“……?”

“Please do me a favor.”

Erina whispers.

“What is it?”

“Instead of me, please mate with her♡”

Apparently, no one explained anything to Prim. Well, there aren’t many people she can really talk to.

Levi was the most approachable, but she’s absent. While she’s practically a recluse, Prim is more accustomed to it.

Erina’s decision is quite unexpected for Prim.

It’s not the form she wanted, but she’ll get to do the act, her eyes light up.

“But isn’t she a female, too? I don’t see anything hanging between your legs…?”

“Simulated acts are quite possible. Prim, listen carefully.”

Erina speaks softly, close enough for her gentle breath to be felt against Prim’s ear.

“What you need to do is very simple. You can freely toy with her vulva, all squelchy…♡ all gooey…♡ Use your fingers to shove it around as much as you like♡”

“Use your lustful vulva to grind against her, so much it makes a squelching, squelching sound♡”

“Imagine what you want to do to me, to my penis-sama―♡ Think of it as doing that…♡ Creak♡ Creak♡ Rub-a-dub-dub…♡”

I inadvertently imagine it. I picture Erina’s penis violently entering my precious place. The thought of it penetrating deep into my body makes my vulva grow wet.

I’m a high-discharge type, and it soon begins to flow down my thighs.

“……I, I…”

“I’ll guarantee you three times what you’d get from her♡ But only if you win, of course.”

I swallow my saliva. Unquestionably, at this moment, this intense temptation surpasses any treasure or wisdom. Prim’s eyes are now filled with greed.

“Here, we can at least avoid the wind.”

“This is…?”

I have a rough idea of where we are. It must be one of the ancient ruins Titania mentioned.

We open the crumbling stone door with a mechanism and enter, finding a fire burning in a corner. A soft light illuminates the narrow entrance hall.

The path further inside seems to be firmly blocked.

“This is a Dwarven refuge. Or rather, it was. By your standards, they abandoned this place a very long time ago.”

“……Surely it wasn’t because of you?”

“And what would you know?”

“That’s probably right.”

In the country where Erina currently is, Dwarves are hard to come by. You’d be lucky to see one even in the capital.

I’m not particularly interested, but escaping the Goddess’s touch is not permitted.

“What are you fussing about? We’re wasting time. Let’s settle this before dawn.”

“Hehe. Don’t use such scary words♡ You have to speak properly. Don’t you agree?”

I can’t see a penis, but I can sense a slight confusion.

It’s possible to slightly manipulate her perception.

Normally, it’s a temporary anomaly that resolves within an hour, but if it’s been going on for days, that’s a different story.

“Fine. I’ll fuck you with my vulva. You better get ready to cum like a premature ejaculator.”

“Oh my. You speak as if I have a penis?”

Erina replies with a relaxed smile.

“But this is who you’re up against. Even as a guest, you still have to earn your keep, right?”

“……Who, what are you? Your heretical aura masked it, I didn’t realize……. It doesn’t seem to be a demon.”

Since she is a priestess, she is sensitive to magic, and her attention was focused on Erina. She had only considered them a somewhat suspicious group, but the moment their eyes met, she knew.

An overwhelming aura sent a chill down her spine.

“Hmph. Hurry up and undress. Aren’t you busy? Or is being alone in this backwater a sign of your uselessness?”

“Foolishly, you defy the Goddess’s will. Very well. I’ll accept your challenge.”

The place is warmer than even a church, warm enough to take off my coat.

“Mmm♡”

Seeing her undress piece by piece is always a feast for the eyes. Whether her body is good or bad, admiring her form stimulates my erection.

Skin slightly tanned by the sun, a body with plump flesh. The way her flesh jiggles and moves is appetizing.

Her breasts are just the right size to grab with one hand, but they’re sagging. Her age is evident in many parts of her body.

‘She’s about ripe enough♡ It’s a shame I can’t taste her myself….’

Prim doesn’t back down and throws off her clothes with such force they almost rip, immediately attacking the Fried Church priest.