Just This Once
"That hot pot is a hazardous hot pot."
"Isn't that a little harsh? Even I know it tastes bad, but it's not so bad you'd throw up after one bite!"
"The fact that you ate it and didn't throw up just proves you're the absolute bottom of the barrel among garbage-mouths! Even a stray mutt would pass on this, you fucking bitch!"
"Why would a mutt pass on this?! We're the same kind of dog, so as if it'd turn its nose up!"
"You're proud of that, you crazy bitch!"
Apparently emptying his stomach over a terrible hot pot had left him that bitter, because from the moment he stepped out of the bathroom he had been picking fights nonstop.
And yet, even while he was at it, he kept demanding I keep my promise—burying his face in my lush tail and nuzzling into it—until I wanted nothing more than to take a frying pan and crack his skull open a few times over.
What a bastard.
It was the first meal I'd ever cooked in my life. He could've at least thrown me a scrap of praise.
I glared at the bald idiot grinning like an idiot with his face buried in my tail, then went back to the commission work I'd left unfinished that morning.
A pure white wedding dress—the symbol of pure love, the ultimate peak of fap material.
Set against it: a vulgar bitch's face, and a choker that might as well have been a collar.
What kind of atmosphere was the client after?
Did they just want a trashy bitch who'd thrown on a breeding-declaration wedding dress and called it a day? Or did they want a lover who'd become a sweet bride through training-pure-love—or rape-pure-love?
Judging by every request so far, it was definitely the former. But this time it wasn't a fetish commission, so just in case, I dropped the client a message.
I cut him off clean and firm, then carefully started adjusting the composition and the outfit.
The dress that had been short enough to flash white garter stockings was lengthened so no lewd skin showed—and instead, the character herself would hitch up the hem to reveal lace panties. The face shifted from a pure vulgar bitch expression to a sweet bride's face, shy and embarrassed all at once. And for the finishing touch, that crowning flower of vulgarity: a faint womb tattoo on the lower belly.
Once a measured vulgarity and a measured sweetness came together, even a plain human piece had a little bit of that fappable quality to it. Satisfied, I sent the rough to the client.
Seeing the client's satisfied reaction, I picked up my pen again—and right as I was about to start inking, the bald idiot buried in my lush tail spoke up.
"Huh, a breeding-declaration wedding dress? But even with the cheat codes on, why is this so un-fappable?"
"That's because you're a furry, dumbass. Tweak just a few things here and it'd be fappable by your standards in a second."
"Oh, then tweak it. Let me see if my dick reacts or not."
My balls-buddy started eyeing the piece with genuine interest, so I smacked him across the cheek with my thick tail and snapped.
"I'm drawing this so the client's dick reacts, not so your dick reacts, you stupid bastard."
"Aw, come on, you could show me just once! A furry piece in a wedding dress is hella cute!"
"If it's cute, buy one with your own money! You pull in a stupid amount of hazard pay—why the hell don't you ever buy art?!"
I tore into him with everything I had for an attitude that had clearly tossed its conscience out as dog food, but he just shook his head and took my soft, thick tail in his hands.
"'Cause it'd be a waste of money buying something less fappable than this? If you could have sex right this second, would you bother jerking off?"
A furry bastard with zero shame.
...So why didn't that piss me off?
Had my brain finally gone completely haywire?
A strange, hazy feeling started tickling through my body, so I shook my head to clear it and told him:
"...Just this once."
Lily Church.
Taken at face value, a reasonably normal name—but considered any other way, a cult that was unhinged from the name alone.
And I, the saintess of this contradictory order—which outwardly worshipped a lesbian goddess obsessed with getting off, yet among whose faithful not a single soul actually liked lilies—began preparing to go to a place called Korea, as ordered by the goddess.
A perilous mission: travel to an Eastern country I'd never set foot in, kidnap a sacred beast from there, and bring it back to the church.
Even the goddess had said the place gave her a bad feeling, and the thought of going there to carry out her command already had me sighing.
"Haa... What am I even supposed to do?"
Refusing the order wasn't an option.
The moment I decided not to go through with it, the goddess would manifest a cunt and force me to climax until I changed my mind—just like yesterday.
Reaching climax while milking a man into submission was fun.
But climaxing because of a woman—and from pleasure I couldn't even handle—was one of the things I hated most in the world. So for now, I resolved to carry out the goddess's command.
"I've never left the island, so I'm short on intel, but it can't be helped. I'll just have to subdue the demons over there and gather information as I go."
Just how potent was the stamina of Eastern demons? And just how incredible were their techniques?
I was packing my travel gear into a backpack with high expectations when someone knocked on my door and called for me.
"Your Holiness? It's about time to leave."
"I know, Maria. I'm almost done packing, so just wait a little."
I finished my final checks carefully, stepped out of the room, and set off for the pier at once with the holy knight waiting outside.
Step by step.
A road that might well lead to certain death.
Perhaps worried that I was walking into that death trap alone, Maria—with that characteristically blunt face of hers—tried one more time to talk me out of it.
"Your Holiness, please reconsider going alone. No matter how I look at it, I can't rest easy."
"It's no problem at all, Maria. I have more than enough strength to protect this body of mine."
"No—I'm not worried about Your Holiness. I'm worried about that country's demons and youkai. If there's no one there to keep you in check, I have a feeling something truly catastrophic could happen!"
"I'm not who I used to be, you know? Does the Knight Commander think of me as a 'slutess' rather than a saintess?"
"Aren't you exactly a slutess, though? If you want to deny it so badly, then go on—summon that damned lycanthrope right now."
At Maria's razor-edged tone, I sighed and summoned the lycanthrope. The summoned beast looked around, spotted me, and—
"Hiya, Master! Hey, let's do that thing again today! Whine~!"
—immediately buried its face against my lower belly and started begging for mating nonstop.
Shiiing!
Maria drew her blade at once and leveled her claymore at the lycanthrope's head.
Our stiff, sadistic little pervert looked at the lycanthrope and me with pure contempt and opened her mouth.
"You absolute fucking degenerates."
"Hnn...♡ Getting called a pervert by a real pervert feels a little weird, honestly?"
I said it while tasting a bit of pleasure from the lycanthrope's rough tongue-work, and Maria swung her claymore without a second's hesitation.
CLANG!!!!!
A fierce crash of metal on metal.
I casually caught her claymore with my mace, and Maria fixed me with a hard stare.
"Your Holiness. Did you just interfere with my attempt to purge a monster?"
"You're trying to smash my precious belonging. Isn't stopping you the natural thing to do?"
"You'll fall to corruption at this rate. Hand that perverted monster over to me at once."
Speaking in a deadly serious voice, Maria reset her stance and charged in to destroy my toy. Judging that this would never end otherwise, I raised my mace and smashed her.
THWACK!!! BOOM!!!!!
"Haaugh...♡"
The masochist holy knight went flying with a voice soaked in pleasure and slammed wretchedly into the wall. Whether some sadistic streak had kicked in or not, she suddenly climaxed several times over—and then passed out right there in that state.
"Huff, huff... Master! Can I have a go with that woman?"
Had an unguarded powerhouse really been that arousing?
The lycanthrope stood its equipment up nice and firm and asked in a sunny voice. I banished it with a reverse summon and said:
"So you like strong women. You have a warped sexual appetite too, I see?"
How anyone could get hard looking at a musclebound masochist pervert like that was beyond me.
I clicked my tongue once, then started walking toward the pier again.