Hentai Dragon King

Pat pat pat...

Kemololi came running out of the cathedral on her short little legs as fast as she could.

"Everyone~!"

She dove straight into the capybara pile.

The one capybara girl who had been standing apart finally jumped in too.

Since all of them moved slowly toward the center, the capybara beastkin piled on top of each other, forming a literal small mountain of fur.

Lucia was now completely buried and invisible.

There were eleven capybara beastkin in total, all wriggling and shifting positions, so it was impossible to tell which one was Kemololi anymore.

Hmm. A writhing mountain of capybara beastkin, and the dog girls + Iferaski lying on their backs in absolute submission pose after wetting themselves... It’s a good thing it’s nighttime and there’s no one around. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?

The only ones still maintaining normal consciousness were me, the two macho guys, and the Golden Retriever dog girl. I spoke to her.

"Um... You really don’t need to prostrate yourself like that. See? That Dragon God is completely buried under a pile of capybaras. If she were a scary god, she wouldn’t let them do that to her, right?"

"R-right... That’s true..."

She still looked scared, but the tension seemed to have eased a little compared to before.

Her fluffy tail emerged from under her perfectly round, shapely butt. She had recovered from a state of total despair (tail wrapped around her crotch) to normal fear level.

"For now, the girls are lying around in the alley, so could you help me carry the dog girls inside?"

"Y-yes."

"Macho Taro and Macho Jiro, you two help too."

"Got it!"

"Understood, Master."

"Wait. Don’t call me Master. You two are free citizens now. You’re not my slaves."

With help from the two macho men and Letri, we carried the dog girls (and the horse girl) into the pews. Candles were already lit, so visibility wasn’t an issue. Rafilia-san must have been thoughtful.

Now, the only ones left were Lucia and the capybara girls.

"Um..."

"Ah, yes?"

Letri spoke hesitantly, fidgeting.

Come to think of it, I hadn’t introduced myself yet. No wonder she found it hard to talk to me.

"I’m Masaharu Ooi. Everyone calls me Masaharu or Saharu."

"It’s a pleasure. My name is Letri."

Ohh! Golden Retriever, so Letri. Easy to remember!

Letri gave a polite bow.

I bowed back.

When I raised my head, she was still bowing, so I bowed again.

When I raised my head once more, she was still bowing, so I bowed again. It seemed we were both mistaking the other for still being bowed because we could sense movement.

Once I stopped bowing, Letri finally stopped too.

"Um..."

The orange candlelight beautifully illuminated Letri’s golden hair.

Now that the situation had calmed down, I took a proper look. Letri was wearing a loose, dress-like outfit that looked incredibly erotic. She wasn’t quite as extreme as Rafilia-san, but her breasts and ass were much more voluptuous than Anna’s or Iria’s. Her big droopy ears and mature facial features were particularly striking.

This 30-year-old mature beauty with an adult allure was restlessly rubbing her thighs together.

"Um... Where is the toilet...?"

"Ah."

Right. Because of me, the beastkin hadn’t been able to use the toilet. Letri was the only one who hadn’t wet herself, so she was at her absolute limit. Damn it. I shouldn’t be staring just because a grown woman desperately holding her pee is erotic. The way she shyly asked for the toilet’s location was both cute and arousing, and I’d love to watch her wet herself, but she was already lifting and lowering her heels — clearly at the breaking point. I had to show her where it was.

I guided Letri to the toilet at the edge of the courtyard.

It wasn’t a flush toilet. It was a wooden stall with a chair that had a jar set into it. The waste was collected and used as fertilizer in the fields. Occasionally, farmers or tanners would come to buy it. Tanners used urine to tan animal hides. I was surprised that girl’s pee had uses other than drinking.

Letri entered the stall.

The wooden structure was crudely built, so it creaked loudly.

I couldn’t see inside, but from the rustling of fabric I could tell she had lifted her skirt and squatted down. She had probably hooked the skirt up on her stiffly raised tail to keep it clean.

She must have been at her limit, because the sound of her urethra breaking immediately began.

Now this was awkward.

Listening to a woman pee up close is bad.

Accidentally hearing incontinence is unavoidable, but standing right next to the toilet and listening to someone intentionally relieving themselves is perverted.

Moreover, the other party was a mature woman, not an airhead like Iferasuki. She surely had normal sensibilities, so having someone listen to her pee would be incredibly embarrassing. She looked like the type who would quietly sit behind the counter of a countryside used bookstore reading.

Listening to someone like that pee was extremely uncomfortable.

Letri knew I was standing nearby, so she was probably peeing while feeling deeply ashamed. How arousing...

But this was her first time here.

If I left, she wouldn’t know where to go after finishing and would be lost.

Iferasuki and Kemololi didn’t seem to feel any shame even when watched while peeing, but the dog girls were different. Even if their canine instincts were strong, dogs are creatures that feel embarrassment during excretion.

When you stare at a dog that’s pooping or peeing during a walk, it averts its eyes. Sometimes turns its whole head away.

They’re clearly embarrassed.

I used to think it was just our dog, but other dogs I encountered on walks did the same. Their owners would also give me suspicious looks before looking away.

Even creatures that don’t mind showing their genitals or anuses feel shame while excreting. Maybe it’s because they’re defenseless during the act and feel fear. Maybe eye contact is the problem.

Letri had been captured by humans and gone through scary experiences. She might feel anxious peeing in an unfamiliar toilet. In that case, staying nearby to give her a sense of security might actually be better.

While thinking all this, I listened intently to the loud sound of her bladder rupturing.

Bushaaaaaaa! The powerful spray gushing from her urethra.

Pachapachapacha! The sound of urine hitting the wooden board and splashing.

Chorororororo! The sound of urine flowing along the board.

Chap... bochobochobocho... The sound of it falling into the collection jar and accumulating.

All the different sounds blended together into one piece of music.

A private concert that suddenly began under the starry night sky, just for me.

In this medieval-style city without electricity, the nights were dark and quiet.

No cars, no ambulances, no noisy motorcycle gangs, no inconsiderate neighbors running washing machines at night.

In this very quiet town, the sound of a 30-year-old golden-haired, long-haired, droopy-eared dog girl peeing.

How wonderful.

I never understood what was so great about Matsuo Basho’s famous haiku "How quiet — the sound of cicadas seeping into the rocks." What’s the big deal about cicadas crying? Why do we learn this in school? If cicadas are crying, it’s not quiet at all, is it? Were the mountains in the Edo period really that silent with rocks lying around? Wouldn’t there be tons of cicadas? Cicadas cry during the day. In summer. It’s hot.

It’s the image of an old man in a kimono walking through the forest, drenched in sweat from the heat, right?

We were taught in school that it was beautiful, but I never understood the appeal at all.

But...

Maybe that’s because I’m a modern person who lived in a world overflowing with noise.

How quiet must the deep mountains have been in an era without games, smartphones, or television?

Early morning before the cicadas started, or after sunset when most had stopped crying. The forest would grow silent, and then if a single cicada sang?

Surely, in such a quiet world, the cicada’s cry would truly seep into the rocks. There’s a beauty in that silence that modern people can’t even imagine...

Ah.

In the quiet night of this medieval European-style world...

The sound of a 30-year-old golden long-haired droopy-eared dog girl’s piss seeps in...

It seeps into my heart.

What moving music...

The flow gradually weakened, and I could almost picture her widely opened urethra slowly narrowing and closing.

Ah, I see. So "The Narrow Road to the Deep North" was actually referring to the urethra deep inside the pussy.

How quiet it is

The sound of piss that urges an erection

Urine’s sound.