Ugly Church

The Anglican Amakusa Cathedral in England. Laura Stuart sat in the gazebo in the back garden, quietly sipping tea. Her golden hair, its length particularly striking, was striking. Even if she were doing something momentous, it wouldn't show on Laura Stuart's face. Only a faint smile remained.

Standing before Laura was a middle-aged man dressed in the robes of a true Roman Catholic. He stood respectfully before her. "Your Excellency, the Roman Catholic Church has made its decision. Russia has no objections. It's not about starting a war, but simply about finding a balance." The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth gradually turned upward.

Darkness permeates every corner. A trace of tranquility vanishes; balance must be established. But is it necessary to establish this so-called balance again? This so-called balance is merely removing a so-called common enemy from the world. That's probably what everyone desires, isn't it? They just won't say it outright. It's an unspoken understanding.

"The Roman Catholic personnel will arrive at the 'heart' in the next few days." "Our time is tight. The Russian Catholic Church will arrive in the next couple of days. Bishop Laura, is there anything else you'd like me to bring back?" The middle-aged man bowed slightly.

Laura took a sip of her coffee, seemingly listening to something unrelated to her. "Yes. Then please thank the Archbishop for me. I've already prepared everything. If we can't analyze it properly," Laura paused, "then we'll just use it directly." Laura smiled at the man before her.

"Uh," the man was clearly shocked, "Then... if the Puritans are prepared, we'll naturally help without expecting anything in return." "Then I'll head back now," the man bowed and left.

His heart remained unsettled. Just how powerful were the Puritans? Could they really accomplish such a technique?

Direct application! If it couldn't be analyzed and utilized, then direct application would be best. But, such a technique was actually in the hands of the Puritans—was it one hundred and thirty thousand grimoires? In any case, it's better to start with a common enemy.

Laura continued to leisurely sip her coffee. He seemed to be talking to himself. "A rondo toward destruction.

Forced by circumstances, I didn't want to either, Aleister. I want to see if you, who are already dead, are still alive in this world. If so, then please, die again." His brows furrowed, losing their usual ease. "I'll do it." The three of them, Mikoto and the others, stepped onto British soil. They felt an unprecedented tension. The

black curtain opened its maw, as if it were a force that would devour everything. Everyone began to be silently pulled by invisible threads. "We'll send you this far on your way to the end," Tsuchimikado said. "Kaihara and I can't go with you, we have a mission." "Of course, it's impossible for just the three of you to go and rescue Kamijou Touma," Kaihara continued. "Tsuchimikado has already arranged for people to meet you in England." "Meet you?" Stiyl was a little surprised. "I remember you didn't have any support team in England, right? Uh, could it be..." "Yes. Amakusa-style," Tsuchimikado said casually. "Yes, they're now affiliated with the Anglican Church, so not many of them will go. What we need to do is 'steal' Touma Kamijou." "I think they're prepared for that." Tsuchimikado turned around. "Now, it's up to you guys." Meanwhile, deep inside St. George's Cathedral, beneath the statue of the priest, lay dozens of bathtubs of various sizes.

Turning a sacred place into her private bathhouse, Laura was absurdly extravagant. The highest bishop of the Anglican Church lay leisurely in the water where flower petals floated. His long, golden hair spread out gracefully, covering the entire surface of the water. The length, which would reach the floor when standing, completely covered Laura, leaving no trace of her cleavage.

"Lola Stuart, is this really okay?" Touma's figure appeared out of nowhere, looking at her helplessly.

Laura was startled, but her face remained expressionless, showing no shame at being seen bathing. She stretched out her delicate arms and carefully wiped herself, as if no one else was present.

"Hehe, do you want to say I'm heretical?" Laura was like an innocent child. Her appearance was identical to that of a young girl. Heaven knows how old this woman was; she bore a striking resemblance to that old monster, Alesta.

"Hey, have a little shame."

"You unleashed a world-destroying magic spell over the Adriatic Sea, distorting the Bible's doctrines of magic. Do you have time to care about me?" Laura said with a half-smile, "The number one criminal on the magical side. It won't be long before those brainwashed idiots swarm in and kill you." Speaking of such a terrifying topic, Laura's smile remained unchanged, without a trace of murderous intent, as if she were an outsider.

Touma saw no worry on her face, which only made Laura feel bored. She pouted and said, "Aren't you scared?" "More than that, I'd like to jump in and take a bath with you. What do you think?" Touma was completely oblivious, his gaze sweeping over her body, his words even more rude. The ambiguous gaze made Laura uncomfortable, and she subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest. Even though she shouldn't have been seen, she couldn't help but act like a little woman.

Touma chuckled, saying, "I thought you had no shame, but it seems you're nothing special... You, and Alessa, are just women..." His impolite words enraged Laura.

A murderous intent surged. Chaotic magic filled the church, shattering countless bathtubs. The shards of porcelain, like glass, seemed to be held aloft by some force, floating in the air, unable to fall. Interspersed among them were water droplets of varying sizes, some as large as watermelons, some as small as sesame seeds, suddenly weightless, like curtains of water, like waterfalls. The surroundings were a mess; the bathtub beneath Laura was already shattered. The broken porcelain and the water droplets were merely accidental products of the uncontrollable, immense magic.

The true killing intent originated from Laura herself. Her golden hair, like a sunflower or chrysanthemum magnified a hundred times, or like the sun bursting forth with boundless light. The wrath of the demon god had reached such a level of power. Even Medusa from mythology was no match for her; her beautiful long hair danced with the air currents, like a thousand venomous snakes flicking their tongues, each strand exuding a captivating aura. As delicate as silk and as hard as swords and spears, there was no doubt that a single strand could easily pierce flesh.

Touma, seeing the thousands of strands approaching, remained unfazed. His cold eyes narrowed, and he unleashed the Imagine Breaker, an invincible magical ability. It instantly coalesced into an invisible wall, blocking the sharp sword of hair. Although Laura's use of hair as her magical armor to construct her magic was somewhat horrifying, she remained calm. After all, how could a physical attack withstand the Imagine Breaker?

An attack capable of piercing the Imagine Breaker truly existed. Just because Misaka Mikoto's Railgun couldn't do it didn't mean Laura couldn't. The three thousand strands of hair paused only briefly before unleashing their accumulated power, gradually approaching Touma's body under immense pressure. His long, flowing hair, like dense ivy climbing a crumbling wall, completely obscured his view. With his vision blocked, Touma could only see the golden waves crashing towards him, their speed like falling cherry blossoms, likely turning him into a hedgehog in no time.

Touma smiled, reaching out to stroke a strand of hair. He extended his right hand to block any potential attack, his two fists alternatingly striking the golden waves, rendering them immobile. Touma swung his fist down! This punch, imbued with an unwavering determination, pierced through Imagine Breaker, shaking off the water droplets; the hair was now dry, smooth and lustrous. Touma, oblivious to everything, was toying with Laura's cherished hair. Laura was furious, yet unable to stop, gritting her teeth, determined to teach this guy a lesson.

"So beautiful, I don't want to hurt this hair," Touma murmured to himself.

Suddenly, Touma sprinted away, his speed almost catching Laura off guard. Startled, Laura raised her hand to shield her face, blocking Touma's incoming fist.

But the pressure and pain in her arm made Laura uneasy. "What's with this power?" "You really want to be a hero?!" Laura parried Touma's punch and, no longer holding back, threw a full-force punch, intending to knock him unconscious. Unexpectedly, Touma not only dodged the punch but also successfully counterattacked, his speed and power gradually reaching Laura's level.

"I don't want to be a hero! I just want to pull you out of the world you've created!" "Nonsense! You're the one living in your own world!" Laura grabbed Toma's arm and threw him, but Toma unexpectedly used a counter-throw technique, trapping her arm and slamming her down.

A fiery fist, like lightning, lashed out at Laura's jaw! The direct punch struck Laura squarely, leaving her unable to stand, staggering and nearly falling!

At that moment, a beautiful woman rushed over, wearing old jeans and a white short-sleeved t-shirt. For some reason, the left leg of the jeans was completely missing, exposing her thigh. The t-shirt had the excess fabric tied around her waist, revealing her navel. She wore knee-high boots.

A two-meter-long sword was concealed within a leather belt. Of course, the most striking feature was her ample bust; though she appeared to be just a young Japanese girl, her figure surpassed even that of a mature woman.

Kanzaki Kaori, one of the fewer than twenty "saints" in the world, a child of God like Christ, wore a complex expression. She gripped the scabbard.

Kanzaki lightly placed one hand on the hilt. Kanzaki suddenly drew the sword, instantly creating a powerful whirlwind as it hurtled towards him.

"Boom!" Like explosions, the rapidly friction against the air hissed, flashing past his ear like laser beams. He gripped the Seven Days Seven Swords tightly, his eyes hardening: "Does Your Excellency wish to fight? Since Your Excellency insists, then I have no choice but to offend you." Unconsciously, Kanzaki Kaori's form of address had changed to "Your Excellency."

"I ask you, did you ever truly love me?" It was a question, a final inquiry from a girl whose feelings had been betrayed. His calm tone carried a hint of sorrow. It

felt like a lifetime had passed, memories of their shared past flooding her mind. When had she first noticed this kind person?

When they stood against each other for Index, when they defeated Aureol together, when she risked everything to fight an angel.

Touma had always been moved by her gentleness and kindness, and even though they were on opposing sides, they became good friends. But she couldn't be sure of her feelings. Did Touma love Kanzaki? Or rather, had Touma ever truly loved even one girl?

She couldn't be sure.

"Yes, I like you, Kaori."

Touma's smile was breathtaking, his beauty otherworldly. It was enough to deeply shake Kanzaki's heart, making her resolute.

"That's enough." Kanzaki almost cried, her smile radiant, like a pure girl falling in love, consumed by infatuation. The sword was drawn, as if severing all past ties, and fell lightly.

The atmosphere froze.

Laura glanced down at the long sword against her neck, unwavering that it would sever her throat in the next moment.

Her expression remained unchanged as she sighed, "For that man, you're willing to betray your faith? You know I took in the Amakusa clan to better control you, to make them your shackles. Now, you don't even care about the lives of your comrades?" Unexpectedly, Kanzaki's blade wasn't aimed at Touma; in an instant, it bypassed Touma and pointed directly at the Archbishop.

"I don't know," Kanzaki said, confused yet resolute, "I only know that whatever I decide to do, I must stand by his side." "Kanzaki…" Touma was moved, gazing at Kanzaki's retreating figure. They understood each other's feelings even without eye contact.

Laura helplessly raised her hands, saying, "Fine, I surrender. Tell me, what exactly do you want?" Kanzaki turned to look at her beloved. The plan she didn't know was undoubtedly a world-shaking event.

"Defeat the Second Princess and stop this revolution that has thrown England into chaos." "Losing faith only drives humanity mad." "You only need to decide whether to help me or not."

"Help, of course I'll help."

"Oh, blessed by God, one of the world's most unfathomable magicians, you've become a traitor just like that?" "Alright, the Second Princess, Kelissa, has also kidnapped our Church of Necessary Evil's most important book, the Index. The most urgent task is to rescue Index. Since we're united against the same enemy, let's work together for now." After Laura finished speaking, her two-meter-long golden hair covered her private parts, but her outstanding figure was still visible.

He then got up with the beauty, her body still wet from the bath, and walked towards the back room. About ten minutes later, Laura appeared in the ward wearing a purple silk nightgown. The nightgown was short-sleeved, revealing her two lotus-root-like white arms, while the nightgown was long, completely covering her two slender and shapely legs! After she entered, he took a blanket from the closet and laid it on the sofa. "Then we'll set off for the heavily guarded Buckingham Palace tomorrow. Tonight, Touma, you'll give me a massage," Laura commanded like a haughty queen. His hands were currently on Laura's smooth, white shoulders, and below that were her two swaying breasts. A thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized she was aroused by his massage. He grinned and said, "Lola, where should I massage you?" Seeing Touma feigning ignorance, Laura glared at him, blushing, and said, "Don't give me that. Massage me if you want, or get lost. I don't want to see you." Her words were weak and flirtatious.

"Yes, ma'am." Touma knew Laura was proud and couldn't afford to anger her. He basically relied on this to satisfy his desires, and if he offended her, his big cock wouldn't get any meat. He reached inside her collar with both hands, grabbed her two hot, large breasts, and kneaded them hard. His own penis quickly became engorged and erect.

"Ah... Touma... knead gently, don't be so rough." Laura's body went limp as her large, round breasts were grabbed. She twisted her waist, her thighs intertwined, and her vagina gradually secreted fluid. Seeing the large

tent , her pretty face flushed red. She must know what was wrong, otherwise her face wouldn't have turned so red so quickly!

Laura was stunned, a bad feeling creeping over her. But Touma was already completely under her control; he shouldn't have any power to resist.

The boy, because of that single strand of hair, recalled a fairy from a ghost story who followed the path of light, climbing from the bottom of a church to the top garden. What he saw was thousands of golden strands of hair cascading to the ground, perfectly clean and spotless. The curls of the hair, like totems etched into the ground, formed intricate patterns that radiated a solemn and sacred light. Toma, as if glimpsing a scene from another world, was stunned by the breathtaking beauty before her. In that instant, her mind was filled with nothing but awe for the art before her. This was the story of how the male and female protagonists met—that cascading golden hair...

When that single strand of golden hair fell slowly, like a feather dropped from an angel's wings, it seemed as light as a feather, swaying precariously in the air with the pull of air currents and gravity. Yet, it possessed a brilliance far greater than the weight of that single strand of hair, dazzling like the first rays of dawn. It attracted Touma's gaze. The girl's golden hair became the bridge between the boy and girl. Interestingly, Laura attracted the attention of a boy from a distant island nation with just a single strand of her beautiful hair. Therefore, if one were to say, that single strand of Laura's falling hair contained a value equal to a siren's voice and long hair. It's no exaggeration to say it's perfect—achieving maximum benefit with minimal effort. When hair reaches the end of its growth cycle, it's the end of that single strand. As a single hair, it no longer grows with time, eventually falling out and leaving the body's nourishment. The years it spent with its owner will vanish—how tragic! Like a runner who has lost their legs. But in the very end, the strand of hair that Laura sheds can draw a golden thread that guides the two. Touma thinks this is probably the best ending for hair. And aside from the strand of hair that fell at the beginning of the story, Laura's golden hair is, overall, among the best of all anime characters. Behind Laura, her thick, flowing hair almost completely covered her back. From a distance, it looked like a monument carved from gold. Touma used his five fingers instead of a comb to run his fingers through her hair, feeling the soft, smooth texture of her long hair with the most sensitive part of his skin. The sensation was like flowing water or silk, invading his senses. He then slowly combed downwards.

The first half of her hair was like sailing on a gently flowing river, with a gentle breeze from behind propelling her boat. As they reached the middle, the journey changed, and waves began to crash against Touma's boat, making him feel... The slight resistance didn't bother her at all; instead, she enjoyed the sensation of the waves. Finally, when Touma finished his voyage on the Hair Creek,

a few stray hairs could be found clinging to his fingers. Touma was able to collect these hairs. While not as significant as the initial trigger of the story, it gave these things, which should have been discarded, a new lease on life. Laura's upper body was covered only by a pure black, lace-trimmed, openwork bra. Her breasts, though not large, were firm and perfectly proportioned to her petite figure, and her skin was very fair and smooth.

As the two strong arms slowly tightened, their bodies pressed closer and closer until she felt almost suffocated. Her face had never burned so hot. Her two high, full, sensitive breasts, though separated by two layers of clothing and a bra, were pressed tightly against her firm chest, sending a tingling sensation rapidly spreading from her sensitive breasts to every corner of her body, making her uncontrollably hot.

Toma swallowed hard, slowly licking her already erect nipples through her bra. She began to pant rapidly, her body limp and burning. Toma's hands roamed along her bare back, taking the opportunity to unhook her bra. She obediently let her arms hang down, and Shinichi easily removed the bra from her arms. Her

high, firm breasts, finally free, bounced happily against her chest. Her pure white breasts were round and high, exuding a sweet fragrance. At the very peaks were two ruby-red nipples, slightly hardened from being exposed to the air—truly exquisite.

When Touma's strong arms draped over her back, Laura's entire body trembled violently! Then she felt Touma's chest press against her two high, full breasts.

Touma helped her sit up, standing beside the recliner. He guided Laura's hands, making her push her breasts together, enveloping his penis. Laura squeezed her breasts together, while Touma touched the tender flesh around them, occasionally teasing her nipples.

Laura began to rub her breasts up and down; because her large, full breasts completely enveloped Touma's penis, he began to feel a surge of pleasure. …“Lola…Wow…This feels so good…Your breasts are so big…They feel so good being squeezed…” “You’re so horny…Ah…Don’t rub them…Ahhh…” Touma rubbed her breasts and nipples at the same time, making Laura moan with pleasure. “I can’t take it…It feels so good…Damn…Big tits…Lola…Your breasts are amazing…Hoo…” “…Ahhhh…Don’t rub them…Don’t rub them…Be gentle…Ah…” One was being squeezed and the other was being rubbed, both feeling like they were dying of pleasure. Holding her breasts, Touma started pressing and rubbing her chest first, slowly sliding down. Slowly, Touma stood up and squatted down, using her F-cup breasts to rub against his hard penis.

Touma lifted Laura’s face, and you could see the gentle look in his eyes. That look made Laura extremely aroused, but seeing her large breasts squeezing Touma’s penis, Laura’s breasts were being rubbed and she couldn’t hold back anymore. The breast sex slowed down. Touma had Laura hold the outer edge of her breasts with both hands, and his penis began to rub quickly.

Suddenly, Touma stiffened. "Damn, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum... Ahhhh... Laura..." He grabbed Laura's hand that was supporting her breasts, clenched his penis, and thrust his hips. A stream of white fluid gushed out. He released Laura's hand, and his semen shot onto her breasts, some even onto her face. Laura gasped.

Touma slowly finished ejaculating, then wiped the remaining semen from the glans onto Laura's breasts.

Laura's face flushed as she murmured. Touma thrust faster and faster, and suddenly, a stream of white fluid gushed from the tip of his penis as he continued to ejaculate. He pressed Laura down, letting her breasts completely cover his penis, until he finished. The two slowly sat up. Laura's hair was wet, her body covered in foam, and a large pool of white semen covered her enormous breasts, creating an extremely lewd scene.

Instantly, they could hear each other's heartbeats clearly, Laura's being slightly more rapid.

Laura's breathing grew increasingly rapid, all of it spraying onto her fair neck, and she felt her chest being squeezed, her two high, firm breasts deformed.

Laura felt increasingly hot all over, and her legs reacted as well, so she couldn't help but stretch out her two lotus-root-like, white arms and wrap them around Toma's lower back!

Suddenly, Laura's body trembled violently again, because she suddenly felt something hard pressing against her lower abdomen, and she knew what it was, of course! Her heart was in turmoil; if this continued, she might not be able to hold back, because she knew that the itching between her legs was becoming increasingly unbearable!

Laura once again suddenly thrust her snow-white buttocks forward, and Toma inserted his fingers deep into her vagina, while quickly flicking the swollen bud with his thumb. With a high-pitched cry, a glistening stream of fluid suddenly gushed out of her vagina. In an instant, he was stunned and utterly astonished.

Was Laura overly excited and incontinent, or was it the legendary "mocking blow"? Touma had never seen anything like it before, but his intuition told him that this was the legendary "mocking blow." He was also petrified,

frozen in place, not even reacting when she arched her back and hips a second time. Perhaps the stimulation wasn't enough; a large amount of fluid flowed from Laura's urethra, but not as high as the first time. Finally realizing what was happening, he excitedly stimulated her vagina and played with her clitoris with his fingers. Laura's vagina continued to gush water, though not as high as the first time, but the splashing water was still incredibly impressive.

How could a man resist such a situation? He rolled over, pinning Laura beneath him. The moment his fingers left her vagina, his swollen penis filled it again, and as his penis began to thrust violently, his tongue rushed into Laura's mouth.

Laura's climax was nearing its end, but it was enough to instantly and completely arouse the man. Amid Touma's roar, they both began to ejaculate uncontrollably.

After the intense pleasure, despair, helplessness, pain, and shame coiled around Laura's heart like venomous snakes, and she began to sob softly again. She must have been in even more pain and sorrow.

Although she comforted herself with the thought that life is like rape, how many people can truly live by that thought? Perhaps her soul would remain trapped in her body, watching him rape her again and again, until her heart turned to ashes, and perhaps only then would she stop feeling such excruciating pain.

Perhaps one day she would truly be unable to bear it any longer and choose to kill Touma, but she felt it wouldn't be today. Pain, humiliation, and worry about her loved ones being harmed were like weights on opposite ends of a scale, still swaying back and forth.

"Hehe..." With a lewd laugh, Kanzaki hugged the nearly dazed woman from behind, her hands constantly kneading her breasts: "Feels good, doesn't it? I've come to like this feeling too..." "Ah, ahahaha..." Ignoring Kanzaki's actions and words, Laura just unconsciously twisted her body.

Withdrawing her penis, Kanzaki immediately came over and cleaned Touma's penis with her tongue. Kanzaki took a few big steps to close the distance between herself and Touma, and with the momentum, she hugged Touma tightly in her arms. The stunningly beautiful woman threw herself into Touma's arms, and Touma naturally wouldn't let this golden opportunity pass. Touma was held incredibly tightly—almost to the point where their skin was practically touching. She only knew that her breasts, more developed than most girls her age, were being squeezed against Touma's chest, flattened into two small round cakes. Through the touch on her chest, she could gradually feel Touma's body heat slowly emanating from him… "Let's go take a shower," Touma said, picking up Laura, whose face was streaked with tears, whose body was covered in sweat, and whose vagina was leaking semen, and carrying her towards the bathroom.

In the white bathtub, holding her, the warm water slowly submerged their bodies.

Touma immersed himself in the hot water, feeling every pore on his body open up, feeling incredibly comfortable—while Kanzaki remained clinging to him, massaging him with her entire body.

While enjoying Kanzaki's services, Touma tirelessly caressed Laura. Laura's face flushed a sickly red, and her skin began to glow a vibrant pink, like blooming cherry blossoms.

Then, Kanzaki began to perform her

specialty breast play.

His penis was held between her snow-white breasts, the tip protruding but quickly covered again. She gripped his thighs tightly with both hands, her tongue curling in her mouth, enveloping the glans. Simultaneously, she used her fingers to pull down Touma's foreskin, exposing the glans completely to the air, then opened her soft lips and took the remaining exposed tip of the glans into her mouth, bit by bit.

"Ugh, oh..." Touma couldn't help but moan.

"Start slowly, slowly... rub your penis slowly..." The smooth, tender touch of her breasts stimulated his penis.

His penis began to grow larger and harder.

"Hehe, don't look so smug... it'll make me feel it too.

" Kanzaki used her mature, papaya-shaped breasts to clamp down on his penis, revealing an alluring smile. Kanzaki skillfully swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip of his penis, coordinating with the pressure of her tongue above. Her pink fingers were also busy, actively grasping and rapidly stroking Touma's shaft. With the help of saliva and secretions from his urethra, as if coated with lubricant, Touma's penis slid smoothly into Kanzaki's small mouth.

He reveled in the softness and warmth of Kanzaki's tongue, enjoying the moist temperature of her nimble tongue tip, teasing the urethral opening at a leisurely pace, occasionally enveloping it with her delicate cherry lips, sucking carefully on the glans. At the same time, her other small hand had already reached further down to Touma's genitals, touching his testicles. While rhythmically pressing her tongue against Touma's vas deferens, she simultaneously pinched Touma's testicles with her fingers, gently weighing them before playing with them with her fingertips, as if Touma's entire genital system had been transformed into a toy exclusively for Kanzaki's enjoyment.

"Was that good? You squirted down there, it startled me..." "Please don't cry, please, I'm begging you, cheer up..." "I really love you, making love with you is so pleasurable..." "I don't know what to say anymore, do you hate me that much that you won't say a word to me..." "Fine, fine, if you don't want to talk, then don't. One day, you'll know how good I am to you..." Laura lay in his arms like a doll, her expression wooden and exhausted. What could she possibly say? What was there to say to a rapist? Touma thought she was probably thinking more about what she should do, or whether she should kill him or not.

Touma started touching Laura's body again, from her hands to her legs, from her breasts to her private parts. He kissed her again, and this time her resistance wasn't strong. Her clenched teeth were pried open, and her soft tongue was sucked into Touma's mouth.

"Th-that, so... never mind! Anyway, Bishop Laura definitely can't do it..." Kanzaki said, seeing Laura panic.

"Gulp! Waaaaaa... Who, who said it can't be done! I will never lose to Kanzaki! Come on!" After making up her mind, Laura used her breasts to clamp Touma's penis.

"A-are you still going to hold it with your hands?" "Of course, how can your breasts move on their own?" Touma subconsciously complained about Laura's awkward reaction.

She cupped her breasts and clamped his penis inside.

It felt good to have her breasts sucking on the glans .

"Then, just rub it up and down, right?... Hehe, it's very simple..." She shook her breasts up and down, stimulating his penis. Laura's eyes were glazed over as she watched the fiery red penis pressed against her nose. A few fingers formed a small circle, rubbing it back and forth rapidly, like trying to start a fire. Her desire surged, the burning penis throbbing rhythmically. Laura's full, rounded breasts were damp with sweat, providing perfect lubrication.

"So good… Laura, this is amazing…" The movements were stiff, but the sensation grew increasingly intense.

Both women were overwhelmed, their breasts pressing against the penis, their nipples rubbing against its surface, savoring the pleasure.

"Ugh… I'm going to cum…" With four large breasts rubbing against each other, Touma struggled to maintain his composure and avoid ejaculation.

Their nipples rubbed against Touma's glans, their most sensitive areas stimulating and rubbing against each other. The two beautiful girls' enormous breasts rubbed against each other, emitting lewd sounds unimaginable in their normal lives, their faces contorted in a grotesque grin.

Using pre-ejaculate as lubricant, their four breasts pressed against the penis, they were nearing their limit.

"Ahhhhhh, it's gushing out, it's going to gush out of my chest! Ahhhhhh!" "Me too, waaaaaaah, I climaxed with Kanzaki! Haaaaah!" "I came..." The three of them climaxed together. Their

breasts clamped around his penis for a moment, and then a stream of hot semen spurted from his glans.

Laura looked on in bewilderment, seeing Touma about to ejaculate on her face... without a word, she took Touma's throbbing glans into her mouth, letting him ejaculate all his semen into her mouth!

Then she also ejaculated. It covered their upper bodies white.

Those graceful, proud, tall bodies, that skin like solidified white jade, those full, plump breasts, that alluring triangle, those long, shapely, snow-white thighs... thinking about it, the semi-erect penis hanging between his legs unconsciously became erect, and the fully erect penis looked really intimidating! The enormous glans, the size of a child's fist, and the thick shaft with bulging veins—"It's wet down there again, I'm going in."

After receiving a silent nod from Laura, Touma finally felt relieved and pressed the head of his enormous penis against her vulva… Ah, Laura gasped inwardly when her already sensitive and itchy vulva was suddenly touched by Touma's large penis, her body trembling involuntarily. She then whispered nervously, "Touma, you have to be gentle! It'll hurt!" "Yes, Laura, I know, I know!" Touma quickly replied, then placed one of his calloused hands… He placed his hand on the inside of her snow-white thighs, and with his other hand grasped the base of his enormous member, slowly pressing the large glans against her wet, sweet vulva. He first rubbed the glans against the outside of her vulva… Ah, her already unbearably itchy vulva was gently rubbed by the large glans, and she immediately felt an unusual tingling sensation spreading rapidly from her vulva to every corner of her body, and the lustful fluids in her vulva gushed out uncontrollably… “No… don’t do this… it hurts so much…” Laura couldn’t help but say to Touma.

“No… don’t.”

“It’s okay, don’t be afraid, you weren’t very happy just now, and you like making love with me, don’t you?” The penis thrust into Laura’s body, and soon, water splashed in the bathtub. The two went from the bathtub to the bed, and after less than twenty minutes, he was already on the verge of ejaculating, but he longed to see another orgasm, so he pulled out his penis and used his hand to stimulate her vulva instead.

"Lola, I'm sorry, I meant to wet the head of my penis so it would be easier to insert, but I didn't expect you to be in so much pain. Then let's stop rubbing!" Touma meant well; he was worried that his dry glans would hurt when inserted into her wet vagina, so he rubbed the glans against the wet area to use the vaginal fluid as lubricant. He hadn't expected it to make Laura so uncomfortable, so he explained to her to avoid her misunderstanding that he did it on purpose.

Laura was a little touched. So that's what he meant! She thought Touma was a rough guy, but he was so thoughtful. She shyly asked Touma in a low voice, "Is yours wet enough?" "Only half wet. Since you're uncomfortable, you don't need to wet it anymore, just insert it directly!" she said excitedly.

"Touma, then wet the half that isn't wet yet..." Laura blushed and said shyly in a low voice. "I'll bear it..." she said shyly, her face flushing red. She realized Touma's words made sense; coating the glans with her own vaginal fluid before inserting it was better than inserting it dry. So she wet the glans again.

"Okay, okay!" Touma, Laura's words were like a decree, obeying without question. She quickly agreed, gripping the base of his penis and pressing the glans against the wetness of her vagina, beginning to rub again... Ah, God, it hurts! The glans rubbed against Laura's vaginal opening once more, causing her to inwardly cry out in discomfort.

The thought of his glans rubbing against the delicate vagina of such a beautiful, sacred, and noble bishop filled him with increasing excitement and arousal, making his enormous member even harder!

"...Are you done yet?" Laura's vulva was being rubbed by Touma's large glans, and she was so uncomfortable that she almost cried out in shameful moans. She asked breathlessly,

"Almost done!" Actually, the outside of her vulva was already so wet, and with the lustful fluid gushing out from her vulva, Touma's entire glans was already sticky and wet. But perhaps because he didn't allow her to play with her vulva with his hands, he wanted to use his glans to rub her vulva a little longer as a way to make up for the lack of pleasure. That's why he lied and said it was almost done!

"Touma, then hurry up... I'm so uncomfortable..." Laura gasped after hearing this, and then she could only bite her lower lip and endure it a little longer!

Touma's glans continued to rub against the outside of Laura's vulva, and he felt that Laura's vulva was getting wetter and wetter. Several times, his glans almost fell into her vulva, but Touma quickly pulled his glans out.

The sensation of the glans automatically falling into her honeypot and then being pulled out was incredibly uncomfortable for Laura. She wished the glans wouldn't be pulled out and would just be inserted directly into her increasingly itchy honeypot, with her juices flowing continuously from it... "...Put it in...I can't take it anymore..." Although saying this was extremely embarrassing, she really had no other choice. Her honeypot was being rubbed to the point of unbearable discomfort, and the glans being inserted into her honeypot and then immediately pulled out was torture. That's why she shamelessly asked for the penis to be inserted into her already unbearably itchy honeypot. Otherwise, she would never have said such shameful things!

"Okay, okay!" Touma couldn't hold back any longer; his erection was incredibly painful, so he quickly agreed and pressed the head of his penis against the entrance of her vagina... "Gently..." Seeing the head of his penis against her vaginal opening, knowing that he was about to insert his large penis, she became a little nervous and instinctively spoke in a shy tone. Then she bit her lower lip, waiting for the head of his penis to enter.

As he slowly pushed the large head of his penis into Laura's vagina, it felt very tight, and it even pulled her two delicate labia minora into the vagina... She immediately felt some pain in her vagina because the large head of his penis stretched her vagina very full. Laura frowned and endured it without making a sound!

"Laura, does it hurt?" Seeing Laura's frowning and pained expression, Touma immediately stopped pushing his huge penis inside and asked with concern.

"It hurts a little, but I'll bear it!" Laura was a tough-on-the-outside-but-soft-on-the-inside person, and also a very strong-willed one. She wouldn't show weakness in front of Touma.

Touma breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, then thrust his buttocks forward, and his large glans went in even further, stretching Laura's vaginal opening very full. She felt her glans being tightly wrapped by the tender flesh inside her vaginal opening. Although it felt very tight, the feeling of being wrapped by the tender flesh was still very comfortable!

Laura knew that a woman's vaginal opening was tight on the outside and loose on the inside. Once she got past this hurdle, what awaited her was comfort and pleasure. So, even though her vaginal opening was stretched and painful by the large glans, she still stubbornly endured it, although the expression on her face became more and more painful.

Seeing that Laura didn't make a sound, Touma stopped asking her and instead pushed his large glans into her vaginal opening with all his might... With a "thud," the entire large glans was buried in the loose vaginal opening.

"Ah..." Laura finally couldn't help but cry out, letting out a deep sigh of relief as the expression on her face gradually faded.

"Lola, it's finally in!" Toma said happily to Laura.

Laura didn't speak; she knew that what followed was something that made her feel incredibly shy yet pleasurable, so she turned her face to the side.

Toma, however, adjusted his position, lifting her two plump, snow-white thighs upwards, so that her calves hung suspended on either side of his body. He then placed his two calloused hands on the inside of her thighs, securing them in place, leaving her calves hanging suspended on either side of his body.

At this moment, Touma knelt between Laura's legs, his calloused hands pressing against the inside of her two plump, snow-white thighs, and began to slowly thrust in and out... Fortunately, Laura's honeypot had already been fucked by such a huge cock once, so it was somewhat accustomed to its size. Although Touma's slow thrusting caused a little pain, it was still much better than last time, so Laura bit her lower lip and endured it without making a sound, because she didn't want Touma to see her lewd moans.

The huge penis began to thrust rhythmically in and out of Laura's honeypot... The honeypot gradually became more and more lubricated, and the insertion and withdrawal of the penis were much smoother than before, and the sound of water could be heard.

Two minutes later, she felt the pain in her vagina gradually turn into comfort. That enormous penis was completely different from anything in porn movies. With each thrust, the large glans of Touma's penis reached right up to her uterus, the deepest part of her vagina. The tingling sensation was almost heavenly, and the thick shaft stretched open the tender, red flesh around her vagina. The friction of the shaft against her itchy flesh with each thrust was indescribable!

Oh my god, so good, so incredibly good! The pleasure intensified, and Laura almost cried out several times, but she covered her mouth with her hand and held it back.

Touma continued to fuck her from behind, thrusting relentlessly. She screamed wildly, her hair disheveled, moaning with each thrust, her previous elegance completely gone. Her fair, translucent cheeks were flushed red as this S-class beauty was being roughly penetrated by Touma's penis. Touma's excitement and the thrill of the affair had long since made him oblivious to reality.

The vaginal fluids were being drawn out, soaking their point of contact. Most of the fluids flowed down her vulva, past her perineum, then to her anus, and finally onto the towel below, quickly soaking a small patch.

Kneeling between Laura's legs, his hands pressed tightly against the inside of her plump, white thighs, he thrust his small buttocks incessantly, but his eyes were also busy. First, he saw the mixture of pleasure and pain on her exquisite face, then he saw her cover her mouth with a delicate white hand, only emitting soft moans from her throat.

Touma was puzzled; why wasn't Laura making any sounds of pleasure? Was it because he wasn't making her feel good enough?

But Touma had no idea what Laura was thinking. In fact, Laura was already feeling incredibly good from being fucked by the huge cock. Each time, the massive glans touched the deepest part of her uterus, and the thick shaft stretched open her tender flesh, constantly rubbing against her itchy, bright red flesh. Laura was feeling an unprecedented level of pleasure!

As for why Laura didn't make any moaning sounds, it was simply because she didn't want to make those shameful, lewd moans in front of him. But deep down, she really wanted to let them out, but she held it in!

Thump thump, the huge cock kept thrusting in and out of her increasingly wet cunt... Oh my god, it feels so good, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to scream! Ah, it's hitting my uterus again! Oh my god, how can it feel so good? Not daring to moan, Laura could only silently scream in her heart as Touma's huge cock thrust into her.

She felt the penetration inside her vagina becoming increasingly pleasurable, and she really wanted to scream out loud. However, she was, after all, the high and mighty Archbishop of England, and to let out such shameful, lewd moans in front of her would be utterly humiliating. So, she kept one of her delicate white hands covering her mouth, tightly suppressing any sound she wanted to make.

Toma thrust with all his might, each impact making a "slap slap" sound. This relentless onslaught had left Laura dazed, devoid of any ability to think.

"..."

Toma stroked her face, his hips continuing to slap forcefully: "You're fucking so hard..." "Ah... Toma..." She

closed her eyes and cried out uncontrollably, "So hard... so strong..." For arousing desire, fingers were far more effective than a penis. As Laura's desire rose, Toma continued to fuck her with his penis, but still couldn't bring her to orgasm, so he used his hands instead. After nearly an hour of this intermittent tossing and turning, he finally reached another climax beneath her. Although he didn't ejaculate like before, he was completely satisfied, filling Laura's vagina with his semen. Without restraint, he gripped her waist, Laura's two exposed, enormous breasts swaying violently. He thrust in and out with maximum force, Laura's large breasts jiggle wildly.

Then, suddenly, he thrust hard, paused for a second or two, and resumed his gentle thrusting, ejaculating like a cannonball.

[The End]

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