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[Poppenheim (Kamisyakujii Yubeshi)] Namaiki na Onna Souryo ni Medapani o Kurawasero! + Shadow Galko-chan (Dragon Quest III, Oshiete! Galko-chan)
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A bold cleric in a high-crowned mitre and form-fitting bodysuit lounges atop a defeated hero, milking every drop with fingers still sheathed in long yellow gloves. The story opens with a bold cleric in a sleek, clinging bodysuit and tall mitre, straddling the hero and announcing she'll "give that cheeky woman a taste of her own medicine," until she reveals something improper about her outfit is making her dangerously aroused. As the party's long-haired, bodysuit-clad heroine bristles at the cleric's impropriety, the cleric drops her pants and apologizes with her mouth wrapped around the hero's cock, deep-throating him with eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Things only escalate from there—the heroine throws her bikini top aside, climbs on, and takes the hero for herself while the cleric squirms beneath them, crying out as her tight asshole and desperate pussy are both claimed. The final pages pile on the indignity, with the cleric living happily ever after as the hero's fuck buddy, covered in cum and still mewling for more. Heavy climaxes splash across every curve—gloved hands, planted feet, and pillowy breasts—while Poppenheim's signature blend of sharp character work and unrestrained indulgence plays out across the album.Show moreShow less
A bold cleric in a high-crowned mitre and form-fitting bodysuit lounges atop a defeated hero, milking every drop with fingers still sheathed in long yellow gloves. The story opens with a bold cleric in a sleek, clinging bodysuit and tall mitre, straddling the hero and announcing she'll "give that cheeky woman a taste of her own medicine," until she reveals something improper about her outfit is making her dangerously aroused. As the party's long-haired, bodysuit-clad heroine bristles at the cleric's impropriety, the cleric drops her pants and apologizes with her mouth wrapped around the hero's cock, deep-throating him with eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Things only escalate from there—the heroine throws her bikini top aside, climbs on, and takes the hero for herself while the cleric squirms beneath them, crying out as her tight asshole and desperate pussy are both claimed. The final pages pile on the indignity, with the cleric living happily ever after as the hero's fuck buddy, covered in cum and still mewling for more. Heavy climaxes splash across every curve—gloved hands, planted feet, and pillowy breasts—while Poppenheim's signature blend of sharp character work and unrestrained indulgence plays out across the album.