"By the way, did the crystal on the staff break due to age-related deterioration?"
"That shouldn't be possible… The only explanation is that the God of Light, Lalum, rejected bestowing a blessing upon you…"
"Why…? I haven't done anything wrong."
I did think of Ratatouille as "the kind of woman in a fantasy erotic manga who protects her pussy with defensive magic against tentacles but forgets to protect her asshole and ends up ahegaoing from anal orgasms," and I did compare the staff to an extra-thick dildo… but there's no way my perverted fantasies are the reason God refused to bless me, right?
The gods on Earth are pretty open to degenerate play—they stick it in the mouth of a vomiting goddess or fuck the pussy of a goddess turned into a cow. Aren't gods tolerant of perverted stuff?
The god I know in this world even turned into a dragon and rubbed her pussy against a rock to masturbate.
