Chapter 56 – Oh, That’s Not How It Works (2)
I returned to the Mist Mansion again after a successful day of burning hostility towards me by visiting the warriors and their companions in order and giving them an instruction that I did not want. As long as Saha returns with information about Violence, these idle days will end. How many days do I have left in this world? Is it as short as one month, or as long as four months? Well, this is actually a time limit.
Whether the hero kills me or ends the world without it, there is no way left for me in the end. In the first place, this role I took on is literally doomed, so there is no other way to survive. Even though I can come back to life, a world that forces me to die once, and even knowing that, I said I would take on this role. But can you? This is my best
Borrowing the power of the goddess, she cut out a part of herself, and filled the space with the malice she created. Actions I would never have done had been mixed with the desires I had unknowingly harbored. I can’t tell now whether I was really a good human being, or whether this world that I thought I was making up was my real self. The me of the past, the me of the present, the me of the present.
Damn. It seems that he is too immersed in the role. At first it was easy to classify like water and oil, but now it’s a mess and that’s it.
…Well, it doesn’t matter anymore.
I lay down on the bed in my room and organized my thoughts. To be honest, being killed by a hero is nothing. If he had finished all the proper preparations, he could put my neck on that sharp blade at any moment. The problem is, from what I can see, he’s still not up to par. Due to the intervention of damned third parties, the ordeal that had to be given to the hero became easier, and the hero who passed it without much effort missed the opportunity to grow greatly. If I collide with Violence now and eat a lot of each other’s strength, the warriors can easily fishermen, but it doesn’t change that the final boss defeats the warriors and the world ends with a bad ending.
Yes. What matters is the ordeal. The warrior must face tough trials both physically and mentally. The steeper the wall and the harder it is to climb, the stronger the hero grows when he successfully passes it. Thanks to the battle against the strengthened monsters continuously sent through Ray, the minimum combat ability is now ingrained in the body, but the problem is how to handle the divine power and mental strength.
Divine power. A power wielded by a god, and a power derived from the faith of believers toward the god. The attitude of the hero who treated it as if it were a final special move that he had to risk his life to use made me feel extremely frustrated. The use of the hero’s divine power was to slightly increase his combat ability by wrapping it around his body and sword, and the pillar of light that cleared the magic fog that enveloped the mansion. These two were everything.
Using divine power to change the weapon into the form he needs now, using divine power to open a barrier to protect himself from enemy attacks, and washing away those stained with darkness with the power of light, he can’t do anything. These three techniques I have given as examples are also relatively simple among the ways to utilize the divine power, and originally, they are techniques that a hero should know how to use as naturally as breathing when fighting me. But right now, this damn warrior doesn’t even know how to change the form of the simplest weapon out of the three.
Strengthening the body by putting divine power on one’s body is really the foundation of the foundations, and the pillar of light is just a waste of the remaining divine power and shooting it all into the sky. This is the part where you can see how well the hero didn’t use his divine power.
I gave you a demonstration today, so you can practice a bit more by yourself, but there will still be limitations. Originally, the skills mentioned above were to be acquired naturally while fighting strong enemies, but with the intervention of a third party, the hero had never fought a battle with great danger.
In the end, that third party is the problem. Because those damn things intervene in the play, all the previously conceived stories are out of alignment. It is also important to find and stop them before being killed by the hero. Time is running out.
Smart smart
“Who are you?”
“This is Mystrina, Baron Armageddon.”
“Yes, come in.”
Mist Rina asked me to hug her today, and I accepted. She honestly asks an unfortunate virgin witch who has lived a life without knowing men at all to hug her, but what man in the world would refuse? Oh, if it were Gordon, he’d say no, saying he had a fiancée.
Profit.
However, when I saw the owner of this mansion who opened the door and entered, I had no choice but to revise my thoughts. No matter how much Gordon he is, if he sees this, he’ll be a fiancé or whatever, and he’ll give up. Her appearance was so intense. Even if it is not, she, who exudes her usual alluring and decadent atmosphere, wears provocative clothes that barely cover her skin and walks shyly and awkwardly. There will be no
The only one who doesn’t stand watching this would be a eunuch or a gay, or a pedo who deserves to die.
“Oh…”
Of course, I didn’t belong to any of the three, so the changes in my body were obvious enough for her to see. Mist Rina was surprised at the sight of the pillar erected with the momentum to pierce her pants at any moment, but she smiled as if she was happy that I was excited with her body. No matter how you look at it, it’s really amazing that a witch with a low-ripe body and an alluring smile that would have eaten a lot of uncool shota is still a virgin with a hymen.
I undressed her, suppressing her desire to knock her over her bed and pierce her chaste hymen with one blow. Myst Rina is a woman who willingly dedicated her first experience to me even though I didn’t do anything about it, and I have to make sure that her first experience doesn’t become a painful memory so that she doesn’t regret the choice. That was the reason why she resisted the urge to knead that gigantic breast, as if squeezing it right away.
Of course, that feeble patience quickly reached its limit when Mist Rina followed me and took off her clothes, seeing her head-sized breasts bouncing around obscenely.
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Baron Ragna Armageddon. He who everyone says is a villain is my only savior and savior. He extended his hand first to me, who seemed to have lost everything after being banished from the Mage Tower, needed my strength and knowledge, and avenged the Mage Tower on my behalf. Even though I had to distance myself from Tabacona because of it, I was always grateful to him. Because if he hadn’t taken the hand he had outstretched, he would have been all but impossible to realize.
It’s a bit sad to lose a dear friend with whom you’ve spent so many years, but Baron Armageddon was more important to me now. In order to respond to the repayment for having taken me, I always did my best to respond to his request. I found the necessary magic formula, modified it so that even a baron who was not familiar with magic could use it, and if there was no magic like the one I was looking for, I made a new one.
The baron sometimes gave me lustful glances, but I never took offense to them. Far from being offended, I was rather happy. Wanting not only magical knowledge from me, but also physical relations meant that he found me attractive as a member of the opposite sex. But the baron did not ask me for physical relations until the end.
Because he always took care of me. He was always like that. He looks more scary and evil than anyone else on the outside, but in fact he is warmer and more caring than anyone else in the world. Even when the mage tower’s check became serious because of me, he comforted me saying it wasn’t my fault, and when the mage tower collapsed because of my magic, he whispered to me that there was nothing wrong with me when I felt both exhilarated and guilty. That one word he whispered to me at that time, I still can’t forget.
‘I’m a villain anyway. The amount of evil that I committed would be enough for more than one book. So it doesn’t matter if a few more lines are added to that list of misdeeds. So don’t be afraid and don’t be afraid All your sins and karma are from me, and I will bear them.’
People are usually divided into two categories. Rather than injure others, he is the one who hurts himself, and the one who hurts others rather than injure himself. But the baron was neither. He does not hesitate to hurt others, and at the same time he is not afraid to hurt others. He lacks humanity more than anyone else, but rather, I was fascinated by his more humane appearance than anyone else.
Originally, I shouldn’t have had a heart, but I didn’t want to bury this heart like this. Because the Baron always said, ‘Be honest with your desires’. So, I decided to reveal my desire without hiding it. I wanted to be honest about my desires, even if I had to suffer, rather than keep the secret secretly for the rest of my life for fear of getting hurt if I acted recklessly. Opportunities and paths do not come to those who hesitate to move forward.
So I poured out my heart to him. And the baron granted my reckless request.
It was an opportunity that the baron gave me a long-awaited chance, so I didn’t want to make a mistake. I washed and tidied my body three times in case anyone would be reluctant to mix my body because of the smell from my body, I found all the related information in old books and acquired that knowledge, and I made various potions I made before to help even a little bit. Prepared until.
Full preparation. And seeing his body face to face on the bed with all his clothes off, it was so amazing that I wondered if it would be okay to hang out with someone like me. Unlike me, who only gained a lot of superfluous weight because I didn’t go outside and stayed in the mansion and studied magic, my body was surprisingly thin. But she wasn’t so skinny that all her bones were visible, and she had a certain charm that attracted even her complete ignorance of sex.
Most important of all is that penis between the baron’s legs. I couldn’t believe that it was attached to that skinny body from the beginning, and I even feared that I could satisfy that heinous genital organ that so many women pickled with pleasure with my body.
“…Even though I’m insignificant, I’ll do my best so that you don’t feel inadequate.”
“Um… Then, shall we relax a bit?”
The baron came up to me to ease my tension and began to gently caress various parts of my body, overlapping each other in a hugging position from behind. It was regrettable that I didn’t feel the same intensity as when I was mixing with other women, but as my body gradually heated up and I constantly felt a tickling sensation as if something was boiling from the inside, I gradually found it difficult to maintain my reason. The sexual pleasure I felt for the first time was dangerously good, and I thought that I might be similar to the potion addicts I saw in the basement of the Mage Tower suffering from withdrawal symptoms.
“Huhhhhh…♥”
The nipple in the center of her chest became as hard as a knuckle of her little finger, and her lower body, wet with love juice, was already ready to accept the man’s nourishment. I’m just being touched with my hands, but in front of the baron’s skillful handling, who has experience in hugging multiple women, as I know only a few lines of text and a few pictures from a dusty red book, I feel powerless pleasure. It was only listened to. To be honest, it felt so good that I just wanted this moment to last forever, beating all the magic.
Of course, that powerful pleasure that shook my mind lightly was only a preparation process to warm up before the physical relationship between a man and a woman. The knowledge, the potion, and all the knowledge and potions he had prepared as he floundered in the pleasure that melted his head were all useless, and the baron almost leaned against his body, squirting clear love juice, fixing my trembling posture, and a small voice in my ear. Whispered to you.
“How are you feeling?”
“Yes, yes… ♥ Joa yo oh… ♥”
In the midst of a pleasure I had never experienced before, I couldn’t maintain my usual self at all. I’m sure today was the first time I’d mixed bodies with a man, but the baron studied my body perfectly and played with it, uncovering my weaknesses one after another that even I didn’t know about. Even though I wouldn’t be able to cut off my head and take out the brain and touch it directly, I became a female who struggled with pleasure without being able to do anything with his touch. And at the same time, I could understand why the women around the baron weren’t jealous of each other or fighting.
Jealousy is the feeling you have towards someone who has something you don’t have. But the baron had no reason to be jealous of each other, because he loved and cared for every woman he held equally.
“Haa…♥ Haaa…♥ Me, Baron…♥ Please allow me, the Guseuuuuu whom I serve…♥ Huh, please allow me…♥”
I wanted to be hugged by the baron, but it didn’t mean that I wanted to be loved one-sidedly like this. I also wanted to express my feelings to the baron. That’s why I reached out for the baron’s nourishment, which I had always wanted to feel, away from the baron’s touch, which became hard as if it would burst at any moment.
“Wow…♥ It’s amazing…♥ The baron’s place is so hot…♥ I think I’ll burn my hand…♥”
When something like this comes in, no woman will be able to endure it no matter how hard she tries. This hot heat, this ferocious shape, this hard intensity… It’s literally the most optimal penis for breeding activities…♥
It must have been… This was it.
I grabbed the huge sheep with both hands and moved my hands up and down to stimulate the pillars and under the glans.
“Well, I feel very good.”
The Baron smiled at me as he said that, but I sensed consideration in his smile. I can’t feel any pleasure because my hand technique is so terrible, but he is giving me positive words on purpose for me, who is working hard nonetheless. Thinking that way made me feel apologetic, but at the same time, I felt like coming, so I decided to use my own weapon.
Mungle.
“Wait, wait, that’s…!”
…I knew it. I put the baron’s nursery material between the breasts, which always felt uncomfortable, and were so large that they always sagged down and made my shoulders stiff, and pressed the baron’s breasts with my hands from both sides. You spit it out At one time, Tabacona always looked at my breasts and muttered that the world is unfair and that you wouldn’t worry about men, so I tried it. Maybe this is… Paisley? It must have been said. Guys say they like it when a woman with big breasts does it, but I’m glad the baron seems to like it too.
Originally, it was said that lubricant was needed because of the friction of the skin, but fortunately, there was no need to prepare such a thing this time. It was because, while being tossed around by the Baron’s touch and being injected with pleasure, the wet sweat between her breasts acted as a lubricant. It’s sticky and sloppy, but there was no big problem with moving itself. Looking at the baron’s face, this is a better shape. And I felt it at the same time.
The baron’s wriggling desire to pour the seeds into me at any moment made my heart thump. It came to me with great joy that the first male thing I was embracing was probably the best thing I could ever experience in my life.
Every time my chest moved up and down, the baron’s nourishment caught between them rubbed against each other, and I too was seized with unknown pleasure. Unlike when I was being teased and melted by the Baron’s touch, I felt a strange tickling feeling in my chest. It’s unfamiliar, but I don’t hate it at all, so I became very immersed in this Paisley…? Not only moving it up and down while holding it in the chest, but also pressing down on the chest and rubbing the milk between the breasts, licking the mushroom-shaped hard glans protruding from between the breasts and the lower part of the cap with the tongue, etc. I was just acting according to my instincts…
“G-Wait, I-I’m coming…!”
“Oh…!”
At the same time that the baron, who had reached his limit, flinched, white, gooey substance poured over my face and chest.
Is this… A man’s seed? If this gets inside me, I’m having a baby. Something fishy yet strangely addictive…
“Haa, haa, churup…♥”
For some reason, I thought it would be a waste to wipe it off, so I stuck out my tongue and licked it.
As for the taste… I’m not sure. But… Thinking that something from the baron’s body is entering me makes my lower stomach numb…
“Baron… Please come…♥”
Before I knew it, my nickname of witch faded away, and in front of the baron, I vulgarly spread my legs wide apart, and even that was not enough, I opened my vagina with my own hands and exposed it, flirting with the baron with a voice that melted in a sticky voice. Was throwing …♥
