Chapter 57 – Oh, That’s Not How It Works (3)
The Baron’s hand movements are so skillful, and he feels so good… I couldn’t believe it was my first experience, so I couldn’t believe it. Unable to control the heat of my body, I spread my legs vulgarly and spread my fingers so that the baron could see my most precious place… I asked the baron. To poke my insides with the baron’s vicious phallus, to fill me with that hot emotion… I couldn’t stand the tingling in my lower stomach and begged over and over again.
And finally, the baron granted my request. A penis so huge that one wonders how he usually covers it up, has the shape of a mushroom, but its hard glans, which seems to be stronger than mace, melted down in sticky love juice… Report. … Pussy… Pussy… Digging, inside, more inside… Came in… ♥
“Hugh…♥”
Ah, this is dangerous…♥ Because it’s so big, hard, and hot…♥ It’s hard to even breathe due to the heavy feeling of foreign body digging inside…♥
“Huuuuu can possible…♥”
When something like a scorched piece of metal goes inside, I feel breathless from the intense pleasure that comes along with a slight pain… But when it comes out again, the hard glans scratches the sensitive part of the vaginal wall… No way, I can’t come to my senses…Hehe…♥
“I, Baron…♥ Baron…♥”
Why the baron’s, no, MasterI think I now know why there are so many women around him. That’s also true… Once you feel something like this, you can’t turn it back…♥ Even if the best blacksmiths put their heart and soul into every stitch, they won’t be able to create anything better than this. I can’t stand the gap I feel between this thin and skinny body that stimulates the desire to protect and this big, vicious cock that easily captures women…♥
“Mystrina.”
“Yes, I am the owner…♥”
“Love.”
“Haugh…♥”
AA AA AA…! We are in the middle of mixing our bodies so hotly, when you suddenly whisper in my ear with such a sweet voice, I feel it so, so much… ♥
“Uuuuu ♥”
Ah… I did. I stopped making excuses on my master’s bed. Seeing the stain spread on the soft duvet, my face grew hot with unbearable shame. In my first experience, I felt it so much that I sprayed tide on the bed… Am I a pervert…?
“Ah…♥”
Unlike me who was perplexed as to what to do with this, the master turned and changed my body position as if it were no big deal. At normal height… In a fairly active and stimulating position with my legs over my shoulders…
“Heu ♥ Ha ung ♥ Heo ♥ Haaaaang ♥”
Ahhh… ♥ Moaning… ♥ Stop… ♥ If a moment ago it was a feeling of melting softly and kindly, this time it’s the feeling of intensely bumping into a burning desire…♥ As if you were shouting out that you were mine, The desire for lust and dominance to come crashing into each other openly… The tingle between the legs is so good that I can’t stand it… It feels like I’m opening my eyes to something new…♥ To feel good even though it hurts is something strange…♥
“Huff! Swallow! Hmmm…!”
“Heuuuuu0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 respectively
The glans that reciprocate roughly as if digging out the inside with a pickaxe, the pillar that does not shrink even with the forceful clamping force of the vagina, and becomes even harder, and the testicles that pat the entrance of the pussy every time the waist moves back and forth… I feel so, so good…♥ If I understand this through my first experience…♥ I won’t be satisfied unless it’s my master in the future…♥
All I could do… Was to tremble like someone who had been electrocuted and let out a lewd moan every time the master bounced his back. I shouldn’t be like this… ♥ I shouldn’t be this good alone… ♥ Every time I try to get up to serve my master even a little bit, the intense pleasure from being hit deep inside my body makes my back bend on its own…♥
“Go, go away…♥”
My hair, my hair is white… I can’t think… I can breathe…♥
“Go, I went but eh…♥ I just left eh eh…♥ Again, again oh oh…♥ Haaaaang♥”
The pleasure that comes incessantly in succession, the intense pleasure I feel for the first time in my life, the happiness that fills my heart, wanders through my head that only knows magic… At this rate, at this rate, I become a fool…♥ The only thing I know how to do is make magic…♥ Become a useless human who can’t even do that…♥
“Uuuuu ♥”
Ah… Consciousness…
*
“Suck, suck, hoo…”
“Heuuuuu…♥”
By the time I regained consciousness, the sun had already risen again. I already knew that my master was amazing when it came to sex, but I never expected that he would covet me without a break for half a day. It was written that the average human man would lose his erection after one or two ejaculations, but the amount of white turbid liquid that flowed from between his legs seemed more than enough to fill a jar. How much did you ejaculate? My, my body… Was it that good?
“…Mistrina, are you awake?”
“Ah, yes. Last night… I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold on to the end and collapsed in the middle…”
“It’s okay. Few people last that long when dealing with me for the first time. So, how was it?”
“…It felt very, very good.”
“That’s good.”
How to say … It seems that the relationship with the owner has become closer because of the physical relationship, but when I try to face the owner, his face heats up and his heart races, so I avoid looking at him without realizing it. After a while, when I had completely made up my mind, Master asked me while changing into the clothes prepared in advance.
“…Mystrina. Do you remember what I said before?”
“You said that you were talking about it before…?”
“It’s about warriors.”
At those words, the feeling that I felt like I was going to fly went cold again. Ah… That’s right. Warrior. A person chosen by the goddess to fight to save this world.
To be honest, I still don’t know what the hero was like, but I didn’t really like him. When I was beaten by the director who was drunk at the orphanage, or when I was kicked out of the Mage Tower with all the papers I had prepared diligently for lack of magical aptitude, the goddess was the one who did not get an answer even though I prayed so hard. Couldn’t be seen. Moreover, if the hero’s work included harming the master who saved me.
When no one tried to help me, no matter how purposeful I approached, in the end, only the master helped me. The fact that I was able to focus only on magic without starving in a spacious and safe house, take revenge on the mage tower that abandoned me, and earn the nickname of a witch was all possible because of my master. However, the warrior, who does not know where he came from, is aiming for his master’s life because a goddess he has never seen in his life ordered it.
In my mind, I wanted to kill that warrior right away. The hero who came to the mansion last time was a feeble existence that was worthy of his name, and even if the master didn’t step forward, he could handle it on his own. But it didn’t, just because the master commanded it so.
Even if you kill the warrior chosen by the goddess, the situation will only get worse. What the being who gave strength to the master wants is the destruction of the world, and the purpose of the hero is to deal with that existence. In the end, whether the hero succeeds in his mission or fails along the way, there is no way for the master to survive.
I suggested tricking the warrior’s eyes with cloning magic, but even that was rejected. Even if you can fool the eyes of the hero, you can never fool the eyes of the being behind it. Okay. The real problem was not the hero, but the goddess. Despite the prayers of many orphans, including me, the goddess who did not strike a single thunderbolt on the head of the director who mercilessly punched and kicked the children whenever she was drunk wanted the hero to save her world. Losing one’s life is an unavoidable fate.
Master only told me about it, and at the same time he apologized to me and gave me an assignment.
Master ordered to spread the story that when he fell and the hero succeeded in saving the world, in fact, all of the master’s subordinates were being controlled physically and mentally by the strange power wielded by the master. Even if he dies, he will not harm the people he cares about. All the sins committed by him and those around him, the master intended to carry to his grave alone.
I hated the warrior who tried to kill such a good master as evil, but I couldn’t help but follow the master’s command. So, I accepted the mission given by my master.
“Soon the time will come. I will confront Violence head-on, weakening it to the point where the hero can fight and barely win. And after the hero defeats Violence, I will start preparing to meet him. And I will not know the villain. If that’s the case, it’s good to move silently from the back, but you should make a grand and flashy jump from the front.”
“That’s why you asked me to make such a magic this time.”
“Yes. I will do it very flashily and loudly. Let the warrior be determined and do his job. Because that’s my job. To you and the other guys… I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, master.”
Yesterday, all day yesterday, I received the owner’s affection, and I put a smile on my lips while sweeping my slightly swollen belly with my hand.
“Because I knew it, and I accepted the biggest gift.”
“…Yes?”
“Actually, the birth control pill you took yesterday… It’s fake, only it tastes the same.”
“Wait, what?”
“In addition, I took an ovulation inducer yesterday morning. Since I received seeds all day in that condition… I think it was successful with a high probability, right?”
“What the hell did you do… No matter how much everyone claims you’ve been brainwashed, if it’s revealed that you harbored my heir, everyone will target you. No matter how hard I tried to prevent you from putting yourself in such danger…!”
As expected, the owner is so kind and considerate. He himself is willing to risk his own life, but he can’t see the woman he’s holding in danger… If this kind of person isn’t nice, then who the hell is a good person?
“I prepared that level of determination right away. And… I don’t mind even if I’m in such a danger. I wanted to leave a trace that my master existed in this world no matter what. So don’t worry too much.”
So, master, please don’t cry. I was happy to meet you, Master, and I never want to forget you.
*
I left the misty mansion feeling my head pounding as things went tangled. No way anyone else could have thought that Mystrina would do such a dangerous thing.
I alone am enough to be hated and cursed by everyone. Because that’s what I do as a role, a villain. But even so, I couldn’t bear to put the people around me in danger. Even though it was a world where I stayed for a while, the time I spent with them was a clear reality. I wasn’t a person with enough responsibility and time to be responsible for raising a child, but I wasn’t an irresponsible person to the extent of letting a child of my blood grow up without a father.
…I don’t care if you kill me, but should I ask the hero before I die? However, no matter how kind the hero is, there is no guarantee that he will not remove the buds of danger that may explode at any time. There was a possibility that Mist Lina was indeed pregnant and asked not to harm her, but instead, Mist Lina became the target of her hero. Damn, this is going to explode your head.
When everything is done, I get a wish ticket. I’m thinking of making a lousy wish to the goddess Luminous ‘to help me live comfortably in another world with my precious people’, but that’s possible assuming that everyone is safe before making a wish. Even if the hero defeated me and got all the fragments, instead of going straight to the last target, the immortal dragon, if I dealt with all the people around me who were left behind to eliminate the threat in advance…
My dear, my head hurts. Maybe this is good
I wandered around the area, thinking, before I knew it, I arrived at the tower where Cigarette lived. Returning to the back of the tower, the hero was swinging his sword at the scarecrow just like yesterday. However, this time, it was not the ordinary sword he used yesterday, but the holy sword that he did not use except in dangerous situations, and he was striking the sword with the sacred power that he did not use often. Of course, today was so miserable that I couldn’t wait to see it, so I started with the same rush as yesterday, climbing over the fence enchanted with a modest enchantment.
“Oh, that’s not what you do.”
“…Is it you again? What are you here to say again?”
The hero glanced at me with tired eyes. I asked, looking at the sword in his hand instead of his eyes.
“Is it still that difficult to control the output of divine power?”
“…”
Now, the hero has strengthened his holy power by enclosing it in his body and weapon. However, the perfection was very disastrous. He puts too much effort into the parts that move the most, such as his arms and legs, while paying little attention to vital parts like his head, leaving him defenseless. Considering that reinforcement through divine power can be both offensive and defensive, it is safe to say that the warrior’s divine power enhancement is not functioning properly as armor, like the bikini armor worn by fantasy girls.
Bikini armor is only possible because there is a bizarre correction unique to the game, exposure = defense power, in reality, it is completely useless except for cosplay. And the strengthening of the warrior’s holy power is similar to that.
And the divine power wrapped around the sword is also a problem. If your weapon is a sharp sword, you need to focus on speed rather than power, taking advantage of the thin blade that is rather difficult to block, and focus on quickly stabbing the enemy’s weakness and falling out. However, this brave man had put divine power on his three swords like a heavy lance, so he couldn’t properly utilize the combat method that was most suitable for him. If you’re going to focus on power rather than speed, use a spear, not a sharp sword! No matter how specialized a sword is for piercing, it is much less powerful and far less powerful than a spear made only for piercing from the beginning!
Considering that the holy sword changes into a form that suits the user, the hero, it is true that this hero is specialized in stabbing attacks, but the hero himself has never learned proper swordsmanship… What’s the difference between putting on strange heavy armor with extremely low defense and tanking a character whose body is like a sheet of paper?
To think that I had to die for such a poor warrior who hadn’t even mastered his own proper way of fighting yet… There’s nothing I can’t understand why he reacted so violently when I first told Mystrina about my fate. It’s a story that makes no more sense than saying that a high-level rabbit, Gongdu, is completely defeated by a newbie who just started.
But what can I do, this is my destiny.
“Sacred power is not a special move that is used at the end or a trump card that should be refrained from using as much as possible. Just like magicians deal with magical power, you can use divine power, right?”
The hero couldn’t refute anything to my words. Originally, it would be a situation where you would have to ask, ‘What do you know about divine power?’
“Now, look. It’s like this.”
I couldn’t steal the holy sword and use it this time too, so I took out the stick I used to beat the blue guy before. In fact, the original purpose of this stick is not a club. I continued talking while extracting magic from the debris.
“It’s not a way to add strength, but adjust the power thinking that it covers the whole body lightly.”
Black magic envelops my body and the rod.
“Next, adjust it little by little as you need. For the legs, speed is more important than power and durability, so rather than combining strength, apply lightly and pull it back, and the upper body like this…”
“…”
The hero, who had been silently watching me, covered in black magic power and soon became a knight in black armor wielding a vicious spear, still with a face full of dissatisfaction, but soon began to follow my example. The dazzling light of divine power wrapped around his body, and the light became pure white armor.
“And your fighting style should focus more on speed than power. Do not inject too much power, but use it appropriately. Just injecting divine power is not enough. Power depends on how much and how you control and infuse it. There is a difference in durability, speed, etc.”
“How do you tell them apart? Is there any other way?”
“You’re already going to eat this raw? Of course you have to figure it out by bumping into it. One by one, you have to control and tune it yourself and find a way that suits you. Don’t blindly follow what others do.”
Anyone who sees them will know that they are not heroes and villains, but warriors and teachers. No, I’m definitely a villain, so why do I have to teach the hero?
This is all because of the inexperienced warrior. Anyway, it’s the warrior’s fault.
