Chapter 48 – With the Saint (1)
Episode 48: With the Saint (1)
Three days have passed.
The day after meeting the hero. Rumors spread.
Hope of the human world. A new hero, the owner of the holy sword, has appeared.
‘He hid well like a rat.’
The warrior who received the oracle was the only one who could confront the demon king.
The conquered humans had vain hopes and praised the hero.
The church also sent a pledge to catch the hero.
It will stick to the back of the Bonama or the Hero and thread the rebellion.
‘It’s bothering.’
Ikarut let out a light sigh and leaned back on the sofa.
How long should I stay in the game world?
There is only one reason why Ikarut is obsessed with the ending.
I wanted to go back to my normal daily life.
Memories of a past life that are now blurred.
He touches his temple and looks away.
Saint Lesilia lying on a wide bed.
After pouring out tremendous holy power, the saintess slept as if she were dead.
‘The saintess is a traitor…’
At the same time as the rumors of the hero appeared, the rumors of the saintess also spread far and wide.
The saintess betrayed the human world.
It was an absurd rumor. Although Lesilia became a little strange, her heart and sacrificial attitude for others remained the same.
‘A large-scale patch ruined the characters.’
Ikarut, who knew the original scenario, was in a state of confusion.
Notice not properly written.
When I met the game operation team and the development team, I wanted to grab them by the collar and ask them.
‘I want to return the hero and saint I know.’
The saintess had a strange castle. The warrior turned black.
Since I had a special affection for games, it was unfamiliar to me to see the main characters’ changes.
Smart
“Come in.”
Today, I entered the bedroom, not the office.
Mamon tucked a thick stack of papers under his side and bowed respectfully.
Seeing the saintess sleeping peacefully, her eyebrows twisted.
Return to the original expression.
“I will report you. The position of the Holy Sword that Ikarut-sama expected. We have deployed demon dukes in each of five areas.”
I searched through the memories of playing games as a warrior character.
Following the main scenario quest, the location of the holy sword appeared randomly.
Among them, I remembered the location that popped up the most.
In the forest of the elves.
Basement of the tower.
The streets of Charata.
Albiag Library.
Temple of Gaia.
There were unconditionally holy swords in all five points.
High-ranking demons were stationed in advance. Go around each point, check if there is a holy sword, then break it first.
‘If you run into the expedition…’
Ikarut’s eyes widened.
As thick flesh leaked out, Mamon, choking on breath, cleared his throat.
Big, life was kicked out in an instant.
“Ikarut. Are you going to take the saintess too?”
Mamon glanced at the saintess.
Although it helps to detect the warrior’s energy. I couldn’t find the holy sword.
He’s a weak human, and he can’t even fight. Treatment using holy power was toxic to the demons and was a nuisance to protect.
“I have no intention of taking him.”
“… Yes, I understand.”
Mamon was relieved inwardly.
The Demon King was strangely lenient, limited to saints. He was closely watching to see if the saintess would cleverly use her. I was thinking of killing myself with my own hands if I cooperated with the work that shakes the demon realm.
“I was actually worried because she was taking care of her saintess.”
“…”
“The saintess is said to have betrayed the human world, but we still have to be careful.”
He knew well what Mamon was worried about.
Ikarut also nodded his head silently because the safety of the demon world was also important.
Only then did Mamon’s face brighten a little.
“Then do you intend to go there yourself?”
“Yes, because the only weapon that can break the holy sword is the magic sword.”
“It’s a rather cumbersome sword.”
“That’s why they say that the only adversary of a hero is the Demon King.”
Holy Sword and Magic Sword
Warriors and demons.
It was a fun and bizarre relationship. And the saintess, who was supposed to be on the side of the hero, joined the devil. The hero opposes the saintess and the demon king.
“… It’s so much fun.”
Ikarut tapped his toes.
Are there different events and scenarios prepared for large-scale patches?
The conclusion reached after deep thought was very interesting.
After all, a game is a game. The scenario set in the game has not changed.
Ikarut intends to meet the ending again.
A slightly different normal ending.
“I’ll just go in.”
Mamon bows politely.
Before I knew it, my expression became a little rotten.
No matter what he saw, a troublesome and annoyed expression overflowed.
Even the footsteps of the return were taken fiercely.
‘… You’re awake.’
Ikarut crossed his arms.
He gives a blunt glance at Lesilia lying on the bed.
Her eyes are closed, but her eyelids tremble thinly. She was pretending to sleep.
‘I must have heard.’
Ikarut got up on the sofa and sat on the edge of the bed.
The corners are dented. Lesilia’s fingertips trembled.
And she ripped off the futon. A thin blanket lying on the floor.
The saintess lay with her hands together near her navel.
Wearing a white negligee, I felt more elegant and innocent.
A new leash was fastened to the nape of her slender neck.
A magic tool that binds the holy power. It boasts a stronger binding force than before.
Ika Root touches his neck strap with his thumb, then goes up and touches his lips.
“Coo…”
Blushing blush. The sound of deliberate breathing is clearly audible.
When I pressed it to the center of my lips, a hot breath burst out once.
“Wake up.”
“… Coo…”
Basrak, pretending not to know, even tossing and turning.
You’re pampering again. Ikarut tucked his hair behind his ear and touched his cheek again. A hot flower gradually blooms red on her soft cheeks.
“Lesilia.”
“Hmm…”
“You’re a saint who wants a lot.”
“… Coul…”
Ikarut rode on top of a woman pretending to sleep.
His knee was sandwiched between his legs, and his arm was tucked behind her neck to lift her face.
Their breaths collided, and Lesilia’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
I got a glimpse of what she wanted from the shape of her slightly pursed lips.
When Ikarut’s lips met, her hot tongue greeted him.
“Chew… Chun… Chun… Ha…”
Awakening from her slumber, Lesilia puts her arms around her neck and responds with a rough kiss.
She was a cunning saint.
With only her lips open, she twists like a pretzel, her tongue protruding. Her saliva and saliva formed a solid line.
Ikarut’s hand squeezed her breast. At the touch of her beat, the saintess let out her groan.
Soon, as if acting cute, he bit Ikarut’s tongue lightly.
“Chuu-up, I’m sorry… Ha… Master…”
“Since when have you been awake?”
“Ever since Mamon-sama came in… Yo. This…”
When I stroked her nipples, Lesilia’s eyes widened and she laughed.
Gently turning her erect nipples, he rubbed her voluptuous breasts as if massaging them.
“Ha… Master… The kiss is too soft… I want to kiss you every day… Yes… !”
Lesilia’s waist twitched and she hugged him tightly. The arm around his neck buried Ikarut’s face between his collarbone and breast. As if intoxicated by the smell of her sweet flesh, he raised his fangs and bit them.
“Huh… !!”
Lesilia was startled and arched her back. Her knees rub against her vagina as her hips lifts.
When she lifted her knees slightly, her panties were already damp.
“He squirts pussy juice even while sleeping.”
“Thanks to the kiss she received after a long time, it flowed out of nowhere… Sorry…”
Lesilia gently rolled up her panties with her hand.
As she puts away the wet scraps of her cloth, the pink clam meat flares with excitement.
Her clitoris poked out between the quivering secrets. Ikarut put saliva on his thumb.
Eventually, he brought it to the clitoris and pressed it in a circular motion.
“Ha… Uh… Master… Haha…”
“I think it’s getting more and more cunning. Is it okay for you to keep showing such an obscene appearance in front of me?”
“Only for the master…That… Haang!”
Tsueup… Tsueup…
He pressed it hard like pressing a button. The pussy pulsates as if it feels good.
The sweet juice flowed.
The entire pubic area is shiny and looks bizarre.
Impatient, Ikarut rubbed his crotch up and down with the palm of his hand, opening his mouth.
Lesilia stuck out her tongue and prepared to kiss her silently. Their lips met again.
“Chuup, chureup, chug. Chuhaap, Chug.”
An obnoxious sound tangles.
The vagina, excited by the kiss that becomes more intense, squirts blood and blood.
Love juice pouring into the palm of your hand. Ikarut shakes his hand once and puts a finger to his mouth.
Lesilia held her chin up and rubbed it gently with her tongue.
“Ha… Chuuup… Master… Cock… Shall I clean… ?Chung…”
Ikarut relaxed. Her saintess seemed excited at the thought of cleaning her cock after a long time.
At that moment, her wrist is grabbed and he falls in front of her. Her body leaned, and she lay face down at Ikarut’s feet.
Thanks to the soft bed mat, Lesilia didn’t get sick. She tries to stand up quickly, but sees the cock pole sticking out. At Lesilia’s bedside, Ikarut’s cock stood tall.
“Master… ?”
“Sun.”
The shaft of her cock lightly touches the bridge of her nose and rubs against the bridge of her dainty nose.
A little of her pre-cum came out, and her Lesilia’s face relaxed a little.
I stick out my tongue as far as I can and widen her nostrils, sniffing.
“Huh… Whoa…Master… Master’s cock…”
A deep male scent that I haven’t felt in a long time.
I was happy to be able to taste my master’s male cock in a different way.
Lesilia, unbeknownst to her, had her thighs wide open in all directions. The immaculate pussy flinched.
“… !! Hehe… Now wait… ! Alas!”
A huge shadow casts over her body.
Ikarut squeezed her cunt flesh with both of her thumbs. She rests her tongue over her quivering clitoris. Lesilia’s hips trembled as soon as she licked it straight.
He anchored Lesilia’s movements with his own weight. Focus on pussy licking again.
“Huh… Ha… Master, it’s more, dirty… Ah… I’m sorry!”
“Chung, Churup… It’s cold, it’s cold…”
“Oh, no… In the master’s mouth, vulgar pussy juice enters… Noodle… Haang!”
“Sweet.”
“That, such an embarrassing word… ! Ugh!”
Ikarut, who was sucking her pussy, lifted her waist.
The dignified erection of the prick slowly entered the mouth along the soft tongue.
Lesilia didn’t set her teeth, but stuck her tongue out as far as it could.
“… Heck!”
Ikarut directed his cock with his ridge.
As she repeatedly went in and out of her mouth, Lesilia’s skillful mouthing cunt pricked her throat and the inside of her cheeks.
His thumb also vigorously rubbed against her clitoris, her erect tongue thrusting into her cunt hole.
“Heuk, keuhuk, haat, breath, haeup.”
Lesilia tried to breathe through her nose somehow.
Ikarut’s eyes widen as his cock shaft grows.
Tsu-eup, Tsu-eup. She felt Lesilia’s cunt in her mouth, and he also tasted her cunt.
A bittersweet taste lingered on the tip of her tongue. Lesilia is also excited by her excited waist and squirts her juices.
“Huh, ha… Hot… Ugh…”
When I squeeze and pull her cock, her semen spurts out. White turbid liquid dripped between Lesilia’s breastbones and at the corners of her mouth.
“Cleaning the master’s cock…Thank you…”
Ikarut turned around and sat down next to him.
The saintess knelt down in front of her, ran her semen through her hands, and put it in her mouth.
I put a small amount of semen in her mouth, mumbled it, and swallowed it with a gulp.
Ikarut stroked the top of his head to mean well done.
A friendly hand as usual.
As if in a good mood, Lesilia smiled lightly.
But her eyes roll to the side of her.
“Looks like you have something to say.”
“… ! Oh… Uhm…Master…”
He opened her mouth once, then shut her mouth again.
She lowered her eyes as if thinking about something. Soon she opened her thick lips.
“Is it okay if I go with you too… ?”
“… You mean the holy sword search?”
Lesilia silently nodded her head.
