Chapter 141 – The Saint Who Distresses the Teaching Assistant (3)
Episode 141: The Saint Who Hustles His Trainee (3)
“… Aang♡”
The inner structure of the castle is made like a complex labyrinth.
At the end of the hallway, where the attendants move without a sign, a faint voice leaks out.
The sound of the hem of the clothes hitting and moving was unusually audible.
“The pampering has gotten worse lately.”
“Ha, ugh… ♡”
Lesilia was being headbutted from behind with her head hanging.
When the bottom of her voluptuous ass jiggled slightly, she sighed.
Ikarut swallowed her saliva and bent down slowly.
The blush deepened as the warm breath hit his ear.
“Master… ‘S cock is good… ♡”
He took a deep breath and spoke softly. The voice was strange.
With a thump, the cock that had entered horizontally moved upward with a twist.
“Haaang♡♡”
“The saintess who wants to be trained outdoors is really lascivious.”
“Again… I don’t want to climax… Haha… ,”
Lesilia’s waist bent a little and her hips trembled, but Ika Root didn’t mind and hit her once more.
There was a cool, wet sound as the flesh of her pussy clenched tightly.
It was still the chewy pussy of a saint.
‘I wanted to do it outdoors a few days ago.’
In particular, they wanted passionate mating sex in an outdoor garden that was good for a night walk.
At first, she thought she wanted an outdoor training assistant who tasted in a garden where no one else could enter, because she didn’t want to be seen by guards or patrols.
‘I don’t think there’s much information to kill the hero, so I’ll help you for a few more days.’
‘… That’s why I must stay here.’
‘Oh, if I stay by the Demon King’s side, wouldn’t it be clear to convey the information? Isn’t that right, saintess?’
The day the gate recovery was completed.
Michaela, who was enjoying tea time, secretly said that she would stay for a few more days.
Although Ikarut was dumbfounded by her imposing demeanor.
With the help of her Order, she has a limit to track down the hero who hides herself thoroughly, so she decides to enlist Michaela’s help more.
Of course, Gabriel’s nagging bombs followed.
However, the other person was the first apostle and the archangel who was commissioned by the goddess. Despite being furious at her apparent abuse of honor, Gabriel followed her orders.
Michaela decided to stay in her demon castle for three more days.
‘Since then, it seems that outdoor sex has begun.’
She was a saint who was ashamed of cleaning her cock, which she sometimes did outdoors.
After discovering Michaela’s meaningful smile, Lesilia acted quite recklessly.
“Haha… ♡ Master’s cock… In the renewal… ♡”
Pod, pod pod pod
Lesilia placed her hand on her hips at the speed and depth of her rhythmic movements.
Thump thump! The chewy walls of her uterus that touched her stomach trembled several times as if they were at their peak.
The size of her cock was also greatly swollen.
“Master… I can’t get dirty here, so is it okay if I take the cum in her mouth…? … ?”
Lesilia pushed her pubis into her ass without hesitation.
The power of her glans to pierce her cervix was incredible.
Her entire body trembled, and a look of excitement was evident on her side of Lesilia’s face.
Ikarut silently withdrew his cock shaft.
“The master’s cum directly… I’ll take it out♡”
The cock that came out with a pong stood dignifiedly.
Lesilia, who turns her back, strikes her eye smile, and she kisses the blunt tip.
She then grabs her voluptuous breasts herself, sandwiching her poles into her bosom.
Swish, Swish, Swish… ♡
A solid column through which pre-cum flows. It is wrapped in soft and soft breast meat and casts breastfeeding.
The cock that was about to swell was covered with pre-cum.
Her breasts swelled up quickly.
“Cold… Tsueup… ,”
He sticks out his tiny tongue and gently licks the glans.
Soon, his eyes looking up bent, and he bit off half of her glans without pain.
Breasts being touched vigorously.
Bureus!
The stream of semen that protrudes vigorously flows down from the center of the face.
Not only her face, but also her collarbones and breasts were splashed with white turbid liquid.
Lesilia licks her lips as if to quench her thirst.
“Thank you for sparing my precious semen… ♡”
A holy woman who cleans the cock neatly.
He pushed it against one side of her cheek and licked it off with her tongue.
Even with the fishy and salty taste of semen, he even smiles as if he is happy.
Even in an unpopulated hallway, it was an outdoor venue.
After finishing cleaning her cock, Lesilia just then stood up sloppily, covering her swollen nipples with her hands.
It looked like a meerkat roaming around her.
“It’s time for tea time soon.”
Tidying up her clothesline, Ikarut stares out the small window across her hallway.
It overlooked the middle of the garden. The figure of the archangel heading towards the tea table appeared in the distance.
Lesilia puts on her one-piece dress and keeps an eye on her.
Her big eyeballs keep going back and forth and she rolls over.
Ikarut, who had turned her back and waited for her to get dressed, crossed her arms.
“If you have something to say, say it now.”
“… ! Oh, I…”
Lesilia’s gaze staggers and turns to look beyond her window.
An archangel sitting alone. Michaela was licking her lips, humming an inexplicable smile.
Lesilia looks down at her as if she is lost in her thoughts, then she sneaks up on Ika Root.
“Master… Are you sure you want to kill the hero?”
“Didn’t you tell me? Kill the hero, and the human world will perish.”
“Does the human world really need to kill the hero to be destroyed?”
Lesilia took a step closer.
She seemed urgent for some reason.
“As Michaela-sama said, the hero is causing trouble… But he doesn’t have to be killed.”
As if the crayfish were on the side of the crab, the saintess naturally begged for the hero’s life.
She offered to surrender, and she quickly sided with me.
The saintess who actively helped her find the runaway hero changed her attitude before she knew it.
“If you are the master, you will surely be able to appease the hero.”
Is it because of the feelings of a saintess who cherishes her life?
Or, is she stopping it because she has a real ulterior motive?
Ikarut calmly thought about trying to figure out the intentions of her saintess.
As her silence lengthened, Lesilia hurriedly opened her mouth.
“If the hero dies… !”
At that moment, Lesilia’s body staggered.
Ikarut supported her rapidly collapsing body with one arm.
Lesilia gasped for breath as she clung to his arms.
“Are you overdoing her body?”
“Ah… No… It’s not…”
“… You’d better get some rest.”
“Yeah, I’m fine… I want to be by your side…”
Beads of sweat pooling on your forehead.
Despite her pale blue complexion, the saintess struggled with her hands as if she was okay.
“If the hero disappears now… Oops, ha…”
In the middle of her speech, Lesilia stopped her.
And he even strokes the nape of her neck as if she is having trouble breathing.
‘You look tired.’
Because of the saintess who kept teasing her assistant, she had sex without stopping for several days.
Although it was good for her demons to periodically release her sexual desire, it was difficult for the female body to accept it.
Ikarut grabbed his face and looked closely at his favorite dog’s face.
“Yes, Master… ?!”
“Stay still.”
A saintess whose face turns bright red like a tomato about to explode.
Even if it felt cute, first of all, checking the body condition of the favorite character was the priority.
Her skin texture was slightly rough.
If you look closely, there are some shadows around her eyes.
She turned here and there, checking the color on her face before letting go of her hand.
“Go to my room and rest. This is an order.”
“But… She has to make tea for tea time… ㅅ, you have to listen…”
“I said it was an order.”
Lesilia’s expression became strangely bewildered.
She drops her gaze and wiggles her fingers.
She peeks over the window, moves her eyes, then presses her lips again as she looks at the ika root.
“… All right.”
The saintess droops her shoulders.
Her sullen expression was palpable.
She immediately shifts her gaze to Lesilia, who shows the crown of her head.
She only shares her tea time for the purpose of exchanging information.
Outside of that time, she had no reason to meet Michaela privately.
After watching her in silence, the saintess raised her head.
Then she looks out at the outdoor garden and lowers her face again.
She looked a little nervous and dissatisfied.
“Are you jealous of that archangel?”
Unbeknownst to me, my thoughts came out into words.
Words can never be picked up. Ikarut, who inadvertently slipped his tongue, closed his lips.
“… Ah.”
Lesilia’s short sigh contained countless emotions.
Before long, her bowed head lifted.
Her hair, hidden like a curtain, was pulled back, revealing her face redder than before.
The saintly feelings she had harbored for her archangel for several days were easily exposed.
***
“Oh, can’t you see the saintess today?”
Her tight eyelids lifted up.
Despite the archangel’s curious eyes, Ikarut quietly drank the tea.
“You hate sweets?”
Mikaela’s teacup with a mountain of sugar cubes.
As Ika Root’s eyebrows fluttered once while drinking milk tea, his hand, which had been stirring with a teaspoon, suddenly stopped.
“So, did you say that the clothes and accessories that the hero was wearing add to his spiritual power?”
“It seemed to increase the divine power originally possessed in her body. Where did you get the hard-to-find holy relic?
And while Gabriel was infiltrating the castle, she was forcibly summoned.”
Michaela was putting her sugar cubes on top of her sweet milk tea and was melting them.
“It’s because of the holy things that affect the Elyos. The building itself is a sacred object, so you can only wait outside.”
“It’s impossible to infiltrate at all.”
“Yes, so I don’t know what’s going on inside.”
The ornaments and clothes made of sacred objects must have been helped by the Charrata Street.
Albiag Imperial Library. The last time I played the hero, it was the location of the Holy Sword quest.
‘For something that came out randomly, it was quite difficult.’
Retired several times and ended up breaking the quest after suffering.
Remembering that time, Ikarut drank tea.
Michaela continued as she sipped the milk tea thickened with sugar cubes.
“I found traces of a short visit to the temple where I fought with the demon king. The more I hunt down the hero, the more I don’t understand his purpose.”
Ikarut nodded, silently affirming, and put down the teacup.
Ikarut, who had been watching the still, cloudy tea, slowly raised his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
A shadow fell over Ikarut’s face.
Lightly, feathers brushing against your cheeks.
The six spread wings were huge enough to cover the entire body.
Angel wings cover the seated Ikarut, blocking both sides.
“Since the saintess is not here, I also want to have fun♡”
Michaela crawled on all fours to the tea table.
The archangel grinned as she tucked her hair behind one of her ears.
For some reason, she was sly enough to remind me of Inma.
