Chapter 103 – The Saint Is Broken (3)
The tentacles violated me as if paying for the price of opening my pussy in a shameful position.
It was a million bucks.
If those tentacles were playing with Azazel, something must have been broken inside me.
The relief of being able to protect Azazel was short-lived, but the feeling of a foreign body ripping through my intestines tormented me.
Puff, poop.
A chunk of meat pushed through the narrow vagina.
The speed is quite fast.
Heat builds up inside the vagina due to friction.
The feeling of vomiting was intense.
Breathing quickened at the thickness and length of the tentacles protruding inside.
Even if it’s only because I’ve been hit a few times that I’ve developed a tolerance for it.
“Hey, that’s a weak, goot.”
Wriggling.
Tentacles that expand by squeezing the inside and sucking in the juices.
The pleasure that made my head rustle mercilessly pounded my body and mind.
“Haugh, hik, ugh.”
I didn’t want to moan.
But the tamed body easily betrayed my will.
I let out a groan spontaneously.
To make matters worse, the medicine was also in a state of dizziness.
However, as if this was not enough, the trained body longed for greater pleasure.
Jill tightened her tentacles, as if asking her to go deeper and more intensely.
Natural breeding behavior if female.
I was ashamed of my actions.
He hated himself for having succumbed to base pleasure.
He frowned and pursed his lips.
“Hiah, ang, keussom, hiah.”
Even if you covered your mouth with your hand, you couldn’t block out the sound.
So I looked for another way.
Awesome.
Will bite your tongue
No more useless moaning.
It was an act of trying to come to my senses from the pain.
“Ah, ugh, huh?”
However, such efforts were only in vain.
I let out a louder moan as if even the pain was converted into pleasure.
He hated me for struggling like a bitch.
“Huh, ah, angdae, inside, inside is scratched, mi, sensitive, yes, hee!”
Pleasure flooded.
I was the unlucky one to weather the raging waves with a single plank raft.
I resisted and endured the waves of pleasure.
Why do you hold on even though it’s easier to give up?
Because I had a miserable mission.
A miserable mission to bring Azazel to the climax.
While the tentacles were toying with her pussy, she looked between Azazel’s immaculate legs, that is, her crotch.
I could see red downy hair and a straight pussy that was tightly closed.
It was where I was supposed to caress.
She spread her cunt flesh with her hands, exposing her pink crotch.
Azazel’s feminine side was rather gentle and cute.
Before I could stick out my tongue and caress her cunt, her tentacles twitched.
“Huh, huh.”
At least, the movement was so intense that it was considered moderate.
Thrilling, vicious
Pleasant pleasure pricked her back as if her head was going dumb.
Can’t resist
Every time I get stabbed with pleasure, the raw scream leaks out.
“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee.”
Exhaling a heavy breath
With the tentacles ravaging her vagina, it was difficult to stay calm.
Even now, the bright red tentacles digging into the secret area were excessively enlarged.
Ronin calmly looked at me who was gasping for breath and said.
“Are you going to just watch like that, Arya?”
“Ha, I will. Baby, caress me, I’ll do it, cat.”
Lightning struck.
Gone again
I feel good, but it hurts.
The head bursts.
Like “Billion” Or “Kkeok.”
I only let out a gasping sound.
A creaking sound came from between the crotch.
And the lukewarm liquid passed down her thighs, soaking her knees, calves, and ankles.
The tentacles also stimulated the urethra, so he peed.
Gina giggled and sneered.
“It’s just like a bitch that you can’t even pee.”
I have no intention of responding.
Just blank
Itchy
My insides are itchy.
Scratch it
More.
More.
More.
No.
No!
She shook her head desperately.
If you lose your temper, who will save Azazel?
“Huh.”
This tentacle is the problem.
I wanted to get rid of the tentacles clinging to my pussy.
This makes me stupid
Makes me weird
I don’t know how far it will fall.
Will fall endlessly
You have to stop before that.
The moment you put your hand on the tip of the tentacle and try to pull it.
Suddenly, a not-so-good future was drawn.
After I pull out the tentacles?
I didn’t know what penalty Ronin would add.
I reflexively looked at Ronin.
He had a puzzled expression.
A face that seemed to tell me to do it wherever I wanted to.
It was dangerous.
Involuntarily, his hand, which was trying to grab the tip of the tentacle, stopped.
I pushed my head into Azazel’s crotch, resisting the desire to take it off right away.
Her genitals were only slightly scarred.
I licked her clitoris, a round piece of flesh hidden between the flesh of Azazel’s cunt.
Chuup, Chuup.
Cuckoo, cuddle.
A nasty tongue sucking Azazel’s cunt.
And the sound of the tentacles scraping mercilessly into my cunt mingled like a cacophony.
“… Frozen… Niheh.”
Azazel’s voice trembled.
Her call tore my heart apart.
I know.
How weird I am
Desperately licking Azazel’s cunt.
“Me, Hang, Ah, Zazel, Mi, An. Ugh, black”
It’s miserable.
If you try to hold out hope.
If you’re trying to get better
You always show up and destroy it without hesitation.
Am I a person who shouldn’t wish for happiness?
Should I just do what you tell me to do?
“Yes, uh, sister.”
I hear Azazel’s moans, whether it’s pain or pleasure.
Every time she twisted her body, a spike of guilt was driven into my chest.
I licked her clit desperately to forget the feeling.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, heeik.”
It wasn’t a smooth kiss.
Occasionally the tentacles would vibrate and stir my cunt into a mess.
Every time the tentacle stung, my mind and thoughts became foggy like a hazy mist.
I endured it though.
Because only I can save Azazel.
Even when her lower stomach throbbed, even when she let out an excited moan, she remembered her original purpose.
Azazel’s wounds must be healed.
My bad luck was paying off.
“Hey, this is weird. It hurts, but it feels good, Joa.”
A voice filled with pleasure began to emerge from Azazel’s lips.
It is a miserable hope.
And it was a misguided effort.
As the pain wore off, I increased my speed.
He sucked, bit, and licked her pink flesh.
I caressed the genitals of my brother whom I thought I was closer to than anyone else.
It’s terrible.
Worst of all, I
Azazel’s toes curl up.
Even the scarred body trembles.
Are you feeling it?
Am I doing well?
Little bit more.
Just a little more.
It was hope found in despair.
That feeling that she could heal her, that she could get out of this situation.
Sadly, that moment of hope.
Only then will despair come.
The tentacles that had been digging into my cunt just before had been pulled out by the root.
I couldn’t resist the waves of pleasure.
The heavy foreign body feeling disappeared, and even a strange sense of refreshment was felt.
“Ah, ah, hea, ah.”
With a hook, the feel of the tentacles that escaped the vagina made her legs loosen.
It was such a shocking pleasure that even my tongue stiffened while caressing Azazel.
In response, I stopped fondling her, and Azazel stopped right before climax.
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more!
I desperately turned my head.
“Heh, heh, heh, did you touch the seconds, tentacles, and things?”
Gina smiled at my words, and Ronin looked sad.
“Timeout.”
“… City… Liver excess?”
What timed out?
The question was soon resolved.
I could see where the tentacle in Ronin’s hand was headed.
It was Azazel.
My eyes twitched.
Cough came out.
Why?
I got up from my seat.
I stumbled several times in the process.
Still, I was able to stand still.
I grabbed his arm.
I screamed desperately with my tongue twisted in pleasure.
“Oh no! Azazel, really, give, give! Please use me, my, pussy…”
The ronin opened his mouth to say something.
I hoped he would give me a positive review.
My eyesight faltered.
Something black hit me.
Ah, this is Jina’s shadow.
I fell to the floor.
Would it be more appropriate to say stuck?
Seeing this, Azazel screamed.
It was the loudest cry I’ve ever heard from her.
“Aria, sister!”
I’m okay.
You’re more worried
I’m so scared that you’ll get hurt
What.
Strangely, no words came out.
Jureuk.
I could feel the liquid on my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks, and my chin.
It’s pretty sticky.
Oh, I see.
It’s a bad shot and blood flows through the head.
My vision is torn into a thousand or ten thousand.
Consciousness is clouded.
I think it would be comfortable if I fainted.
‘Cause now I’m so tired
No.
What about Azazel if I lose consciousness?
What will her trash do to her?
I desperately tried to open her eyes, but it was force majeure.
Eyelids that are heavier than steel bars narrow the field of vision.
Blurred vision.
Lost accident.
The last thing I heard in the process was Azazel crying.
“Sister, sister, sister!”
“Now, please stay still. Will you get sick if you don’t? It must be painful anyway.”
Azazel resisted, but her resistance was fleeting, like the flapping of a butterfly’s wings caught in her web.
I blankly watched it.
I had no choice but to watch.
“I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!”
Tentacles expanding in size in my vagina.
The tentacles seemed too big for Azazel to accept.
Her narrow vagina would not be able to handle it.
In fact, even now, the tentacle made a grotesque move trying to enter Azazel’s narrow gap.
I reached out.
Stop it
Ain.
Please save me
I’m okay.
But Azazel did nothing wrong.
Why should she suffer from her
“Stop… Year.”
Did my voice reach you?
Ronin briefly turns her head to look at me.
It wasn’t empty eyes, but eyes filled with anticipation.
It’s as if what’s going to happen in the future is exciting and I can’t stand it.
“How will your friend cry?”
Pudeuk.
Kwap.
Azazel shouted.
No, that’s not shouting.
It was crying
Whimper
She cries
I’m just watching it.
Something was burning inside.
It was burning hot, hot.
Don’t do it.
Before long, the tentacles squeezed into Azazel’s precious place.
Bright red blood flowed down the sides of the thick tentacles.
The sight made my hair turn white.
“Haugh, uhh, uhuh.”
Azazel’s appearance.
It’s like seeing the old me.
I.
I can’t forgive, please don’t break Azazel. Please stop Ronin, I’m scared, I’m not in a good mood, I’m scared, scared…
Consciousness was interrupted.
