Chapter 192 – Side Story – Later Story (Azazel)
I will tell you in advance.
I don’t know what intercourse is.
It is not that the act itself is ignorant.
There are things I heard from Aria unnie, and there are things I saw in books.
I can proudly say that I know as much as I know… It’s not the kind of knowledge I’m proud of, but I’m not saying I don’t know at all.
However, the presence or absence of ‘experience’ is important.
No matter how fast you are in theory, practice is different.
Isn’t that the case with magic right now?
Even if you memorize the theory for a hundred days, it is useless knowledge if you cannot use the theory in practice.
‘Sex and sexual intercourse would be the same.’
You may make mistakes unintentionally.
I didn’t want to remain a woman who gave her man that experience.
Isn’t it the best picture to be satisfied with each other?
I raise my head.
An opponent with blond hair and golden eyes shining brightly.
Unfortunately, the appearance is outstanding.
As much as he is such a man, there must have been many women who expressed their crush on him.
“… Are you really okay with me?”
If you look at it objectively, you have a bad personality, you have a poor body, and you have a lot of assets…
Come to think of it, I had some assets.
Still, it doesn’t seem like there will be a material shortage of people who can be saints of the church.
As he continued his masochistic thoughts, he kissed her instead of answering.
I didn’t resist anything, and I mixed my tongues obediently according to his will…
“Ah!”
Pushed him away
A stinging pain ran through his lips.
Makarov had bitten my lower lip.
“What are you doing!”
“I wonder if I’ll be angry at you, looking at you as weak as chaff.”
He grinned.
It felt like being hit with a hammer.
The fact that I was rejected once must have remained a fairly big trauma.
Thanks to that, I feel a little better.
“… Take off your clothes, you motherfucker.”
“I didn’t mean to curse at you.”
He grumbled, but he was an opponent who did what he had to do.
A solid body for a clergyman revealed himself.
It wasn’t as good as Einstein’s, but it still had clear muscles.
As I inadvertently said “Heh” And opened my mouth, Makarov gave me a coy look.
“Isn’t Azazel taking off?”
“You say honorifics again.”
“Don’t you like it?”
“… I like you.”
“Fortunately, the. So when do you show Azazel?”
“What, what? Eh, this is translucent, so you can see it anyway!”
His eyes were serious.
“Isn’t that against fairness?”
“… Ughhhhh.”
There was no error in the logic, so I took off my negligee.
She made a noise and showed Makarov her naked body without a single piece of underwear on.
To be honest, I am ashamed of myself.
It’s not a proud body, it’s a body no different from a child’s.
My face must have turned very red.
So he raised his voice with a feeling of desperation.
“Come on, take it off! That’s it!”
“It’s just the beginning, but what will happen?”
“To?”
His big grip grabs my wrist.
In a way, it was an attitude close to bondage.
I opened my eyes and looked at him.
It wasn’t that I reacted this way because I felt threatened by his actions.
But.
Now it takes the words to begin.
Isn’t it a reaction that you know well?
“M-Does Makarov have experience?”
It was Makarov who frowned as if asking why the story was being brought up here, but it was important to me.
That Makarov had an opponent.
That’s something ugly
I’m your first
“… This is my first experience.”
It’s Makarov, avoiding his gaze and speaking as if he’s embarrassed.
I think there are times when that poker face breaks.
Wait for a sec.
The fact that Makarov is also the first means that I am the first opponent.
I was angry, and goose bumps ran down my spine.
First.
I?
Makarov’s first?
Hi-Hi.
A heartless laugh erupted from within.
This is what it feels like to be lifted up.
“Huh, is that so?”
It was not expressed outwardly.
At least I thought so.
Makarov frowned.
“So Miss Azazel is experienced?”
My heart skipped a beat when that question came up.
I was angry at the same time.
If I had a lot of experience, at least I wouldn’t have been so nervous every time I saw you.
“I know who, who is a slut! It’s my first time too!”
“Why are you angry? You ask the same question yourself.”
Only then did I realize
That Makarov was offended by my question.
My heart, which had been fluttering until just now, plummeted downward.
“… Are you mad?”
He stared at me without speaking.
Come to think of it, it was a rude question.
The question of asking a priest, especially a saint, if you have experience.
Aren’t you too stupid to be stupid?
Regrets came later.
Why did you ask such a thoughtless question?
“Mi, I’m sorry. I, I, that, that’s not what I meant…”
I forgot to say
He lowered his head.
Why?
Something bitter
I was trying to do well on my own.
I feel like this happened again.
Hunger has risen
I was about to shed tears.
As I desperately tried to hold back my tears, I heard laughter.
When I raised my head, I saw the face of the guy with a grin, as if he was angry.
“What are you floating around like that? Cute Because it tastes like teasing.”
Oh
Were you kidding me?
“Hey, you, you, you, you, you! Sa, is it fun to tease people?
The fact that I was being teased raised a fever.
What’s fun about setting the mood and bullying people like that!
No fun at all!
“I like the proud Azazel-san, but I like Azazel-san even better.”
“You are not a saint! You shady bastard!”
“Right now, I’d rather be a shady makarov than a saint.”
They argued for a while.
After arguing like that, we looked at each other to set the mood again.
“Put.”
“Big.”
Somehow I burst into laughter.
Who would have known.
That I would come to this relationship with this man.
After looking at my chest, I asked in a more relaxed tone than before.
“Are you fed up with a body like this?”
“You look at the person rather than the body.”
“Hey, are you saying something like a person engaged in a true religion? So you’re saying you’re ugly or not?”
“Would you like to see it?”
I saw his groin.
Uh.
Well.
The thought stopped for a moment.
I’ve heard many explanations, but this is the first time I’ve seen it in person.
Makarov narrowed his eyes as I stood in a daze of shock.
“Miss Azazel? Miss Azazel?”
He waved his hand in front of his eyes.
I finally found my mind
“Uh? Uh? Whoa, is it really that big?”
“I don’t know because I never see another man’s genitals.”
Your wise words.
Rather, it would be more strange to see it.
But, isn’t that too big?
“Now, wait a minute.”
I stretched out my thumb and middle finger and measured the length of my penis as a rule of thumb.
… Half a finger is left.
If I had to ask which one, it would be the sex or the genitals.
I reflexively checked my belly.
The length, that, can you fit?
It was a size and length comparable to that of Einstein’s penis, as Aria explained.
They say that some women can’t accept it.
To begin with, I’m shorter than most women in terms of height and build.
Is it possible?
That?
Sincerely?
Aria unnie used to say, ‘It goes in surprisingly well.’ But isn’t she sick?
“It’s embarrassing to look at you like that.”
“OMG.”
It was a reflex action.
Reaching out and touching it.
Hot.
And it’s gross
It is like a towering spire of flesh.
It is strange that the veins stand out and wriggle on the surface.
At first glance, it looks like a snake or an eel.
This is it, how do you get in there?
Isn’t it tearing?
A weak moan flowed from Makarov’s side.
“… Don’t hold on too hard, it hurts.”
“Ah oh! Mi-sorry!”
As he said, he must have held it quite tightly, leaving handprints on his pole.
It was something I did without even realizing it because I was nervous.
“Are you that surprised?”
“…”
I was speechless.
How can I not be surprised when I wear something like disgusting seafood on my body?
“I don’t know how to do it, though. Are you teaching me, Azazel?”
“I-I don’t even know!”
It’s a lie.
Only the theory is fast.
But I don’t have the courage to do it.
It’s scary to put something like that on your own.
“If we don’t know each other, shall we stop here?”
Are you a man
You want to stop here?
Are you a eunuch?
He lowered his gaze down for a moment and shook his head.
It’s not a goon.
His face was full of mischievous mischief.
“Ah, what is it? Are you kidding again?”
“I’m serious this time.”
Makarov’s hand touched my cheek.
It was a big, warm, reassuring touch.
“Because if I fall into it properly, I don’t think I will be able to control myself.”
Is it okay for a saint to joke around like this?
I stared at him again, thinking it was a joke.
Weirdly, the eyes are scary.
I guess it’s sincere
“… Hit drama.”
He inadvertently hiccuped and moved his body backwards, and he chuckled.
“So what should I do?”
“I, first of all, shouldn’t it be caressing first? I heard that soaking is better.”
“Where are you talking about?”
His repeated questions baffled me.
“He, he, here.”
He pointed his finger at his groin.
This is pretty embarrassing.
His hands gripped the back of my thighs and buried his face in my groin.
I was taken aback by the sudden action.
“What, what are you doing!”
“You’re trying to caress me like you said, aren’t you?”
Every time he spoke, I felt his breath in his groin and gave me goosebumps.
“Bo, you usually do it slowly, from the top down!”
“I don’t know if it’s normal. Besides, isn’t that the one Azazel pointed to first?”
Two of Makarov’s thumbs widened my vagina.
It’s a place that moves on someone else’s finger, not my finger.
The feeling was very strange.
His warm, wet tongue licked the clitoris and vaginal opening.
My back straightened at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Hey, hey! Ha, are you licking it?”
“I heard you need to wet it.”
Is that so?
Still, since such a big thing has to come in, the more lubricant, the better.
We were clumsy
Because it’s the first time
So it came with a different stimulus.
Makarov eagerly licked my crotch.
I felt a sense of pleasure that was different from the usual masturbation.
It’s feeble, weak, but that’s why it’s itching in the lower leg.
A small amount of liquid dripped from his swollen vagina.
“Sorry for being clumsy.”
Do I even need to apologize?
It’s my first time too.
“Gwa, it’s okay! We can get to know each other from now on!”
Yes.
What if you don’t know, what if you’re clumsy.
The process of getting to know each other will also be fun with Makarov.
“Then let’s put it in soon.”
“Uh, can’t we do that after letting Joe loose some more?”
“I can’t stand it, Azazel.”
Cancel what you just said.
I don’t think this will be fun.
