Chapter 27 – This Is Yasu…(3)
It took me several more strokes of Blue’s mouth until my balls were empty of semen, and then I was able to take her outside.
Parangi said that my semen seemed to be addictive, which satisfied the man’s sexual fantasy, but in my opinion, it was her mouth, not my semen, that was addictive.
Since my items are so large, there was no one who could put them in her mouth, but she couldn’t swallow all of mine with her small mouth, so she even sucked them happily as if they were delicious. Seeing that, I was relieved of all the anger that had accumulated over the years. With a mouth like this, I guess it was well worth the investment.
After Parangi, like the other beastmen, carved the slave mark on the nape of his neck and womb, I happily returned to the carriage. Slave inscriptions in this world are generally rather plain patterns, but powerful nobles can engrave slave inscriptions made after patterns that symbolize their family in the sense that they belong to them.
The slave engraving that I made by transforming the pattern of the Armageddon family is plain on the outside, but it is designed to give off an obscene atmosphere when engraved in a few specific parts. Looking at the lewd tattoos on Blue’s neck and womb, I was able to confirm once again that she definitely belonged to me.
Yellow, green, and blue. Now it’s only half. All that’s left is the orange, the red, and the black.
The black man’s strategy is simple. This type can happen whenever there is someone they need to protect, but on the contrary, the moment they fail to protect what they need to protect, they collapse infinitely weakly. All you have to do is train the other two and that’s it.
Then, which one to train first, Orange or Red? That’s the problem… I decided with a bite of an apple.
“…It’s also red.”
This is not because I chose red because an apple with a desirable red color was on the menu for breakfast.
She’s mentally weak, so it’s easy to attack, but surprisingly, it’s a troublesome type to deal with. You can always keep your head down when you are at a disadvantage, but when the situation improves, it is not as easy as it seems to be the type of person who harbors nonsense. It’s kind of like a trap card.
If you train them carefully, they will definitely aim for the tongsukak later. It would be great if the warriors used it to attack me, but the probability of that happening is small. If I’m going to betray, I’ll stick to the side that seems more likely to defeat me.
Whether it was Violence, the queen of the Kingdom of Elheim, or Violence, the tyrant with a strong desire for dominance, or Violence, the owner of the fragments of chaos.
No matter how much you can think of going under the enemy who slaughtered your own people, there are selfish people who know nothing but themselves who will sell their own people, if they can preserve their lives even if they die in front of their eyes. To be.
And when she goes under Violence, it becomes a headache for nothing. If I figured out my schedule and let Violence know when I was away defenseless, and that damned tyrant invaded my territory, it would be very troublesome.
As long as I made some sacrifices, destroying Violence would be no big deal.
Of course I don’t mean to.
Either way, it’s not my job to defeat her.
My role is the villain. It’s a garbage villain with no way to save it. What I have to do is not to defeat another villain, but to fall at the hands of the protagonist, the hero. And it’s not me, the villain, who defeats her, but Luke, the hero and protagonist.
If I kill her to save her life, the scenario in which her hero defeats all the villains who bear her fragments collapses. If left unattended, she will try to devour me someday, and the moment her power goes over to her, her warrior’s journey will fail, and this world will be resurrected as an immortal dragon and meet her bad ending.
Coordinating her and my powers in a proper power struggle until her champion was able to knock out either her or her, her greatest challenge was her greatest challenge.
No matter how much she and I made a mutual non-aggression pact over what happened in her past, that didn’t mean we were completely uninvolved, treating each other as invisible.
Violence often disturbed the expansion of my territory by sending her troops disguised as other identities to the battlefield where I fought for the territory, and I also sent her subordinates to find people who are essential to increasing her power outside her domain. Because I removed it
Until the hero is ready, Violence and I are engaged in a silent battle, firing invisible attacks at each other.
Of course, Violence is a thoroughly resident of this world, unaware that the hero is the protagonist of this play and that this world is a stage made for that one play. That’s why you’re seriously trying to defeat me.
On the other hand, I am an actor hired from outside who knows the circumstances of this world, so I am trying my best not to mess with the scenario.
Well, the story got a little long because it leaked. In any case, if Red is poorly trained, he will be attached to Violence with a high probability, and the scale of this balance that he is barely maintaining will shake again. Rather than take such a risk, it is far better to properly make him my slave.
And if I don’t start training soon, it’s going to be spying and I can’t stand the stress and I’m going to take my own breath, so I’ll have to use my hands first before that. What I want is a living prisoner slave, not a female prisoner corpse. Because I don’t have any hobbies like fucking corpses.
“Yellow. Bring your red one.”
“Okay, master!”
Yellowy left the room gently wagging her chubby tail. She is a strange guy every time I see Jaedo.
With his short stature, exceptionally plump chest, firm buttocks, and even bigger ears and tail than other beastmen, is that erotic kid who won loveliness and charm at the same time, is he really a grown-up? A body capable of bearing children?
Even though I’m not a lolicon, I have no problem dealing with Yellowy. Yellowy’s body is small and light, but he doesn’t feel sexually immature. She’s a kid with two heads smaller than me, but she’s got all the places to come out as a woman…
Yes. Yellowy is a busty Lolita that cannot exist in reality.
It is legal to catch the two rabbits of cuteness and sexiness at once, and it is legal because it is an adult based on the number of people. Except for my physical strength, I, who is a completely weak wizard body itself, is the only opponent who can enjoy intense sex such as field trips and mating presses.
Uhm, I’ll have to try fielding later. I plan on doing it after I finish teaching.
After a while, Yellowy, who brought Red, moved away from her place with Green, who was grumbling because he broke you on the floor with an unstained face. Have you noticed? As a prize, I’ll have to play with it until I’m satisfied later.
“As you know, since you have an inscription on your neck and there, you have all become my slaves. But being my property is one thing, and being trustworthy is another. So I’ll give you a choice.”
I opened a drawer and tossed an item inside in front of her. Her red-haired beastman looked with her astonished eyes at the object that had come before her own eyes.
Not to mention, the thing I gave her was a dagger. Not a knife for slicing fruit or cutting meat, but a weapon made for the purpose of stabbing and stabbing people.
“…Why are you giving me this?”
“Didn’t I tell you? It’s an opportunity. Whether you grab that knife and stab someone or put it back in that drawer is your choice.”
“…”
“If you need time, wait. I’ll close my eyes for a while, so when you’ve made your choice, wake me up or do whatever you want.”
I left only those words, laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. It uses its divine magic to amplify all of its senses except sight to the maximum, allowing it to perceive everything in this room without seeing it with its eyes.
It uses its sense of smell to determine her location, and its hearing to read her actions. You can’t perceive what you can only know by looking at it, but on the contrary, you can perceive everything you can’t know by looking at it.
She’s still in her place. He is probably hesitating. I waited for about 10 minutes in that state, but there was no noticeable change. It might not be a very suitable expression to use with her eyes closed, but she was still hesitant.
Life is, sometimes when you’re hesitant, you need someone to support you from behind.
I used her Whispers of Corruption on her. The characteristics of the whisper of corruption are that it is ‘must be heard by the target’ and ‘the dark side of the listener’s heart is easily revealed’.
Depending on what content and how I say it, the effect will be greater or lesser, but even if I mention inappropriate content, it does not mean that there is no effect. What do you mean? This means that even if you don’t say anything while using Whispers of Corruption, the effect will occur.
Even if it’s just a subtle breathing sound, in the end, the target hears the sound of me whistling, and hearing that sound is a trigger that affects the dark part of the mind.
Of course, since it is not directly spoken to, the impact is small and it takes time, but the power is so small that the opponent does not recognize it and does not resist.
If you directly dig into the weakness, if you use this method on an opponent who would be corrupted in 10 minutes, it will take almost ten times as long to corrupt it, but you can control your mind much more elaborately and delicately. And because the opponent is not aware of it, it is possible to erode opponents who are strong in spirit and cannot be directly tempted by temptation over a long period of time.
In short, it is a difference in method.
Assuming that corrupting the human spirit is drawing on an empty blank sheet of paper and filling it up, what directly digs into the opponent’s weakness and destroys the mind is a large brush that can quickly fill the contents of the paper, Erosion over time can be said to be a small brush that brings out the details of delicate parts.
So, if you write a whisper of corruption and hear only a very small breath that can’t be heard without saying anything, the person who hears it sooner or later naturally reveals their dark side. Itself too.
Sure enough, after about 5 minutes of using the Whisper of Corruption, Red, who had been standing still, finally showed some movement. She came over to the bed where I was lying.
But the knife I gave you was not picked up. He came right next to me and quietly looked down at me, or when I saw him wiggling and waving his hand several times in front of his nose, I wondered if I was pretending to sleep, or if I was really looking closely at him, I gave him a knife and fell asleep defenselessly right in front of his eyes. It seems that he is trying to find out if he is an arrogant and reckless person.
“…Are you really sleeping?”
She continued to check my condition without touching me, then moved away from her bed again. Where she was heading was where the knife was. You feel the movement of air through your senses of smell, hearing, and touch. She senses, without seeing, that Red ducks down to pick up her knife.
“…Never again, chance…”
It is impossible to resist the whispers of corruption no matter how weak the power is, such as a weak prisoner who bows his head and shouts surrender at any moment in physical pain. Never.
She, who had been distant from her, approaches again. It seems that they are walking stealthily to drown out the sound of their footsteps, but I can feel it. A faint smell of sweat, suffocated by excitement, and slow, cautious steps that would not have been heard if the senses had not been amplified.
…But it doesn’t attack right away. It’s probably hesitating until the very end.
Doubts about whether this attack can really succeed, even if it really succeeds in killing me, the frustration of not knowing what to do after that, and before that, no matter how much it is for one’s own freedom, the feeling of stabbing and killing defenseless sleeping humans Ethical and moral concerns about whether things are really right.
But soon, all such useless worries are erased, and anger, hatred, and murderous intentions occupy the empty space.
I guess so. This is an expected ending. If she was going to quit here, she wouldn’t even pick up the knife I threw her in the first place. The moment the sword was picked up, the die was cast.
…!
Booung! Aaaaang!
The swinging dagger hit an invisible wall and stopped in the air. When I opened my eyes, I immediately saw Red, holding the dagger in reverse with both hands, looking at the blade blocked in front of the transparent barrier in bewilderment.
“Is that your choice?”
“Ah…!”
With Tang! When our eyes met, Red’s pupils trembled anxiously. She then backed away from her, dropping the dagger she was holding in her hand to the floor.
“No, this… A strange voice told me to, so I thought…”
She grabs Red’s arms and raises them over her head, trying to somehow get out of her immediate situation while making excuses that don’t make sense to her. After pushing her as she was and knocking her down on her bed, I crossed her hands and pressed her with my left hand, so I grabbed her arm and sat on top of her body.
The die has been cast, and the result is this. What will she do with her as long as she knows her irreversible choices? I concluded
They say that a beast raised with a chain tied to its ankle will not run away even if the chain is gone. It’s because the helplessness of not being able to escape even if the obstacles that restrain you disappear is deeply engraved in your heart.
Yellowy quickly opened his heart to my pure kindness.
Chokori’s heart was broken by the shameful torture.
Blue came to look only at me in her violence and pleasure.
Red, I will engrave a sense of helplessness on you. So that even if you see an opportunity to run away from me or give me a blow, I will give up everything and make you a pet, an obedient animal that will obey my commands.
“You’re so foolish. You really thought you could do anything about me with that one sword? If I had been such a lousy person, I wouldn’t have come this far…”
“Hey, heeheeik…!”
She trembled as she ran her right hand over her cheek as she let out a sneer. She was terrified, and when she saw the eyes already filled with tears, I could feel the sadism welling up in me.
“It seems that my longing for freedom and my hatred for humans blinded my eyes. But even so, it doesn’t change the fact that they tried to kill me.”
I moved my hand and touched her eyes as she did, and she closed her eyes tightly, as if she was afraid that I would pluck them out. Of course, if you close your eyes, you can stop seeing what you don’t want to see and what you don’t want to see, but that doesn’t make it impossible to be without them. As if she was caught in a trap I had dug for her to look good in.
“You must have been prepared to some extent for what would happen if you failed, right?”
No matter how much I gave you a chance with my own hands, you will have to pay the price for trying to take my life. Because I am a very narrow-minded person.
“You can expect it. It will probably be several times more painful than you thought.”
“Hehe…! Please help me…! Well, wrong, wrong! I, I have committed a sin to death! Boo, please save my life…!”
His face turned white and he struggled to live somehow, more like a human than a beast. It seems that he has more human blood than the others.
“If you really want to live, you have to show that kind of sincerity, right?”
“Sir, sincerity… If you say…”
“Yeah, of course… It’s natural that this is our story, right?”
Molkan!
The right hand, which had been touching her face, went down and grabbed her swollen breasts, and she trembled in surprise.
“I’m sorry…!”
“You understand what I mean, don’t you?”
As I let go of her hands again and stepped back, she trembled with fear and then stood up and began to take off the clothes she was wearing on her own. When the shabby, rag-like mat was removed from her body, she was the second of the six beastmen to fully reveal her mature body.
“…Sobbing…”
And as she became a naked body of her own, she pulled down my pants to show me her own ‘sincere’.
Someone might find cuteness in that stupid beginner’s appearance, but I was just frustrated. Are you going to fly very fast? When I let out a sigh and looked at her, she carefully covered my heated food with her own two hands.
“…Huh, heh… Too, big…!”
I didn’t put it directly into my body, I was just holding it with both hands, and I was already struggling. At this rate, it seems that her whole life will be spent being her assistant, so I decided to push her a little more. I took out a small hourglass the size of her finger from her coat pocket and showed it to her.
“This is an exact 5-minute hourglass. It takes just 5 minutes for all the sand on top to fall to the bottom when you turn it over. And from now on, if this hourglass doesn’t satisfy me before the sand runs out, I’ll be prepared. .”
“That, like that…!”
“Come on. No time to complain? Time never waits for you.”
“I’m sorry…!”
With her heart pressed as the time limit hit, she began to rush. She started her goddaughter, moving her hands up and down over her, clutching her my goodies with both of her hands.
Tak tok tok tok tok! Tak tok tok tok tok!
She worked hard on her arm, but the results weren’t great. She could see that she was trying, but her hands were so clumsy that it didn’t really stimulate her much. Her hands themselves are soft and nice, but it feels like she doesn’t know how to use them properly.
In the first place, when someone is doing a goddaughter, does he mechanically move his hand up and down while holding only one part like this? Unless you are a boy who has never masturbated on his own, there will be no man in this world who will ejaculate with such lame hand movements.
That would be natural Except for the fact that he was beaten by soldiers the other day, he was not familiar with sex to the extent that he wondered if he had any experience with sex. Rather, it is curious that he tried on her goddaughter rather than inserting it right into his cunt. Where did you get this kind of knowledge from?
Even though the sand in the hourglass had fallen by about 30%, my reaction was not very good, so she changed the way. I let go of my cock. Instead, I sandwiched my cock between her big, well-shaped breasts.
Bouncing, bouncing, oooh! Molkan, Molkan…!
It was a fairly large chest, but it was a little too small to hold all my things. Still, the texture wasn’t too bad. The feel of her soft, bouncy breasts certainly stimulated my cock rather than the sloppy hand movements that made it obvious that I was inexperienced.
“Hey, hey, hey…!”
However, the situation was unremarkable. Of course, it feels good to have it between my breasts, but I’m not an Ada bastard who has never experienced a woman in the world I was originally in, and I won’t pick it up with just this level of stimulation.
To further arouse me, Red squeezed her breasts with his hands on either side of her, squeezing my cock between her breasts even more. Much better Of course, it’s not easy to ejaculate with this.
No matter how much I press it, I can’t seem to ejaculate, but after confirming that the sand in the hourglass has already run out of half, she then moves her upper body up and down while holding my cock between her breasts and starts paizuriing her.
Chubu, chubu…!
This, too, was better than the goddaughter’s, but still too sloppy. In the first place, I was moving from such a hesitant posture, but there was no way I could properly stimulate my cock.
Besides, paizuri is an act of rubbing each other’s bodies after all, but it’s hard to feel better by rubbing the skin with ignorance without any lubrication. No matter how big and soft your breasts are, shaking and rubbing like this will only loosen your erection from the sensation of rubbing your flesh.
Her sexual skills are those of a beginner who has heard of the relevant knowledge from someone but has never actually put it to the test. The time to ejaculate with such mediocre technology has long since passed.
There was only about 30 percent of the sand left in the hourglass, but if it was like this, it would be impossible to ejaculate even if the hourglass was turned over twice. It looks like you’re used to this kind of thing, but when you look at it, your skills are really poor…
“Aww…!”
Under pressure from the hourglass, she made a hasty decision. Instead of stimulating her breasts, he got up and spread her legs wide, pressing her own cunt against her hardened glans.
No way, are you going to insert it right away like this? Of course, there is no surefire method like a goddaughter who is good at ejaculating men and a tight pussy, but if I do not have enough love juice to act as a lubricant, it would only hurt because of the tight friction… If you hit…
Before I could say anything, she sat down on top of my cock. And she experienced the cost of ignorance.
“Ugh, aaaaagh!”
My cock is hard to accept even when it’s wet enough, but the result of pushing this huge object in one go without being properly prepared was pretty disastrous. As soon as he felt the intense stimulation forcibly digging into his cramped flesh in his lower body, Red screamed in terrible pain and then fell limp.
I pathetically looked down at her as she impaled my cock in her own cunt and passed out just as she did, breaking the board over her body. She’s been with a lot of girls, but even though I’ve seen a girl shed tears in pain because my dick was too big, this is the first time she fucks herself and screams and passes out…
…Are you a real asshole? Very varied I sighed and released my cock. Just then, the last grain of sand in the hourglass fell down.
Only 5 minutes. It was the time it took for this red-haired beast woman to pass out after all she did to make me ejaculate.
