Chapter 145 – Lost Memories – 1
I get sucked into the torrent of strong light Illesia once showed me.
When I came to my senses, I was lying on a familiar bed.
“Uh…”
Where is this
Bella? What about Ilesia?
I got up and checked my body, and I knew what was going on.
Lie in my memory
No, can’t I just get my memories back right away? Do I have to run around on my feet and experience it again?
Ok…
I seem to remember gradually.
This is my home. A house large enough to live alone. There are no luxurious corners.
Rather, it was a poor and shabby house to be called the dwelling place of a god.
Clothes, socks, underwear thrown here and there…
It is a police officer who candidly shows that a man is living his life as he pleases.
“I thought I was a great god…”
It was a huge misunderstanding.
She should have noticed when Bella said she doesn’t know a god like me.
I’m a 9th grade god.
The lower end of the lower end that even being called a god is shameful.
That was my position.
I got up and reached for my clothes scattered on the floor.
However, the clothes stick together like old chewing gum and do not come off.
“Grunt!”
It doesn’t budge even if you pull it with force, like a tug-of-war.
Aha.
“…I can’t do things I can’t remember. This is it, right?”
Surprisingly, I, who was a god, never cleaned my own room.
I offered a prayer of thanks to my parents in modern times.
You worked hard to teach the beast. Mother, father.
“It’s a memory game with limited degrees of freedom.”
I can’t do anything I can’t remember.
I can’t go where I’ve never been
Forgotten memories gradually come to mind.
That seems to be the rule.
“Decal-nim, are you awake?”
An unknown woman enters with a basket full of fruit at her side.
You look pretty? Who is it?
“Come on.”
What if you don’t know
I took the woman’s hand, led her to the bed, removed her clothes, and inserted it right away.
“Ahhhhh… Mr. Decal. In broad daylight like this… It’s hazy… Hmm…”
Women are strangely obedient.
I feel like I know it somehow. He’s hypnotized.
Whenever I want to do it, the substitute is a convenient pussy.
I vigorously shake my waist and insert my dick into the woman’s pussy.
When I was a god, I was living a life that wasn’t much different from now.
A life of debauchery and making fun of women.
Cool
This is the life I wanted.
For example, I would not have been able to understand at all if the past, which was completely different from what I am now, had unfolded.
I would have done it as you see.
“Ah, ah…! Whoop…! Whoop!”
I grabbed the woman on top of me by the waist and shook her waist.
Trying to put her fingers in her ass hole.
I even touched her breasts while kissing her.
All appropriate responses are returned.
Sounds like you’ve done it all also.
I was pleasantly wrapped in the woman’s cunt and came out.
There was a large field in the yard.
I guess I was living like a famous lord somewhere.
There were dozens of people working like slaves on my land.
They all worked hard as if intoxicated with their respective roles.
… Everyone is hypnotized.
Without missing a single one.
“Hmm…”
When I was a god, this must have been a paradise on earth I created.
By the way, didn’t the woman call me ‘Decal’?
There’s no way it’s been a decal since before. Was it strangely mixed because you were reliving your memories?
Maybe when he was a god his name was Decal.
So it may have remained in my subconscious and came to mind when I thought of naming it.
It doesn’t matter what my name is.
What can I do? Here?
“Um… For now…!”
I went behind the young women working in the fields and had sex.
The women didn’t refuse and all offered their pussy.
Insert the cock and have sex to your heart’s content. Swallow one by one in order.
All of them were pretty, just like the girls I picked.
What. It’s nothing compared to the women of the original world. Just to the extent that you can see it half-heartedly?
I quickly got bored.
It is a feeling that I felt tired of in modern times.
“…It’s not interesting. Something.”
Everyone is under a powerful hypnosis.
Men do nothing but work, and women are just devoid of individuality who spread their legs when asked for sex.
Even for a hundred women like this, you can’t trade them for Karen.
When I was a god, I was surprisingly tactless.
There’s no way you wouldn’t know that if you make them swear absolute obedience at random, their individuality will be erased and they’ll quickly get bored.
Why not hypnotize me in a more enjoyable way, like I do now?
… Because you were satisfied here?
I felt strangely certain.
Here in my memory
In other words, it is a process of recovering what I went through.
In other words, to my surprise, at this point, I wasn’t very warped!
No…
From a woman’s point of view, is this more severe?
Because it makes you a slave.
I think it was me at the time when I was immersed in simple sex.
This has its advantages, but… Ugh, I’m sick of it.
It’s so boring I can’t stand it. I want to run away right now. Perhaps, these are the emotions I felt at the time.
So, do what your heart tells you to do.
I am a low-level god with no achievements.
As a hobby, I think I was hypnotically collecting the girls I liked.
I have penetrated into some world.
It’s just a whim.
I came down to find a new woman to blow away my boredom.
The place he reached was in the forest of a certain world.
The floor is only flowers blooming vaguely whether it is a flower garden or not.
“…”
I met Illesia there.
The moment I saw in ‘The World of Consciousness’ is correct.
Young Ilesia was standing in the middle of nowhere.
“It’s pretty.”
I muttered involuntarily.
Ilesia noticed me and raised her head.
“It will feel good when you grow a little more.”
No, wasn’t it a piece of beautiful memories?
I was expecting a bit!!
Only ugly voices were coming out of my mouth, criticizing Illesia.
“…Who are you?”
“I am a god. Even if I am a god, I am of a low rank.”
I reveal her identity without hesitation and approach Ilesia.
“Didn’t your parents teach you to be wary of a suspicious man approaching?”
“I don’t know. Something like that.”
What did I do at this time?
It seems that he held Ilesia’s chin and examined it closely with her eyes.
That’s right. And I thought she was really pretty.
I was young now, but I was sure that when I grew up, I would be so pretty that no woman in my slavery could compare.
Then I got greedy.
I wanted to take Ilesia with me.
While she was thinking about how to bring it up, Ilesia spoke first.
“If you’re a god, kill her father.”
“Why? Dad hit you?”
“Yes.”
If you look closely, there are traces of severe beating on every corner of Illesia’s body.
How many times have you beaten this cute kid, to show her hostility by telling her to kill her parents?
I felt a bit pitiful.
Killing the parents right away and taking the woman is one way. I thought differently.
“That’s something even a passing robber can do.
Hmm… Because I am a god. I’ll treat you like a god.”
“…?”
I saved Illesia that day.
It was literally what she had saved.
He dismantled all of her terrible traps that were entangled like her webs around her.
Hypnotically. Simply.
His father is a true father who sincerely repents for his past and dedicates his life to Ilesia.
Her brothers, who often beat her and bullied her, made it possible for her to become friendly with Ilesia.
In addition, hypnosis makes a friend with good character who can deeply understand and share each other’s pain.
It gave her a high level of education and solved the poverty that crept into her family like grime.
In the process, she honestly had no idea how Ilesia would accept this change.
Just roughly.
Her roughness saved her.
A few days later, Illesia came to the forest where we first met and said.
“Thank you, mister.
Everyone knows you did it.
No one believed me…”
“How is it? A little godlike?”
“Yes. You are my god.”
“Hmm.”
I thought you’d whine that this wasn’t what I wanted.
He was a strangely grown-up child.
It seemed that my rough solution worked, and she seemed to be living well.
Oops…
At this point I realized
I didn’t ask to hear what I wanted in return for saving me.
Forgetting the timing to bring up such a thing, I occasionally went to the forest and talked to Illesia.
Ilesia is 14 years old. On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, she was becoming more and more beautiful as I expected.
I want to have sex soon…
“Mister. I’m sorry I’m late.”
Illesia apologized to me one day.
“Why?”
“You only got help. Now tell me what you want. I’ll listen.”
“Hmm…”
Then it’s easier to talk.
I didn’t hesitate of course.
“Then it is
Will you be my servant? I need a pretty attendant. Hear what I say.”
“Okay. Shall we go now?”
“I will take your soul.
Can’t come back here again Are you okay though?”
“Yes.”
“…No. Since it’s called a soul, doesn’t it sound like some kind of suspicious contract?”
“Not really.”
… Ugh. Why are you so calm?
It is appropriate to take it now.
Illesia’s beauty is increasing day by day.
It was also common for duels to take place in the village over who would be Ilesia’s husband. Truly a life story.
Her unhappy life has changed like flipping the palm of her hand, and she says that all she has left is to meet a nice man and live happily ever after.
“Do you have any regrets in life?
You don’t like what I changed.”
“No, but it’s true that I’m not interested.
Now, by your side, I want to return the favor I received.”
“…”
A girl who doesn’t know what’s inside
I thought so.
Grace, do you feel that way? I wonder if she would have been happy with tears when her father stopped beating him.
In fact, wouldn’t it be creepy?
If you forget about me and live moderately
I would have kidnapped her on her own, but she walked on her own feet.
“Okay. Let’s go together.”
That day, I obtained the soul of Ilesia, a country girl.
Her hypnosis invited her to my abode, where her slaves carried out their assigned routines like her machines.
And I was left with household chores like cleaning and cooking, and most of the time I was lying around.
Not much has changed.
There’s only one pretty girl I’ve been saving.
I observed Illesia closely for several days.
I would have been quite disappointed to see the indolent daily life of an author named Shin.
Right now, I’m working hard without showing that kind of expression, but…
Would you regret it?
What came after someone like me.
“…”
I decided not to care.
If you challenge me anyway, I’ll just hypnotize you.
Because then there will be no one to clean.
Weeks.
Months.
Time goes by like that. Surprisingly, our relationship has not changed.
I wonder how that could be while living with Illesia, but I didn’t touch her because I thought she was still young.
That said, I didn’t show dislike for my loafer, so I left it alone without hypnotizing it.
Then one day.
Illesia saw the basement of our house.
“Here is…”
Ilesia was startled, and she stood motionless.
In the basement, the women I had messed up were hanging on the walls like pigs.
“Did you see?”
I went behind Ilesia and put her hand on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry…”
“This is my favorite job.
You will soon be like this too. Look. Aren’t there a lot of pretty kids?”
“…”
Ilesia was trembling.
If she’s a secret, she’s a secret, but she thought she’d find out someday.
This mansion was like a lump of my sexual desire.
Starting from this day, Illesia’s management and supervision area became wider.
He didn’t run away even after looking at the basement, so I, who had an ogre, said, “You’re going to be like this from now on.”
Call the girls and have sex with them,
He ordered the cleaning of the ‘human ranch’ in the outlying area.
Later, he also took care of cleaning up after I had sex.
It became her routine to sweep my cock, which was covered in juices and cum, with a wet rag.
I’m holding on.
Why are you holding on?
I asked Ilesia, who was scrubbing my cock.
“Why don’t you run away? Afraid I’ll harm you?”
“…”
“Or can’t you help it because you’re really looking forward to having sex? Did your dad do that to you?”
Illesia meticulously wiped my balls and stood up with a slightly angry face.
“Mister.
Next time, make her bed yourself!”
“Uh?”
I was puzzled.
Is this the time to say that? Because that’s what I thought.
I found out later, but Illesia still wanted to live with me.
It was her own way of taking offense at my verbal abuse.
I did not break the premise of ‘family living together’, but tried to change my behavior.
“…”
I have since made her bed myself.
Since then, I have known little by little.
Dealing with a girl I don’t know what the hell she’s thinking next to me,
That it’s surprisingly not bad.
