Chapter 46 – 16. Ona Hall Exhibition Preparation (1)
“Ah. I wrote well today.”
Hehe… “
“Aren’t we getting along more and more?”
A week later, the savage patted Carmiel’s white ass and came out. His own semen was smeared on the tips of his fingers, but it was enough to wipe it off for a while. When he looked back as he exited the prison, he saw Carmiel, who was trembling all over. It was difficult to capture him once, but once he was defeated, his mental strength seemed weaker than his wife’s. After all, women who pretend to be strong are weak when you look at them.
“But that’s how it doesn’t taste like the first time.”
I’m going to have a good time.
Licking her lips with her tongue.
“Lucia. Erase the memories of the last few days.”
“Hey, Master. If you don’t do that, you run the risk of mental breakdown.”
“Haha. Lucia. How many times does that poison bitch lose her mind after casting a few spells?”
The savage made a bed for the succubus lord lying on the floor. The soft and fluffy skin was so ecstatic. The succubus caressed the balls that had been pulled out to drain the semen. But the witch was wearing a black dress, and the succubus was naked.
“You guys take turns.”
“Yes?”
“Twins. You have to take it off, so take it off, and a prostitute will not look hot even if you take it off, so dress modestly.”
Lustenand felt an intense murderous intent. Previously, he would have made a fireball right away. The barbarian ordered himself to cast a welcome spell on Karmiel and released the chains that restrained his magic power, so he could create a few offensive spells if he wanted to.
Of course, it’s never strong enough to escape.
It was too much power to defeat a barbarian.
Even if you want to collect it over time, most of the recovered mana is just used for casting illusion magic.
“… Yes. Master.”
“OK. She’s a black whore You are your bed from today.”
“Glory comes… “
Lucia cast a spell to strengthen her own strength and fell on all fours in front of the barbarian. Then the savage climbed on her back and closed her eyes as she lay down. Every move of her witch, trying to bear her own weight, was so cute. She will have to use all of her mana she has accumulated with this.
“It’s a succubus. You suck dick until I tell you to stop.”
“Yes. Master.”
Mernette, the succubus, has become a gentle sheep after receiving true education once. Demons are sensitive to power and rank, and serving strong men is the aspiration of all female demons. If it was a strong owner who could easily slaughter even the Doom Guards, she had no reason to dislike it.
So it didn’t work
No matter how pretty she looks, what will she do?
The mind is a fucking beach whore.
Like a witch, she must keep her murderous intentions in her heart.
‘Fuck. If I sleep with a succubus, how many thousand people will I end up with?’
It is said that a rag or a virgin is fine as long as it tastes good, but even a rag has its limits. It’s not an ordinary succubus, and if you’re a succubus lord, you’re not at the level of washing dishes, but at the level of radioactive waste cleaners. I don’t even want to touch it now.
“Both of you are good at magic. Right?”
“”That’s right. Master.””
“Especially the succubus. You are a master of mental magic.”
The succubus bitch nodded her head as her face turned red.
She’s a dog-mad whore who always wants to fuck her.
In fact, even in her own cutie rape land, there must be at least one female who reveals like that to live up to her composition.
“So, after I use Carmiel, erase the memory of being raped. Is it possible if the two of you work together?”
“All right.”
“I hope Carmiel is always fresh.”
Rape is terrible and scary at first, and it only makes you shudder, but as you experience it, you develop tolerance. Even in modern times, sluts in areas where public safety is a mess, even if they are raped, they say, ‘Fuck. It’s unlucky,’ and goes on its way, but it’s the same reason that precious females who were born and raised in the upper class scream and hire a lawyer to beat Gosokri when they are raped.
Even more so, if you share deep love with yourself, the feeling of helplessness and shuddering disgust at the time of the initial rape is greatly reduced, leaving only despair over your own helplessness and a broken will to become whatever you want to be. I could tell just by looking at how the wife and the witch were adapting like they are now.
But Carmiel said she wanted to delay that period as much as possible.
Dear Heretic Judge, who lived without knowing the joy of women.
She infinitely wanted to return her pleasure of her moment of being a bitch.
And she returned her memories once and for all only later.
She wanted to let him know what kind of grace he had bestowed on her.
“So usually, help me to have good dreams.”
“Yes? What is that… “
The witch gives a bewildering answer.
The succubus reads the savage’s thoughts and nods.
This is why the sluts in hell don’t look good.
“Hey.”
“Yes. Master.”
“Starting today, live in the fortress on your own, except when you give magical assistance. Instead, if you give it to someone else, they will kill you.”
“Yes. I will do my best so that the master can win!”
“No. Hell’s radioactive trash bitch. You’re not eating anymore, so get out of here.”
It’s convenient to have one demon lord-class minion, so I won’t be kicked out.
You can’t even call it a roommate. Anyway, that’s a fucking bitch!
Actually, that bitch’s usefulness isn’t limited to her body, but she’s elsewhere as well.
“You are a black whore. Please make sure that our Carmiel always laughs.”
“… All right.”
“Quack. Aren’t people who used to laugh better when they cry?”
After that, the savage always enjoyed Carmiel in pristine condition. Carmiel, who kept his initial venom and faith intact, was a very enjoyable and desirable prey. She always cried out for God, and each time he taught her a new god, how to praise him, and her hymns.
“Wife. Look Carefully.”
“Heh, hehe… “
“Fuck bitch. Watch your idol get eaten.”
“Yes yes… “
The savage explored Carmiel’s fresh body for weeks. Carmiel screamed every time he was beaten, but the form of his scream was different each time. Depending on which pussy was plucked, at what depth, and how strongly it was plucked, the sound range was completely different. The savage heard Carmiel’s screams as if they were playing on a luxury instrument.
“The facial expressions and screams are different when you grab your pussy and when you get your back pussy. Are you sick?”
“Yes… West… “
“It also matters how deep you drive it. The best thing is when the back pussy is driven the deepest.”
“Quaaaaa!”
“Kkkk. It doesn’t feel reverent when the hymns are so loud.”
My wife wept helplessly. The great man he admired and adored was mercilessly trampled by the power of his evil husband. Now there was no way he could truly escape the savage’s arms and return to his homeland. Her husband is the one who makes even the Heretic Judge submit. There was no way a mediocre girl like himself could resist him.
“And the moment I resist the most is when I cum inside.”
Gul Luck Gul Luck Gul Luck!
“Away! I mean fall! You wicked devil! I’d rather die than conceive your seed!”
“Live. Carmiel!”
“?!”
“Kkkk. It might have erased your memory and fallen under a mind control spell.”
Thanks to her witch and succubus elaborate memory manipulations, Karmiel has not lost her earlier ankal Jim and piety even as she gets eaten every time. It was like a restaurant where you never get tired of eating. Of course, this is a method completely unusable for an ordinary woman.
If you keep erasing your memories, your mind will collapse.
If you continue to be eaten by barbarians, your body will be destroyed.
But Carmiel is different.
The Church’s strongest weapon that has reached extreme resistance both mentally and physically.
At most, the memory of being eaten hundreds of times and screaming as a female.
At least the memory of removing part of the memory with magic is tolerable.
But the fact that she has a demon growing inside her belly is unbearable.
“You know what? Carmiel.”
“Shut up! Demon of the abyss! Heaven’s judgment will fall!”
“The devil’s seed is already growing in your stomach. You will now become a demon maker.”
When I tell you that, my mentality really goes out and I scream and give up all resistance.
But each time, the savage shows a friendly look, providing an illusion he doesn’t want to break.
“Wife. What shall we name our child?”
“Let’s take the name of my older brother. Durant would be nice.”
A dream home for newlyweds.
It reminds us of the relationship with her first love that did not come true. Using the psychology of wanting to be compensated for a family history that ended tragically, it creates a dream that you never want to wake up from. And always the end of a dream ends in the most miserable and dirty way.
“Brother! Brother! Quit! This is a sin!!!!
“What do you do when your body is too coveted? Carmiel! Let’s commit the sin of incest together!”
“This is not only incest, it is rape! You will burn in the fires of Hell!”
“Don’t go to hell! For the pleasure of raping you in front of your husband!”
“Aaaaa!”
All fantasies were just one erotic movie for the savage. To Carmiel, it was all a vivid reality. The Heretic Inquisitor, who was so shattered, no longer maintained the ability to distinguish between fantasy and reality. The fantasy of Carmiel, the newlywed weaved by a savage with magic, became a reality, and the reality of becoming a heretic judge was becoming a fantasy.
“Haha. No matter how you eat it, you never get tired of it.”
“Whip, sniff, sniff.”
My wife wept as she was forced to watch such a scene.
Because the lamp that used to illuminate the darkness of the world was turning into darkness.
“Now then, since we’ve been practicing for a long time, let’s get into the real world.”
“In practice… What?”
“Huh. Wife. Dress up today and come out.”
The savage grinned.
“To show off my loot to my new friends.”
Genius witch, Lustenant.
The heroic adventurer, the shining Yuria.
Divine Judge, Carmiel the Unyielding.
Each of them were names that made their names known on the continent. But now they were mere trophies in a display case, and the savage planned to present them to the villains. In particular, the hymn that Carmiel will sing will be the crown jewel that decorates the finale of this exhibition.
Then the villains of the world will be jealous of you.
He would persistently ask if he could not share his harem.
Just then, he will present a new vision to them.
They say they cannot share their onaholes, but the world awaits us.
Pussies all over the world are waiting for us to become onahole!
‘Quack. Then I’ll be able to try eating the princess!’
Come to think of it, did they say that the emperor of the empire was a woman?
Truly, this medieval land is full of delicious delicacies.
‘Thanks! Carmiel! Everything is possible thanks to you!’
So, you have to be cute.
It’s time to show the world the hymn you’ve been practicing together!
