Chapter 110 – 110. The Outdoor Practice Is Over~ I Get an Unexpected Gift and Wake Up the Dazed Owner as a Daughter! Like a Defibrillator! Parchup!!!
The witches who dealt with the monsters on the other side seemed to have no threats other than the Hornet’s horn stinger, and won without difficulty. It was difficult for only our group, who were the most confident, to openly talk about the middle process.
By the time the sun goes down.
Hornet, the head of the largest and most powerful group, decided to rally and lead the other monsters to migrate in the northern direction. They also had the brain to understand the cause and effect of being punished for frequently touching village men, so they left without anyone left.
Upon arriving at her meeting, she had to bear the shame and report honestly, as what happened to Hornet was such a serious matter that she couldn’t bear to cover it up. Fortunately, the impact of my detox sex was so great that ridicule didn’t happen much… Isn’t that a bit embarrassing? Sylvia reported on the admiring reaction of the people around her, and she lost her shame and showed off her arrogance at the end.
The next day and early morning.
The Witch Hunter ‘transferred’ between us who had breakfast and gathered in the conference hall and waited.
What she used was [Teleportation]. It was the first space movement magic I saw after coming to this world. I’ve heard of it in lectures. Knowing how to use teleportation magic is undoubtedly one of the strongest ranks without looking at anything else. This is because transfer is the pinnacle of magic in terms of learning difficulty and mana consumption.
The Witch Hunter, with mysterious blue eyes and hair, had an age-old appearance that was no different from that of the cadets, but the difference was that he had deep eyes and an overwhelming atmosphere. Just being in the same space as her made it seem as if the air suddenly became denser, making it difficult to even breathe.
In the midst of her silence, her professor brought out her salutation to greet her.
“Meet the Witch Hunter. My name is Jenna, and I am a professor at St. Georgia Magic Academy.”
She nodded her head and replied.
“It’s Aira.”
“By the way, are you here alone?”
“Yes. I have a full schedule for two weeks, so I want to deal with it as quickly as possible.”
The atmosphere was overwhelmed by something, and only the two of them took over while the others watched quietly.
After a while. Witch Hunter Aira said with an expressionless expression without a slight emotional change.
“So you’re saying it’s already over?”
“All of them are passionate cadets, so I’m just happy to teach them.”
There is silence for a moment. Aira immediately let her saliva go and nodded her head in agreement.
“I searched and found it to be empty in the forest. Are you sure the monsters that left are not coming back?”
“… Other guys may take their place someday, but I don’t think they’ll come back.”
“Think…”
At the professor’s answer, Ira crossed her arms and put her legs on her back.
“Okay, don’t bother tracking me down. However, if it settles down again, then we will deal with it without distinction.”
“There is nothing you can do about it.”
“This is really, there is nothing to do. I wish you a successful practice. You worked hard.”
“It was an honor to fit you into the Witch Hunter schedule.”
“I’m really thankful that I’m feeling better for the first time in a long time.”
At that time, the outdoor practice was over.
An old professor with wrinkles, a trace of the years, treats the old professor with a beauty without a single blemish, but no one cares. I also tried to imitate the people around me and pretend nothing was wrong, but I felt that the emotions of modern earth people kept trying to raise their heads.
‘I was confident that I had adapted to this world for a year, but… ‘
She felt out of place. Unlike his youthful and beautiful appearance, his way of speaking and the situation were strange. Then she happened to meet her eyes. It was as if a light was coming into her deeply sunken eyes. Looking at me, she blinked her eyes and pursed her lips.
A stream dissolving around. She was on her way out of the conference room to take a break from each other or to play with her slaves. Witch Hunter Aira reached into her arms and took out a scroll, a reagent bottle, and a quill to see if there was a pocket. She handed them to me and said.
“Take it.”
“Yes?”
“I am giving it to you. Take it.”
“Wait! What do you want to give to my slave!”
Sylvia put her porridge beside her. It seems like the situation where another girl is giving me something as a present bothers me. Ira glanced at Sylvia at her, annoyed, she explained.
“Um, are you the owner? Don’t worry about anything I too am an aristocrat, and the slave I sent away is my everything. I will never flirt with your slave. I’ve been polishing this just for memories, but in the end, I’m handing it over because it’s no longer useful to me.”
“Then why would you give something like that to my slave!”
“… I’m a young girl, so I’m very energetic. Seeing this big kid just reminded me of my slave who left first for the first time in a while. I’m giving it as a pure favor, so please don’t misunderstand.”
“Profit… Favor… !”
I pulled the furious Sylvia into my arms and patted her around her thin waist with a back hug.
“Sylvia calm down.”
“Ooh, but… “
When she hugged me, she calmed down and her voice faded, but the way she tried to push her Aira was the same.
Aira didn’t care and spoke calmly again.
“Please accept it. It’s a special product that’s been around for a long time… I want you, who resembles my slave, to use it.”
“Uh… Um, I don’t know what it is, but I wonder if I can take this…”
“Did you know that I’m flirting with someone else’s slave right now?”
“Grunt… It seems that the relationship between master and servant has changed a lot in the past 200 years. To be angry with just something like this.”
At the end of 200 years, not only I but also Sylvia get discouraged. Because it meant that the age of the witch in front of me was at least that.
“I tell you the truth, in my heart there is only one slave of mine who went first.”
“… Can’t my master listen to the exact thing you’re giving him and then decide whether to accept it or not?”
“Ah, I haven’t even told you what this is yet. I want to be older.”
As the seemingly young beauty continued to speak, her sense of incongruity was no joke. Ira soon began to calmly tell her amazing story.
“These three are magic tools that must be used together. First, ink the quill pen, look at the design engraved on the scroll, and draw the same pattern on the belly of the girl. You can be subordinated to it for eternity in the future.”
“Yes… ?”
Between my stupid questioning voice, I heard a breathless sob— It was Sylvia. In front of the two of us, Aira spoke without changing her expression at all, but somehow she felt more relaxed than before.
“Was this explanation too difficult for a boy who is not a witch? I’ll say it again. You draw a pattern on your master’s belly, and your master swears an oath of obedience in your heart, bound forever beyond the limitations of time and space. … In theory.”
Tuduk…
As she lowered her head, Sylvia, her face flushed red from ear to ear, her nose dripping. What is this owner really doing? I took out a handkerchief and wiped off the blood, asking again what I didn’t understand.
“Well, but who is subordinate to whom?”
“Did you not hear? Let me say it again Your master said he was subject to you.”
“Ah… Yes. I guess so too.”
I didn’t hear anything wrong. It was originally a world where contradictions like this were commonplace. Since Sylvia no longer objected, I was able to accept what Ira was handing over. She parted refreshingly, saying that she would go to the villagers to see her face. When Ira left, Sylvia took her quill, inkwell, and scroll from my hands as if she were possessed, brought them to her chest, and held them in her hands.
“Sylvia?”
“…”
I held Sylvia, who had hardened like a person cursed with petrification, into her princess embrace countless times. Free time. She went out on an outing with nature as her friend. She continued to be held. Time passed, and after lunch she climbed into the rain fair. Even when the time came, she was so engrossed by the story that even her soul would submit to her slave, her face blushed and she showed no sign of returning. I couldn’t come to my senses at all, so I had to laugh nonsense as I scooped up rice instead, saying that I was dumbfounded by the sensibility of a master like Pervert.
‘Is that good?’
I couldn’t help but laugh as I saw her distraught as she was holding her magic tools tightly. What was it that he liked so much about being subordinated to slavery, that he was reacting so excessively? Until the soul of the future eternity? It’s a bit grandiose, but there was an addition that it was theoretical, and it was so large that it felt like folk religion. Please make me happy~ Like?
I returned to the quarters in the airship, but I couldn’t do anything lewd with her dreamy girlish atmosphere, so I just stroked her soft hair. As I touched them, time passed without a chance to get bored. How many times did I have to get silver hair to fall into my hands? Before we knew it, we arrived above the academy.
Upon being informed that they have landed, they come out carrying Sylvia in their arms. Slaves were waiting to meet them at the front gate of the academy.
The witches, who were in tears at the sight, ran out and a thrilling reunion began. He hugged the slave he met again after three days, sniffed her scent, and made a fuss.
The witches, who had been trained like slaves, strode to their private rooms with their hands on their hands. I guess you’re just trying to have a good time. I also got stuck in the middle and went to the private room.
No. 501. Sylvia and my nest. A magic door that opens automatically. Carrying the owner in the arms of the princess and crossing the threshold. The door closes. My cock erected like Pavlov’s dog at the sight of the king-size bed. … Shall we have sex?
“Sylvia, should you wake up now?”
“…”
“Ugh. I’ll wash you, so come to your senses?”
Head straight to the bathroom. The master who quietly strips naked and exposes the tartar beneath my hands. It seemed difficult to get the magic tools he was holding tight, but when he breathed into his ears, his strength drained away. Taking advantage of that gap, he forcibly opened his hand and retrieved it, and he was helpless. Even so, she was still in a daze of her mind. However, I am a master of slavery and have a knack for dealing with a crazy master.
First of all, if you raise your arms, you will not move in the position of lifting your armpits high. A body whose habits are imprinted so that it thoroughly obeys slaves. If you put your forearm on your head and adjust it to hold it, it will be fixed as it is. Spread your legs wide apart to maintain an open stance.
‘Perfect.’
Faithful Slave Mode ON. After rubbing and wiping the sensitive parts of the submissive master’s body, he massaged the lovingly raised breasts as if kneading rice cakes. Like a sloppy master, he quickly heated up. There, he tickles the protruding areola.
“Crane… !”
Tears welled up as I ignored the spiky nipples and steamed around them as if playfully, as if asking to hold them. After a little bit of annoyance, he suddenly grabs it, squeezes it, and twists it. At that moment, Sylvia put her head behind her and stomped on her toes and walked away.
“Huh—♡!!”
Push! Pishuuk—!!
Sylvia, who had been squeaking and learning, regained her senses, as if her nipple peaks were her defibrillator.
“Hauu♡ Yeah… ? This is our bathroom… !? When did you come back?”
“Oh, are you out of your mind?”
“Right… She must have heard something shocking… Was it a dream?”
Can you say it’s a dream?
“Kuh-kuh, let’s wash up.”
“Yes. Wash me~.”
With a big smile on my face, as a slave, I concentrated on helping my master in the bath with his legs apart and his armpits exposed.
Soon after smoothing her haha-bubbly Sylvia, he caresses relentlessly so that it becomes squishy like her bath attendant.
“Flaw… Oh… ♡ Hey ♡!”
When she strokes the tip of her clitoris with her left finger, she pokes her right hand into her pussy, where her love juice keeps flowing, and tries to clean it. Of course, this can’t be done right. Because Sylvia was the owner of a thick wet pussy that produced love juice indefinitely. She takes a brush and pokes it to wipe away her baby juice.
Squeak, squeak, squeak!
“Ah, hee hee, hah, hee hee, yah… ♡♡!!”
Jjik- Jji-Ik- Jji-Ik-!!!
When her cunt hole was blocked by the brush and it made only an unflattering gurgling sound, she responded with squeaking instead from the dainty urethral organ. When she brought her urethral brush and crumpled it, her Sylvia’s body stiffened greatly.
I quickly go back and hug her twitching body and insert the cock holder between her ass. Sensing the touch of the cock, the master spews a strong stream of water.
“Wow… ♡♡♡!!”
Push it-!! Push!! Push shot——!!!
Jjiik-jjiik-!!
Even though it is blocked by the brush, the female juices are vigorously wrapped up. I, her slave, felt the need to bond her more passionately to her master, her. I lifted Sylvia’s white thighs up and laid them on top of hers, just as I had driven the cock into her ass and her trough, and I felt forced, and Sylvia exhaled her hot breath. It’s like this kind of perverted Mazo owner.
“Ahh, heh… ♡ Kheheung, sssss ♡sssss… ♡♡”
I pressed the back of her head against my shoulder and howled as I scraped her urethra and cunt while holding her back like a spider. I was able to ejaculate in a pleasant mood thinking that it would be a peaceful fantasy sex life without fights like this again.
Beaut-! Beaureureuk!! What a sight——!!!
A large amount of semen is sprayed on her white back. I had a lot of semen on myself, but when I showed it to the owner who grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around, her cheeks turned red, and then she opened her little mouth and took out her dainty tongue to clean it up.
Little by little…
“Yum… Gulp♡”
I look up straight at the gaze I am staring at, and I hear the sound of the neck ringing loudly. I complimented her sincerely as I stroked her wet hair.
“As expected, master, well done.”
“Ehehe♡”
