Was Bought by the Demon King Right Before the Ending 32

Chapter 32 – Special Tutoring

I tried to remember how the film ended at some point, how did I come to this situation.

For sure…

‘Are witches really eating rice cakes with demons on Walpurgis Night?’

It was an obscenity thrown while drunk.

It was something I had been curious about since long ago, and I thought that as one of the Four Heavenly Kings and one of the Four Witches, she would be able to answer this question.

‘Don’t do it, you bastard. If you’re just going to make rice cake, you can grab any man on the street, but why are you inviting a being from the other world to make rice cake?’

When I heard it, I was right.

It is because the risk is too great to simply summon the devil for pleasure alone.

If you make a mistake, you could lose all your mana and search for it, but it would be better to earn money through that effort and go to a high-level prostitute.

‘Oh, then what about the myth that witches can’t have children?’

‘I was born from an egg, am I a cub?’

Since it was her rebuttal, I couldn’t help but chuckle while holding her stomach.

She grumbled as she blew on her bottle, wondering if the look didn’t like her.

‘Anyway, humans are the problem. If you don’t like them, they’re busy distorting people’s images and criticizing them at will. What kind of nonsense is that for a girl who hasn’t even been married?’

I asked, wiping away tears at Dorothea’s remarks that could not be ignored.

‘You say you’re twenty-five, but are you still a virgin?’

‘… Joy! It’s just that there wasn’t a man that caught my eye. And where do I have time to meet a guy? I was also busy studying.’

Dorothea said and crossed her long legs on the sofa.

It seemed like he was trying to take a provocative stance, but it seemed like a child was just trying to imitate an adult by force, perhaps because of his overall poor body.

‘Well, maybe it’s because growth stopped when they were in their prime, but they don’t look very good.’

When I said that and laughed at her small breasts, Dorothea exclaimed with an angry expression.

‘You fucked me! Have you ever fucked me!’

‘No, you don’t have to screw it. I know from experience.’

It has already been 12 years since I first hugged a woman.

My first experience was with a childhood friend who lived next door, but when I heard that I was going to the Mage Tower with Master, he came to me on the last night and confessed.

After confirming each other’s feelings, we went to the watermill… Even if you don’t say anything after that, you know?

Now, they say they are living well after giving birth to a son and two daughters.

In addition to that, if you count the number of women you spent the night with because your eyes met while drinking, or the women you hugged at the window, you could count dozens.

The experience of a man is different from that of a virgin who has never held hands with his father.

When I said that and pretended to be proud, the hot-tempered Dorothea shouted with a teary expression, perhaps because her pride was hurt.

‘Sibaloma! If you’re that good at sex, maybe teach me!’

***

“…”

I finally remembered everything.

It is said that the mouth is a door that invites disaster. There is nothing wrong with the old saying.

After a while, Dorothea looked up at me with her reddened face, perhaps because of embarrassment, and said,

“What are you doing, if you’re not going to do anything, get out of the way.”

“No, uh- well, I have to.”

Even though I did it because I was drunk, I wasn’t a man stupid enough to kick a well-prepared meal.

Even though Dorothea had an overall poor body, the volume of her buttocks was fine.

I decided to taste Dorothea’s crimson lips first, who always spoke arrogantly.

Chun-

“I’m sorry…”

If it was her usual, she would have put her tongue first, but in consideration of her first experience, she started with her light bud kiss.

Perhaps because she had been drinking until just before, Dorothea’s lips tasted of sweet cherry liqueur.

After their lips touched each other slightly, after they separated, they kissed each other’s cheeks, cheeks, ears, nape, shoulders, etc., All exposed skin.

She twitched and twisted her body every time her lips touched her skin, causing the robe half-draped over her shoulders to come off completely.

Dorothea naturally opened her arms and pulled her around my neck.

If she was wearing red ruby ​​shoes as usual, she was taking them off now, so Dorothea, who had reduced her height, was a small size that could fit comfortably in her arms.

As her arms led me, I climbed up her neck again and kissed her lips.

If it was a peckish bird kiss earlier, this time it’s a deep kiss that mixes the tongue properly.

Perhaps it was her first kiss, Dorothea stuttered a lot even moving her tongue, but as soon as I led her, she naturally followed.

The red meat, soaked in each other’s saliva, tangled in the mouth.

Chuup-chung-chuup-chung-

They hugged and kissed for a long time, and then parted their lips when each other’s breath stopped.

A solid silver line stretches between the lips and then breaks off.

“Haha…”

Dorothea’s red eyes were moist.

I asked as I ripped her sweaty hair off her face.

“How is it? How did you feel about your first kiss?”

Then Dorothea turned her head and replied, as if she had come to her senses belatedly.

“Mo, I don’t know. Something like that.”

Cute.

I never thought that the day would come when the guy who always acted like he would eat me would have the look of a woman like this.

For such a lovely red witch, the black bustier that covered her upper body was pulled down.

Dorothea’s small breasts, which she always glimpsed when she leaned in, finally reveal themselves outside her world.

‘Am I going to be about a B cup?’

With so many well-developed people around her, her small breasts were relatively difficult to gauge.

I pressed my fingers against Dorothea’s pink nipples, which stood tall enough to be discernible over her fishnet tights.

“Aang!”

Then Dorothea twists her body with a crackling sound.

It seemed that her sensitivity was very high because of her small breasts.

This is because it is rare for a man to receive the caress of her breasts with this level of sensitivity when he usually has an undeveloped sense of sexuality.

Dorothea hurriedly covered her mouth with the palm of her hand, perhaps ashamed of her own voice.

Even so, she looked down at me with her teary eyes, perhaps meaning more.

I smiled inwardly and started playing with her nipples like toys.

“Yeah… Uhhh… Oops!”

Dorothea rubbed her thighs, agonizing over her pleasure, while she forced her mouth shut and held her breath, trying not to let out a moan until the end.

But do you know that from a man’s point of view, that kind of look is more attractive?

Maybe she’s a genius at pissing her cock off.

I stopped harassing her with my fingers and in excitement took a bite of her swollen nipple and areola.

“Haha!”

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Dorothea let out her groan.

But I didn’t care and buried her face in her small breast.

Chump chump!

The nipples that clung to her mouth whenever she rolled them with her tongue tasted surprisingly good.

Certainly, it seems that the size of her breasts is not a noble thing.

As Dorothea felt her heart pounding on the lining of her tights and being teased by her tongue, she tried to get mad at the pleasure she felt for the first time in her life.

Her lower body, wrapped in short pants like hot pants, was already damp.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Something’s gone! Something’s here! Heaaaaa!”

In the end, it seemed that she couldn’t hold out for long and reached her climax, so Dorothea pushed her bedspread with her legs and shook her floating waist.

Transparent saliva drips from the corner of her mouth.

At first, her eyes, which were full of intelligence and pride like a famous witch, now had only a vague pleasure.

Like someone addicted to drugs, she groaned and enjoyed the afterglow of her climax, and soon collapsed onto the bed.

“Ha… Ha… Ha…”

Dorothea’s rough breath lingers in her room along with the obscene smell.

“Let’s take off our pants for now.”

While waiting for her to calm down, I pulled the brown shorts soaked in her love juice off her slender legs.

Pressing her nose lightly, she smelled her pee.

It must have been incontinence from excessive pleasure.

The thought of making fun of me as a mannequin with this raised my head in my mind, but I immediately shook my head.

It’s a once-in-a-lifetime first experience, and I thought it would be better to make it as romantic as possible.

With the techniques she has accumulated over the years, she has sent Dorothea, a virgin, to heaven, so she will probably praise the goddess of wisdom in heaven for doing a good job.

To receive the reward, I undid her belt and took off her pants.

My son had already been ready for a long time.

When I took off my panties, a thick pillar came out like a spring, and I climbed onto the bed and brought it to Dorothea’s small lips.

Then she said to Dorothea, who looked up at me with a puzzled expression.

“Suck it.”