Goddess, Help Me!

Face the youth with difficulty coping.

Medismult stays on the hook.

"... I'm not exaggerating in my current story. Rioner is a brilliant succubus. Besides... I can't use the same means as this person"

"Well, I can't help it. It's not the king who's raising the young and moving the army, it's me... it's distorted, isn't it? That's why there's such a weird faction of anti-demon kings in the clan."

"I don't mind. No matter what anyone tells me, it makes no difference that I am the current Succubus Demon King. And… be your faithful servant."

Beautiful bass told him without precipitation. First half to Rioner, second half to me.

No, wait a minute.

What's that face like, "I've got a beautiful summary of the story"? Because I'm a wuss. Because beauty is ruined.

Besides, right now, there's a word you can't overhear, right?

"Um."

"Whatever. My Goddess."

…… ... er, what's an "anti-demon king"?

I was also taught that the Demons are not good at it and that the Succubus can show strength in their sleeping quarters and dreams, but they are not good at direct combat.

That would be pretty unfavourable if they could target a weak time zone, such as daytime, for a total offense.

I don't know how many succubus there are. Still, aren't there some parts that are at stake if individuals don't follow each other?

Yet instead of a single rock, a faction is formed? I don't know what that means.

That Medismult's enemies are not only from (and within) the human world...?

"You mean those who defy the Demon King, as its name suggests. Specifically, if you don't like what I'm saying and doing, you're talking about people who breathe."

Rioner took over Medismurt's words affirming the doubt.

"Because Medismult is an incomplete king. I can't help but be dissatisfied with my devolved power."

"Goddess, by the way, the head of the Antidemonic Kings will be sitting here in Rioner"

"Really? It's true that I'm making up for the king's shortage, so it's a shame that the anti-demonic kings should take me up as a new king. But I don't want to be king myself, do I? I guess being at the top of the faction means a lot of surveillance."

It was the moment I caught a glimpse that the Demons also had complicated circumstances and rushes.

Are these parts no different from human beings? The Demons were more like living true to their instincts. Surprised.

By the way, there are roughly two kinds of Demon King.

"The Birth Demon King", who was born and is destined to become the Demon King, and "The Latter-day Demon King", who is recognized by the former Demon King and takes over his power to succeed him. The current King, Medismurt, is said to be the Latter-day Demon King. Apparently my predecessor was the Birth Demon King.

If Rioner is to stand as the next demon king, he must be recognized by Medismurt and take over power from him. Even if his subordination reverses the present Demon King, it is impossible for his subordination to replace him.

If the demon king is debated before he nominates the next generation, the next demon king will be born somewhere in the demon kingdom. They have to look for a new king in a clan outing to protect him. That could be tough.

"So there are those who are too used to being given the essence to lose their hunting instincts. It's really lamentable."

"It's sad. Saul, can't you just say that? Pup."

"Things will be different from mine."

Pompom and conversation play.

Looks like the two of us aren't bad friends.

Yet it is a strange story to make that the leader of a faction rebelling against Medismult is Lioner.

"... you're a customer"

"Lioner."

"Yeah, I'm coming. I'll take care of the rest."

Rioner stood up piously and bowed cutely, opening the big door and leaving. Drop off a small back.

We were alone in the hall.

Did a new brave man come to the castle of the Demon King? I twitch on the bed in a sudden situation.

For the arrival of the brave, there is no nervousness at all in the medismults, either, who have walked away or who remain in front of them. Maybe it's really just a visitor.

My world stays in this great hall, and I have no idea what's going on on on the other side of the door.

"Goddess. Aren't you tired?

Cared for, he shook his head small, left and right.

If you really don't have anything to worry about, if you don't mind continuing the conversation...... it's time for me to tell you.

There's no Ozros or Lioner, now's your chance to be alone with him. I felt spared sleeping here and interrupting my dreams.

... Yes, this is a dream.

A bit tired I created in my head, a grand delusion that should be...

A clear dream would be as unfolding as I imagined. The sky can fly, and the walls of this hall will surely slip through easily.

But in fact, my body wouldn't float in the universe if I imagined it, and I felt like I shouldn't go to the other side of those two doors for some reason.

I'm not saying that there's a trap in the door or anything like that, but that the idea of 'it's still early' is stronger than interest in the outside world.

"Mae... are you sure she's alive? Are you sure this world exists?

Repeat the questions you have thrown before.

Somewhere in my mind I had a sense that I was accepting his presence very much. But even the part where I'm really not convinced remains.

Every time I spend more time with my youth, the line between reality and unreality becomes blurred -

"... your hand"

Reduced by a step and a half, Medismult received with respect the hand I offered.

I am led to touch his neck muscle.

The feeling of pulsating inside my skin came from my fingers.

"Make sure as many times as you want. I am alive. And so is this world."

"... yeah"

"This is how you touch me. I can exchange words… that's all you have to say."

A brave man sent from the world to hear what was going on with the demon clan of the demon kingdom.

I was taught that there are diverse species among those who are called demons, such as family members or half demons.

I caught a glimpse of the side that Medismurt's ruling Succubus is not actually a single rock.

...... but.

Why am I here in the first place?

Why are you treating me like a god?

- The fundamental question has not yet been resolved at all. Even though what I want is not knowledge of the outer moat, but something to do with myself.

"This great hall and... my dreams are connected, why?

I'm not a god. It's just a human being.

"… I can't respond any more"

Listen, I know I have myself convinced that... On the other hand, there's a corner of my head where I understand from the beginning that I can't get an answer if I want to know.

- My grabbed hand is hot. I feel my body temperature is going up a little bit when I get caught.

I gently pulled my arm to escape from his hands, which were largely powerless. Then the youth followed in strength. He's connected. He's not willing to let go of his hand.

"I too am eager for the opportunity to ripen as soon as possible… please forgive me now"

"Huh!"

My mouth is dropped on the back of my hand. I traced my lips to the inside of my wrist to raise the gaze Medismult was laying low.

All of my consciousness is going to be sucked into the trouble-moistened red balls.

His hips up from the position he knelt on the floor further reduced the distance between the two. Salarily flowing long hair. Beauty looms in front of you.

I was just keeping one hand, but my heart was bouncing so annoying. My mouth dries with tension. The squeezed voice plundered.

"Mae..."

"My goddess. If the time is up, can you forgive me for taking everything from you...?

Whispered.

A young man's exhale fell on his lips....... warm and soft feeling.

Repeatedly and gently pecked to close the eyelids.

- I was totally swallowed by the atmosphere of Medismult.

It's not like he's being held in captivity so he can't move. If you want to escape, just gently pull your torso. But the actual me... instead of resisting, I'm not surprised, and I take his lips in the comfort that it's normal to be.

A labour-minded kiss to the prudence of asking about my mood.

When I put my strength into my connected hand, they shook me back the same way.

The other arm gently surrounds me. A hand turned on his back stroked his spine over the dress, his piqun and shoulder jumped.

"... as Rioner said earlier. If you are meant to be a demon king, you must give moderate pet for the training of your subordination. But I...,... am not a complete demon king"

between sweet and serene touches, he says. There was no sadness in that voice. For a moment there was something to indulge in, but that's all.

Even thin eyelids open. Covering the front of the eye is a beauty that is not compromised even at close range.

Chiu, the sound touches your cheeks and nostrils all the time.

He slowly entered through his mouth, which was sucked on the lower lip and opened.

"Hmm......"

I still don't feel like rejecting the slippery tongue as it gets a little deeper.

Rub your tongue tips together.

My heart is going to explode.

How can you be so thrilled? This isn't the first kiss of my life, even though I've been there before.

I'm ashamed, nervous, and more comfortable and comfortable with everything given to me by the youth than that.

"... ugh,... mmm..."

Pi and Pi lick each other and come and go through the oral cavity.

My voice fell out of my nose between breaths. My whole body flames with a sweet voice that I don't think is my very own.

Not only my face, but my ears and neck must be bright red.

Sy didn't kiss her ex-husband much. The act of mixing saliva was refreshing to see what was fun, and neither of us had ever been obsessed with kissing -... what a thought, a very small pain ran on the tip of our tongues.

"Eh,"

"Now... it is I who have the monopoly over you"

He was sweetly bitten with pointy dog teeth.

I whispered a word. Medismurt takes my lips away from me again. Carefully licked to heal the irritation that ran for a moment.

I'm not putting it to attitude. But for a moment, I thought of someone else, and he might have seen me through my head.

There is strength in the hands placed on the back.

By the way, the mouthfeel just spoiled suddenly increased the intensity.

The tip of his tongue is tangled up by a young man who changes angles and pushes deeply into it. The sound of rubbing and swallowing saliva is vivid.

A tongue tickling his upper jaw glances through the dentition.

It's painful, yet at the same time uncomfortable and pleasant.

What should I do?

I can't think of anything else.

It quickly dominates the oral cavity and I just repeat my gasping breath. From there I continued to be flirted with the passion Medismult gave me for a while.