Goddess, Help Me!

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Dan, dan, dan!

Hacked at the dull sound.

Attempting to keep an eye on the source of the sound, I notice that my neck does not turn. My vision remains dark and I can't move it like my whole body was in gold bondage.

"You're not going to get out in front of you in that thin, dirty outfit, are you?

"Lord, there you are! Hey, he came to this castle...!

The unusual voice before the change of voice belongs to Lioner.

I wonder if he's on the other side of the closed door, and Osroth's creaking screams arrived.

"I can't believe you're chasing me all the way to the demon world, man."

"Huh!... at the mercy of my hometown... spare me, don't just take my life and do it...!

"Begging for the life of a woman who threw it away? Ex-human thinking is pretentious."

"Whatever! More importantly, he stayed with me from birth until he left the village. He's my sister!

I can't even feel the spare shards, a grievous plea.

The scream of Osroth's soul, but the boy laughed with his nose.

"Are you in a position to do me a favor? You've gotten a lot better."

"Listen to whatever the Lord has to say! Working more now than ever! Even brave men don't choose to clean up from one end, so."

"Is it natural for a half demon to listen to the Lord, Desho?

Two intercessions continue across the door.

"Where is Sani! Please, let me see you...!

"Meh. I've already made up my mind about the future of that magician. Rest assured, the Succubus will not take her life."

"What do you mean!?

"Because it means the way it is. That's enough. - Ozroth, get yourself together and get back out there."

"... oh, okay, I got it"

The rhetoric was suddenly interrupted.

Ozros said something more. Even though it sounded like it. I wonder if the word "I can put it back out" became an order.

The half demon was taught to be absolutely obedient to the command of the Creator. Maybe some kind of compulsion works for one conversation as well.

"Hmm? I'm awake?... I think half of it is Toko."

Now there's a boy's voice coming from overhead.

You must have come from a distance to the side of the bed.

"Medismult's not here either, and if you're going to wake up, maybe a little later.... Sleep well and nourish your English. Quickly reassure her..."

I felt my floating perception sink loosely as I was pulled by a discouraged whisper as I sang.

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"Please wait!

Carried up the stairs by the youth. I settled my hips on the throne.

I look down at Corsera with cold eyes as she kneels on the floor and twists her hips.

"Aren't you all that lately! Please give me the honor of serving on your side!

"- I don't have the muscles to direct you?

The beauty trembled.

If you're scared, I wish you hadn't told me from the beginning.

"It's up to me to decide who I spend time with. If you're a good boy, I can call you back."

"... Yes"

"Lovely Corsera. I like a good listener, don't I?

"Oh yes......!

Corsera leaves the room looking back again and again to drag the untrained.

Silence descended between the thrones.

Invite youth. His jaw, kneeling in the front, was quickened up with the toe of his shoe.

"... you can play with the guy now, not me"

"You really think so?

A disgruntled voice is a voice whose gaze swings and lays low.

I'm not being honest at all.

"That kid and you are completely different. - Look at me. Are you hungry?

hesitatingly rising gaze.

"... no"

"Well, why don't you go with my meal first?"

"... here, huh?

"If you don't like it, you can have it in your room."

Smiling at Nicole and offering her hands, the youth exhaled heavily and narrowed the distance by half a step.

The body floats. Feeling the feel of his hard arms on his back and thighs, he turned his arms around his neck muscles and hugged him.

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I was in the big hall again if I noticed.

Depressed to get up and turn over. I felt strange there.

Not so much as a gold tie, but I still can't move my body. I don't have a voice. I just could barely move my head, so I'll circle my neck and see if anyone's around.

- There he is.

Medismurt and Lioner.

... what are you doing, those two.

"Hmm, not graceful enough"

"Give me more specific advice"

"Like closing your sides?

A young man with both knees on the floor and on his way to an unmanned throne located at the top of the stairs.

"Here."

"Ah, maybe better than just now. But I'm missing something."

"... What's this?

A boy who stands beside it and troubles himself with his hands on his face as he looks down at the youth.

"Far from elegance"

"Then what's this?"

"I feel a little different. It's good to stretch your spine..."

"Deep down, what's a dungeon?"

... practice the dugout? - Huh!

Regardless, Medismult doesn't have the atmosphere to joke about Lioner either.

That means you two seem to be taking it very seriously.

Underground practice......

Oh, come on. It's okay, Succubus. I'm getting seriously worried. Aren't you the greatest people here and the next greatest!?

I want to put a big penetration in it.

Sneak behind me like this and span the back of their heads with a slipper or a harrison! I want to slap him. If it's painless and light and loud, a pico hammer or something.

Do you also practice sliding dungeons in places I don't know about?

... I didn't want to know.

"That's right. Hey, why don't you use your appearance? If you check with your own eyes, you might improve."

The boy runs away to the back of the stairs.

but came back in seconds of things.

"Help me with the Medicine Mult, too! I'm not the only one who can carry it."

"... chip"

"Oh, my God! I'm not tongue-in-cheek! You can't be a good adult."

"I don't think a fine adult would even make a young one."

"I'm a cute tease. Faster than that, over here. … but it's really inconvenient for a king to abstain."

Now the two of us disappear beyond the hidden door.

As I watched them carry in the big mirror, I was struck again by fierce drowsiness.

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"Ah, I'm tired..."

I walked into my private room and threw a dosari out of my body in my favorite bench.

I don't even feel like taking my coat off.

Point your toes at the young man who followed you later.

I don't hate heeled shoes. I also know it's a physical outfit. But it's not for long journeys, is it? I'm sorry I didn't take my spare shoes because I had trouble changing them.

"Let me take it off. Will you finally rub my leg?

"... why me"

The young man with a chirping tongue still tried to carry out what he was told. Whilst complaining about the bumps, the hand movement accompanying my feet is very polite.

"Wait a minute."

Once the separated youth came back with a basin.

Clean it up to between your fingers with a soft cloth dipped in water.

My favorite scented oil was a troll draped on my moisture wiped leg. My calves and long fingers slip from the soles of my feet. There was a sigh of comfort.

Exquisite force applied and subtracted to unravel the feet. relaxed on the bench.

"Get dressed?

"You want me to take it off?

To an inquiry from the man who started cleaning up the basin by wiping the excess oil at the end, I return it with an inquiry.

"... hun"

"Come."

"Oh, do you mind?"

"Fine. But just a little bit."

It was a reward for being able to "wait" well, and the young man frowned uncomfortably when he continued.

The bench takes the weight of a second person and makes a slightly squeaky noise.

He's not willing to take down a far-fetched proposal even if he gets stuck with me.

"Don't ever wear this dress again."

"Doesn't it look good?

"... my chest is too open"

The upper body sinks into the seat by a slowly stretching man. My coat fell to the side of the chair. Tongue crawls on exposed neck muscle.

With glossy hair tangled in my fingers, I pulled out my whole body in preparation for the impulse to come next.

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... that.

Looks like he's back in the big hall again.

But not on the bed this time. - I was floating in the universe.

Maybe drifting will stick better. My gaze is pretty high. The ceiling is close.

There was a hookah right next to me, and when I realized it, I was so surprised that I didn't have a voice. Bicilli and solidified spreading near me.

... They don't have the will to attack.

One of the thin crawls stretched out as if seeking a handshake, and when I poked a little with my fingertips, a puffy little flower blossomed at the end of the crawl.

Horrible about friendly attitude. I don't even feel like I can resist instead of winning if I get attacked.

I look under my eyes again.

I discovered it without having to look for Medismult... and leaned my neck.

The center of the hall. Before I look down, the bed I'm using is placed. I don't know how many days it's been here since my last dream, but perhaps Rioner put me back in position.

Medismurt was standing beside the bed and giving himself up.

That's it, well. The problem is...

It's a woman in bed.

... who?

The less exposed mermaid line dress floats the lines of the body. Wherever you leave, wherever you pull in, you pull in. The feminine shape is different from Cee's, no matter what you think.

I couldn't see her face blocked by half naked lengths and long flowing hair, and my body naturally swam through the universe when I thought.

The dandruff spreads stretch to fit my movements. I was offered a bunch of intertwined crawls.

A chair?

You mean sit here?

Fuka, you're such a attentive girl......! I'm sorry I judged you by your appearance!

I lowered my hips to the crawling chair and peered into the bed again.

Dark hair with dark purple mesh. blue-white skin. The color of the eyes is hidden in a closed eyelid and I don't know. A woman who can't feel alive lies quietly.

Medismult had her hands on her chest.

Oh, hey, let me take it off... No, are you tying a fastening string (ribbon)? Surprised -...

There's a piece of cloth with similar material on the side of the woman, so maybe it's after I let her change....... hmm? That makes me moya...

Or who, this woman's person.

Wasn't that bed reserved for me?

Me and Fuka watch (?) Medismult, who finished finishing the dress, once left the bed with a chunk of cloth in his hand. Hand it to someone across the door and they'll come back with their heels back.

I peered into the woman and whispered something.

It's a beautiful bass I'm used to hearing. But there's a distance to what I said and I can't hear it.

Beauty comes straight to her face.

- I don't like it, I don't want to see it!

"Huh!?

As soon as I turned away from them, my vision dimmed.