Goddess, Help Me!

It looks like Lioner has her in mind as well as Medismurt.

Does that mean you two know she's a succubus?

Once Moya Moya, who intended to hold her back, came here to rebuild her momentum.

What if I were a Medismult lover or a daughter-in-law? It's not strange for him to have such an opponent, even for a horny devil who seems to want to connect his body more than sex. I wonder if there's a inheritance issue if you mean a king, er, I think I taught you about the Demon King before, but I can't remember... I'm not talking about the woman in this bed.

If it's someone else's stuff, I want to get out of here now.

But Medismult says it's brand new, but I think I know that woman. You mean she was renting my bed?

If so, I can't help but be creepy. It goes hand in hand with feeling the presence of others where I thought my territory was. Totally different from the feeling of staying in a hotel where you travel.

Oh, no. It's not my bed, this is Medismult's personal belongings, and maybe I just owe her and me. Then it's his freedom to put who to sleep here, it's wrong for me to complain... oh, I don't know where to hit this gushing discomfort anymore.

"What do you think"

"... 50%, maybe more than 60% are back. Wait a minute."

The two of us look at each other, to me, who shrugs in the maze of thought and shuts up.

A beautiful bass squeezes out of his rugged face, and a teasing disappearing young noise responds.

Put the tea bowl down and the boy lifted his hips off the floor.

Returns quickly with a large mirror through the concealed door. It was a familiar look.

"Ah. Rioner, that's all I can have on my own..."

"What?"

"Huh? I told Mae 'help me' because I was too heavy to carry it alone before"

"... when?

"... when practicing the dugout..."

A boy stopped moving around the bottom of the stairs.

I stare back at my eyes as if I were to eat this one, without understanding why. Did I say something weird... Oh yeah, I had one question for Lioner. Now listen to me as you change your mood.

"Who are you talking about 'that kid' that Lioner wants to reassure you about?

"... all mixed up, of...?

"Looks like there's a halfway fragment involved."

Rioner rested his mind and started walking, putting his appearance by the bed.

Medismult remains on his knees on the floor, softly restless. My gaze wanders.

"If we're getting back to this point, can we even get some rough treatment later...?

"Mm-hmm. It might be a little forceful, but maybe you'll wake up at once. So Yuka Medicine Mult is the limit of patience."

"That's right."

"Want to try?

"... take your seats off, Lioner. I leave the matter of the wise brave to you. I also entrusted the deputy of the Demon King with it. Put Corsera on your assistant."

"Period is"

"Three days. Let's get in touch here once after tomorrow. Until then, don't lean on anyone. In case of fire, call in front of the door, and forgive only your voice."

They put together a conversation between two people who could have left me alone.

In front of me with a question mark on my head, the boy cleans up his sleaze and tea utensils and politely gives them a bowl of grace.

"Take your time, then.... Goddess"

"What?"

"Give him a quick peace of mind, Medismult."

That seems to be the earlier response.

The boy quietly left the room. Medismurt looked back at the bed when he saw the door shut completely.

"Goddess. Here."

Beauty is hard. It thrills me up to how nervous you seem. I put my own hand on it, prompted by the hand offered, and got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror.

"- This is the answer to the question I received earlier."

I can't block my pompous open mouth.

Larger mirrors than a single window of the apartment fit into the decorated, sturdy looking frame. What you see in it is - a brunette woman standing holding her hand by a young man.

Sleeping in my bed in a dream that was with Fuka, she has her mouth half-opened and her startled eyes pointed at this one.

Busty breasts. Creased waist. Slurry and stretched thin limbs. The dress you wear is a non-exposed mermaid line.

No matter where you look at it, Sy and I are different.

I can't believe what I see in my eyes.

Unexpectedly glancing at her, she leans in the mirror the same way. Reaching out gently she moved at the exact same time.

Even the position of the bangle that fits in the arm and the way the gem shines. The color of the open eyes was constantly changing color like an oil film around red.

"By the way, goddess. Do you still have dreams of a daughter named Sy?"

I pull my gaze out of the mirror and look up next door.

Confusion deepened again at Mi Bass.

"Cee is me, dreams are not this world, the demon world is real too,... is that it? Mr. Mae, how do you know my name, if you ever named me... uh, more than that, how can I look like this?"

"You are you, and you are not from another world."

"Uh... no, but"

Sure, the first time I met Medismurt, it should have been like moving from apartment to bed. So, if I associate "I want to wear a dress" with the feeling of being too out of place, my image will be reflected. Clear dreams are amazing - how touching...

"No. I will not have given you such crude bedding, either now or in the past. Just before you woke up, you were just so illusioned with the aftertaste of wanting to be in the world."

My words were quietly denied. There is strength in the gripped hand. The young man's arms, who stood behind him after a few steps of movement, were gently turned to his abdomen.

This may be the first time we have ever stood in a situation like this with each other. I have more than one head. I get a slight hip pull on the height difference. Were you this long...?

Medismult cheeks on her dark hair. I was jigged across the mirror and an indescribable sensation ran up my spine. It's like adding about a spoonful of honey to the sense of crisis... what is this analogy? It's hard to get through!

Anyway - it's bad.

This atmosphere is dangerous. We need to do something before it gets flushed... Huh!

"Mae, uh"

"You saw him sleep with your own eyes, didn't you? What was I doing then?"

"Huh? I... tied the ribbon on the woman's dress... and it's like I'm letting her change... so I'm hookah, from around the ceiling, eh"

"Here's the thing?

The connected hand goes away and reaches out to the chest. A long finger broke the ribbon.

I stunned myself and tried to escape, but my abdomen was fixed and I couldn't even take a step.

The swelling is accompanied by hands. Critical gestures of touch or not began to follow the lines of the body. Trolley and melted red balls smile from inside the mirror.

"You were jealous of yourself playing with me. - How adorable."

"Chi,... ahhh..."

A grin that looks happy but doesn't cut off some strong tension.

Only the eyes shine like they had some sort of determination.

You were swallowed by his gaze, I can't take my eyes off the mirror.

"Did you think I hid it? My eyes won't be deluded. I understand you better than the goddess herself right now. I've been watching for more than thirty years than that day."

"Damn,... eh"

I can lick my ears at the same time as I whisper. I am frightened by the sound of water that offends my eardrum.

He shook his head aggressively and refused to feel wet.

"This one breaks my heart every day, but you're not connected. I guess the consciousness of my daughter from different worlds has become somewhat tamed. Being illusioned with myself while watching my daughter's daily routine, etc..."

My tongue crawls down to my neck muscle without refusal. My shoulder jumped perfectly.

I don't know what to do, I'm sure this is going to get to my core.

I want to hear it seriously, I feel like I have to concentrate and listen. Yet my body doesn't have the strength to do it.

"I thought you'd finally woken up. You've forgotten about the Succubus and even about me. If you combine rehab into a complete comeback and ask for brave measures, come and have a lukewarm emotion like someone else."

Medismult laughed at herself with a hoot.

Exhalation falls on my neck. I even pick up such a whispering, overly irritating sensitivity.

"... dugout practice is another thing I miss a lot"

"Huh..."

"To keep my promise to you, right? I also had a lot of difficulty manipulating this tone without resistance. … is a story of the past"

All I had to do was gently follow the surface of my chest. The force clasped in my hand.

The swelling changes shape slightly. My fingers sank slowly as I saved it to support it from the bottom and enjoyed the elasticity.

I can't resist grabbing my arm trying to stop the prank.

The clasp that was inside the unwrapped ribbon was also removed, and the blue-white skin from the chest to the valley touches the outside air. I was embarrassed to even look through the mirror and closed my eyelids.

"Ya... ah, ha, ha..."

"It's a great view"

"Ah."

A swelling hand plunders the crowd. My whole body got fever all at once.

The whole area is rubbed slightly and the pointy is rubbed at the same time. The feeling of separating a piece of cloth is exciting, yet I feel it in any way. It's unconscious to have cum force in your lower abdomen.

My fingers, which were moving to squeeze as I twirled, accidentally clawed. I got caught lightly and a sweet scream leaked.

"Wait... no... eh!

"... I've never thanked you for losing your compulsion more than at this time."

I have a hot tongue crawling on my neck and a hanging exhale.

Long hair chases lip movements. Tingling herself to the tickle, a tiny sore ran around the base of her neck.

"Rest assured, I'm not going to show you anything but me. From that day until today, and always will be... I'm the only one who can touch your soft skin."

Petite and small sounds. Together, the torso became a little easier. A hand that has removed the fastening from the valley further down sneaks sully into the inside of the dress.

I broke my torso trying to stop the intrusion. I bent over with the intention of nodding, but from my lower limbs I seemed to lose more strength than I thought, and my posture fluttered.

Medismult's arm supported his collapsing body.

Embraced, it was the intense fragrance that plundered my nose. It smells heavy and sweet of him.

- I think I'm drunk. No, maybe he's already drunk. My heart sounds too loud and I'm about to burst.

"Mae...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

My whole body jumped bikun.

Hardness touching your hips from behind.

It's not a jarring ornament. Much hotter than that. I get pushed high and my heartbeat claps.

No, no, shaking your head doesn't loosen the restraint.

Fingers slip from chest to shoulder. Medismult told her of her determination by sucking chuckles on her exposed skin.

"I'm not going to let you go tonight -... be ready"