Goddess, Help Me!

Demon Dragon King, Car Run.

Now he takes on the figure of a woman of man, but his nature is an old dragon that combines fierceness and coolness.

As a first consideration, when the demon dragon comes to visit, the man in charge also imitates the appearance of a person. Because the inner castle of the succubus is too narrow to even move with the original giant exposed.

Two of the three subordinates I brought were blurry and stood still fascinated by Lioner.

The Demon Dragon King flaunts his shoulders with chills in view of his useless subordination.

"I think I was accidentally fascinated. I didn't know you were here to replenish. So, did Prep's pretty princess wake up?

"It's my spouse. It's not yours."

Put your back behind you and put your arms around the closed door.

I can't be optimistic, even though I tied the line. Car Run is better than Medismult. Now I wanted to keep some nasty demon dragons away from her.

"You're right, I'm admiring it now. Get it back out, old man."

"Young people who don't have their egg shells off their asses say business."

Pic, and controlling the subordination of the remaining one who trembled, Car Run laughs corny as he hides his mouth with his sleeve.

"I wonder what it would be like to be forced on a woman (stomach) who doesn't like the Succubus King?

"Impossible, etc."

"Really? From the door there came the smell of bitter tears"

I got a challenging look.

Slightly deflect the jaw and look back from the length.

"Shall I ask you to stop sticking your long neck in the waste of snakes in the matter of my Succubus?"

"Oh, oh, I'll intimidate you a little while ago.... Well, that's good. Because this time it's not about playing with it."

"Hung."

The air, which in an instant made me nervous, instantly regained its original serenity again.

The Lioners watching the two slowly exhale the breath they were packing.

"It's new rice. Prep puts herself in this position for a while."

"Why?"

"You've got that good living human being in this castle. I was going to take you back to the castle of Preah... but if you're going to stick to the Succubus, it's better to create it here."

"Turn that into your half-demond?

I'm guessing you've already gotten information from Lioner about a spell artist named Sani.

Asked by Medismult, the bright red lips of the Demon Dragon King slowly drew an arc.

- I was also surprised by that girl, Medismurt. The same goes for my prowess as a magician, but it's the strength of my mental powers that made me raise my ratings from this one.

Rioner, entrusted with the management of Sani, chose and beat several succubus based on her character and her subordinates' proficiency. They gathered predominantly those who were addicted to crushing resistance.

Fallen from the body a person who has someone in his mind who thinks of him.... It's not that hard for a succubus. Many brave men have now been eaten and scattered by those under their command.

As a pleasant fallen before handing Sani over to the Demon Dragon King, it can be said that Rioner's idea to devour him as much as he can be greedy is a natural idea as a succubus.

But she did not give in to temptation in any way.

Those who imitated the appearance of childhood taming (Ozroth) were also targeted, but they were all returning the favor.

No matter how much you caress, you don't react to your body at all, but on the contrary, you look through one with a cold gaze at the naked body of a hurried succubus,

"... Huh."

He even made a quiet mockery of a geisha with pity eyes on one of his groins.

He said his heartbroken men continued to emerge. Though some of them have woken up to their abusive tastes.

I admire it's a lot of mental power nonetheless. There's nothing to keep human. It's a rare delicacy.

But if you're a man with a personality other than Osroth, you're about to be added to the family of the Succubus as a valuable force.

"It depends on his qualities and guts. I found the prep to be ready."

I've got a good eye, and the Dragon King continues to agree with Medismurt.

Rioner nods small. Have you already finished the face-to-face?

"What's the price of your stay"

"Let me lend these people. In the daytime, the rotten flowers will become more powerful than ever."

"If you don't come near the throne room without my permission,... no, I won't walk through the castle on my own, let's admit it"

"- That's not a contract. Then I'll take care of you. I'll show you the last name."

"I'm telling you, it's Leonard! I can't remember how many times I've said it."

Even though he's been dating a long time, the boy complains zero bumps. Car Run followed his puffy swollen cheeks with beautifully polished nail tips.

"... would you like a warm room, the sunniest room in the guest tower?

"No, in the south tower. It'll be cramped in the guest tower."

"I don't care either way."

The south tower is close to the castle gate. In other words, the furthest from the throne room.

Car Run will be able to spot you for turning away from this place where she is because of her narrowness. But there was no dissatisfaction from her.

"You don't even need to make it up. Let's say we also procure our own food. There's going to be more delightful meals than when you're in Premier Castle."

"If you want to eat brave men, don't pull to the edge like that. I wish you lived near Tayan like a succubus. I really don't care if you move every castle."

"If you lived in such a small, narrow land, you'd catch your breath. It's only reasonable to stop by when you forget."

To the boy's lead, the Demon Dragon King and his men continue.

Dropping off their hindsight. Medismurt turned his face to the only one who remained on the spot.

What can I do for you?

I asked, but there will only be one thing.

The woman, briefly questioned and piercing her silence by erasing signs all the while the demon dragon kings conversed, moved her seductive eyes up and her lips small.

"... are you asleep now?

"I have no right to answer you."

Put your temper on a chilled voice.

I looked down untouched at the little bouncing luxury.

Beautiful enough to be "inclined" if you go to the world. In a succubus whose appearance is polished in proportion to her strength, the woman in front of her boasts beauty second only to that of Lioner. By hunting the brave vigorously, she ascended from the mediocre Middle-Demon to the third place of the Succubus.

A woman with an extraordinary amount of beauty compared to when I first met her - but no matter how beautiful she is, she doesn't touch the Medismurt harp line at all. If a woman's words and actions were to be touched, it would be the reverse scales.

"Me, um..."

"Forgive me. You will enter the throne only in the absence of me and Lioner."

A woman pushed her back and shut her mouth before she made a request.

For Medismult, this woman's presence is inferior to many others. No matter how many words you ask me to exhaust, I'm not willing to associate you with her. Outside, whether conscious or not.

When I allow him to enter as a watchdog guarding the throne room in an emergency, he pierces through the thoroughness of not letting him enter unless he has perfectly covered the sleeping area with an opaque junction, as he does now.

In case she wants to call this woman after she's completely recovered her memory -... she'll be able to leave in silence. Or it could go in the direction of disposing of a woman.

Keep the blind woman alive because it's the brave production period. A handkerchief just a little better than the others, that's all a woman deserves.

"You had an explosion earlier. Corsella, if you need anything else, you can handle it."

Called his name, his big eyes, bordered by long lashes, blinked slowly.

I hear that few brave men fall at first glance at that beauty that seeps through tears. but it naturally doesn't work for Medismult.

"Corsera. Who am I?

"…, … Succubus Demon King… Your Majesty, in"

"You're a bastard who can't hear the king's life."

"... no... I did. I'll come back here after I've compiled the damage and given instructions to my men."

"You don't have to come. Rendezvous with Rioner, who's finished guiding the guests. Finish the process. Reports will be received from Lioner. - Go away."

In tears, Corcela left in a gracious manner.

From the side, he looks really weak, shy and healthy. But I won't be fooled upstairs. What is swirling in her head right now is not a lovely lament like the heroine of tragedy, but a cursing murmur at the Succubus Demon King (Medismurt).

"I have the feminine strength of a succubus, I like it there" - I recall the words she used to say.

... I don't know, a woman who shares her past.

Jealousy sprung up instantly too big to smile at the crap. Immediately restrain swollen emotions.

I would have told the Dragon King too.

She's already mine. I won't give it to anyone.

I have the power to do that right now.

I grumble in my heart over and over and kick the unpleasant emotions that gush out of my chest.

Medismurt exhaled loudly before returning his heel.

Return to the inside of the door and walk past the sleeping area and next to the figure to the hidden door. I stood beside her as she quickly prepared what she needed and slept.

Untie the line.

I carefully wiped her skin with care and changed the sheets with familiar hands.

Put on a fluffy thin fabric baby doll for a frilly hem.

One she chose tonight because she wouldn't let it touch anyone's eyes was something she herself loved before that day.

Lay yourself next to her and put your hands on soft skin.... no sign of waking up.

Maybe he's in his dreams again. I prayed deeply that the flying tip of her consciousness would be the sea of her own memory, not that of her daughter in another world.

Please, I want you to wake up completely as soon as possible.

And I want you to remember the last promise I made with Medismult. Otherwise I can't go any further.

Every day I keep begging because I want to be given a treasure I won't get no matter how much I rush.

I have felt for as long as I have ever felt for eternity, but I have been devastated by "hunger" that I have barely felt since the day I regained consciousness once.

I want to drag her down to hand and tie her up to the geese, who is next door but still feels far away.

I want to frustrate it, blame it, and spoil it enough to dissolve in drool.

"... Promise..."

Not like back then.

Now Medismult is a horny demon king, so you don't have to keep your promises to her hard. If you want to, you can rebel against any number of them.

I'm probably dragging that on forever because her face burns in the back of her brain when she exchanges words and doesn't leave.

I can't get my hands on the bedroom conditioning, or maybe I can put my hands on the blind corsera, because I have a lot to do with her -

Put your hands through the rich dark hair and stroke it to comb.

I pecked my lips many times and also mouthed them on my nose, cheeks and forehead.

Gently scratch up your hair around the top of your left ear to include the small projection that appeared in your mouth. I picked it up in my mouth. Licked it to roll at the tip of my tongue.

"... mmm..."

There is no appearance of force in the picnic and trembling limbs.

I gently stroked the rich swelling up and down quietly in my hand. The red marks I just scattered and the top of my chest are lustrous through the thin fabric.

"... I have something to say to you when I wake up"

So hurry up. I want you to put sweetness on my poor voice and call me by my old nickname.

The whispers of Medismurt dissolved in the air in the hall without anyone being blamed for it and disappeared.