Goddess, Help Me!

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"... he's such a young girl. Did you grab it?

"No way. I picked it up, near the castle"

"Heh..."

Rioner, who came back to the castle a day late from me, went through his bedroom. Let those who refrain fall back and sit down on their beds.

Ahead of the two stares, a man of the devil's clan who sleeps while being done.

A merciful gaze and intriguing gaze will not open a man's lid.

I'll gently retract my hair stuck on my forehead with sweat so that it can be seen well from Rioner, who peeks seriously in from the side of the bed. The man's face that showed up was cheerful and at the same time had a distressed look on his face.

"I wonder if I can be a half demon."

"I'll make it."

"You're so confident. It's so promising, this kid."

"The man I chose."

Comb a few times and enjoy the touch, then slide your hands to your neck, chest. He repeatedly stroked his shallow upward and downward chest plate to work.

"Become a half demon" means "create and change the body". He is now fighting unimaginable pain.

It is said that how much one can withstand this test determines how much power one takes over from one another and how much new power one can acquire.

"What's your name?

Leonard asked me and I hesitated for a moment to open my tease.

"Me, Murumu."

"Hmm?"

"Meishu Muyu"

"Hmm?

"... it's hard to call it, isn't it? It's a long time."

"Your majesty is a weird toko and you're gonna have a bad tongue."

"Shut up."

Maybe I'll give it a nickname.

He's the man I'm going to be with for a long time. It would be inconvenient without an easy name to call. Mostly me.

Let's decide my nickname by the time I woke up...... with that in mind, I kept stroking him as I chatted with Lioner.

"Don't give him a strange name on your own," depressed by the man who regained consciousness, pushing off his opinion, "Okay, this is easier said than done," and starting calling him by a nickname a little farther away from his unique name is a little more of a story away.

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My whole body pounds. Screaming from head to toe.

I temporarily let my consciousness out of my body trying to escape the pain.

The quickest way to get into a young man's slutty dreams if you're going to recover. But now I wanted more rest than a meal.

I like dreams of tranquillity, fun and peace. It would be nice to have human spinning that matches the wavelength with me.

Fly your consciousness out of the castle wondering if you have a nice dream somewhere.

But people's dreams were stained with bravery.

Humans who did not know that the "brave men of their original ancestors" were already out of breath still seemed to let him carry hope.

dreams spinning by those who are called the people. All of them are dazzling enough to be violent.

I didn't want to be among the people who were in a position to carry the country. In dreams filled with lust for power and honor, I'm drowning now.

I have some slutty dreams, but my forefingers don't work very well.

It would be a waste of time waiting for the dreams you want here to spin.

Sooner or later, the world will know that the "brave men of the original fathers" have been exterminated. Then the humans begin to support those who decide, or stand up, 'I am the true brave man'. When this happens, it's just hard and unsavory dreams to spin.

The production period of the brave will soon come.

Gradually from where many people live, the serene dreams I seek now disappear.

Go farther. It flowed to the end of the border in search of the dream to seek.

But human dreams, which are the best they can get through the days, are not nutritious enough. He says he can't hope to recover no matter how much he's immersed in this.

... tear-wet red balls pass the back of your brain.

I made a promise. At the very least, we need to get back on track. I'm happy to make that kid cry, but I don't want to make him cry like that again.

Ahead I even jumped over the border and wandered, I finally found a place to live in peace.

Healthy human spinning dreams, both physical and mental, that lead to a full routine.

Tranquil, joyful, serene dreams.

I'm already crossing my limits myself. I have no confidence or room to look for any more dreams.

I squeezed my last force and jumped into the warm, lukewarm light.

"Shee, it's over for two. Let's go to lunch. '

"That's unusual. I can't believe Sy's sleeping."

'... yeah... it was this morning that I finished the report... ugh... what the hell, I had some weird dreams'

"Sa, just stand and clean up, Degree of Fidelity! Where are we eating today?

'You can learn to eat, but I might feel like going outside today.... What's a dream?

"Um, did you get pushed down by a huge boob tackle or so from your amazing beautiful sister?

"What's that?"

"Sy, your system's aspirations..."

"No, no, no, no."

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The man who made it beautiful was more than I could imagine.

The face, I guess, is fairly normal. If it's the same guy, Rioner is definitely prettier. If you throw it into a horny devil who takes a similar look around his age...... still in there somewhere? He had a neat but lustrous face.

I thought it was better than I imagined.

"Welcome to my castle"

Pic, and the man who shakes his shoulder and tries not to move grabs his shoulder and arm from left to right.

"Let go...!

"It's okay. I wouldn't bother picking it up if I were going to kill you."

One of the bloody men in the hall stuffs up on him. I guess you tried to blame me for being disrespectful. I sent my eyes to my subordinates to control my movements.

Lifting his hips from the throne, he descends the stairs and succumbs to the front of the forcibly fumbled man.

Salarily combed the forehead hanging on his forehead of the man who chewed his teeth and glanced up at this one.

"Beautiful."

When I saw it in the swamps, it bounced off the slightest light of the sunset, and I think back to the scene earlier.

Now the sky is already stained with darkness. Between dim thrones lit only by small lights, the silver thread washed away with mud stains sparkled out of place.

Brilliant silver hair aligned with the red balls of burning eyes that make you ask about the strength of your will and the extent to which you hide your ears. I guess the only reason I can only see my face is because it was before the man still gave me strength. Not lustrous enough. I don't know a woman. I smell innocent.

Young demons. I'm still a little bud now.

But the qualities are impeccable.

I'm looking straight in the face, but instead of being fascinated, I'm staring at you. It may have its original personality, but it's a lot of mental power.

Grow it with your own hands and polish it carefully, and you will - transform it.

It would blossom large circles of flowers.

My chest thumps at the exhilaration that the hunch that passed when I picked up the man seemed to be in the middle and the expectations that would make a difference in my slow routine.

Excited to stare at him, I noticed.

"Oh, he's sown in rotten flowers."

I feel signs of plants in my body.

There was a point. That's why you're so debilitated.

"You're a bloodsucker, aren't you? How could you have been in that swamp?

"... it's none of your business"

"Phew."

I chewed gently with my index finger in my mouth. Gently shake the seeping fingertips of blood in front of a man.

"Race name, unique name, reason I was in that place... if I can be honest with you about it all, you can lick what seeps out"

His throat gobbled up and down. The gaze nails on my finger.

Less than a drop was applied to his thin lips so that they could not be worn.

A man closes his tight eyelid.

It is the blood of the Magic Dropping Succubus King. It would be too sweet a temptation for a bloodsucker. I became more and more interested in him, who had the patience not to jump at me and just get lost this way. Because if you were a cohort, you would be falling just because you smelled blood.

Was there any circumstance? Or is there another reason I don't want to tell you...

"...,... Bloodsucking, Medismurt. I recently welcomed an adult into the realm and was on my way to Tayan for hunting...... I got lost in that swamp"

A man licks the red color out of Peroli and his own lips. I gave my fingertips to the tongue I was offered to beg.

I conceive as I watch him lick and suck the seeping vibes heartlessly.

Tell him to give us the information for the blood, man - Medismurt responded to that suggestion. That means you shouldn't be lying.

... but if you're going for Tayan from the bloodsucking territory, the path is the opposite...

Focusing on the castle of the Bloodsucking King, Tayan is north, and the swampy wetlands of decaying flowers are south. The castle of the Demon Dragon King where I was staying is located southwest, and the castle of the Succubus Demon King is located east.

When I go from the castle (here) to the Dragon King (Car Run), I must cross the blood-sucking realm as I proceed at the shortest distance.

But we, the Succubus and the Bloodsuckers, have long been unfamiliar (because of the food situation, it's deeply rooted. Because both of my favorites depend on humans), I always have the devil dragon as a drop-off flying around the south in a big detour to avoid the extra rubbing.

That's why I was able to discover him, but...

"... directional tone deafness"

The man stiffened up gibberish as he sucked on his fingertips. My face staring at this one at the top of my head is swollen and reddish.

I accidentally blew it out. Drawing stars.

Shut up is not too much of a situation. My self-esteem was hurt when I was picked up by an unfriendly horny devil who was getting lost and dying, or something like that.

Pull your finger laughing with Couscous. I clasped his jaw with my wet index finger in the man's saliva.

"Was it delicious?

"... not unsavory"

A gaze restlessly wandering around the diagonal bottom as he lay low to avoid me peeking in.

- I knew I had a good pick up. It was a moment when my hunch turned to certainty.

I've never seen a man so funny. I liked the fact that I wasn't being honest.

I'm used to being Fu. So it obviously seemed fresh to me to get this attitude from the younger, younger, downgraded people.

If you get tired of it, you can throw it away.

Let's make this man.

"Hey, my - I don't want more blood from the Succubus Demon King...?

"... the consideration"

"Everything about you. I want half a demon."

It is this spiritual strength at a young age not long after adulthood. The qualities are impeccable. I feel a big stretch.

"Demon King, don't let one or two of the half demons serve you." What a return of interest to those who have played. You'd be surprised to find out whoever could have obeyed you as a family member is an ex-blood sucker.

"It's up to you to drop on me... but if you work hard, you can control the rotten flowers that are implanted in your body. Then if you learn to metastasize, the problem of directional tone deafness will be solved. It's incredibly good for you, too, don't you think? If you don't like it, you can stay like this and become a seedling bed for rotten flowers, and I'll throw you out to the swamp."

I can't help but be happy.

To my sudden suggestion, both he and the surrounding deliveries are taken aback.

Only my couscous and leaking covert laughter echoed in the quiet space.