Goddess, Help Me!

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Let your hazy, open eyes wander around you.

The first thing the sight captured was a heavy bed placed in the center of the hall. Beyond that I see a perfectly closed door. Polished floors, high ceilings and the appearance of a dandruff unnecessarily.

I was sitting on the throne.

And it's probably me sleeping in bed, too. I can't say enough, because the bed is surrounded by strange air and you can't see clearly.

Sin, and between the quiet throne.

Looking over again, I am amazed at the size of this space. It's luxurious, isn't it? Well, it's a place where kings usually are, so maybe it's normal to do everything in luxury. There will also be a physical appearance.

I felt my gaze and looked up.

I feel like I'm getting attention from the ceiling...... I don't think the plants have eyes, but maybe they perceive me sensibly.

Shake one hand small to try.

Then a pop pom and a few rounds blossomed towards this one.

Blooming may be a shark currents greeting.

After a silent exchange with the plant, I put a single elbow on the elbow of the throne to try to change my mind. Put your weight on and let it relax slowly.

- Somehow, I think I understand.

The awareness that seems to be tracing past memories in my dreams had already sprouted in me.

Recent dreams are all things that have absolutely no connection to Sy. I was a pool instructor. The routine is already far away. It was the days over there that were unusual. Just like Medismurt said.

And there are roughly three types of dreams I've been chasing while sleeping lately.

First of all, a dream I'm moving around as me.

Should I say trace back when I was active? Keep your thoughts intact at the time.

I can move and talk and interact with my surroundings, but I don't have a gap to pinch my own behavior.

Second, when your body doesn't move at all.

Sleeping, I mainly perceive the situation around me with my hearing. There are times when the lid opens just a little bit, but I'm so tired that I can't stay awake for long.

The third is exactly this state right now.

A dream where you are peeking at yourself sleeping from a third-party perspective. Looks like Fuka will recognize you for some reason.

I'm not sure what type of dream to fly to at what time, or that far either.

Looks like pieces of puzzle scattered in pieces.

Just don't be bound one by one. Think about it all together, I kind of grab it.

It's probably Medismult that will be the key.

He's quite young, coming out of his first dream.

Are you saying that your body line is still thin and you can't even grow up on your face? I got the impression of being midway between a young man and a boy.

Hair color and atmosphere are different now. There is no characteristic array.

From a distance, I think I'm someone else.

I decided that he was the same person because his face was still hard and he spoke with a beautiful bass that I would never forget once I heard it.

It's a bit mysterious where the boundary between the second and third dreams is drawn. Let's not know if we don't go through this more repeatedly.

My good and bad health at the time of my dreams, or the depth of my sleep, may make the difference between drifting and not being able to move.

His appearance is almost the same as it is now. Sometimes it's just a bunch of language and a little rough vibe. There was also a familiar figure of him that I knew well.

"Encounter" with Medismult is probably the oldest dream I've ever had.

His change (growth?) chronologically arranging the past in conjunction with...... I feel I can somehow grasp the situation.

"... me, Succubus King...?

Unbelievable, seemingly so convincing, conflicting emotions gush at the same time.

Dreams tracing what was happening at the time...... if my memory is certain, I am the Succubus Demon King and Medismurt was my half demon.

But the current Succubus Demon King is Medismurt.

Are two kings ants in one age?

Does the Succubus exist one man and one queen at a time?

... No. It doesn't stick. Deny yourself the floating assumptions.

Reassemble your thoughts again in your head.

He was a horny demon king. I met the bloodsucking Medismurt one day, and made him a half demon. Assuming that's all...

The months went by and there was some sort of incident.

I suffered some damage as a result of that.

To restore my health, I choose to enter the consciousness of the daughter of another world - "Sy" - who has the nature of spinning healthy and healthy dreams, both physically and mentally. At the same time, the body took a long sleep in this setting.

...... yeah. This one sticks better. Maybe this is the right thing to do because you have the feeling of being tamed under your consciousness.

What Medismult said about 'more than thirty years' is probably the period from the incident to the present.

'I can't wait any longer. I don't want to wait any longer.... Quickly, please wake up...!

'It's also the limit to continue to endure - …'

Beside me sleeping, there was mostly the figure of a worried young man.

Maybe he waited all the time for the day I woke up.

"Meh, Mae...? No, excuse me. ―――……

Yet I forgot all about Medismurt.

He's not the only one. About Lioner, about the other deliveries. This world itself was out of memory.

Except for the part I dreamed about. 'Cause I must be experiencing a lot of events. But only a handful of them still remembered.

If you've lived long enough, that's all you should have stacked your memories. But what's in me is a short time, and it's just fragments.

How disappointing it would have been. I'm filled with feelings of sorry given their mood.

- If I had been imprisoned for self-blame like that, something small would have passed into my sight while still reflecting hollow without meaning.

I look up at the ceiling following the hiccups and falling objects.

The flowers that Fuka had blossomed earlier instead of greeting me were scattered quietly.

When the petals reached directly below, the translucent air that surrounded the bed restored transparency.

It was hidden. That's where I'm exposed.

"- Yeah..."

It was for a moment that I was taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, the heat boils like blood all over his body. Keeping his cheeks under fire with his hands, he was stuffy without words on the throne.

What are you doing to me, Mae?

My body is asleep on the bed, as usual.

With only one piece of clothes-like clothing made of a thin, flimsy cloth, like throwing away the ability to wrap the body and hide the area.

... even though that's just shocking.

The figure of Medismult, who sleeps with his limbs tangled in me, came into view on a set.

What is it now? Are you stupid? I'm embarrassed to watch. Mr. May looks half naked all the time. Why are you sleeping on Betta Betta so much, this one? How long have you been in this state? Is this how you always sleep...? Hih!

I feel my body temperature is getting higher and higher when I imagine it.

You and I stood from the throne in suspicion of behavior.

I don't want to be in my sight as much as I can because shame accelerates. But I'd rather not have seen this situation in silence. The embarrassment is far higher.

Flirting down the stairs and walking over to the bed.

I looked alternately at myself sleeping and Medismult leaning against me and... covered my face with both hands.

Arm pillow or something. Arm pillow and heel!

And my chest is rubbed. Is this unconscious, Mae?

Even though the part being touched is untouched (?) It is strangely soggy. Anyway, I'm embarrassed and unbearable. Don't even stroke me all the time, oh yeah!

In an attempt to pull off the big hand that sets up the prank, he reaches into bed with shame and reaches for his own chest. My fingertips touched my skin.

The next moment, with tremendous momentum, I was sucked into me.

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"... um... ahhh... - Huh!?

My own sweet voice became a caller and my lid opened. I get gnawed at the beauty that spreads all over my sight as soon as possible.

I was suddenly deprived of my lips.

The whole body tenses in surprise at the tongue that goes into it when it is soaked. The opposite movement of his torso was stopped by a successful arm beneath his neck and held in reverse.

A hand placed in a tight skin gap restarts its movement, pinched between me and him. I was picked and rubbed up by my fingertips sinking into my crushed chest.

Ya... chest, no... Huh!

Sweet pain spreads around the area where it is stirred up.

"... mmmmm..."

but the skin is loosened as it is. I can't afford to resist from the start.

By the time Medismult, who sipped his saliva, let go of his lips, his breath had already risen lightly.

"Welcome back"

The beauty of peeking into me drips a thick luster and smiles.

Stuck in delightful red balls, the complaining I was about to say quickly disappeared in the back of my throat. 'Cause if you look so happy, you won't have the strength to be angry.

I feel something like a closeness to Medismurt is getting stronger and stronger with a partial reminder of the past. Whatever they do, they're going to forgive me, and I'm subtly scared of myself like that.

Oh, yeah. Speaking of dreams...

"Mae... you don't have to suck blood... Huh?

Try putting the fuzzy question on your tongue instead of getting angry as you breathe.

The young man, who opened his eyes to a little surprise, deepened his grin a moment later.

"My blood sucking appetite has disappeared since I took the position of Demon King. … a little bit again, looks like your memory's back."

"Oh, um... eh"

"What dreams?

"Fast feet, brave men... wah, but... horny demon king, so... pick up Mae... is to a half demon"

I'm open from deep kissing, but the movement of my hands crawling through my body continues. I'm over my clothes for once, but even when it comes to clothing, it's an unreliable fabric below my underwear, with little area on top of the thin. It seems to be tracking my complexion directly and my words are really interrupted.

The hand that grabbed Medismult's hand in an attempt to stop the prank just ended up accompanied by no force.

Chu, a lighter mouthpiece touched my cheeks and nose tips.

"I will sit with you. I was picked up and raised by you. Therefore, I am familiar with this beautiful and luscious body, how would you please me if I touched it... You are the one who told me immediately."

"... oh, so, how could I be God... ah, ha... wait, Mae... ah, ah!

My lips touching my forehead stroked my hair.

Billy and stimulus run unexpectedly. Sharp pain like stabbing feels terrible at the same time for some reason.

Medismult held my stuffy limbs tight as I roared high.

A picturesque and wet sound sounds from around the top of my left ear.

"Mm-hmm... what... oh, hmm... eh!

"I guess it's hard to remember yet...... rest now, immersed in pleasure. I won't let anyone get in the way. I've always been on your side."

I clung with my arms around my long, covered back.

If you're not stuck in something, you're going to get pushed away somewhere.

"This... hey, ahhhhhhh!

Thick chest plate, slightly higher body temperature than mine. Medismurt's tongue buried between his hair keeps attacking me, even though I stick to him perfectly and shake his ears and head.

Painfully pleasant.

It's too pleasant and painful.

What's there, and how can it make me feel so happy when I can lick it? Flirted by a hot tongue without knowing anything... I was forced to lose consciousness again.