Goddess, Help Me!

- Fluffy.

Feels like stroking your head and combing your hair. I rubbed my unawakened head against a warm sensation so as to follow the calm comfort.

"................................."

Soft and pecked lips. Opening small to invite, the wet tongue secretly slipped in in response to the invitation.

The heavy scent tickles my nose.

A sweet kiss lasted awhile. Eventually Medismult leaves softly, just as it did when it started.

"My you. I'll be away for a little while."

"... where...?

Lift up even thin eyelids and look up at the young man stroking my ears to tickle.

My lips spinning beautiful bass repeatedly pecking at my forehead, cheeks and tips of my nose.

"We exchange information on the status of the invasion of the brave among the thrones. No one is allowed in this room, so please be patient now."

If you look at it, he's already dressed as usual.

Will I be heading between the thrones now? No, maybe he noticed my wake and came back to this room once from the throne room.

"... me too, can I go? Ah, um..."

Like imitating me with my hand on the chest plate, my big hand accompanies the swelling except for the top hanging. rocked to enjoy the elasticity.

"Mae, eh..."

"… should I still be at your side…… I have just been given a dense level of precision… I can't wait to see it again…"

Covered young man's lips wander through his chest. With soft swelling supported by your hands, the twitchy, wet tip of your tongue aims to get...

"Hey - Your Majesty called it in, so I'm glad you're dealing with him properly!

- The young voice that arrived through the door awakened the drunken head at once.

"... chip"

"Ah! I'm tongue-in-cheek now! Even if you can't see it, you can tell. Hey! Come back soon, if you want to get stubborn with the goddess, will you declare a crisp dissolution in front of everyone? If we don't, we can't move forever."

Medismult gets the upper body in such a way as reluctantly.

I don't think so. My face is stubborn.

"... looks like you're out of time, unfortunately"

Even I want to be connected to him all the time. Hunger comes endlessly and skin tries to devour pleasure just because it is slightly irritated. It's incredible how deep I want it myself.

But as Medismult said...... I've been in good harmony with him the last few days, so my flesh is in a state of plenty of nourishment. You deserve better as a demon king now than you deserve to spend time with me getting back in shape.

When I got the Sage Brave report from Rioner the other day, you thought, 'I don't care about brave people'... I'm so exhausted... should I interpret it as meaning I could afford both my mind and my body?

"If you're coming to the Throne Room, may I help you?"

"Mmm... fine, go ahead for him. They're all waiting, aren't they? I'll be there later."

"But"

"I'm fine. I can get dressed myself."

I shook my head and declined an offer from him.

I wave small to Medismult, who looks back regrettably.

I dropped off the young man's hindsight. I also move into action when the door is quietly closed.

... Now, let's start by cleansing ourselves... I don't need to rub it, my skin is sassy and my bedding is beautiful. Looks like Medismult fixed me up while I was unconscious.

Then I guess I'll get dressed.

"Corsella, …, …………"

I called her by her name like a reflection, - and she looked straight in the face.

... she's gone.

- Corsella was born at the same time as me, and I have sent her to this castle. He was the one who single-handedly took care of me around that edge.

Always a soft waist, I like it very beautifully. Some of them were a little quiet.

Sometimes the distance was too close on top of the same sex, and I never had it on the sleeping table. But because she was always on my side, or only equipped with lower powers, she had at some point grown strength to a medium degree.

... Maybe it's my fault that I've turned into such a stubborn personality.

Because those who were born later than her and were less powerful than her will follow her through lightly as soon as I gave her a pet at random...

It's not too likely. It's depressing.

The glowing blade tip of Corcela's shaken knife was burning in the back of his brain.

……

Breathe in a small sigh and shake your head left or right. I don't go back in time to say how much I repented, and the past doesn't change.

Corsera's fate was exhausted at the time of the plot to harm Medismult. I flipped the flag against the king, even she would have come prepared for it.... and the plot crushed. That's just it...

It is only natural that he should be atoned for his sins with his life because he tried to take charge of a single rod of reversal.

Besides, I can't dispute the King's decision, and I'm not going to. Because I'm just a horny devil.

... explore memories and open chests that come to mind.

"Your Majesty, this is a new one. It's a very smooth touch. I'm sure Your Majesty will love it."

Even while she was holding her underwear, her appearance on the day of her presence passed in her head.

'You had a gorgeous dress yesterday. How about a moist and calm design treat today? Hair decorations here or even here'

- What would she have thought when she found out I let Medismult inherit the throne.

Angry? Mocked? Or did you grieve for me?

What would I have done if I hadn't met Medismurt and had no half demon at the time when the "brave men of my original ancestors" attacked me? Did you let Titch or Walt take over the power?

Perhaps the brave men had spoken to him before he nominated the Latter-day Demon King. Rioner made it to that spot because Medismurt bought me some time.

"If you had given me the reign of the Demon King, nothing would have gone wrong."

That's what Corsella said when they took him away.

At that time, she was a medium degree succubus. There was no part of it that was particularly brilliant, nor was it likely to shine late. I wouldn't have had a choice to empower her.

The fact that she is now third place strength after Rioner is - no, third place "was"... you're already in the past form - on the contrary, surprisingly, the old girlfriend was a mediocre succubus who would be buried by the masses.

"... stupid kid"

Pompous groaning, shaking away memories.

This room has too many memories with her. I was left to Corsella to take care of myself even after I could follow the half demon. Every time I open one drawer, every time I take one small object placed in my hand, I associate her figure.

"I think I'll have the room re-modeled..."

The "idle period", which is said to last from 80 to 100 years, comes next in the "brave production period", which ends in a short, thirty or so years. It is said that the time has come for both the demonic world and the human world to heal their lost lives as if they were lost.

I'm still too busy right now to make a relaxed suggestion to re-model, but I'll tell Medismurt when it's all settled. In the first place, this room is for the Demon King, and it's weird that it will remain my hobby forever.

"Yeah, let's do that. Ugh!

I zippily stare into the mirror as I comb my hair. A dark-haired woman, who should be familiar with it, nodded loudly across the mirror table.

Throw away all the memories with Corcela on this occasion now. You may remember something in the mundane moment, but you can't pull it off forever.

The reason I flatter her is because she is rude to Medismurt, who made the natural decision as king.

- So I could change my mind and try to get the dress...

I had my head on the next challenge.

...... tight.

What, my chest is tight. Every dress that Medicine Mult has tailored since I fell asleep.

Speaking of which, I think they said 'skinny'. Was it about the chest? I think it's still big enough for the feeling I saw because it's pulling Sy's spirit... hmm, I can't remember her old body shape clearly.

No, I'm not, or I'm getting back in shape, so I'm tight.

I want you to wear the dress of his choice because I got my mind on it. But a sparsely exposed mermaid line doesn't delude the change in shape... if I'm forced to wear it, the fabric is going to grow and it's absolutely painful.

Explore the colorful fabrics hung in large quantities in front of the costume shelves with goso goso.

"Ah... I miss this"

What I took in my hand was a pair of shoulderless biscuit types. Somehow it looks familiar. When did you prefer to wear a design that depicts a fluffy bell line from your squeezed waist......?

Well, okay, now.

I can't wear anything else anyway.

Stand in the middle fluttering on the floor with panniers. I struggled and managed to wear it on my own.

Yeah, my chest looks fine, too. But it's not as bad as this on a boulder... did you have a bolero that fits this... ah, shawl discovery.

I'll circle with Kurli once in front of him. I can't hide all the red marks scattered across my skin, but I might have been misled by it.

... Mae only touches her chest because she wanted her original size back, or...?

I don't remember him being a chest fetish. But, hey, did you hide your sexuality when you were half a demon?

I think of it and feel subtle. I gathered my trinkets in stuffiness and walked around the room looking for shoes.

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Continue down the aisle and stand in front of the door. It's hidden from the throne room, but from here it's a normal door.

When I pulled gently, I heard the boy's high voice first.

"Again? What's so popular with homosexuality in the world these days?