Goddess, Help Me!

It's a cash thing, and once I started saying it, I couldn't stop.

I don't mind being consulted. But I also have problems. Moya Moya, who had been smoking in the back of her chest since yesterday, erupted once and for all when she now got a spit mouth called Lioner.

"It was yesterday. You were Leonard, weren't you? That's when I told Mae... Mae."

"What, when you look at me?

"Yes, I wore it because Mae rarely brought me a dress to see me with the new young kids gathered at the castle... and she said she didn't like it, but she wouldn't take it and she's gnawing...!

"Uh, just calm down, goddess, and I'll sort out my memories, too."

Rioner pulled himself out slightly. Anger and shame boil more and more as that appearance enters my sight and calms down back to me.

"I said I don't like null!

- It was yesterday.

Medismult, who only let me wear a thin cloth because I don't let it touch the other person's eyes and I want to be connected at any time, picked me a dress for the first time in a long time.

That's good. I was happy, too. The problem is right after that.

The cloth he was dressed in was designed to increase the amount of cloth from the dovetail after squeezing it under his chest. A loosely spread drape continued to the toe, with an elaborate embroidery on the hem. The arms hide to the back of the hand, the neck muscles are covered, and there is almost no skin exposure. It was a very classy dress.

But the thought of the man who chose this was nasty......!

The skin line on the lower body is completely hidden, I think that's where I went for it. I got my hair done and I wore ornaments, and Medismurt - he threw a curse rope at me one day!

"This is the last finishing touches," you idiot, you pervert!

The null of those days, wrapped around the waist of Osroth, who was a brave man, must have been translucent and pale in colour, like jelly. Yet it had transformed into a pink, poisonous look close to red. The shape is not a single rope, but seems to hit the trunk. It feels like a few thin parts have been branched off from the thick and long spots. Pretty gross. Fuka-chan was also a level of grossness to escape round.

It was already too late when Tohako took the defensive stance.

Tentacles creeping in from the hem of the dress with tremendous speed entwined both legs. I can't stop chills from the calming cold that crawls through my skin. My breath clogged and my whole body was stretched out.

What a joke. Take it off quickly - Medismurt held me up in both arms trying to say so.

And as it was, he was taken to the throne room without any explanation, and Medismurt, who settled on the throne with me on his lap, enduring the muddling, began to interact flatly with his subordination.

I can't remember what words he was throwing at the young succubus newly welcomed into the castle. It wasn't there. With the best of my ability to guard between my legs as I tremble at the feel of foreign objects crawling around in my dress.

I naturally became angry with Medismurt, who has suddenly set up a null. But I might have been more confused about myself than angry at him.

Why... oh, I didn't really like it, I mean... at first it was disgusting because of the cold on the surface, the null feeling, and then it looked gross, but while I was enduring it on the throne, you know, somehow... I'm used to it... because the stroke of my thighs reminds me more of the movement of the medismult's hand that sets me up in the fountain between (there's thickness in the water), and I honestly feel a little... oh!

I shake my head and get rid of what I associate with.

I don't have any delusions right now! I don't want to admit the existence of such a disgusting foreign object -!

"Eh, because it's impossible to tentacles or something! I don't know what I used to be, but it's really impossible right now!

A prolonged voice hung on me inheriting my breath hahaha when I rolled up all at once.

"Yeah, well... how dare you think that?"

"Then stop, before you sit on the throne!

"I can't. Well, there's no way I can do anything His Majesty set me up. And maybe that was what I needed, too, okay?

"... where do you need it"

"You can tell in one shot that the goddess belongs to His Majesty, right? A newborn child, because a lot of kids come to tangle without a power relationship because of the young momentum. If I knew you were the only one of His Majesty's, there wouldn't be any fools to lay their hands on."

Kellen's example followed.

He is a man but a powerful man who can cross on par with the Demon King class. I can erase as many young succubus as I want. Even if you can't use force against a horny demon, you can do whatever the difference in strength is between heaven and earth. So survived the production period, the succubus who knows Kellen's strength won't get his hands on him.

But he said he was being followed by newcomers born in idle times. It was probably quite frequent because it was about his position to think about opening up and traveling from the castle.

"And Sani's curse rope must still be held by Fuka, right?

A non-listening dialogue popped out of Rioner, who put his index finger on his jaw properly.

"... lying"

"I saw the hookah play on the junction ball the other day. Hang a couple of thick crawls underneath - we met so the ball wouldn't fall to the floor, and later His Majesty was pissed off at me."

The figure of a plant cleverly imitating a volleyball with a crawl stretched out while sticking to the ceiling passes behind his brain. Sounds a little funny. I want to actually see it for once.... not!

"Then what the hell is that null Mae had..."

"Shouldn't you be asking me directly? What I'm trying to say is," Zuba, "that's our goddess. Fighting's fine, but at the end of the day, let's make it up to each other, okay? Not as much as His Majesty, huh?

"What? Huh!

Rioner looked over me over the trunk of the tree as a leopard. I look back behind me as a ghost to a word. A soft feeling was pressed against his cheeks as he poked at the gap. When I was surprised twice and turned back to the front, the appearance of the boy who mouthed me on my cheek became sumptuous from before my eyes. I guess it will transfer somewhere in the castle.

Not long after I was stunned by Lioner, who disappeared with a smile, my spine stretched reflexively with the sound of stepping on the grass from behind.

The young man who emerged from behind quietly lowered his back to the next door. The critical distance from physical contact begins yesterday. When I went back to my private room from the Throne Room, I was angry at the way Medismurt did, crying, stuffing, and saying, 'Don't touch me!' I was the one who refused him. From there he doesn't even try to hold a finger in contact with discipline.

Since then I have been alone and calm down and thought over and over again. So the conclusion is already drawn in me.

... eight wins.

"I gave myself and my mind to Medismult, only to him to forgive my skin"... Yes, I had the determination of the horny devils in my chest, but I was planted with foreign objects from the Medismult of the day, and I got comfort from it. Even more tentacles overlaid his appearance.

Backwardness and guilt...... when they intertwined and lacked calm I forced myself to conclude that 'he had to do this in the first place' and hit my anger with my anger at Medismurt.

Conclusions are not satisfactory. I don't like anything I don't like. But anger doesn't last forever.

We want to make up and talk to each other calmly again. I feel like repeating the same thing if you don't know exactly how I got angry. The tentacles are only for this time, see, the tool system...

I might be able to calmly convey my feelings now.

Never let your lips get wet.

"Mae... I need to talk to you, okay?"

"Have you solved your anger?"

"... for now"

"Can you forgive me for touching you"

I laughed small at a pompous spinned word. That's discipline. When I was first tied back to my memory, I had a strong statement like 'You're mine, you don't need permission to touch me anymore'. I muzzle to wonder if the upside-down relationship has reversed again in him.

I overlaid the hand that was on my side instead of the reply.

Ho, exhale and Medismurt tangles his fingers. I was urged to keep myself. The front of the young man holding me lightly, his hips settle with a posse on his lap. A beauty that can be gently pulled over. I closed my eyelids and took my lips.

"... I really didn't like it"

Recruit yourself between soft kisses eating each other's lips.

That tentacle coolness is all I disgust about my skin used to Medismurt's slightly higher body temperature. It is disgusting for a null object to convey dry skin. I can't do it from the poisonous looks in the first place. And I'm not comfortable being able to set something up where there's a third party eye--

"I'm sorry I couldn't think of anything."

Easily hugged.

I shake my head small to a whisper dropped in my ear.

If you understood, you wouldn't be making this kind of prank again.... just in case, just a little more shame.

"To something other than Mae in the first place, eh... I hate to forgive your skin... you're the only one who can touch me, right...?

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My tongue tip crawls into my ear poured with beauty bass.

A hand slipped forward from his back stroked through the shape of his chest. Hold down your prank hands and peek into the red balls from close range.

"Stop being such a weird tool...?

"I'm not going to use that stuff."

The smiling beauty was tilted. Like a conditional reflex, this one tilts its neck and overlaps its lips. He revealed control of the oral cavity to the tip of his tongue, which slipped through a thinly open gap.

I was able to take a word from Medismurt. I feel completely at ease with that and pull myself out of my body.

The hand that accompanied the swelling slowly restarted the movement with my hand overlaid.

"... eh... here,..."

Even from the top of the dress the finger man is regrettably accurate. The body that rides him sideways fits and bounces.

Medismult couldn't have missed this reaction, and he was held even harder in his back supporting arm.

"Yah... Out here..."

Pearl Gray's hair shines dull on the leaking day. Beyond beauty is the greenery and clear splendor of the trees.

I don't even know who's coming. A slightly familiar face may appear, as earlier, and the eyes of the patrol must be somewhere. Quite embarrassing, on the contrary, to flirt in such a place.

So even though I'm going to glorify Medismult, my body is betraying reason and starting to melt fast.

It's been two days since the days I was perfect with him, after a sudden skin contact. I'm scared because I have myself feeling like 'I've put up with two days a lot' even though I should think of it as just two days.

"My you..."

The secretly spun bass was pregnant with sweetness that would paralyse the brain.