Instant Messiah

"- Christella Vara Detra was a weak king.

A girl frightened of the past, frightened of her surroundings, frightened of her status, frightened of humans.

That is what the demon king looks like today.

This girl, who is not allowed to escape and has lived in a mask, does not know how to handle the fear that is within her.

He was weaker than anyone, with stronger powers than anyone else.

With kindness, I couldn't even live with that heart.

Its contradictory nature deserves precisely to inherit the name of the 'Origins of Saria (...)' Tavara Detra. That one, too, was a perfectly human woman.

The minds of my men, my sister, my best friend, cowards who couldn't do anything but look at my fingers all the way away from me in the end.

The limb is maturing, while her spirit is still unfulfilled to take off childhood. I secretly expect someone to pull my hand, a dreamer like Cinderella who can't laugh at Gallon Vermillion.

The only thing that I firmly tried to exchange was that of destroying humans. But it was only a burden on her weak sexual roots to accomplish this cause of great magnitude that emanated from her cowardice.

And a contradiction she herself doesn't realize. Where the hell does the belief that I now cry out loud, 'Man is evil' come from?

At the girl's time, she had doubts about it. It was only a strange, per-person view of that belief screaming by adults.

Who, when, gave her that will.

She realizes it herself. But I can't even turn back now.

Does she really hate all humans? No, I don't know. It's a convenience to save the weak people around her.

I can't be wrong, but I can't say it's true.

... Yes, we can't turn back. Because she was the one who said he wanted to destroy humans, to involve the childhood tame Aroma Sagesta, to involve the people, to involve all the demons and beasts.

All around me agreed with that.

Only I question myself.

Why, because I'm the only one who knows the real reason I mentioned this...

The real reason why Cristella did such a great treason...

Dull dull.

Funny demon king. Poor demon king.

And Nine, who is a predator and a human being, decided now was the time to do everything in his power to relentlessly shake off the hearts of his natural enemies.

The earliest Nine, poor orphans, were only marginally...... demons and beasts who in the end were no different from people, no, even good... swallowed up guilt for them and decided in their hearts to move towards their first purpose.

... Well, I wander about as much as the determination of the Demons and Beasts, such as the determination of humans... No, I can't help but say that I'm paranoid.

If the hope that emerged from the demonic tribe that continued to be persecuted by humans were to be said to be Chris.

I guess the curse born out of man by the revenge of the devil tribe is what we call Nine.

Mature, good flavoured humans.

But.

After all, this is a lot of ingenuity and effort for hilarious creatures to drive away pathetic creatures.

Needless to say which is funny and which is pathetic. Both the same, that word is enough.

Sin and punishment keep turning. That's a looking, boring kaleidoscope phase.

See, even now... '

"Nine. Pull over."

"Yes, Master Chris"

Nine was wounded, the day after that.

After a day of service, he was called by Chris, who sat down on his bedroom, and Nine reached for his feet.

Slowly take off your hands on the heels of your shoes, holding your toes down with your other hand.

If you can take it off the other side as well, you reach for your socks. Proceed with the work carefully and carefully so that the coarse phase is not worked on in the unlikely event of elasticity.

'- Chris chose the right way because of his cowardice. Keeping something that feels terrible close to you is excellent as a symptomatic treatment. If that doesn't do any harm...'

"... done"

"A fool, what is done? Clean it up. Way to go...... needless to say?

Having received Chris' words, Nine gently stretched her tongue on her right leg, bare toenails, as she did one day, without changing her expression.

Just like when I took my shoes off, I gently put my hands on my heels.

I feel Chris tremble for just a moment, but I gently ignore it and crawl my saliva-painted tongue on my thumb.

Twirling, obstinately. With perseverance that makes him even feel the love, Nine licks one by one, without leaving Chris' fingers undone.

Five. When you finish licking the same number of copies as a human, now you start on the crotch of your finger.

I gently picked my thumb and finger, and when I opened it just a little bit, I tucked it in to blow a harmonica into the gap, raising and lowering my tongue.

When you're done with that, you're on mother finger balls. Finally let it glance sideways and proceed to the base of the pinky finger.

After several round-trips, the tongue, which is returned to the mother finger ball, is swept up to the heel.

Around following the earthbound, Chris jumped up his jaw, even though he didn't say anything.

Noticing her reaction like that, Clerically Nine cleansed the soles of her feet, then even the A's.

Similar to shoes, a slutty wipe is applied to the opposite foot. During that time, no words were exchanged between the two of them.

'- Chris is timid, but not stupid in this respect. No one can harm her because it's an unquestionable fact, so if you just feel scared, you just have to get used to its existence -'

Below the ankle, after Nine's saliva covered everything, Chris finally opens his mouth when Nine once again finished wiping Chris' feet with a clean cloth.

"Nine, take off your clothes"

"... Yes, Master Chris. But."

Without saying it, Nine was slapped on the cheek with Chris' left foot.

"'But' it is. What the hell, you don't remember anything."

……

"inferior species. Did you still think you'd be allowed to answer?

"... no. Excuse me."

Nowhere is there such a mixed relationship of a drop of dearness as once, … as Nine felt unilaterally, or as Chris enjoyed the uneasiness as well. Chris is just cold eyed, trying to get Nine to take off her clothes with a look she can't remember anything about, like shame.

Nine, too, as if he had no idea what it was like when he was kidding when he humiliated Chris...... I guess he didn't actually, with emotional unquestionable eyes, put his hand on Chris' clothes that stood up, the hem of that skirt.

It naturally needs to be raised in order to remove the one-piece shaped one.

Chris knew it and ordered it, and raised his hand gently grabbing the hem without Nine or already hesitating.

It was concealing Chris' luxurious limb beneath his knees, which gradually abandoned its role and exposed him to his thighs. Its pure whiteness should have been described precisely as demonic, not so much as demonic.

All men and women, young and old, of all races, will want to speak there.

But as Nine stared there, she rolled up her hem further to fulfill Chris' life.

Finally, even my underwear was exposed.

I was tied around my hips with strings. Colored in black and red, with delicate watermarks, it was a very seductive one, somewhat flashy but making one forget such an impression due to his own charm.

The scent that was hidden in the clothes spreads slightly. That was not uncomfortable, and even gave Nine's nose the illusion that he had stripped the citrus.

Striving to ignore it, Nine moves his hands further up.

In the eyes of Nine is a stunningly creased abdomen above the pelvis. It was glowing and shining like a pearl in the light of the first lighting there in a long time. The umbilical cord was there in a neat condition.

Nine raises his hand even more.

Although not nearly as aromatic or gallon, feminine swelling is protected by underwear that covers and aligns the lower abdomen. Just a little, when those two hills swayed slightly because the hem caught on. We stiffened each other for a moment... as if nothing had happened, Nine slowly pulled Chris' wings out of an empty hole in the back of his clothes and made him take it all off.

Fluffy, spreading, glossy gray hair and pure white wings. Now hide yourself in your underwear only, demon king.

I put my finished clothes on my right arm and saw that fantastic sight. Fuku to the Demon King, man.

Nine, Chris.

He didn't put it on his face, he didn't put it on his words, but he was slightly blushing those cheeks.

As for the irresistible physiological reactions, each other ignored each other's them as if they were implicit understandings.

Nine, just to see the woman in front of you as vengeful.

Chris, just to see the man in front of him as... nothing, no need to be frightened, just a human being.

They stared at each other constantly.