Isekai Tensei Harem

I'm ready for the ceremony, so please wait ─ ─.

That's what Rachine told me, and I was in the hotel room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked around the room in his hands.

Because the windows are closed, it feels like the room is dark and the air is starving.

In the corner of the room is a simple altar made by Rachine.

Two candlesticks that glimmer indoors.

A small cane and cup like a male and female genital metaphor.

And a fragrance with a strange smell.

According to Rachine, the original sex magic ritual uses a larger altar and festival equipment, but now there is no time to prepare, so it felt like a simple ritual set.

"... I've kept you waiting!"

The door opened and Rachine came in.

……

I stand there without thinking, me.

Rachine was only half-naked in her white underwear.

The limbs wrapped in simple cotton bras and shorts had a clear look and a color enough to swallow raw saliva in the back.

Even when I was wearing a robe, I knew it was a transistor glamour shape with a neat exit, but the gloss became more and more noticeable when I wore underwear.

The rich breast hills that fill the bread with bra from the inside are like melons in the chest.

Your hands, feet, and hips are thin enough to break.

"I don't have much time, so I'll explain it briefly. Well, the essence of sex magic is to activate the vitality that is the source of magic through the sexual intercourse of men and women."

"Vitality... activated?

─ ─ To summarize Rachine's story, this is what happens.

Sex magic refers to magic that is activated by sexual acts as its name suggests.

This time, we will activate and restore magic.

When sexual activity increases pleasure, the magic is activated in conjunction with it.

Since Natasha is the one who senses and controls magic, I hope you basically immerse yourself in pleasure.

In short, from my point of view, it seems that "because Rachine will serve you naughtily, it's fine if you make your head empty and feel good".

"Well, let's get you in shape first. Take a long breath and exhale."

Take a deep breath, as I was told.

"Yes, relax. I'll throw you out of your misery and wipe out your head."

With nothing in her head... Rachine's underwear was in Moro's sight.

Ugh, your chest is shaking.

The tiny body and unbalanced boobs created a different erosion from Claire's.

I accidentally look at cancer.

"... Abel-sama?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. With her eyes on Rachine's chest....."

"Eh!? My chest....?

"... I mean, I can't get rid of my misgivings by seeing Rachine in such a colorful way."

I said frankly to Rachine, who was confused.

She thought with a troubled face,

"Now, on the contrary... why don't you concentrate on your lust? It might be more effective...."

I'm going to make a shy suggestion.

"Focus on lust... I see."

"But am I lacking in the object of desire? After all, women who are as cool, beautiful and stylish as Claire are better...."

"Rachine is fascinating."

I followed in a hurry.

"It's definitely different from Claire, but it's clear and healing... but there's also a gap with the colorful figure like this."

Wow, what are you talking about, me?

I was a little surprised to say that I took such a dialogue.

But when I looked at her with an unconfident face, the words came out spontaneously.

I wonder if this relationship with Claire has become a little familiar with girls.

Or...

"... thank you. I've never been told that by a man...."

Rachine burst into flames.

Well then, it's time to start the ceremony.

Rachine was nervous.

"Please lie down over there..."

Point to the bedside by your trembling fingertips.

As I was told, I'm going up to bed.

Subsequently, Rachine went up to bed to cover my lower body, which was lying down.

The supple fingertips hang on the pants and slowly shift.

The lower abdomen peeled out and the red and black penis was completely exposed.

Aware of Rachine's gaze, my counterpart jumps gently.

"Well...."

The female monk received a small moan.

I'm sure it's the first time I've seen a man's stuff.

"How splendid of a man to look like this..."

Squeezing, gently touching the tip of my penis with your fingertips.

"Ugh...."

Your penis bounced up and down more intensely than before.

"I'm sorry. Did it hurt...?

Rachine let go of her fingers as if she were twitching.

"No, it felt so good."

"Does it feel good? After all, like Natasha said, men get pleasure when they touch this place."

Rachine smiled happily and made my penis crawl with her fingertips again.

Slip your finger belly so that it follows the curve of your glans.

"Kh... uhh, uhh... that's it..."

I unexpectedly groaned at the pleasant electric shock that ran through the tip of the meat stick.

He doesn't seem to have any experience with men, but he's quite a skilled technique.

Was Natasha's teaching accurate enough?

Who the hell are you, Natasha...?

No, more than that ─ ─.

"Hah, ugh... uhh"

The smooth fingertips that reached the base of your penis now follow you to the glans to wiggle the entangled pubic hair, and the sweet and itchy pleasure once again ran through.

"Ah, it's twitching again...."

Delighted with innocence, Rachine gradually increases the force placed on her fingertips, strengthening the stimulus to her penis.

Exquisite force reduction mixed with light friction and subtle compression.

Besides, my excitement burns up all at once, along with the visual of a poor girl serving me by hand.

"Well, it's time to be serious. Nh, one...."

Rachine dripped saliva from her mouth and applied it to her penis.

As soon as the meat stick is wet enough to cover with saliva, hands become barrels and start a full-fledged handjob as declared.

Guchu, Juru, Nuchuu...!

Rachine's torch drifted up and down rhythmically with a cloudy sound of saliva instead of lubricating oil.

"Oh, uhh... nh, fuu... uhhhhh...!

Gingy pleasure comes intermittently to the back of your fingers and to the meatballs that are wrapped around your palm.

I fell in love with a handjob so good that I could melt my hips.

The physical stimulus itself is almost the same as masturbation.

However, the visual that it was the beautiful girl who smiled right in front of her, not her own hands, brought me a completely different dimension of excitement and pleasure.

Rachine's white and delicate hands rub all the way from the tip to the root of her penis.

From top to bottom and from bottom to top, the male penis jumped and moved with continuous friction stimulus.

It's like a living fish.

The bell mouth now opens slowly and drains the trolley's running fluid without interruption.

The stinking smell of the police spreads around.

"This is the scent of Abel... you're feeling it. I'm glad."

Rachine stopped her handjob and smiled.

Your penis, suddenly interrupted by pleasure, is still twitching and pulsing in her hands.

The tingling numbness remains in the core of the stick.

I want more.

I want to feel even better.

My lower abdomen was almost unconsciously convulsing for the next stimulus.

Once Rachine takes her hands off her penis, she gets a glossy breath.

"Next, I'll serve you with my chest..."