Isekai Tensei Harem

"Hah, hah, hah..."

For the first time in my life, I was exhaling with a sweet breath.

After ejaculation, the stick is still convulsing.

Soaking in the vibrant refreshment that remained behind my waist, I stared at Rachine.

The semen scattered in the rich breast valley adhered to the clavicle, neck, and beautiful lines from the jaw to the puddy lips.

That must have been the momentum for a narrow shot.

In fact, it felt so good that my hips were crushed.

Sweet waves of numbness still linger from the lower abdomen to the tip of the nail.

Moreover, the newly fired penis began to re-erect and was already about to return to the temporary position.

It's as if you were self-asserting that you weren't satisfied once ─ ─.

"What do you think, Abel? Has the magic returned?

Rachine breathed so hot.

"I felt the vitality in Abel's body activate at once, so I tried to convert it into magic, but I wonder if the energy was so great that it worked...."

Did you do that in the middle of the pizza?

To be honest, I was immersed in the pleasure and eroticism of Rachine's tits, and even the original purpose of magic recovery was blown away from my head.

I wonder if my magic is back ─ ─.

Focus your mind and focus on your body.

Normally, just concentrating lightly creates a feeling that something that burns too much from the bottom of your stomach is coming up.

I think it is probably a phenomenon when magic is activated.

I tried to concentrate on that, but nothing happened.

"Hmm... I don't think he's recovering."

"It's because I'm immature. I'm sorry...."

Rachine's face was cloudy.

"Rachine, no."

"The goddess of abundance, Almeris, is also the goddess of life, that is, sex. As a monk who serves Almeris, I also have to master sexuality... but I can't live with my daughter... I'm really sorry."

"Rachine worked hard for me. You don't have to apologize. Number one, it felt really good."

I'll follow her around.

"... thank you."

Rachine soothes her expression a little.

Then he turned his gaze on my lower body.

"You still seem to be able to do it. Natasha said. Men usually go into Kenja mode once, but sometimes there are stronger forces that can be released many times in a row....."

"Kenja Mode...?

For a moment, no matter what it is, I cut my neck.

"Oh, you mean Sage Mode."

And I realize.

Or is there one in this world? That's the term.

"Now, why don't you do something like that directly... instead of with your hands or your chest, Abel?"

Rachine glanced at me.

With serious eyes, he took a deep breath.

"The higher the subject's pleasure level, the greater the amount of magic recovered. Do men still feel better together directly than rubbing with their hands or breasts?

Rachine screams.

"Natasha said..."

Yeah, it's a very unexpected dialogue.

"If you feel better, Abel's magic might return."

"Hmm? Does that mean me and Rachine are having sex!?"

Late, I understand.

The psychological hurdles are completely different when it comes to sex than when it comes to handjob and pizzeria.

"Well... don't you want me to be your opponent?"

"No, I don't hate it ─ ─"

I rushed to Rachine, whose face had fallen once again.

"You've never heard of Rachine, have you? Isn't it better to keep someone you like?"

"I was fascinated by you who saved the city's crisis with absolute force. And I realized. He's going to save a lot of people."

"Am I...?

"I want to help you. I want to do everything I can for that ─ ─"

Rachine talks with enthusiasm.

The light in the wet eyes seemed to reflect a noble sense of purpose.

Attracted by those sincere eyes, I couldn't speak.

"If Abel doesn't like it, let him dedicate my purity. That's all I can do to regain your power."

Silence flows.

The taboo idea of whether it was really okay and the feeling that she was attractive aroused a conflict in my mind.

Like a balance or a pendulum ─ ─ my heart shakes.

I wanted her to win.

"Okay. Well then, please."

I nodded quietly and once again stared at Rachine.

Silence broke out again.

My heart was beating so painfully.

With a sweet and aching chest and a sense of expectation, I naturally looked at Rachine.

Her drooping eyes moisturized her face again.

The sweet breath came closer, and eventually,

"Nh... chu, uu..."

My lips and those of Rachine overlapped quietly.

Oh, why does a girl's lips taste so soft and sweet?

Your mouth, tongue, and even saliva are so sweet.

"Uhh... mh... nchu..."

I broke Rachine's lips up and down and put my tongue in.

Wrap her tongue around her.

into a rich deep kiss that exchanges saliva for each other.

"Nh, guu... chu, lu... koku..."

I was reluctant at first, but I sucked my tongue back while my cheeks were red and uplifted.

We are obsessed with sucking each other's lips, tongues and saliva.

"Hmm...."

After finishing a long kiss and releasing my lips, I exhaled a deep breath.

Rachine seemed to be breathing constantly.

She is staring at me with her melted eyes and tracing her lips with her fingertips.

Remember how my lips felt when I touched them.

"This is... lipstick..."

In the middle of the day, in the middle of the day, Rachine clashed with a small voice.

Then, make your feet mozzy on the wipe.

"Lassine?"

"Ah, um, I'm... weird..."

Rachine said with a confused, crying face.

"The base of my feet... it's kind of hot..."

My shameful breath was truly pathetic.

I gently crawled my finger into Rachine's crotch.

"Hyahh... nh!?"

The monk girl trembles and screams like she was played.

Guchu...!

There was a surprisingly loud water noise over the cloth of my underwear.

Rachine's secret was already too moist.

"Wow, so much ─ ─"

I nodded in my breath.

Just touch it with your fingertips and the moisture of the secret is clearly conveyed.

Besides, she said it was through the cloth of her underwear.

It looks like Rachine's place is wetter than I imagined.

"Wow, I... I don't even know what happened to me..."

She herself seemed bewildered by such changes in her body.

"Ah, Abel... what should I do..."

"Lacine....!

I couldn't resist turning her robe and put my hand on the edge of her underwear.

Peek into tearful eyes.

Her eyes, which normally hold gentle light, are now moisturized demonically.

I interpret it as a willingness to accept, and I slip down my underwear at once.

"Hiu, haaa...!? A, Abel, well...!

Having been stripped of everything that was the most embarrassing place for a woman, Rachine raised her throat-like scream.

Slow, white feet that seem to have nothing to do with exercise.

At the root of it was a hidden secret that represented her character.

There is not a single pubic hair in a neatly constructed genitalia that is as good as a single muscle.

He's a so-called pimp.

The texture of the rough genitals and the shape of the two tightly closed lavia were all found to be possible.