Kuro no Maou

"Slash me, please"

From around the time I let that word go, my consciousness kind of got a fuzzy feeling like I was suddenly dreaming.

"What?"

and Mr. Chrono is adorable with a missing look of surprise between them.

"Meaning as it were, with Mr. Krono's tweezers, slay me -"

Even if you don't overlap so many words, Mr. Chrono will immediately perceive your intentions.

If you can't slash it with your current violin, you can evolve it.

Fortunately, "The Curse" The Rift "sucks the blood of numerous Crusader soldiers and monsters, and even slightly more, the blood of the Eighth Apostle.

It is obvious from the Theory of the Curse weapon that we need only a little more blood to evolve.

"- That should ‘evolve'."

There's nothing strange about what I'm saying or what I'm about to do, because naturally, given the person in front of me, it's a way of regenerating death.

One of the drives an adventurer can take through a pinch, a serious battle that risked his life.

However, my consciousness is dreamy, thrilling and chesty, with sweet heat in the core of my body.

Why, why not, this is not the occasion to feel this way.

Even if I know that, I can't stop feeling bowed down, like I sunk into a sweet dream, I can't stand it.

Hot, my body is hot, I take off my witch's robe to be slashed and look in my underwear, but the night wind doesn't cool off my lit body at all.

No, it's only natural for me to feel ashamed, even though I am a witch, where I am a maiden of my age, because I expose myself close to being naked in front of a man - really?

Mr. Chrono is watching me, not Mr. Lily, just me.

It's not like at a festival over the summer, that time I really just had a little shame.

But now, how can you be so...

"Are you serious, Fiona"

"Yes, my body, dedicated to Mr. Chrono"

Glad.

Mr. Chrono is looking at me, he needs me, not Mr. Lily or anyone else at this time, I am the most useful Mr. Chrono.

How can you be so happy about that?

What an ugly comparison than Mr. Lily and still remembers the dark pleasures.

My mind, mixed with excitement, joy and self-loathing, with positive and negative emotions, is like a drooling lava, and my consciousness bonks so that I can be subjected to that fever.

"We don't have time, and this is the only way to take them down, come on, come on"

Am I speaking properly now?

I get anxious if you're running weird.

So hurry up and slay me, Mr. Krono, with your hands, and sacrifice me, and make all mine yours.

"Sorry Fiona...... thanks"

For a moment, my consciousness flew away - to much pleasure.

A machete by a blade of curse, prepared for its pain and suffering, but a wave of sweet peaks trembles all over his body, as if to mock him for futility, uselessness, worthlessness.

If you notice, my breath is constantly falling down on soft grass, too.

The diagonally flashing back wound should have reached quite a depth, but I don't feel any pain, just even hot.

Maybe we should question the fact that we didn't feel any pain, the fact that tremendous pleasure ran all over our bodies, the sense of conflict with the event of being slashed with such a blade, but now moving the tip of our fingers is so weak and exhausting that we also feel a hundred million robberies, and

"... you can slash him with this"

Successful evolution of Xu, helped by Mr. Krono, whose satisfaction wraps me up and comfortably stays in a bed of grass.

Apparently, a considerable amount of magic as well as blood has been sucked away, and I'm unlikely to be able to get up for a while.

But that's fine now.

"I'll take care of it later, take a rest."

Mr. Krono told me so.

With a gentle 'fairy spirit pill' on my back, with a hint of vitality, I turn to Mr. Chrono with my swinging eyes that still have a superb finish.

"Yes... please..."

Mr. Chrono's burning crimson and Naruto's pitch-black eyes stare straight into my passionate golden eyes.

His gaze, willing to put his full trust in me, his companion, is comforting everywhere, and I can't believe I want him to keep staring at me forever.

A black robe was applied to my body at the same time as I learned loneliness in my gaze missed by the pretense.

Fluffy, and in Mr. Chrono's robe, which surrounds his whole body, he feels the illusion as if he is embraced, and his body begins to heat up again.

Mr. Krono, who realizes nothing about such a humble reaction of mine, takes on the blade of an evolutionary curse and turns his big, successful back.

"Oh, then I'm coming"

Taking a powerful step, Mr. Krono leaves with a black wind.

With a hazy head, I watched his battle until the last moment when my consciousness was interrupted, sucking in the smell of Mr. Chrono drifting from my robe all over my chest obsessed.

"is embarrassing..."

What was wrong with me then, and I squint as I stare at the burning fire.

Especially when Mr. Chrono and I finally lost sight of each other alternating turns and secretly changed our wet underwear, my heart was about to be broken by vanity, pity and self-loathing.

I've never been as good at protecting (protecting) telepathy as I am at this time right now, if I hit it badly, Mr. Lily might have read my embarrassing thoughts.

If, in that situation, Mr. Chrono finds out that he had that - undesirable feeling, he could fire the worst element master.

No paedophilia rules within the party by Mr. Lily, I know how much you mean by that.

For me, Mr. Chrono is an important companion, a party member and leader, that's all.

Even if Mr. Lily and Mr. Chrono became compassionate couples, no, I would honestly congratulate them as companions.

So I'm not going to interrupt Mr. Lily's thoughts, and I'm not going to break the rule against in-party paedophilia.

But lately, I don't feel like that will has been shaken so much.

No, this must be my fault, it should be.

It is also my fault that I have been following Mr. Chrono with my eyes for some time now, or that I am deeply worried about the words he speaks to me.

Nor did I feel jealous to see Mr. Chrono talking to the beautiful elf receptionist in a pleasant way.

"... embarrassing"

Yes, so I am a disgraceful emotion, as if I were a frightening maiden, and not a good one for me, a witch.

Witches don't fall in love, who said it, I'm sure it represented a witch mindset that punches into a magical quest, but it's a really worthy word for me right now.

That's why I'm never flaunting Mr. Chrono or anything, at that time, in a situation where I haven't been cornered by a monster in a long time, confusion, excitement, and a loss of heart that happened because I got all sorts of high.

No, maybe that's the curse of the "curse", something like "curse" "belly fissure" was, no, now "exclamation" "neck break" ", because it's the passion of a woman crazy about love that's hidden in that blade, so it's quite possible that she was put on that kind of 'chi'.

Anyway, I have nothing to think about Mr. Chrono, the shameful emotions of last night will be gently sealed in the depths of my heart and I will never remember again.

As soon as I finally got organized and settled into my feelings, I felt the sound and signs of people squealing from inside the tent.

It's only been about an hour since I switched turns with Mr. Chrono, but it looks like he's already awake.

Mr. Lily says he's still in Guthrie's sleep - Oh, does that mean it's me and Mr. Chrono alone from now on, does it?

"Embarrassing."

A third grunt.

No, there's no need to be ashamed of anything, because me and Mr. Chrono are just buddies, party members.

That being said, I can't help but feel my heartbeat ringing quietly.

Oh, Mr. Chrono is coming out of the tent already, calm down, won't he have red cheeks on his hen, won't he be niggling...... I get a little anxious, but especially with the same look of scarcity for change as usual, I turn my face toward him who appears.

"Good morning, Mr. Chrono"