Kuro no Maou

The interior of the narrow, hard defensive tower is filled with an irresistibly sweet odor.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

A tall voice and a rough breath, like a girl. Then, the cheats and tentacles echo as if to undo it.

Simon was now completely captured by Mordura.

Dagger's daggered rifle, a weapon you can rely on, has rolled off your hand for a long time, sinking into the greasy mucus dripping from your tentacles. so as to tarnish even the will to resist.

"Ya... no..."

Dozens of tentacles intertwine to scorch Simon's little body. Morjura acting in herds, but here alone. Slowly, slowly, I can only plant my own seeds.

Mordura's tentacles are not particularly tough, nor are they growing sharp nails or hard thorns. Behaviors such as tearing and piercing the crusts and fur of captured organisms are not instinctive, all there is is is crawling around the body, looking for holes, etc.

Simon puts together a dark blue coat in his black seminary uniform, which he also wore in the Battle of Alsace. The clothes will not be torn, as attacked by tyrants, and not one of the buttons has come off. But Mordura's tentacles were too much to break in.

Sleeves of both hands, from the hem of both legs, a lukewarm tentacle enters. Slowly as a potato worm crawling through a tree branch, he crawls up his hands and feet. I don't think of it as a man, as if he was indulging in the softness of that white skin.

Mozomozo under the clothes and an unmistakable touch. The tentacles seem flexible at first glance, but the touch is close to a person's tongue and has flesh elasticity. If a sole applied to ecstasy mucus, which always continues to secrete from the body surface, crawls through the body, it feels more tangled, rather than licked around with a giant tongue.

Experience the decadence, and Simon starts screaming, but it only sounds sweet and mellow everywhere.

Natural ecstasy has been applied to the skin and, in addition, this heartburning odor has been inhaled into a cup of lungs, causing the effect to spread throughout the body. Even with ugly tentacles, the brain only continues to emit pleasure signals by force. No matter how much you hate, cry, or scream, just such disgust makes you feel so unbounceable. Simon whispers one more thing.

"Ha, ha... whoa..."

Even on the thin neck, the tentacles tangle. I don't tighten it hard. The purpose is reproduction, not murder, and it doesn't make sense if the other person dies. The tentacles were gentle and stroked Simon's noose.

At the same time, the tentacles dive in with cheats from the neck. From the collar of the white shirt, even between the stopped button and the button, as long as there is a gap, it is relentlessly penetrated.

The thin chest plate is stroked, crawling through the spine, licking the navel, and further underneath -

"Yay, ah... Huh!

Thus, the tentacles that have finally dominated Simon's entire body are about to begin to penetrate the hole they have searched for in unison. The foreplay has come to an end.

"Ahhhhhh!!

A resounding scream. There is still a definite aversion and willingness to reject. Last resistance.

But if you are this lowest and worst mausoleum coupled with Mordura's ability to just drive people crazy for pleasure, it's just a glimmer of resistance everywhere.

It wouldn't take five minutes for the production to start to corrupt Simon, who is just a person (an elf), who is not superior to mental defense or drug tolerance.

A tentacle tangled around his neck is about to enter Simon's mouth so that he won't even allow himself to raise his voice and scream. Its tentacles, which were as thick as the child's arms, were leaking drizzly cloudy juice from the tip, just wanting to punch the seeds right now.

Rub the tip of your dirty tentacles thoroughly on your plump cherry blossom lips, and then finally, try to start breaking in to ravage your mouth -

"Simon!

The voice of the man calling his name echoed from beyond the unopened iron door.

"Liar... brother..."

hallucinations, I just thought. Reason and self are melted with so much pleasure that they try to show themselves a convenient illusion.

But as I deny it, I do hear the sound of a hard knock on the iron door, along with a voice calling my name.

And at the next moment, the door opens up with a shitty metal noise - no, it was smashed.

Heavy steel doors, but I wonder how much force has been applied there, and it's shattered a lot. Such iron scraps turned the door, when it rolled into the room with momentum, immediately hit the stone wall and fell to the floor making a softening noise with Gwangwan.

"Simon......"

At the entrance off the door, one big man. Dark hair, black and red odd eyes. Simon can't possibly be confused about that face.

Really, you've come to help me - the joy is, however, swallowed up by negative emotions within a moment.

Remember who you are now.

First time understander, best friend. Chrono, he's the one who's in such a terrible mausoleum.

"Don't look at me..."

"Simon......"

Sweet smell that's going to make my nose crazy. Dim indoors, tentacle lumps. And the shadows that are caught entangled in it.

"Don't look at me..."

Such a weak voice, which was still breaking my heart, reached my ear.

Before I understand what Simon thought and said that, my anger breaks the limit in an instant.

Hey, Temehe, what are you doing to my Simon?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

He even forgot to take the weapon in his hand, just in anger, beating his friend to the humiliating monster.

Naturally, black magic swirls all over the hard gripping fists. Neither elaborate imagery nor complex surgical formulas are needed. The shortest and fastest magic activation, I don't even have to name it - "Pile Banker" hit straight through Mordura.

Breaking through a layer of ball-shaped solidified round tentacles, fists and magical runoff blow the pulsating central organ like the heart inside of it into the wood dust.

The crushed body is slammed against the stone wall as dozens of tentacles stretched out to Simon pull a thousand pieces at once. Bechari made a noise and scattered pieces of flesh as dirty as crushed tomatoes.

He said he was going to die in just one shot. I can't handle the anger at all, but I don't have time for this anymore.

"Hey, Simon! It's okay!?

Released from tentacle restraint, Simon fell and lay on the spot like a doll with a broken thread.

"Hold on!

Its little body is entangled with tentacles like countless snakes crawling around, stirring up a physiological aversion just to see.

Damn, I don't want to mess with all this dirt...

With Simon lying on his back asleep, first grab and drag the tentacles that are intruding from the hem, sleeves, collar neck, etc. of his clothes. Even if the body is crushed, the tentacles cut like bamboo will continue to snap for a while. If we don't get him out of here fast, the treatment's no good.

"Ahh... ahh!

Every time he pulls out his tentacles, Simon shook his body in a vicious, disturbed whisper.

Rough exhales, upbeat cheeks, vain but hot moist jade eyes staring straight at me. For a moment, I seriously forgot that Simon was a man. Not so much, attractive gaze.

Damn it, calm down. You're not, now think more, calmly, about the situation!

It's okay, Simon is alive properly. I don't even see any trauma. There must be nothing else in life.

"Simon, can you hear me? How's your consciousness?

"Ugh... brother... brother. Come on."

They recognize me. It doesn't seem completely crazy, but still, it's pretty much Morjura's ecstasy going around. This is all the mucus all over my body, so I guess it's natural.

The problem isn't just the ecstasy effect, maybe they have seeds in their bodies. If treatment is not given at an early stage, it may be too late.

Fortunately, some of the students had healers (Priest), and Nell would recover if he took a short break.

And more importantly, I now possess only one potion to detoxify Mordura's ecstasy.

During the crusade quest I received when I went up to Rank 3, I prepared it in case, but I didn't know I was going to use it at this time.

"It's a detoxification potion, drink it"

Remove the potion from the shadow while lifting Simon's upper body with the tentacles removed.

Close the bottle with the plug removed to the mouth, which has been applied to the saliva and mucus and is half open.

"Huh, guh-huh!

However, it does not swallow the potion well and it erupts so that it can remain intact. I get a hunch that the splash is bad while I get it on my arm or face.

The detoxification potion contains only a small amount that you can drink up in one bite if you want to. If you return the back, it means you can expect to be effective enough just to take that amount, but Simon wasted nearly half of it at once because he couldn't swallow it well.

Fulfill, can I let him drink like this again? No, in the first place, if you can't swallow it well, would it be dangerous instead to try to force you to drink it? Still, if we don't give him the antidote as soon as possible, there's no chance he'll have any sequelae.

"What are you lost, you have to do it! Simon, I'll make you drink the potion again, so swallow it thoroughly!

When I was ready, I screamed, and I picked up the rest of the potion myself. I don't swallow, it's just in my mouth.

I mean, mouth shift.

I pressed my lips without hesitation into Simon's mouth, which was sloppily half-opened.

The kiss I feel for the first time - and the equivalent feel, I'm going to be unintentionally distracted.

What is this, so soft, lips are so soft? Not only does it smell like the sweet smell of mucus, but it also smells specific to girls like Lily and Fiona.

Oh, shit, hang on, man. Me!

Yes, scolding himself, he concentrates desperately and pours the potion into Simon.

It doesn't make sense to pour it in all at once. Not to erupt again, slowly, little by little.

"Mm-hmm!?

In the middle of it, I was suddenly surprised by 'something' I felt on the tip of my tongue, and I almost let go of my mouth unexpectedly. But when I realized, Simon's arms were holding my head down disappointingly, and I couldn't even leave him.

It's like an enthusiastic lover kissing each other...... no, the current state can rightly be called a deep kiss. The truth is, I realized right away that it's Simon's little tongue that gets tangled up in my tongue.

What is Simon thinking right now, or what kind of illusion is he seeing?

If you're even having a lovely dream of kissing an extinct beauty, keep watching. It's too cruel to tell the truth. Including that I can't help it and I'm thrilled.

I lost as much potion in my mouth and passed on Simon's tongue to make him drink it safely.

Release your mouth as you leak your breathing breath. The mixed saliva of each other and the mucus of Mordura fall between them, pulling the thread.

After a beating, I noticed that my breath was getting rough myself.

"Ha... ha... brother..."

Simon's lid dropped as he leaked a small grunt to call me. I can't tell if it's the limit of my health or the potion effect, but apparently I fell asleep.

I don't disturb my breathing, I just have a lovely sleep. At least, I don't see any abnormalities.

"... thank goodness"

Staring at Simon's tender sleeping face, I finally get that feeling.

Yes, I could have helped my people this time.

Good, I'm really glad. Glad you're alive. Hurry up, get Nell involved, use Mary badly, and still, glad we made it...

It was a time of great relief.

Goaaaaaaaaaaa!!

A tremendously loud roar echoes the tower.

"What!?

I can understand intuitively that a monster must have emerged right around the corner. I figured out who the monster was when I stood up from the window right next to him to check it out.

I haven't witnessed it yet. But at this point, my left eye, Mia's crimson eye, reflected a dazzling red flash. It is indisputable, a light that shows the existence of trials.

"Coming, Greedgore"