Maou no Hajimekata

"Magic is really a lot of different properties. This is the simplest way to use it."

The tip of the index finger of the pinned and stretched oul is lit with amber light.

"Magic is shapeless like air, but when compressed, it has shape and hardness. If you shape him on that, this is the street. Increase the amount and you'll be a sword and a shield."

As he stroked the cloth at his fingertips, the chopped cloth fell to the floor.

"This is magic..."

"No, not exactly. This is just magic manipulation, not magic."

"How is it different?

To the simple question of the new disciple, the teacher thought a little. Because it was more a customary, sensory classification than a reason.

"There would have been something called swordsmanship in Nagya's skills. It's not swordsmanship if you use a sword, it's not swordsmanship if you wield a sword like just a stick. It is swordsmanship that works there, setting up the blade muscle and aiming at the enemy's steeple. Close to it."

"Uh... somehow, I think I know..."

It wasn't much of a pin explanation for Floro, who doesn't have swordsmanship skills, but what Oulu was trying to say is somehow conjecture and nod.

"For example, if we stay focused, the magic will lose its shape again. Then it's hard to use in action. So make it up to you by spells, and if you break the focus so that you can keep your shape, it's magic."

"... So you're going away from your will"

Oul nods contentedly to the perspective of his wise disciple.

"Exactly. Magic therefore always carries the risk of a runoff. Don't be alarmed."

"Okay!

It has enormous magic around the corner. I've never been over there to make Floro remember how to handle that either. But Oul, who was not going to use the power of skill crystals, was teaching magic from scratch with Floro as his disciple.

"Well, then we don't have time, and we're moving on to treatment quickly"

When Oul told him so, he turned his attention to the third being present in the room.

It is a radico whose hands and feet were fixed to the wall and whose clothes were torn open and naked.

Sarnak says no one can destroy the walls of this dungeon. I do feel a powerful technique caged, but it's just a wall for Oulu. If no one could destroy it, it was the best restraint.

"Speaking of which, this is magic too, isn't it?

"That's right. But I'm doing something much more advanced than it looks. You still can't do this."

"I don't think there's anything more advanced than moving the absolute 'Mother's Wall'..."

Ignoring Blur Floro, Oul took her hand.

"What I'm asking you to do this time is simple physical manipulation. Even if it's easy, it's deep, but if it's just simple strength and weakness for objects that don't have directions and aren't moving, you can do it."

Physical strengthening is easy but difficult. For example, if you lift your arms without thinking, your strengthened muscles will break your bones quickly. If you go in the wrong direction, you will hurt yourself if you intend to hit the enemy. If you want to strengthen it while fighting, you must also move magic to match your moving body.

But it wasn't that difficult even for beginners if it just reinforced the feeling of a fixed opponent.

"Here's the thing."

Oul manipulates her magic and applies the technique of sensory enhancement to Radico through Floro's hand, which he gripped.

"Ah. This is what Oulu used on me the other day."

"Well, you got it."

Identifying from the sense of using magic used on you is like saying a sentence if you can, just by touching a stone carved mirror letter with your finger. Though simple, Oul was impressed with Floro's memory and good understanding.

"Mm... mmm..."

With his eyes closed and his mind lost, Radico lowered his voice.

"More or less to this extent as strength...... right. Did I just say twenty or thirty times the normal time? Be careful, the sensitivity is not proportional to the amount of magic, but increases in a secondary function."

"Okay."

Leave the technique to Floro, who nods with a serious face, and Oulu turns to Radico again.

"'Wake Up'"

When Oulu told him so, Radico blurred and opened his eyes. There is no focus on it, and with a frightened look she looks up.

"This is... where...?

"I have nothing to worry about. This is a safe place."

Oul whispered in a gracious voice to Radico, who groaned with a dreaming face. In fact, it's like she's dreaming now.

Radico's thought was now deeply hypnotized by the repeated use of simple stimuli and witchcraft. You are awake, but unconscious.

Speaking of which, even when I first met Eunice, did you use such a hand? Oul inadvertently remembered a long time ago, shaking his head gently to focus his consciousness in front of him.

I need to talk to you for a second.

"Me and... talk to you?

Oulu nods to Radico, who asks in a prolonged tone.

"But... you shouldn't talk to people you don't know, Mr. Folio..."

"My name is Oulu. It's Ain't Soph Oul. What about you?

"I... Radico. Iron... Wasn't, Radico the Silver Arm"

Silver? And Oul lifted his inner neck, but went on for a moment.

"Now it's not like I don't know."

"Hmm... then you're fine..."

Then Radico is lightly convinced. Though he's hypnotized, he's still not a very deep thinker of things.

"Who told you to come here?

"That's... that I shouldn't say..."

In response, Oul frowned slightly. There are already measures in place when they are captured. Moreover, purposefully concealing the chain of orders could mean that both the middle-ranking Yuweroi and the humans beneath them have been ordained by another.

"Who said I shouldn't?

But to hide only certain information is incomplete. Unless you have been ordered to 'talk about nothing', there will always be a breakdown if you keep hearing indefinitely with someone who ordered you to hide it.

"Dear Folio..."

"Is Master Folio your husband?

Radico nodded.

"I see. I want to thank you for sending you here. Do you want me to give you a gift for Folio?

Oulu asked in a somewhat revolving way. Affirming that, it becomes clear that whoever sent Radico here is a folio. But in hypnosis, such logical thinking is not possible.

The only thing she's forbidden is to put the name of what sent her here in her mouth, so if you ask her this way, you can avoid it.

"Yeah, no... because it's not Master Folio..."

Radico shook his head to the side.

"So it's Yuweroy?

"Yeah......"

Again, there is another chain of command. In view of this readiness, we should assume that he was given false information at the time of the Courteau. It won't be entirely irrelevant to the boulder, but it's even possible that we don't know anything about it, even if we trace it to Yuweroy.

"Radico, from now on I'm gonna make you feel better."

Oul whispered that to Radico as he turned to Floro.

"Feeling good is good for you. Wouldn't you?

"It feels good... good..."

Naturally, simple logic.

"So you're gonna like the person who does that good thing, little by little"

"Do a good thing... I'll like it..."

Oulu plants repeated allusions so as to stain Radico's head in hypnosis.

"That's right. Thus."

"Huh..."

As Oulu stroked Radico's chest, she reacted tingly. The kind of swelling that that little body deserves. Though the body may feel young, it is maturing itself. The sensitivity isn't so bad, minus the fact that Floro has an assistant in magic.

"It's a pleasure to be touched by someone you like. The more you like me, the better you'll feel."

"Hmmm... Phew..."

Gently stroke the tung and pointy tip to crush it with your finger belly. You need to solve the hypnosis once to find out what's going on. But if you solve hypnosis, you can't even answer honestly. Therefore, it was necessary to ensure that it was well planted now.

"Do you prefer this one to the chest?

"Ahhh...! There it is......!

When Oul finally touched Radico's secret at his fingertips, there was a huge reaction. With the latest care not to scratch the mucous membrane, Oulu puffs his fingers into it. The already moist and wet secret slipped Oulu's fingers without any slight resistance.

"Ahhhhh...! Ku, uhh......!

A sweet voice leaks out of Radico's lips that leaves him unbearable. I didn't seem to have any experience, but I guess I've spoken for myself. It was a better response to missteps than my chest.

"You'd feel my fingers, wouldn't you? Concentrate. A thick finger enters your vagina to the second joint... and slowly looks at the vaginal wall. A slight bend in this way while gently pressing it in the belly of your finger makes you feel strongly comfortable running. Because there's a button here that evokes the pleasure of a woman..."

"Ah, um...! Huh...!

Whenever Oulu's fingers stroke Radico's secretary, its very shallow place, from there the love liquid overflows to soil Oulu's hands.

"It would feel good, wouldn't it? Put it in your mouth. Doing so makes me feel better"

"Kimochi... no, hey...! Feels good. Hey!"

Radico screams. No, the vaginal mouth squeezes Oulu's fingers cuddly.

"The better you feel, the more you like me. The more you like me, the better you'll feel. And so you climb higher and higher."

"Ahhh... Kimochi Hey...! More... More...!

Listen honestly to Oulu's implication, Radico keeps going up and down. Radico caresses further as she jiggles her hips and drips her love liquid like a flood.

"That's right. Now forget everything and feel better. You forget everything once and for all when your head turns white with pleasure. But I really don't forget. As soon as I'm asked, I can remember."

Applying the last hint, Oulu slightly increased the speed of his fingers.

"Come on, pleasure gets stronger and stronger. It's an image of consciousness flying into space... unleashed all at once."

"Ahhh! Huh! Fly! Let's fly. Whoa!

Rocking his knees gushing, sticking his tongue out, Radico can focus on his whole body all the time.

"Yikes! Say yes! That'll make you feel the most comfortable!

"Yikes! Yikes! Yikes! Whoa! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!

Strong at the moment, Radico's vaginal mouth tightened Oulu's fingers.

"Yikes... oops!

At that moment, an ominous noise rang.

"... na..."

Oul glances at the severe pain running on his right hand.

His fingers were completely crushed.

─ ─ By the vaginal pressure of the 'Iron Arms' Radico.