Maou no Hajimekata

The story goes back a few days.

The day Naja woke up in prison, that is, the day after Alan's line was torn and captured by Oulu. The monk Charles was also awake in prison.

Are you awake?

Half-hearted on the bed, Charles stood reflexively when he saw a man sitting in a chair with legs in the same room. I don't recognize him on my face because he was wearing a mask, but I can tell right away by his outfit and amber hair. This man is the Wicked Mage Oul.

"Don't panic. I don't want to hurt you. If that's what you want, I'm killing you."

Oulu didn't look panicked and such. I didn't believe that word, but Charles only relieves a little of his physical tension. In the first place, I knew it was useless to defy.

It's the sealed demon curse that's stuck in her right index finger (for the record, the explanation Oulu gave Naja is a big lie, not the one with the sealed demon curse or anything).

As long as I have this, I can't use magic, and I can't take it off myself. Being the White Art, she is weaker and smaller in stature than a human being, so she doesn't even feel like fighting Oul with her arm strength, a man as much as a magician.

"What do you want"

"You talk fast."

With a gruesome grin, Oul reassembled his legs. He puts his hands on his chin to think a little bit.

"Well, why don't you give it to me?"

That's what I said as if I were ordering liquor at a liquor store. I was still a shul with no experience, but I'm not even a kid enough to know what that means. I dyed my bright white skin bright red and stared at the oul.

"Please don't be ridiculous. I'll bite this tongue to death if I'm as dirty as an evil, inferior man like you."

"You don't like it enough to risk your life."

"Naturally."

Oulu nodded at Shull, who answered immediately.

"So even if that life belongs to my people, can you say the same thing?

Shall's complexion changes from red to pale at once.

"All three of your people are safe.... now."

"... this, shameless"

Cute expression distorted into hatred, clenched his back teeth and Shull stared at Oulu. But his eyes, which seemed to tear the oul apart if he had a blade on his gaze, were also utterly helpless in front of the skin on the face of the evil sorcerer.

After a plethora of patrols, in a cursory motion, Charles laid down his body on the bed and closed his eyes for a long time.

"... Whatever you want"

White arves live many times as long as humans. And spend most of that time loosely loving just one opponent. Love is supreme for White Art, and the purity that can prove it is more important than anything else.

Was she just ready to throw it away for her people? Of course my beloved Alan, Naja and Wikia are also irreplaceable friends and companions of the race to Shall differently. Shaking herself into the cruel fate that was going to pour on herself, Charles ate her teeth off. I don't tear in front of this man. Yes, I swear.

"Apparently, you're making some mistake."

Such a sad readiness for the little girl...

"I don't care about your body or anything. It's up to you to beg. Please, Master Oul, please offend yourself."

Oulu stepped on his feet.

To so much humiliation, to so much anger, Charles can't even breathe in words. In addition to being the White Aalv, who originally preferred peace, she aspired to be a monk to serve God. My colleagues thought it was full of charity, unrelated to anger, etc., and so did Shall himself.

That's this, penetrating hatred. Charles lost me to the emotions I tasted for the first time in my life.

"Ohhhhhh!!

When I jump out of bed, I shake my fist up and run into the oul. The slender arm, swung through with passion, was, however, lightly received by Oulu.

"I see, I understand your request well."

With an abominably calm attitude, Oul said, turning his back as he let Schal's arm go.

"First the right arm."

Though I can't understand the meaning of Oulu's words, I feel ominous signs and the heartbeat of Shall howls.

"Next left arm, right foot, left foot. Then he scrapes his ears, chooses his eyes, and cuts his tongue out. Don't worry, I'm going to take you one by one with healing magic, so I can't let you die. I'm just about to get a piece of meat I can't do anything about, and I'll let you see me. To your darling man."

"Wait!

Charles stuck to Oulu. Anger and hatred disappear instantly, and instead fear completely dominates her heart.

"Please, don't... please, I will. Anything, I will..."

Tears overflowed from both her eyes. The same goes for not being in front of an old sorcerer, such as the girl's fragile vows.

"Well, then what do you have to say?

What, and Charles got stuck in words. But if he hesitates, Oul loses interest from her. With a child-like look that even boring featherworms observe, Oul watched Shall. It's not funny to watch like a beetle or butterfly with horns, but I'd be willing to look at it if it was just while I was flying so hard... that's the look on my face.

"Oh... please, Oulu... Dear. Please... please, let's... offend you...!

Finally, the chaste White Art monk succumbed.

"Hmmm...... well fine. Lie on the bed, tuck your clothes up and open your legs."

Not to show any particular emotion, Oul ordered. In a nasty motion, Charles laid down his body on the bed and swept up his clothes with trembling hands.

"Show me everything."

Oulu complains about Schal raising his clothes to expose only his lower body. Charles did as he was told, with tears on the edge of his eyes. Loosen her clothes to the point where they caught on the side, almost revealing her complexion.

Compared to the fleshy black arv body, the white arv body is lacking in irregularities. Whispering puffiness and a simple slit with no hairs or strands, like a child, exposed Oulu's careless gaze, and Charles slowly shrunk his body.

When Oul approached her without saying a word, he forced his stuff into a crack that wasn't even wet.

"Ohhhhh!!

Charles screamed at the pain of literally tearing himself apart. There is so much pain that there are no puffs or tears in my eyes. I didn't even have time to feel lost.

Oulu repeats the sampling without worrying about the painful schal.

"Ugh...! Ku, oh......! No... uhh, guhhhhh!

Grabbing the sheets of the bed so hard that the color of his hands disappeared, Shall still didn't say words like "stop" or "don't like". The only thing leaking out of her mouth is just a painful voice. If you showed any attitude of rejection, you must have been concerned that you would be tired of your peers.

I don't give it to my mouth or my expression, but Oul was just a little impressed with the strength of his will. Well, it fits. Yes, I squeal in my chest and cast a small spell, confused by Shall's screams. The first thing I want to do is give you fear, and I don't mean to break it.

"Ugh... ah?

Little by little the pain eased and Schal blinked her eyes as bewildered.

"You're getting wet most of the time. No matter how hard you hate her, this is what she looks like."

"... that's why..."

"So what's this?

Oulu deliberately showed the noise, stirring inside the gully and shalls.

The look on Charles's face stains despair. Being forced to be obscene is harder and more intolerable than death, but I can bear it if I think for my people. But being defiled was beyond her tolerance.

This expression is bad for boulders, and Oulu changes direction.

"I have nothing to be ashamed of. This is a natural thing, a natural dish that God has ordained."

"God... but...?

Oh, and Oulu nods.

"I defeated the four of you alone. I used the plan, but it's a sure fact that I'm stronger than you. And the woman is physically formed to be attracted to a strong man. Whatever the mind, the flesh does not lie. If it is given more than heaven, there is no other saying that God has ordained it so."

Of course, such a thing is a big lie.

Schal's secret is wet merely as a defensive reaction to protect himself from forceful sampling. There's no such thing as a woman who feels forced to be pierced without foreplay, but if a woman is attracted to a strong man, the men of the world don't struggle.

But for the first time I knew a man, and I couldn't doubt it on Shall, who was actually getting wet in the groin and the pain was gone. If you doubt it, you will admit that your heart has been defiled. I can't stand that. So Shall followed Oulu's lie.

"Soon...... it will be better"

Oul stuck his hidden ecstasy in her secret nucleus as he poked it into Shall. Whenever used as a raw material in the slime of spinner production, Oulu has made further improvements. It works on the skin or orally, twitching and boosting its sexiness and excitement.

"Mmm... heh..."

In no time, Charles began to raise his sweet voice.

"No, I'm not... lying... lying..."

Confused by the feeling of running your body, you desperately deny it.

"I'm not lying. I told you, your body is attracted to me and already embraces it. … but I'm not asking you to forgive me."

To his unexpected words, Charles looked up at Oul's face unexpectedly.

"My heart is yours. The only thing I can offer is my body. Have a full taste of God's work."

With that said, Oul poked in the back as he attacked Charles' horny nucleus. The wound was completely healed and her body, lit by ecstasy, accepted the pleasure obediently.

"Huh...... ahhh! Huh, hah..."

You don't have to forgive your heart. To the words, Schal's suffering was greatly reduced.

What we call recognition is hypersensitive to change. That's nothing limited to the five senses.

Naja deceived her vision and memory with a slow change, but Charles, on the contrary, had the illusion that Oulu was giving her happiness by dropping her emotions all at once to the bottom and twitching them up with pleasure and forgiveness from there.

"Come on, let's go. Accepting a strong man's sperm in the womb is more than a joy as a woman. Joy and pleasure will penetrate your whole body and lead you to happiness.... Let's get it out... Huh!

Slipping through the shalls to the back, Oulu unleashes the sperm in the back. At the same time, I applied a different ecstasy to her secrets than I had just used. This time it's something with immediate effect but short lasting power.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

Charles clenched his sheets with all-out force, turning his body like a bridge and exclaiming. Bees and sparks scatter in front of you, and your vision blinks. It was a fierce pleasure I had never felt in my ever serene life.

Careful and unconscious, Schal's expression was completely melted into pleasure.