Maou no Hajimekata

In a dark, cold underground prison, Alan was rolling like a potato worm. The arms are tied behind them by a ring of iron, and the feet are tied together in a similar way. Naturally, I couldn't even use magic.

Yesterday, he was moved to a large room for only one day, but all the other time he had been rolled over a narrow prison floor. There can't be a bed or anything, and your body is on the much colder ground. The meal was carried only once a day, and Alan drank crude soup with no utensils or anything more directly on his mouth like a dog.

I can't even add something to my satisfaction because there's nothing in the room on top of my hands and feet tied. Surrounded by his own filth, Alan was harshly connected raw in a miserable manner, not above this.

For one thing, there is no other reason than the existence of a companion who could have lived and lived in such humiliation without ever cutting off his life.

For the first three days or so, I was hoping that my people would come and rescue me. Alan, who was stunned first, doesn't know all his people have been caught. Regardless of Naja being sealed of the move, I wondered if Shal the Art or that dependable Wikia would be running away and working out a rescue operation for me.

Then for three days, I've come to understand that I'm apparently not going to be able to expect that and that I'm not going to keep Alan alive in Oulu for that long. It's just salt soup that's not nutritious for Loc, even though the meal can be inserted. Situations where he can't even move and cold floors relentlessly deprive Alan of his strength, and his immeasurable powerlessness and the smell of filth scrape all of his tough mental strength. I guess it won't last that long, Alan intuited.

In the next three days, Alan finally had a slight hope. Until then, it was a brunette as beautiful as a doll who was carrying a meal to him, and no matter what Alan said, he didn't move one eyebrow and did his duty faithfully.

But it wasn't the woman who brought the meal on the seventh day, it was the female demon with the wings of the bat. Alan glanced at the ugly wing, but when I talked to her, she answered unexpectedly casually.

The information that all three of his buddies were grabbing it discouraged Alan, but he wasn't so shocked. Because at the same time we got the information that the treatment of the three is considerably better than Alan's.

On day 8, Alan began to have another concern. That's why my people are being treated better than Alan. Simply put, Oul is not willing to kill the three of them. At least, not right away.

But that makes us expect the worst development for Alan.

And the day came when that nightmare would become a reality.

Alan was allowed to purify himself that day with water, and he was able to leave the narrow prison for a long time without his shackles removed. They are taken straight to the room with big eyes. Nothing compares to the prison where Alan was. The floor is cleaned beautifully and the walls are as bright as the ground with light. Large beds and furniture were provided, and Alan was seated in a chair in the corner of the room.

Makes a noise and the handcuffs connect to the chair. I have a bad feeling, and even if I glance at the female demon who brought Alan so far, she just leaves the room as if she didn't see Alan or something.

Inside the room where no one is anymore, an indescribable unpleasant hunch tells Alan's spine. It's like when you're touching a treasure chest with a jump-off, malicious trap. It's an irresistible, unpleasant feeling.

But there's nothing Alan can do. The clue was connected to the chair disappointingly, and no matter how much I pulled it off, it was unlikely to come off.

Alan waiting without a scratch. In no time, the door to the room opened.

"Naja! Shall, Wikia!

To the appearance of the three men who came in, Alan gave a voice of joy. Though wearing crude clothes for prisoners, none of the three seem very vulnerable. Naja was long. Her hair was shorter, but she didn't seem to have any major scratches.

"... what's going on? Everybody. Are they keeping you from talking? Or your ears?

To Alan's inquiry, only Wikia shakes her neck sideways. And I groaned pompously.

"Alan...... sorry.... Sorry."

I just lean over, repeat the words of my apology, and Wikia doesn't even look at me.

Naja just stares into the void with her nodding eyes about what she's thinking. As usual, Nico's char doesn't answer Alan's words, he just laughs.

"Did you indulge in an inspiring reunion?

"... oul! What did you do to the three of us?

He rattled a chatter and a handkerchief, and Alan rode his body forward as best he could.

"Hmmm... what did you do,"

As Oul proceeded with his steps to contemplate, he held them between Shal and Najah, standing side by side, and eagled their breasts.

"Explain it to me? What has happened in the last few days"

They dye their cheeks with joy when they say they are being grabbed by Oul, who was an enemy in front of Alan. Alan was devastated by the look on his face.

"Shull, Naja, what the hell is going on...!? What the hell... Wikia, you know what!?

I can't even have a conversation. I turn my gaze to Shal and Naja, to Wikia. But she just repeats her words of apology, and this one isn't a conversation here either.

"Hmm, right.... Leona, explain it to him"

Intimately calling his real name, Oul held Naja's hips. Naja turned her attention to Alan, as if she had finally regained the art of conversing to the word.

"I'm sorry, Alan. I was cheating on you."

So when Naja shifts her gaze to Oulu, she turns her arms around Oulu's neck and kisses him.

"I am Lord Oulu's loyal subordinate. I've been cheating on you the whole time."

"Lying!! Oh no... that can't be, because you... ugh!

blocks Alan's words screaming as he crouches and shackles, and Oul commands Naja.

"This man seems to find your words hard to believe.... show me proof of your loyalty so I can believe it."

"Yes, Master Oulu"

Naja nodded happily, riding on the bed and on all fours, pointing her ass at Oulu.

"Please, receive my testimony of loyalty, Master Oulu"

"Naja! Stop it, stop it! It's a lie, it's such a lie, a joke...... no, it's every damn thing, isn't it? That's how you ask him out and snap his neck, isn't it? Oh, no, Shull, Wikia, stop Naja!

To Alan's cry of sorrow, Charles smiled with Nico, and Wikia turned away spicy. In front of them like that, Oul thrust something hard and backward into Naja's secret crack.

Favors, and they don't hate themselves. Such a person, who should have been very close to his lover, is now being offended by a stranger. But more than that, the fact that Naja was happily melting her expression and waving her hips happily broke Alan's heart.

"Don't... don't"

Alan, who shouted at the scream and rammed on the rampage, was soothingly tired and sat in his chair by the time Oul spit out plenty of cloudy fluid behind Naja.

"Thank you for your mercy, Master Oulu"

Spreading the secret rift with both hands, Naja deliberately showed Alan the seed of Oul dripping out of it.

"Now you understand? My body belongs to Oul-sama, from a piece of hair to a piece of nails. I love Lord Oulu deeply. I'm sorry I cheated on you, but it's for my husband. I'm sorry."

The sappy tone was Alan's knowing female warrior himself. But I've never seen a woman's face like the one she showed me before. Are you sure she's Naja? Alan turned his gaze to the other two to ask for help.

"Oh, let me explain about the other two, of course. Shirley, you're next."

When Oul called Shall, she happily bounced her little body and got in on the bed.

"Yes, I loved Mr. Alan. Strong, brave, gentler than anyone. I loved Mr. Alan like that."

Shamelessly such Shall turned to him with a smile not at all different from Alan's memory. A gentle smile, like the light of a warm day.

"But I was taught something nicer than that."

That melted lewdly. Charles crawled his tongue on his penis, all over Naja's love liquid and Oul's semen, and contained it in his mouth.

"That's this penis...... oh, it's hard, big, and successful...... it doesn't compare to something from Mr. Alan. Sooo, so nice..."

Alan's groin was stiff and bulging at some point in the dementia that played out in front of him. He also wears thin prisoner clothes similar to his three daughters, so I can clearly see the shape of his swollen groin. Comparing that to Oulu's, Charles laughed dullly.

And when you roll in the bed, you open the secret crack wide with your fingers and invite the oul.

"Master Oulu, offend your nasty slave to the back with that fat, lovely penis and don't pour a lot of white semen into your specialty bag for Master Oulu"

Alan no longer believed the sight in front of him. That innocent and pure Char, the most modest and clear-cut of the three, she opens her crotch wide, mouths horny, shallow and semen, etc.

"Ahhh! Master Oulu's fat, he's coming in... Huh! More, more to the back...... Huh! Please offend the back. No!!

While Alan is stunned, Shall's tiny body is implanted with Oulu's penis in a long way. with a size up to ferocity. It was, however, lightly swallowed up by Shall's secretary.

Alan was listening to it as he was struck. Charles' whisper further tears apart the beaten heart of Alan. I no longer have the power to scream or even rumble.

"It's a lie... this is a lie... it's a dream, it's a dream..."

Desperately bumps and squeals, denying the scene in front of him. It was the only way to keep my shattered heart still somehow.

"Well, it's Wikia at the end"

Spit out plenty of sperm in the shalls, too, and Oul summoned the last one.

"I have one good news. Look up."

Oul cuddled Wikia from behind and let her grab that luxurious jaw with her hand and point it towards her own face. Wikia looks reluctant even as she leaves herself to be.

"Unlike the other two, this girl hasn't forgiven me yet. Nor has he given his true name."

To the words, Alan looked up to Wikia reflexively. There is certainly something on that look that, unlike the other two, indicates a rejection. If she's always deposited, calm and lacking in facial expressions to get that much disgust look on her face, it's proof that she feels quite disgusted from the heart.

I felt I had found the only light, and my vitality returned to Alan's body, with fire in my heart. Perhaps she is sealed in witchcraft and pushed in by force. I don't know how the other two happened, but it's definitely the result of an evil sorcery.

But I didn't get through to Wikia. I am a rare magician myself, only for Wikia.

Alan hurried through his thoughts. As long as we can come up with a plan, the smart Wikia will soon notice and execute it on the signal. All we have to do is come up with a way out of this predicament. Remove the shackles somehow, destroy the curse that is sealing Wikia's magic, and kill Oulu.

If that's all we can do, Alan and the others can go back to normal. At least, Alan and Wikia. The other two, who have been defiled, have no choice. Worst of all, you can abandon it. But only Wikia. Only Wikia, who is still pure, must be protected at all costs. Alan swore so to his heart.

I'll figure it out, I'll take care of it. With that willingness, Alan sent his gaze to Wikia. Having had numerous adventures together, she immediately perceives it.

"... sorry, Alan"

And the words I returned were still apologies.

"Come on, Wikia. Tell him.... Whose are you?"

Oulu sits back on the bed and claws. When Wikia stood in front of her, she rolled her clothes up to her chest.

"I'm sorry, Alan... I'm all Oulu's now, except my heart"

Its white smooth belly was carved with the name of Oulu. A magical engraving that usually doesn't appear, but rises when you hit the magic of Oulu. It was a testament to the 'things' that would be owned.

"Oh no... Wikia... you're lying, aren't you? It's all right, I'll think of an operation I can do right away... since you've been through the crisis. Look... if there's a bond between us"

To Alan's words, Oul responded with a picky, eyebrow raised.

"... to this extent, such as interception, bonding, etc. Sure, I guess you guys were, in a real way, bonding. But it's also something that collapses so easily."

Like a mockery, Oul said.

But those eyes are dark everywhere... and somewhere, they shine a sad light. Only Wikia, who keeps her sane on the spot, realized that.

"Come on, Wikia."

Not long after thinking deeply about it, Wikia slowly lowered her back and thanked Oulu for her penis in that secret fissure.

"Stop...... stop, wikiaaa! Stop it, stop it! Stop it, please! I will kill you! I will definitely kill you, I will kill you! Try putting that filthy thing in her a little bit, I'll chop it up in inches, crude! Stop, stop, wikiaaaah!!!

Alan cries as if screaming from the back of his soul, riding himself out with all his arms cut off. But when Oul put his hands on both shoulders of Wikia, he drew them all at once and pierced them deep.

"Ohhhhhhh!! I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you! Curse me, rot me out! Ahhhhh! I will never forgive you! So do you guys! Shall, Naja! These whores, they're such men with colored eyes, and this, you fuckin 'cunt, you little cunt!

Wikia's secret tears pierced in front of him bled out, as Alan showed them. Her purity, which she has protected so far, is precisely a testament to what has now been taken.

Alan cursed with defilement and vomited words of curse. Seeing his changed appearance, which was gentle, right and brave, the last fortress of Wikia's heart was shattered and scattered.

All the rights of the flesh are taken away, and even the act of excretion is irresistible without Oulu's permission. It was Alan who lost all her dignity as a human being. But that too has now been lost with disappointment and disillusionment.

Calmly identifying the appearance, Oul whispers in her ear.

"Come on, Wikia. Tell that nasty, savage man. With your true name, who your Lord is."

"My, the Lord is... this, Lord of Wiktor Quia Wiktima, is you, Lord Oul...!

It was the moment when a young and talented sorcerer sold his soul to an old, evil sorcerer.

Intense pleasure pierces Wikia's body and in an instant she reaches her peak. The feeling of being captured directly by the soul was horrible enough to freeze from the bottom of his heart and sweet enough to paralyze from the bottom of his body.

Wikia felt her own soul stained black. That's a senseless pleasure. Once you know the pleasure, you can't go back to normal.

Wikia despised Charles so much by then and begged her, but now she knows how she feels more than anyone else. If you say you can taste this pleasure as many times as you want if it is held by Oulu, sell your soul as many times as you want.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

As if that's all I could say, Alan is crazy... no, maybe he's actually crazy already. Anyway, I kept screaming like that.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Absolutely..."

But the words never lasted forever.

Because by the sword that Najah waved, he divided his neck from his torso. It was something that no one on the spot would notice, but it was what Alan got and named the cleaver's sword.

The four joined forces, and the sword that swept the neck of Minotaur from Alan's hand to Najah's, and now clawed Alan's neck.

With abundance of hatred and curse upon him, the corpse with its neck snatched is quickly transformed into a demon by the magic of Oul. Curse all things, hate all things, immortal mad warrior...... the birth of Durahan.

"A minotaur prepared with a weapon was lightly killed, paying high corner money to not eat, but this guy would have extra to make up for it instead. Place it in the guard room on the second level. After that, tell the Dwergs to get a set of gear. Oh, I don't need a shield. Let me hold my neck in my left hand."

Let him now have a sword with his neck, speak to the lil outside the room, and entrust Durahan with his treatment. Hatred is the root of the Devil. It's not like it's just a living dead.

"Yes. What will your husband do?

"Wikia is new now, and it's the first time we've had all three of us. Let's try to make it a little more enjoyable."

Oul calls Najah and Shall to peel left and right as he pierces Wikia in the rear seat position. The big job that had been clearing up for a while was finally done. I was going to take some time off this evening while I enjoyed the results of my work.

"... when I come back from processing this, will you finally deal with me too?

A little thought, Lil asked. I would have complained before, but these days Lil had something to think about, and this is how it was starting to sweeten me.

"... okay. Then Spina and... if you see him, bring Ellen too"

I'll tell you the names of the two people who let me work like my youngest daughter because they're understaffed. They were comfortable with the wind they didn't particularly care about, but they were also afraid of later without following anything.

"Copy that! Well, I'll be in a hurry!

Lil followed Durahan and literally flew away.

A knight without a neck with endless hatred will manipulate similar swords and sorcery in his lifetime to bring more adventurers to the Blood Festival.

As he pondered what was to come, Oul released his eye sperm into Wikia for the first time.