Maou no Hajimekata

"Oh, my goodness!

When she entered the room, with such a voice, the queen put a dagger in her hand.

Rarely stabbed him with his chest, not his stomach, and Oul calls out where he breathes with his shoulders.

"Are you ready?

There are no scratches on that figure, not even traces of blood.

"You monster..."

Did the queen understand in vain, and she fell down her dagger with tease? It's unfortunate for her, but that didn't show the immortality of Oulu's specialty right now, but the initial steps of witchcraft. It was an easy illusion that wouldn't hook me up if I did magic.

Behind her were two, princesses lining up and similarly hitting Oulu with a gaze of hatred. Former Queen Olivia is now 32 years old. My daughters Patricia and Priscilla are 16 and 12 respectively. They were all no less beautiful women, beautiful girls.

All three had blonde blue eyes that looked just like each other, as if they were looking at the age of one woman. Priscilla, whose face is still unusual, is like a tightly closed bud. Hands and feet are thin and chest swelling is scarce. Instead, there was the unique loving qualities of the toddler that fascinated everything.

Patricia, by contrast, is exactly the poor flower that just opened. The body is rounded and the puffiness of the chest and hips is modest, but clearly pushed up the clothes, claiming their appeal loudly. While sheltering Priscilla behind her back, she had her face drawn to fear, but hung that neat brow and stared at the oul at her temperament.

If Priscilla is a bud and Patricia is a flower, Olivia is a ripe bouquet of large wheels. Its full-bodied body sticks up all the time because it wears clothes, and the fragrance of the mature female is stirred around so much that she says whether this is still the case. Now, its body was equipped with exquisite proportions, without sagging anywhere to say that it had both children.

"First, I have to tell you something."

The three beauties breathed unexpectedly in the sight that spread before them.

"I'm sorry. I apologize for killing your husband and father."

The Demon King bowed his head deeply and apologized.

"... if it's enough to apologize, return your father!

"I can't do that. Because it was necessary."

Oul answered resolutely to the cry of the grieving Patricia.

"This country was rotten. No, it's still rotten. But he's not dead yet. We needed to kill the king to keep the country alive."

But Oulu goes on.

"Before the king was king, he was your husband and father. Therefore, I came to apologize. It was the king who needed to kill, not your father."

Priscilla, a young man, wept at the words.

"So you're saying Cals was inappropriate as king?

"You thought it was appropriate?

Asked the other way around, Olivia pressed silence. It is clear that the Demon King is not looking to make this country any better. But she knew better than anyone that her late husband was a famous man.

"Let's ask the other way around. Was Cals a good husband?

"… of course"

Staring back at Oulu, who sends an intimidating gaze, Olivia answered her temperament.

"Ho."

Oul shouted delightfully, casually grabbing Olivia's breasts.

Trying to get rid of it, Olivia finally realized that she was unable to move her body or speak up. Needless to say, it's Oulu's magic via gaze.

But that didn't pass on to the daughters who saw her back from behind.

"Mother...?

Patricia raised her voice anxiously to her mother, who was rubbed in the chest while being.

"Even if you can lie with your mouth, your body doesn't seem to be."

To the point of not being nasty, but fingering Olivia's dress that lustrously exposed her chest, Oulu pulled back at once.

With the sounding momentum, the two fruits ripe in abundance sway and swell. Maybe bigger than Lil's, Oulu was impressed. Olivia's twin hills are stunning bell-shaped with dons, barely dripping despite their age and size.

Oul said as he grabbed it with both hands, rubbing it as he thought.

"With such a brilliant body, he was hardly dealt with by Callus, was he? How many years ago was the last time you had me hold you?

Olivia in a state where she could not speak, but lost her words to Oul's words. Sure, it was long before Cals loved her on the floor, back when she was only 20. Welcoming the feminine platter, the chaste lady could not bring in any other man in front of her daughters, and even spared her ripe body.

"In the meantime, he enjoys himself with many beautiful women in the backyard. Leave such a beautiful wife alone... so can you say she was a good husband?

But it can also be said that there is no choice. The most important thing for Cals, who was king, is to create an inheritance. Olivia, who gave birth to her daughter twice in a row, was turned down as a female belly, and since giving birth to Priscilla, she has not even been called.

"I see. Maybe that's what kings are for. Whether you deserved to be king or not, you can leave it to the folk grass and the historians of the later world to judge. But as a husband, as a father? Did Cals take you guys into account? Love you, have you saved me?

pointing to the figure, Patricia leans down. My father, eager to inherit a boy and not finally fulfilling him, rarely omitted his daughters. Inheritance was so important to Figlia, a small country surrounded by the great Grandiera and the religious state Raffanis.

But isn't that and love as a father something else? Patricia thought so for the first time before Oulu, who spoke separately of the king and his father.

"What do you say, Olivia? It's been a while since a man took me, and the feeling of being asked for is"

To Oulu's skillful fingering, Olivia's cheeks were upbeat and the core of her body ached in search of a man.

"Shall I be clear? Your king, Kars, as king, husband, father..."

"I hate it!!

Patricia took the dagger on the floor and shook it down on Oulu's arm. The sword wielded with thin arms cannot break the bone, but it eats into the arms of the oul and stops, but this time it scratches the body of the oul firmly, not the illusion, etc.

Oul was impressed with the strength of his heart, but he grabbed the sword and took it from Patricia without putting such a thing to his hundred million tails. Soon his arm wounds will heal, as well as his gaze will come off and Olivia's body will be free.

But all she could do when she regained her freedom was embrace and shelter Patricia, who touched (seemingly) Oul's wrath.

"Forgive me... forgive me"

The experience of being blindfolded and unable to move or speak firmly planted fear in Olivia's mind. She shuddered, yet firmly embraced Patricia and begged for forgiveness.

"Fine. My two daughters can miss it depending on their attitude. … but let me show you the sincerity that it deserves"

As I sighed that it was a cliché dialogue, my parents and children trembled with horror when Oul said so. I understood the meaning of the word. Priscilla was the only one among the three who didn't grasp the intent, tearing but decent.

"... OK, Oulu... Dear Sir... Then go to my bedroom..."

"You don't have to."

Oul grabbed Olivia's arm and pulled her body to the bed behind the room, pushing her down.

"You guys watch there." I forbid you to move or speak. "

Oul looked back at his daughters behind him and ordered him to do so with a curse in his words. The two princesses, who were raised dearly in the royal palace and were never even called upon to use magic or anything else, were unable to move like stones in one word with their gaze thrown at their own mother.

"No...... hey!

"Well, is that for real?

Oul rolled up her skirt as she drew her face to the fear of being offended in front of her daughter, holding down Olivia's body, which rammed.

"... you, this..."

Crawling his fingers into the secret hidden in his underwear, Oul accidentally raised his vegan and frightened voice. I was going to give it away and blame it if it was slightly damp with my earlier caress. But he betrayed Oulu's expectations, where he was already soaking wet and softly staining his underwear.

"Whatever it is, this will be too wet...... okay. If you're all wet, you don't need a caress."

While holding Olivia's body down shaking her head to do no, Oul took out one of his things as she stripped her underwear and poked it in at once.

"Ahhh."

Olivia raised her voice high. Perhaps the tone of the voice mixes with pleasure, and Oulu makes the twitch even stronger. At first, it gives fear and awe, and gradually makes you feel pleasant and complimented. Same way I used it for Char, but suddenly it was unexpected for the boulder to feel pleasant.

Olivia, I don't mind if I'm alone, but this is a little inconvenient because there are two other people who have to fall. Repeating the sampling, Oul turned his thoughts in a hurry.

"What do you say, it's been a long time since a man tasted. Your body seems pretty happy, though?

"Hey, no..."

Even though he weakly refused, his expression had already melted into pleasure, and his vaginal mouth was cucumberly tightened so as not to miss Oul's penis. A ragged slut, but Oul decided to use it.

"If it's going to be mine... I'll give you this as many times as I want. You are beautiful. It's about fools who don't have such beautiful women."

For a moment, Oulu rephrased by saying it was every day with a bounce. Because I really thought I could come looking for you every day.

"Ugh... no, no... no... I betray my husband..."

Stuffed himself, Olivia replied so. It's a big thing that I still say that while I feel this far, but it's proof that my husband's enemies have already told me to be mistresses and that I'm lost.

"Say something different. Isn't it Callus who betrayed you first?

Oul said as he ravaged the midst of Olivia. Like a bell that would ring, Olivia raised her voice high and let her vagina gush and suck on Pittori and Oulu's things. Or to Lil's comparable lewd body, Oul unwittingly nearly reached.

If you do poorly, this may be, in a way, the nastiest woman ever. Oul regained his mind as he overcame the pleasure of crawling through his spine.

"Didn't Callus betray you first, who didn't even give you the pleasure of a woman with such a wonderful body and was putting it on other women?

"So, but it's my duty as king..."

to Olivia, who runs right into the escape route prepared by Oulu,

"I don't care how many women I have."

Oul carefully stabbed the stop in a gentle tone, not above this.

"Huh...?

"I would have confirmed with that hand that this is something that I do not know about death. I don't need to make an inheritance. You dedicate yourself to me, and conceive as much as you like, whether you are a woman or a man. I'll teach your two daughters the joy of a woman. And I will conceive my son, and I will bequeath him the blood of Callus as the prince of this land. If you do, you will not betray your husband. Instead, it will be honored as a next-generation connection to the royal blood."

The devil's words crept into and aroused the gap in Olivia's heart, which had never been recognised as a woman in every sense.

Oulu weaves and whispers the poison of jumping into words.

"I am not willing to leave the son of Callus, whom the concubine of the rear palace gave birth to, in the royal palace. Your child is the only one who will inherit blood."

That was a wonderful, sweet poison. Born with a beauty that everyone envied, he made it 14 and was welcomed as the king's rightful wife. Even as I behaved modestly and elegantly, I was always aware of my value as a woman behind it.

That's just twice, just because she couldn't have a boy, she was denied everything, pushed into the back palace, and the glorious 20s were anointed with boring days. A gray life that is mocked as a belly of a woman who cannot give birth to a man and is never seen as a woman by her husband. Her self-esteem was smashed to pieces.

I have never resented my beloved daughter. Her hatred was directed at men who only admitted to men. If you like guys that much, you can just make a mess of guys, not once or twice. Oulu has affirmed all of her life, which has been such a denial.

"Yes...... Master Oulu. Please give me lots of Oul-sama's children."

In tears, Olivia smeared the poison offered.