Maou no Hajimekata

"Hmmm...?

Tena wakes up to strange sleepiness.

"What?

Soon she lay in a totally unrecognizable room.

The walls were made of red bricks, not familiar wood, and there was a single passage from Tena's sleeping room, leading straight ahead beyond sight.

The old woman wakes herself up, unable to sleep straight back on the boulder.

"Weird......"

She shrugged in her mouth as she walked in horror in the aisle.

I can't see the future. Have you been sealed of your abilities, or have your fate been exhausted?

But when I saw it during the day, I saw my future unchanged, and I didn't see a future that would be thrown into a place like this.

That means there are other possible possibilities…

"Dreams...?

"Well, that's what it is. Not for you."

If you whine, your voice returns. It was a familiar voice.

"Oulu?"

At the end of the long passage there was a room similar to the one where the tena slept at first.

It was the Lord of Voices who waited there. It's Oul the Demon King.

"What do you mean?

At the same time as Tena asked, she suddenly saw the future.

They show me a big mirror, and I'm amazed at the statue there.

And to the future statue itself, Tena was stunned.

If you look at your hands in a hurry, it's not the usual dead tree-like arm that was there.

It was a smooth palm, full of youthful tension.

"Predictive ability is a convenient thing. Well, take a look."

Oulu offers a mirror as he says in half. There was something there as seen in the prediction.

Pinned, stretched back, wrinkle-free skin, bright silver hair that stretches to the waist, obsidian eyes.

She looks very much like Yuz, a beautiful girl.

"Your ability is a vision for the future. It is not a prospect of the past"

Oulu said.

"That passage is a way to turn time backwards. Moving on means going back to the past. So you didn't see what was ahead, did you?

"For what purpose?"

"That's exactly what I want to know."

Oulu hugs the tenor.

"Tell me what you're up to."

"I already told you what Non wants. Get him..."

"Oh, good. You don't have to talk."

blocked the words of the young Tena, and Oul shook his neck to the side.

"I'll ask your body directly."

"Are you willing to hold such a baba?

To Tena's words, Oulu leaks a laugh.

"What's wrong?"

"No, you don't say the same thing every time. Don't worry. At their actual age, they're just about the same age, little girl."

Saying, Oul pushed Tena down on the bed.

Even though he is a magician's fine arm, his power is like all-powerful, and Tena is laid on a man without being able to resist.

"Come on, let me guess with a prediction of what you're good at. What am I gonna do to you now?

Needless to say, Tena was looking at the future.

The way Oul pokes that stiffness into her and roughly offends her.

"Hmm, don't go down. Do whatever you want."

Though the flesh is rejuvenated, its spirit is an old woman who has withered.

Even more mausoleum and sobbing cuteness is now decaying.

"I see, then let's not do that"

"What?"

Throw it away in such a state of mind, it suddenly changed the appearance of the future.

"Come on next. What am I gonna do to you?"

The next thing I saw was a future where I was forced to keep my penis in my mouth and drink cloudy.

For Tena, who doesn't have the culture of masturbation, it's a terribly rough and humiliating sight, and unexpectedly she puts on a big face.

"You... what?"

"You saw that? Next, then."

At that moment, the statue of the future changed again.

In the wake of the results of the futuristic vision seen by Tena, Oulu changes the future.

Because Oulu will not do what he is told to do.

Skillfully read the change in her expression even if Tena doesn't tell it in words, and Oul perceives it.

The young flesh could not pierce its faceless expression, as it did when it was an old woman, also responding sensitively to minor emotional changes.

The figure of the future is like a kaleidoscope, twirling and infinitely flowing.

Tena was offended, vilified and degraded thousands and thousands of times in it.

"Ha... ha..."

For the first time, forecasts change in the middle of forecasting, and Tena is blinded by the amount of information.

The breath is rough, the sweat runs through most of it, and you no longer know what is now or what is a dream.

"Ahhh!

There Oul's fingers pierced her, and she raised her voice high.

Boneless fingers deeply dictate the center of the tena. No, that's a statue of the future. Actual fingers are eagling tena thin breasts. No, no, you're not. On the buttocks, on the noodles, on the thighs, on the fingertips, on the lips.

"Sora, what's next?"

We no longer even know which is the future and which is the present. Thousands of fingers were crawling around Tena's body. They all accurately bring out her pleasure and make her expensive.

It's not just my fingers. The palms, the lips, the tongue caress the whole body of the tena without blemishes.

It was an experience that seemed like she had gone thousands more times beyond the best pleasure she had ever tasted in her long life.

"Ya, stop... stop, stop"

Tasted at its peak thousands of times, Tena pleads with constant breath.

"Say what. I'm not doing anything."

With Oul's words, all visions disappeared. He's right, Oul hasn't done anything yet. It was all an experience of the future, in a world of possibilities.

"Not yet."

The possibility converges in an instant and into one.

"Grr!"

At the same time, Oul's meat spear was piercing the secrets of the tena.

What I feel between my legs is a pain in the tear.

More than having a granddaughter, she does go through pregnancy and childbirth, but the flesh that was put back in time was that of a virgin.

- But.

"Uhhh!

Stronger pleasure than that pushes dull pain away in an instant.

The flesh, expensive in the experience of visions, was greedily indulging the man's and savoring his pleasure.

"What do you want me to do next?

I am whispered blur in my ear. Tena tied her lips for a long time, but in vain before the Demon King.

"I see, back... deep, slow,"

Until earlier, the exact opposite happened.

The motion seen in the visions is repeated by Oulu's entity.

Moreover, it picks up and corrects the minor dissatisfaction felt in the prediction, and decides which part of the tenor feels more.

"What... what, fuck... this, ahhh...!

If he tries to escape from the Oul, he can eagle and penetrate his butt dressed to protrude from behind. Turning her ass to Oulu without resisting such a future, Tena noticed.

"Ahhh!

No longer, he said he was happy to be offended by this man.

The mausoleum, as if it continued indefinitely, eventually ended.

Tena's body was filled with sweat, love liquid and cloudiness, her throat continued to scream tingly and sore, and her body, led to its peak many times, was heavy as lead.

"Well, it's time to wake up"

Without even the energy to answer, Tena turned her gaze to Oulu carelessly.

"You forget everything about this night and go back to the old lady. You'll think it's your first time, but how many times have I spoken to you like this?"

"Nah..."

The moment she was told, she remembered everything.

"Remember? This is the opposite end point. You will return to your former old lady so that the stones thrown in the sky will fall again"

With Oul's words his hands crept, his feet shriveled, and his hips bent.

And as if to interact with it, my memories are flabby and lacking -

Tena lost consciousness.

"Grandmother, please wake up"

"Mm... could you put me to sleep a little more..."

To the voice of her granddaughter, Tena meditates her eyes.

The past few days have been strangely weak and hard to wake up in the morning.

I even felt like I was extra tired no matter how much sleep I just couldn't take off my tiredness.

Maybe it's time for me to pick you up.

Before I do, I need that demon king to take care of him.

If you say greed, it's best for you to fall together, but at worst, if you don't take him down, there's nothing left around this village.

I wake up all worked up, hoping to avoid that.

"Gu......"

When I get up, my legs are broken and Tena groans.

It was a sharp pain, apart from the pain of the dazzling savages.

When I stroke my legs suspiciously, I have an unrecognizable wound on there.

It's the kind of scratch I put on with my fingernails up.

Did I fall asleep and put it on while I was sleeping?

As I stroked him like that, Fu and Tena came up with something.

See the future, tomorrow morning. Then the wound now attached disappeared and another wound remained there.

The day after tomorrow, and every time I look further, the wound changes its place.

Tena hastily wrote it down on paper.

"This is..."

That's not just a scratch.

"Oulu Colosseum"

That's what it said, it was letters.