Maou no Hajimekata

"... what the hell is going on"

Oul, who came into the standing water as usual, accidentally said so.

I didn't even care to stop when Belle was with Meliá, but I think it would be something if there were as many as five samurai lined up on the boulder. Not to mention if you're in the bathroom and you're dressed in matching samurai clothes.

"I was going to do Mr. Bell's last training. For us, the most important job...... I mean"

Made by combining a black piece with a frilled white apron, this samurai garment was designed by Lil.

While adorable to the point of undiminished elegance in the king's labyrinth, it is extremely functional to keep it out of the way of work, however.

Regardless, the function does not apply only to chores such as laundry, cleaning or cooking.

Anyway, Lil is a succubus.

When the five maids unbuttoned their blouses, they opened them all together.

Then five to ten white and beautiful breasts swoop in front of the owl.

"In the service of the Demon King."

"... let's be good"

That was quite a fantastic sight.

Merriam's breasts tightened to the edge of the blouse and just ripped.

Lhasara's chest is sticking out the size that her long body deserves.

John, on the other hand, is the size of a small but broken Eunice.

The two hills of Roual are actually in shape just about the size that fits in your hand.

The swelling fruit of the tung and the upward bell was a beauty that made me want to unwittingly bump.

"Go ahead, do as you please. All of us belong to the Demon King."

If they say such things by arranging them from large to small, it is not something to be indulged in without an oul.

"Huh..."

"Ahem."

If you accidentally reached for that enchanting fruit, your sweet voice echoed Oulu's brain marrow.

With his right hand, Roual and Lassara's, with his left hand, eagle Merliah and John's breasts, while clinging Bell's thin breasts with his lips. The size, softness, and skin tension are just different. The samurai's fingertips gently touched his anger as Oul enjoyed the feeling immensely.

A soft worker's palm strokes and rubs a substitute man's meat chunk. I guess they take care of it seriously. Like white fish, even if you can't say so, their fingers were smooth for working on water.

"Demon King. Your breasts are good, but how about this one?

Roual puts up a long skirt and exposes it to a hidden place.

The smooth legs wrapped in white tights stood out irresistibly from the border with the soggy thighs, and the garter belt that fastened the tights further colored it.

And at its centre, the place the man pursues most is covered by a single piece of white, thin cloth.

"Oh. Come on."

Oul eagled that soft ass without hesitation as he held Loual's hips.

Rolling up the skirt and leaving the soft meat wanting over the underwear cloth is another unusual somewhere disloyal pleasure.

"I have better breasts than my ass. Rub it all you want, demon king."

Speaking in a magnificent tone, Lhasala led his hand to his own breast as it subsided in Oul's arms.

Nor does that thing bother me at all before the pin that hits my palm and the pointy stiff feel.

Then we'll take this one.

"Meliá, you're a pepper."

John and Merriam begin to crawl their tongues carefully as they creep into Oul's chest.

Along with what an elusive pleasure, every time they moved, the large fruit pressed against their chest distorted its shape to entertain the oul.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

The one remaining, Bell kneels before the oul, softly putting a stiff, tenacious meat spear into its little mouth.

Don't push it.

Anyway, Belle is still young and has a small body.

Unexpectedly, Bell licked Oulu's hard and laughed with only his eyes.

Tighten the tip using the back of your throat as you suck up the cucumber, while doing so, your hands freshly handle the rod with exquisite force application and caress the bag slightly.

I'm afraid he acquired that skill as if he were a skilled whore, only by practicing in a tensile fashion.

"My mouth, too, please, taste it"

That being said, I wondered if my arm had been turned around my neck, and Roual's face approached and her tongue tip broke into my mouth.

Oulu's lips are perfectly blocked so that the puffy lips seal the escape, and the soft tongue flesh tangles as it exchanges saliva.

Looks like Loual, he had a polite, soft mouthfeel.

Raised as much as possible as an assassin from her birth and prolonged in the handling of all kinds of poisons, she was at the same time an excellent cook.

Oul bought her whole life, which was just a device to kill people as they were told. The consideration is the life of the master who sent her in. Most of the time, it doesn't exist in every country...

To an empty woman who smiles and feels nothing and kills people, Oul taught them the joy of giving and treating people.

Now Roual is the head of the Demon King's maid who takes it upon herself to eat the dishes she has made.

Such a woman is now united in loving her tongue with a gentle embrace of the Lord's neck.

"Ugh."

In it, one sweet squeal mixed.

"It's already... Demon King, it's a hoax"

Because Oul's fingers were splitting his underwear and breaking into her.

There is one more chirping water noise, and dew drips off Oulu's jaw and fingertips.

"Mm-hmm..."

It is the champion of the samurai who does not fade in the movement of her tongue while eliminating room from her voice color?

"Mmm...... Huh!

But it couldn't have been done with the boulder to its peak.

Tightening Oulu's fingers softly, Roual cares to snuggle into Oulu's body and asks him to mouth it again.

"I'm next, demon king"

When Oulu responded to it, Lhasala turned Oulu's face to herself so that she would take it from Roual with a flash of gaps that followed.

But what was given was a back-bellied cliche with that forceful attitude.

Just gently aligning the tips of the lips over and over again. That was more of an invitation than an understatement.

It's like fishing for a large army with a handful of gestures.

I wondered what it would take in that hand, and Oul stood up his nails with all his strength in her breasts.

"Hmmm......!

But what leaks out of Lassara's nasal cavity is not a scream but a whisper.

It was a painful but delightful voice.

It is difficult to properly describe her abilities as deputy leader of the Dragon Knights.

I can hardly doubt that my usual arrogant and derogatory attitude is obtuse, but I'm just a cutter, and it's falling out at the heart.

Or I've suspected it's an act, including that much, but it doesn't seem that way either.

When I had just captured him and made him a samurai, I tried to make a plot against him every now and then, but none of that was something I was seriously willing to tell him to succeed. It was more than helpful because it broiled out potential rebels to endorse and filled the hole that was in the curse to prevent rebellion.

Since there was a verse that delighted me with the bitterness of the blame I gave each time, I grew to be an adult as soon as I tried to deal with it that way from time to time.

"As usual, you're a pervert. The vice president of the flourishing Ravana Dragon Knights has fallen."

"Ahhh! I didn't give in to Master Oulu's penis! Oh, please make your nails stronger and stronger enough to leave a mark."

Lhasara clings to the oul all the time, exhaling words that encapsulate the contradiction in one breath.

Then let's do what we want, and Oul bit him in the other chest as he put his strength into his fingers.

It is not an easy thing to do, such as sweet bite. Stick your thoughtful teeth up against your plump, swollen nipples and grab your breasts to the point where blood seeps through your fingertips.

"Huh, I... Huh!

If you think the more you do to the boulder, the more you raise your voice to the pain.

"No......!

Lhasala shook her body and reached the top.

"It was lovely, Your Majesty..."

"Ugh, um..."

Lhasara, staring at the wound on her chest with a lucid look on her face, has nothing more than a boulder oul to snort at.

"Loose, Meliá"

"May I have your love, too?

It was Merliah and John who followed me to replace them.

"Oh. Come on."

Nodding and forgiving, the two girls looked at each other and mouthed Oul's lips.

Oulu thinks it's an odd combination.

They both looked like young women, but their contents were as if they were different.

Merriam is a former Virgin with an artificial soul, made by Merizand.

She died to escape Oulu's question, and from her resurrection, something called previous knowledge and memory was completely lost, as if she were a baby.

Recently, the conversation has finally grown to the extent that it normally passes, but I guess there has been a problem with growth in an already mature body. Meliá is younger than the years spent.

On top of that, the flesh, based on the immortal Merizand, knew no old age, and remained the figure of a teenager when we met even now, ten years later.

John is the opposite of that.

Having recently decided to live in the lower realm, she is an English spirit called 'Flaming Hair'.

It drains a lot of reason to continue to manifest as many English spirits as she does, but fortunately John had a blood connection with Eunice's distant ancestors.

For this reason, it has a high aptitude for artificial life (homunculus) based on the blood of Eunice, and by living in it, it is possible to achieve almost zero loss of reason.

Therefore she is a hero whose contents are more than hundreds of years old, but whose flesh was less than a year old.

In other words, both differ greatly in content, appearance, and physical age.

But just to be honest, that wasn't a bad thing.

"Ah..."

"Huh."

Oulu does not hesitate to gather together the large fruit that drapes from their chests in a forward leaning position according to gravity into eagles in both hands.

"Loose, Meli, those tits, morsel"

Melia was straight away as she narrowed her eyes to comfort.

The contents are young, but the flesh belongs to a mature woman.

Because of her young age, Merliah truthfully conveys the desire she felt.

"Master Oulu... do you feel good about my breasts?

On the other hand, John manages to ask that in embarrassment at best.

Life expectancy of artificial life does not last that long. No matter how creative you are, January is the limit.

Therefore, the maiden, who had remained pure for hundreds of years, could never get used to it no matter how many times she did it.

Soft, dusty Meliá breasts everywhere and John's luscious, elastic breasts.

Taste their lips alternately as they each rub a different, but each wonderful flesh of flesh.

Eventually, they stretched their tongues out from neither side, and Oul tangled his saliva in response.

While doing so, I slowly rub the tip of my hard, pointed chest up with my fingers, increasing the sexiness between the two of them.

Because Merliah is greedy, John is much more sensitive than a normal person because his body is made to be.

Just to be done, it happened, and it took me to Oulu.

"You kept me waiting."

One remaining, speaking to Bell, she stared at Oulu bewildered.

"What's up? You're not coming?"

"Well, I..."

As he patrols, Bell turns his attention to Oulu's fury.

I guess you are reluctant to mouth it with a mouth that you were holding it against until just a moment ago.

"Don't worry about coming down."

Oul pulled Bell's arm forcefully, holding her over and snatching that lip.

I crack open her lips stiff to surprise and mausoleum her mouth with my tongue.

Bell was at first left to be exchanged, but eventually responded by stretching his tongue and himself, tilting his face and keeping his lips close, turning his arms around Oul's neck and mouthing him enthusiastically.

Among the many devilish demon king's samurai, Bell is an extraordinary mutant.

Anyway, I came to this labyrinth just to be the wife of the Demon King.

I don't know a few assassins who have come for their lives, but Bell is the only one who has come for that purpose.

It's not about status or power, and if you fall in love with Oulu at first sight, there won't be anyone else later or earlier.

Oul who has caged many women so far, but this is the first time he has turned to the side to be.

- Even so.

"Ugh, ugh... ugh!

Bell shivers his body as he sifts, clinging to the oul all the time.

Just a mouthful, it's reached.

She loves Oulu so much, she says she cares lightly just because she was touched and called by her name.

On top of the original experience being too different. This was not about caging.

"Okay, so we just got all crazy, Demon King"

Roual says and takes off his underwear, he puts his hand on the edge of the tub and sticks his hips out towards the oul.

"Please, use whatever you like"

The other samurai imitated it and rolled up their long skirts.

The contrast between tights, black skirts, and white buttocks surrounded by garter belts dazzles my eyes.

It was a fantastic sight to see five lines of pink mysterious meat drizzling with glitter and salivation.

As he is invited, Oul grabs Rual's hips and pokes him in at once.

"Huh..."

Her vagina, the best old stock in all this, is so comfortable that it's perfectly enveloped.

Easily swallowed and softly embraced even when embedded to the ground.

Totally remembering the shape of the oul, there, if you poke it deep, the tip of the meat spear just becomes caught, tightening the tip cucumberly.

It was such a comfort that my hips would swing and become liquid.

Oul next grabbed John's ass as he pulled his hips through shaking off the elusive temptation.

"Ahhh...!

Her place, where she raised her voice high, was so wet that it dripped off when the dew poured.

Her vaginal mouth, rebuilding her body every month, is still unfamiliar and narrow and tight.

However, a large amount of love liquid becomes lubricant and then swallows it up to the back.

Pushing up the wet honeypot again and again was an unspeakable pleasure.

I pull it out of John while I feel remorse, and then I poke it into Lassara.

"Ahhh!

To her with a long, forged flesh, she can blame any relentlessness.

If you pierce a tightly closed crack with a meat spear, it will put pressure on you to miss it.

I pulled it out to power, and if I poked it right in, the former dragon knight rang high.

Strike hard hips and forcefully offend, sounding pampered.

Even though I knew it was the source of consent, it greatly satisfied a man's desire to conquer.

One last hard poke away from her, Oul draws Merriam's hips.

"Phew."

As soon as she inserted her vaginal mouth, she tightened the oul with all her might, even though she said she was happy and couldn't wait.

I shake my ass in comfort. It's like a dog, and the squeal is like an exasperated cat.

Meliá merely shrugs her pleasure as she moves her hips diligently as Oulu moves.

Poke it shallow and it will ring more, or deep and it will ring high and sweet.

He slapped him gently on the butt coming after him as he let go, and Oul approached the last one, Bell.

"Ah, ah...!

Her vagina is small and tight anyway.

On top of that, as soon as he inserted about half of it, Bell reached and tightened the Oulu thing hard.

If you fill your hips as slowly as possible so as not to scratch your body, you will notice it again where it has penetrated to its roots, and pull it through to the middle to reach its peak even more.

Her body makes the vaginal wall snap as if to squeeze out the sperm each time, as if it were a pot of meat dedicated to the oul.

Oul tastes the women of a completely different flavour.

Unable to endure the pleasure at last, Oul spit his desire into the bell.

"Ahhhhhhh!

To that feeling, which fills her depths with cloudiness, Bell shouts as she turns her body against it.

"Oh, I'm hungry. They're doing it. Fine, be."

"Don't guide me."

To Meliá, whose fingers could be smothered with envy, Oulu stuck a male root that did not show how fine dust also shriveled.

"Everybody, I'll pour it in till it overflows."

In the Lord's proclamation, the maids whispered in unison.

After finishing a stretch of affair.

"... so what's this all about?"

Oul asked, keeping his head in Merriam's plentiful chest.

"I heard that. Mr. Bell is not a samurai, he is aspired to be his wife, isn't he"

John rubs that body that he bubbled against by holding it to an oul so that it sandwiches with Merliah.

"What about two more side rooms?

Lassara, washing Oulu's left arm in that valley of his chest.

"I've been thinking about it for ten years. Could you not consider it?"

As he says, Roual pinches Oul's right hand between his slender thighs.

"Dear Oulu..."

With moisturizing eyes, Bell stared at Oulu.

"Han. Though I would have prescribed ten years from now. Can the king make his own promises?"

That was punishment for coming to Oulu's labyrinth falsely out of origin.

When Marie came as the sacrificial daughter, Oul told her that she was too young to pay the sacrifice for ten years. Bell came to impersonate the village only to meet Oulu.

"Do you mind if I say I give you a perk?

"Benefits?"

In Loual's words, Oul gives a strange look.

"Um, let's finally do our right to be daughter-in-law"

"I'm sure you'll only gain from that."

And Oul said to Lhasala, his chest stretched, in a groaning voice.

He may be glad to marry five beautiful women if he is one of them, but he already has enough wives in his hands.

"May I say everything about us...?

But Oul glanced at John's words that followed.

Whatever the history, they're just hiring in as samurai.

Neither Oul's men nor slaves. I couldn't tell you to do something you didn't want.

If you're just a samurai, that's fine, but all we have in front of us right now is something with special abilities.

Moreover, it was a truly fascinating offer for John, the English Spirit, to dedicate everything.

"No... but still, no"

That said, even if it is a side room, it is not easy for Oul to decide on his own if he is his wife.

I have trouble being firm with my wife. Not to mention if you decide in this state, they could take it that's what caught you in the color trick.

"Uh, not bad."

"Me too, please, Oulu"

"Please, Master"

But it was the familiar voices of those who should have taken account of it.

"You guys...... why are you here?

There are three of them, Lil, Eunice, and Spina, who plead alongside each other.

Why you're here, and why you help Bell.

Oul doubted the magic of phantoms and transformations, but the spell of the curse ended in vain.

"Loua asked me to. Well, I think I'll be fine with these kids, too."

"You always make delicious rice!

"... Roual is a cook, so I can't help it"

"But..."

And Loual smiled, and said unto Oulu that was going round about.

"If it doesn't seem to be enough, would you like to call some more?

To the words, Oul realizes that she has already completely taken root.

The boulder is the chief samurai, an amazing handyman.

"Okay, okay. Do as you please."

It's Lil's job to adjust to avoid dissatisfaction around it.

The apparent righteous queen is Eunice.

Even spinners who hate people can't help but guess.

"... so what is that outfit of yours?

Sighing loudly, Oul asked what he had been concerned about since earlier.

The three lils were dressed in samurai clothes for some reason.

"What the... huh?

Unbutton the chest properly, lil.

From the gap in her empty clothes, you can see her deep deep valley.

"Us, too, the... perks?

Shy skirt up, Eunice.

A gentle, healthy thigh becomes dewy.

"Please come with me, please be adorable"

Then let me take my underwear off from inside my skirt, Spina.

I can't help but think of what's behind it because I can't see it.

"Of course, so are we"

Giuzu Lual hugs Oul's arm.

"Please be kind - sir"

There is no way that Bell's words, whispering sweetly in his ear, would be disobedient.

Oul savored the 'perks' they bring until he felt comfortable.