Maou no Hajimekata

The deepest part of the vast underground labyrinth, created by Oul the Demon King and managed by Sophia, a girl who is his daughter as well as the god of the dungeon. There was a place more heavily guarded than the Demon King's own room.

It is a preparation for an external attack, but also for an internal escape. Decorated with good-quality conditioning, comfortable furniture, doors don't even have a key.

Still, it was some kind of prison there.

"Coming in."

Oul visits the room and knocks three times on the face.

"Oh, Owl, there you are."

"Yes, come in, Your Majesty."

When I open the door, there's one woman there. But two identical voices greeted Oulu.

"Is there anything inconvenient?

'No. Very... very often, because you do.'

Brown skin, purple-haired girl. Yeldave answers that without moving his mouth.

"Think I can handle it?

What moves her mouth and asks her that is Lil manipulating Yeldave's body.

"No... sorry, it's going to take a little longer"

The wand of dominion that Uselmart, king of the land of sand, had. The soul of Yeldave, enclosed in it, returned to its original flesh in exchange for the soul of Zana. But it was sealed again by the collar of obedience embedded in its neck, and remained deprived of liberty.

There was nothing like attacking the Ouls because they haven't been given any instructions since they were sealed in the collar of obedience, but as it is, they can't even eat or excrete rather than act. I had no choice but to have Lil live in that body for the minimum necessary life.

"Well, I'm going to take a little break, so do me a favor about Yeldave."

Lil suddenly says so, then leaves Yeldave's body. As soon as he did, Yeldave's body lost support and wobbled about.

"Hey!... at all, he's a mess. Are you hurt?"

'Yes, no, um... it's okay'

Lil leaves the room while Oulu rushes to support his body. I can only manage to communicate with the will thanks to the vocal function that Oul has added to the collar of obedience, but otherwise it's like a doll. The troublesome thing is, Yeldave today couldn't even stand on his own without Uselmart's orders.

'May I ask...'

As Oulu laid his body on the bed, Yeldave cut it out that way in a nasty manner.

"What?

'Why is Your Majesty... so good to me?

Give a room to a woman who can't move one finger at her own will, make her men look after her in a worthwhile way, and ask her if she has any trouble visiting her every so often, even in her spare time.

Even if the purpose was to use the power of Yeldave, it was treated too politely.

"Why?

He asks me what I wouldn't even look at if I tried it as an owl, and I get stuck in a response. If you ask me, there was no better reason to burn my care.

Because she's Zana's sister. Because she's a beautiful woman. That's not why I said it.

"Right. Strongly put - sympathy."

But on second thought, that was the primary reason.

"It would be hard to be forced to obey without a choice, even taking away your own will"

That's the most bitter memory of the past that Oul himself once received. In the same eyes, there was a strong feeling of pity for her, which had also been happening for years.

"... I knew it..."

To Oulu's words, Yeldave growls so small.

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, may I ask you a favor?"

"What? If there's anything you need, I'll give you some convenience, not just one."

'No......'

Yeldave answers instead of his unshakable neck, where he cuts the words.

And after a while of silence, he raised his voice to shake off the patrol.

"Can you hold me?"

"What?

Oulu frowns at the demand for a way out.

"Yes, thank you for your help and dedication to me. In this body right now, that's the only way to give it back. If it's such a crude body, please '

crude body, was a great humility. The brown skin decorated with gold decorations is glossy as if its golden invincible glow, beautiful as if it were a work of art. The busty double hills and cuddly bracketed hips that push up the cloth that covers her body to the point of being sorry, and the ripe peachy ass must make everyone want to reach out if they are men.

"Hmm..."

Oulu caresses slowly with his hands on Yeldave's slender thighs. Soft everywhere, but then the strength of the tension that pushes the finger back. Superb touch.

"Do as His Majesty pleases... I don't mind."

"That's a really fascinating suggestion."

There won't be a man who won't roll because she tells her to, so to speak, a body like a stubborn doll.

Whatever the real doll is, the soul is there just because you can't move your body. Being able to see and hear means that there are feelings that can be touched.

'Huh...'

Finally, the fingertips of a slippery oul. That was just a gentle stroke around Yeldave's knee, but Yeldave leaked his voice sensitively. How comfortable it would be to whisk, conquer and ring this superb flesh as you wish.

"I don't need it."

"Eh......"

Yeldave leaked his voice quietly to Oulu, who refused to do so.

"Hate and I don't have a problem with women. You don't have to hold a woman who can't move on purpose."

And Oul turned his sharp gaze toward Yeldave, and said,

"Hold it and you lose your power. … that would be the aim"

"Did you know..."

To Yeldave's inquiry, Oulu nods.

"I hear there are many things in God that value purity. If you're a manly god, it's even worse. If you are held, you will lose strength, lose value, and you will not be used any more."

'... Yes'

To Yeldave, who replied powerlessly, Oulu breathed deeply as he was frightened.

"Even if I don't ask, I'm not going to use you... but I don't trust you. Well, it can't be bad. Sometimes I spray pure blood."

If she is the one responsible for the edge of all-knowing power, she will also know the vicious work that Oulu has done to Zana and others. I know it's impossible to be suspicious, but Oulu didn't really intend to use her.

'That's not true!

But for the first time in Oulu's words, Yeldave shouts his voice out loud.

"Your Majesty... has helped me. All that or you're doing your part to free me from this collar. I'm not ashamed to doubt such a benefactor. '

Oulu instead felt uncomfortable with the words of the feverish Yeldave and put his hand on his forehead.

"I don't know what to say, but you're with something. Nothing. I didn't try to help you out yourself, and I'm finding out how to disarm the collar because my men got involved. I'm only doing my job because there's nothing else I can do about it."

"Yes, of course I know that."

He's a pretty tough guy for that Zana sister, Oul thinks. In that apparatus that directly echoes the soul, you cannot lie as you would when you have the flesh. Because what you think will be output as it is.

That doesn't mean she's wearing a cat like Zana, but the truth is she appreciates Oulu.

"So I think this is destiny."

"Destiny?

Distorted expression, Oul returns words to parrot return.

That was a word I honestly hated. There is revulsion, such as the path to be taken, which is set by heaven.

"Yes. I can't even foresee the god of the sun sitting in the sky, an event outside. Survival not to be desired, not to be given. No matter how much I prayed, heaven would not help me. '

But.

'- So, Your Majesty. Thou art my destiny. Whether you want it or not, you have decided my fate.'

Yeldave's words, spoken with a trembling voice, contained the opposite meaning to what Oulu thought.

"So I want to dedicate myself to you, not to God."

The soul does not lie. Even if there was a desire to lose power, it was the heart of Yeldave, without any illusion in the very desire to do all that he could to repay his gratitude.

"Okay. If that's what you say, I'll hold you. But it's not too late to regain physical freedom. Wait a little longer."

'Is that... shouldn't it be as it is?

Yeldave eating out of the open.

"I don't mind if you want to be treated like objects and lose your purity like you offend a doll. Do you have that kind of sexuality?

'No, not like that, but...'

"Then wait a while longer."

Yeldave pushed silence on Oulu's words, but he didn't seem very convinced. Oulu thinks it's a strange story to lose control of the flesh and have such an atmosphere even though the expression and body don't move pictorially.

'... so there's nothing else, can I ask you?

After a long silence, Auntie and Yeldave said such a thing.