Maou no Hajimekata

"Got it."

"I'll take care of you"

With Yeldave's body in his arms, it was in the bathroom that Oulu came.

Inside the Sofia dungeons, which take in volcanoes round, there are a variety of bathrooms, large and small.

What they have come to is a relatively cozy room among them.

I want you to wash your body. That was what Yeldave said he wanted.

Whatever, it's not like letting him be the Demon King on purpose. Whether you're a samurai or a lil, all you have to do is ask. I mean, that's blatant temptation. What are you in such a hurry for, Oul sighed inside.

"What the hell are you up to?

'... I can't say'

If you ask, it honestly returns that way. Words emanating directly from the soul can remain silent even if they cannot tell lies.

"Fair enough. Guess that's not why you hurt me."

"Yes, of course."

If only I could take the word for it. It is certain that she will literally have no hands or feet. I haven't had this much difficulty if I'm in a state where I can actively set something up with Oulu.

"Fine then. I'll take it off."

Even if I said I would take it off, Yeldave would wear it. It was barely for clothes. The area covering the body is smaller and more fantastic than the clothes Lil usually wears. It was seductive that half his face was covered with a veil and he could not see it.

The face that showed up taking it away is outrageously young. So much so that I might even say I'm young. Fluffy, wavy purple hair with purple eyes as clear as a treasure ball. Unlike my sister (Zana), who was somewhere of great beauty, she had a soft love.

Downstairs, however, two swells that are disproportionate to the face strongly claim their existence. The cloth covering there was only dripping as if it were a curtain from the gold frame over his shoulder and neck, and as soon as it turned up, he could see round the brown double hills and the light peach buds that shyly coloured its vertices.

"You have a good taste."

"The King's... It's Uselmart's hobby..."

Ironically for Oulu, Yeldave answers with a voice that seems to disappear. It was obvious that it was not his hobby to seal all his own will.

"How about this... oh here"

Oulu removes the hardware from it, one by one, that bothers him in deciding whether to call it clothing. And at the end of the day, if I took away the little cloth covering my hips, Yeldave became an unbridled, unborn figure.

When I say its beauty, its troublesome. While the small figure and unusual face seem to give rise to a craving for asylum even in response, the two fruits on the chest and the slightly bracketed hips, as well as the smooth thighs on the naughty, large buttocks, wear more colourful incense as a woman than ever before. Dark brown skin added an even more exotic flavour to its appeal.

A man would not be able to help everyone bump into each other, that limb. If there's a man who's not interested, that's about gay or preschooler.

"How about... so"

Yeldave asks in a modest voice, knowing it himself. On his head, Oul punched all the water in a bucket.

As soon as she does, her fluffy hair sticks to her body on her face, and the shadow she sees is gone.

"Hey, what..."

As Oulu waves his fingers, soap and washcloth float to quickly fill Yeldave's body with bubbles and brush it up. And when the water was thoroughly tarnished again, he was slammed into the tub.

"It's terrible, this, this..."

"You're the one who asked me to wash it."

I did say that. I told you, it's not about asking for this kind of treatment, Yeldave thinks. Somehow it was a proposal for a more colored atmosphere. Never mind, it's like washing a dog or cat... I don't want to be treated like a mess like washing clothes if I'm bad. In the first place, Oul himself didn't even take off his clothes.

'Not so... I have no charm...'

"It's not like that."

Rather, the opposite is true. I'm not so thin of self-control as to say I'm going to lose my desire to a boulder and attack it, but there's no way I wouldn't want it as a man if I touched that body. Before I declared I wouldn't get my hands on it until I regained my freedom, I just didn't feel like bothering to taste what it was like to kill someone alive.

Regardless, there are dozens or hundreds of opponents in the Demon King with a huge rear palace who can spit out their hoarded desires. But Oulu's pride won't allow him to hit other women with the inferiority he had against Yeldave.

"Then why don't you touch it..."

"I told you. If you want, you can hold as many as you want after you're free."

'Please do not ask for such comfort. I know. I...'

In a trembling voice, Yeldave said.

"To say that this body of mine is an abomination and an abomination..."

"What are you talking about?

By chance, I wonder what Oul would say it's a curse. It's called Hodeli or Hosseri, people on this continent are a pain in the ass anyway.

'I didn't do it because of my abilities... but there's nowhere in this body that Uselmart hasn't touched. There's no way I prefer such a woman to His Majesty.'

But it was told from Yeldave's mouth that it was heavy to cut and throw away as cumbersome.

"I didn't say that. If only that abominable collar had come off...... oh"

Suddenly, Oul came to think of it.

"You, you don't think that's coming off"

If it's for Oulu, it's just a somewhat cumbersome lock. I am cautious because if I break it poorly, every soul in it will break, but it is not a substitute that I can't disarm.

But the collar for Yeldave is a symbol of despair that has tied itself up for years. I guess it's hard to believe, such as being able to take that off.

'This collar of obedience is a testament to eternal servitude. There's no other way to remove it than to destroy every soul.'

Yeldave is right. This collar had no function to remove and free the soul. Normally, I would have some way to disarm it, but there's nothing there.

But that doesn't mean you can't take it off. There is as much to do. I think so because Oulu is an excellent magician. Yeldave doesn't have that feeling. I guess I feel like I'm making you listen by saying that there's no hope that there won't even be an oul.

"... I don't have a choice"

It doesn't matter how much you preach reason with your mouth to her that you believe so. There is nothing else indicated by attitude.

"Then I'll do what I want."

"Your Majesty...?

Yeldave raised his suspicious voice to Oulu, who took off his clothes and came into the tub.

"You don't mind if I touch you?

"If that's what Your Majesty wants"

Ask just in case, and you'll be right back. Oulu and Uselmart. Oul just twists his neck wondering why he's so nostalgic for what he's doing.

That said, if that's the case in person, it's definitely not.

Oul turned his arm around Yeldave's back, lifting his well-shaped jaw as he supported her to take that glossy lip first.

"Ah......!?

Even blocking your mouth has nothing to do with the sound of your mind being output directly from the collar. The leaking surprise sounded more than just that Oulu's behavior was unexpected.

"What. Is something wrong?"

'No, the...'

Yeldave answers in such a way that he can't tell.

"It was the first time I've been given a mouthful of mouth."

"... Didn't you say you were touched all over your body?

While answering that, Owl hugs Yeldave and carefully drops his mouth from his ear to the area around his hair, neck, and clavicle.

'It's, uh, yes, but...'

Somehow I could have imagined. It was very little time before Oul actually met Usermart, but I can hardly doubt that he was a majestic king. I guess I didn't bother to do anything to mercy a woman like this.

"I'll wash it."

When Oul foamed the soap, he put it on his own hands and held Yeldave's body so that it could be cuddled from behind. I stretch out that arm and carefully and carefully wash it up from both arms to the elbow and from palm to finger.

As he foamed his arms and reached for his chest, his tip was pinned hard and pointed. Her body itself is responding properly so that her heart doesn't stop moving even if she loses control of her body.

"Ah... the..."

Do you know that yourself, without answering Yeldave, who gives a shy voice, Oul stroked the soft double hills with tender hands. The gentle breasts just feel good to be touching, soft enough to be unintentionally rubbing. But he withstood the temptation by summoning his mental strength. Lift the flesh and carefully wash it down to the underside.

"Um, Your Majesty... hit me, I will"

But I couldn't stand to react to myself. We can't do that if we don't react in this situation. Neither could he hide it because of his intimate relationship, and Oulu's stupidity, which stood stiff against him, hits Yeldave's ass.

"So what's up"

"Keep it up... even if you do"

"I told you I was sorry."

How good would it feel to grab and poke Yeldave's hips like this and punch the cloudiness in that vagina? He also says it's good in person, so it was just Oulu's intention to no longer do so.

After washing his chest, Oul strokes his waist from Yeldave's belly. Without extra luxury or shards, the stubby stomach was almost as destructive as the chest and buttocks. A tightly bracketed hipster is enough to stimulate Oulu's beast appetite and sharpen his reason.

But from there down. Up to his buttocks and thighs, the servant demon king also had enough power to begin to regret his choice. It doesn't seem like meat from the same creature, so soft that you wonder why it retains its shape.

When I felt comfortable touching my inner leg, even Oulu accidentally stopped my hand and enjoyed the feeling. But the Demon King returns to me in an instant with his tough spiritual strength and washes her body off in a working manner.

"Later... here you are"

When Oul said and put Yeldave's body to sleep, he cracked open its leg.

'Your Majesty, there...!

"It's an easy place to accumulate dirt. We have to clean it up."

When you crack open a petal, a brown skin peeks bright pink meat in the back. Behind it, even evidence of her purity could be seen. Oul does not hesitate, but puts his mouth on her there.

'Don't, it's... it's a dirty, disgusting place'

"I guess that's why you clean it up"

Yeldave desperately tries to stop Oulu, but literally has no hands or feet. Oul didn't mind and let her tongue crawl into her secret core.

'Ahhh... ahhh...! No, it's...! No, Your Majesty...!

Yeldave speaking up intermittently.

"'Oh, oh, oh, oh!

The voice overheard inadvertently.

Wheezing is originally between consciousness and unconsciousness. It was a voice, but also a sound of pleasure trembling and ringing the body. Yeldave's body is reacting and raising its voice.

I see, Oulu comes up with the idea that he had the hand.

"I'm sorry, but I'm gonna be a little serious."

That said, I drew a tattoo on her lower abdomen with my magical fingertips. It's magic that amplifies sexiness.

"'Hih... ahhh!

As soon as I got there, Yeldave's hips jumped.

Even if his soul is sealed, Yeldave sees and hears his surroundings and recognizes the sensations touched. That means that the soul has not been completely sealed, but that some path is connected to the flesh.

"Oh, ya, 'no, sire, down...! No,' ahhhhh! 'No, no more,' ahhh! 'No, yip... cha,' aah!

Yeldave's voice of soul and flesh begins to blur.

If you destroy the collar from the outside, you will be crushed by all the souls inside.

But what if we destroy it from the inside?

Of course, there is no power enough to destroy matter in the soul of an ordinary man. In order to use witchcraft, chanting and markings are necessary… that is, mouth, tongue, gesture and hand gestures, which are not normally used by the soul alone.

Normally, yes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

Yeldave's voice begins to climb, and his soul no longer even loses room to complain.

"Nice, Yikes... Huh!

Of the paths leading to the soul of Yeldave, the one most accustomed to the treatment of Oulu… that is, through sexiness, he made her use magic on her soul. It's like writing a letter in the dark with a pen attached to the tip of a dripping fishing line.

"Awwwwwwwww!

But Oul - the famous man of magic control, who would enter the five fingers in the world, accomplished it.

Yeldave's collar emits light, making noises with pakiri and being amputated from the center. Oul quickly pushed his soul into her chest trying to be released outside.

"Your Majesty...?

Yeldave's eyes blink with puffiness, staring at Oulu's face. His cheeks were reddish, and his life was breathed into his face, which was like a doll.

And she looked at the hand of a man who had been pushed to eagle his chest.

"Oh no!

"Wait, what's not to like, what's not to like"

To the scream of ripping silk, Oulu makes a tannic surface.

"Oh, I'm sorry. No, but this is, like, too embarrassing."

Yeldave's flesh voice, which moves and speaks his tongue, rather than the speech function of the collar, was somewhere tongueless and young behind his back from previous sensible impressions.

"What can I be ashamed of? I've washed your whole body... and in the first place, I promise I'll hold you when I can move."

When Oulu said, Yeldave's brown skin was visibly stained bright red.

"Oh, no... is too shy!

And she scratches her chest, and she nods.

Until now, I guess I haven't been able to really feel a body that doesn't move at my will, that it belongs to me. As soon as it came to work, the shame of the crowd manifested itself.

By reason, I don't even know. I don't know...

What do you want me to do with this desire to touch and caress my scattered, soft skin?

Looking down at Yeldave crying, Oulu still regretted that he should have left him alone.