Maou no Hajimekata

"Well... is this what this is all about"

Once Sophia and the others returned to the dungeon, Oul remained alone and carefully prepared. Expand the cube and lay it around the altar, check its performance several times and exhale with satisfaction.

"Come on, let's go"

And he unleashed the sorcery of the curse towards Hosseri. Even so, there is no way that the curse of the Sun God, which could not even be broken by Zaitrid, can be broken. It was a paralysis that Oulu put on.

As soon as he was bounced, Hosseri ran out toward Oulu and waved his sword. But at the moment when the blade tried to pierce Oulu's chest, Hosseli was moving in an unawares direction and waving his sword.

"Hodeli said he had no moves or ideas, but this is more than I expected."

As he progresses toward Oulu over and over again, Oulu shrugs at the appearance of Hosseri, who cleaves the void. What he prepped is a labyrinth of metastasis traps.

There seems to be nothing beside it, but the space is intricately intertwined, and it cannot be reached forever by approaching Oulu as it seems. It's the same thing whether you have the power to crush iron, trying to move faster than sound.

Hosseri continued to repeat that day, just foolishly trying to get close to Oulu.

The sun falls again, and rises. Because this is the last altar, Hosseri was wrapped in light, without disappearing as before. If we destroy this altar too, or Hosseli will never come back, maybe the threat can be eliminated. But to Oulu, I didn't mean to.

"... Interesting imitation."

Hosseri squeaks. Its eyes, which did not reflect any emotions like glass balls, contained a slight but intelligent light.

The Labyrinth of Dimensions made by Oulu is like a puzzle that can never escape with strength. The space itself is twisted and bent, so it is pointless where it has increased its resistance to witchcraft.

There are only about three options for breaking through it.

Do you acquire the power to transfer freely, like Eunice?

Do you acquire the power to destroy the magic itself, like Zytreed?

Or do you get just a tiny bit of thinking power?

Hodeli said the enhancement is minimal, as much as necessary. If so, it is self-evident which Sun God chooses.

"I might know, but let's name it. I'm Oulu. The master of that flesh you use."

"... I don't want to ask questions."

While saying it, Hosseri unhesitatingly follows the correct route of the Labyrinth of Dimensions. They didn't just have the ability to think, they also had some sort of detection capability.

But that was pointless.

"Sleep."

Oul's magic summons a cloud of sleep to envelop Hosseri's head. Slightly stronger than the magic of paralysis. It worked quickly and Hosseli fainted lightly.

When Oul releases the Labyrinth of Dimension, he lays the body of the sleeping Hosseri on the altar, practicing some more sorcery. Because of her resistance, she seemed to gain resistance to magic as a whole, not just paralysis. But if you control the power, you'll be bewitched two or three more times. The subtle power adjustment of witchcraft is what Oulu is best at.

"Come on. When I ring my finger, you wake up. But I can't move big or think deeply about things. It's all over the place."

Pattin, and Oulu's finger rings. Hosseri's eyes open slowly. But there was no brilliance of reason that I had shown earlier, and instead there was a dreaming glance.

Tell me your name.

"K...... k, l"

Oulu nods contentedly at Hosseri, who returns the words traceably.

It was a very low-level technique of hypnosis that applied to her. But it represented an effect on the surface.

"That's a woman's name."

"I... woman..."

"Are you a goddess? I guess you're the Sun God, huh?

"One side... so, woman..."

Hosseri... No, Kukuru, the goddess who dwelt in him, traces and answers. It was also a human specific reaction to hypnosis, and at the same time reminded Hosseli of her own reaction.

"That's convenient."

At least, I heard that Igalk, the sun god that Yeldave was serving, was a man god. So I thought God unconsciously manipulates Hosseri, too, but he doesn't. Though I thought it was odd, Oul decided not to care much.

"Remember? You... say this flesh of yours belongs to me"

Oulu grabs the breasts of the cuckoo while he lies on the altar.

"Your flesh is mine. Say it."

"My... flesh is... yours, things..."

"Yes, you are mine."

Repeating as he whispered, Oulu strokes Kukuru's skin.

"Huh..........................."

From his lips, his voice leaks slightly.

While she was paralyzed yesterday, Oul was carefully developing that body.

Whether intelligent or not, the response of the flesh has not disappeared.

"I'll carve out the proof that you're mine."

Oul adds his finger to its lower abdomen as he takes off Kukuru's clothes. The magical caged fingertips left marks on Kukuru's white skin as if it were a brush, and a complex tattoo was drawn on the surface of its lower abdomen...... a position in the womb.

"This is a magic print that amplifies sexiness...... it's a horny print. The more you enslave me, the more effective it will be, and the more pleasant it will be."

"Slave… genus…"

"You just have to keep your heart open and give yourself to me"

Just let the facts repeat themselves and expand that interpretation to distort the perception a little bit, directing it in the direction it wants without imposition. It was Oulu's usual means of hypnosis and brainwashing.

How can it be said that there is no infinite infinity in its power? Therefore, Oul went into battle by the means he was best at.

If Oulu's skill and skill are not matched by the ability of the Sun God, Oulu wins.

"Come on... let's go"

He was ready and buried himself on the hoseli that lay on the altar.

The sun sets, rising again, and setting again.

Whenever Hosseli gains new resistance and escapes Oulu's technique, Oulu increases the power of the technique, restraining her and imprinting the brainwashing with greater care.

Hypnosis, brainwashing itself is a deprivation and restraint of Kukuru's freedom. Naturally, she gained resistance to it, and her consciousness gradually became clearer. But as if inversely proportional to it, the flesh was wandering and ripening in the pleasure of Oul's giving.

The repeated battle between pleasure and slut, day and night, lasted two whole days, and that was the third day.

"Ahhh...! Ku, uhh... ha, ahhh!

Crawling on all fours at the altar, he was poked in from behind, and Kukuru rang out to his comfort. The horny crest painted on her lower abdomen shines strong and it conveys to her the pleasure of sounding vile.

Pleasure is not harmful. So she didn't even gain resistance to it, she honestly enjoyed it.

"There... no, no... oul, there, more, gory, yah...!

"You've been very honest."

Oul slurps his breasts in a cuckoo wiggling his ass like a dog, implanted thoroughly to the ground.

"'Cause this is the first time I've... but... ah... that, boobs, more, oh"

While clearly hostile, the two get along and exchange words effortlessly.

"And... it's the last time today, right?

"... right"

That Kukuru knew the limits of Oulu, but could afford the late.

The power of Kukuru, the goddess of the sun, beautifully reads the extent to which it surpasses the art of Oulu to control the next day with the art of slightly exceeding it. A certain point of arrival, of a mage of the finest finesse. It is a geisha made because it is an owl.

He was half frightened and half impressed by Hodeli's moves from time to time, but there is only a difference between swords and magic, and Oul's artistry is also quite human apart.

But the repetition had finally come to a limit. On the morning of the third day, Oulu did all he could. I can't stop Kukuru from pushing any more.

Kukuru knew it, but therefore enjoyed the last meeting fully.

"... what is your purpose?

"Huh... Huh, ah... right... boobs, if you make me feel better, I'll tell you"

When Oul lifts the cuckle, he turns and puts it on his lap, including its chest tip in his mouth in a face-to-face seating outfit.

"Mm, yah... touch, ah... it... no...! Awesome, Yikes...... Huh! Ahhh!"

The tip of his tongue twitches to scorch through the milk wheel, while the boneless fingers of the oul gently rub the flesh. At that moment when he tried to indulge and plead, a pin and a hard, pointed nipple were gently sweet bitten, and the kukuru sounded unexpectedly high.

"So, what's the purpose?

"Oh, no, don't stop... I want my former glory back. That's all."

Kukuru answers as he releases his lips and protests against Oulu picking up his clichés and nipples with a degree of intensity to which he can rush.

"Glory, or..."

Oul turned around unexpectedly and looked out at the wind dungeon.

It was still a functioning living labyrinth, but far from complete. If it had been properly managed and operated, we wouldn't have easily gotten to the back with Oulu.

And the doomed city around it. Once again, it should have been crowded and flourishing.

"This child is a people of my kingdom... of his royal family, descendants. That's why I helped."

"Royalty?

Kukuru nods at Oulu, who unintentionally inquires.

"I was cursed by the god of beasts and became a vagrant... lost, though. And the god of the beast is no more, and nowhere."

I lay my eyes down to miss the distant old days and Kukuru told me to make a monologue.

"... If you want to rebuild this country, I'll help you. So you can't?

"I'm sorry. I don't hate Oulu... but I can't."

What is impossible is reconstruction, or joining hands?

I don't know which, but Oul's offered hand was clearly rejected.

"Hey. Shall we have more fun than that? Finally, what is it?"

"... right"

Oul nodded, sticking his hips up slowly as he tried to twist both Kukuru's nipples.

"Ahhh!

Kukuru clings to Oulu all the time and embraces pleasure. The horny crest shone violently all the time, and she shook her voice to the top.

"Let's go......!

"Ugh......! Yes. Inside... vaginally, please. Make me Oulu's."

In response to the language and will of the slave, the horny crest adds even more radiance. To the plea that he had just denied earlier, but Oul obeyed honestly.

"Oh...... be mine! You're my woman, Kukuru!

"Yeah, yeah, it'll be Oulu's......!

"I'll get it out...... I'm pregnant! Pregnant my child...

"Ahhhh...! Coming, coming... Huh! Oulu's, Aka-chan... I can't... Ugh! My, this kid's, hungry... Huh! Happy to welcome you in... Huh!

Dokuru, Dokuru and Oul poured the cloudy liquid into Kukuru's womb relentlessly. Then the horny print, which was emitting purple light, stains the amber.

That is a sign of decadence. It was evidence of subordination to Oulu, both physically and mentally.

The unprepared and unprepared sperm ravages, offends, and molests Kukuru's womb. I shuddered my body in a kukuru, convinced that the seed would penetrate the egg waiting behind it.

"Pregnancy... Well..."

Blink your face and let the amber print shine. Plenty of planted semen overflows from between the open strands of the kukukuru.

If things go well as they are, she will have a healthy baby after October 10th.

But.

Neither Oulu nor Kukuru understood that they would not come on such a day.

That's why I play. It's just a kind of bullshit to play with.

Kukuru's body and mind certainly fell.

But no matter how many times the sun falls, it always rises.

The pure white light surrounds Kukuru's body, and the semen on him is burned and cleansed. As if resisting that light, the pattern painted on her lower abdomen sparkled.

While everything is wrapped in white, only the horny print emerges black. It glows loudly at the moment, dyeing Kukuru's entire body black as if to mausoleum white.

That, the next moment.

Bachin, and made a loud noise and the horny prints began to fly.

That was only the earliest glow.

And Oul spake three days, and the multiplicity of curses - but they did not extend.

"A little... in a hurry"

Pompous and squeaky, Kukuru turns his arm to make sure he's doing well. That's all, the cloud that was covering the other mountain blew up.

To the sight, Oul gazed. I didn't do anything to increase my strength. Her muscle strength should be enough to overcome Hodeli's hold on, and she couldn't possibly have any non-standard powers or anything that would allow her to blow the clouds away.

"Oh... it's a simple story."

I guess I saw the look on Oul's face and guessed the idea. Kukuru answered.

"Because Oul has given me the ability to think to this body. I can already interfere from this side and grow the abilities I like."

She didn't hang out with Oulu for three days just because of Dada or insanity. Using that time, Kukuru was further developing his abilities.

The power that also cracks the clouds of the sky. velocity far beyond sound. Flesh that does not accept any curse.

It was the being on which the strongest beings on earth were born.

I see. Being that strong would no longer require skill or anything like that. Even dragons can be easily killed without moves or drills.

"It was quite fun, Oul"

I even laughed, Kukuru said. It was pure authenticity.

"Right...... it wasn't bad"

Oul also answers that.

"But you're not the strongest yet."

To the answer returned, Kukuru looked back at Oulu as Kyoton.

"You mean there's a stronger being than me?

"Oh, yeah. Only one of us has more than you under my command."

"Phew...... well fine. Until it exceeds its strength. Let it out."

Then let's go.

As soon as Oulu gets his hands on it, the wall surrounds Kukuru.

And every oul, locked in a small room.

"? You mean you're stronger than me?

Kukuru doesn't even show a bare gesture of vigilance. That would be so. There's no way there's anything that can hurt her. Even if it harms you, if the sun rises, it will end up in total jail time.

"Ah. Maybe you think I should hide from the sun?

"No. No matter how much you hide beneath the earth, the sun will not be gone."

Walls, floors, ceilings. A magic formation emerged on its surface. Oul marks and casts a spell with a great deal of grass. The formation, the spell, the hand mark, the motion. Using all of that, it is undoubtedly the most powerful exercise of the art that Oulu can do.

Kukuru's body is wrapped in amber light and stained across.

At last at that stage, she perceived Oulu's intentions.

"That's, no... Huh!

My arms are stretched at speeds beyond the sound, and the blowing wind shakes Oulu's hair.

But that arm was on the verge of tearing him apart, and the other arm was stopping it.

"Got it? This is my strongest subordinate, stronger than you."

"Become, I see..."

Kukuru's face was oddly distorted. A grinning, angry... and neither of those, complex expressions.

"Come on. Get out of my woman, sun god"

It is not the art of harming Kukuru that Oulu put on it.

It's an enhanced technique.

The countermaneuver abilities enhanced by the power of the Sun God are further multiplied with the enhancement of Oulu...... no, cumulative. The ability to further enhance the ability of even the brainwashing of the world's highest magicians to jump easily exceeded the power of the Sun God himself.

"... I'm home. Dear Hall."

Fluffy and calming his body, Hosseri looks up at the oul.

"Oh...... well back, Hosseri"

The body, Oul softly embraced.