Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

"You're like me next."

Isna, summoned by the Demon King, steps herself into the arena.

"Isna, you'll be fine. You need to calm down."

"Yeah, I know."

In response to Frey's words, Isna replies in a calm tone.

"Good luck with your Isna sister! It's a normal mind. Hee-j-shin."

"Sister! Good luck!

Sun and Phea cheer and shake their necks vertically several times so that Fem can tune in to it as well.

Without reacting like this to the words, Isna walks towards the center of the venue in a relaxed foothold.

And when that figure was exposed in front of the audience.

A loud cheer echoes again.

That probably contains a wilder sound than what was directed at Sun.

"That's very popular... to a man too..."

"Well... she's beautiful and she's got big tits."

Sun said to Frey, who shows some confusion about the audience's reaction.

As Sun puts it, Isna's popularity depends heavily on its beauty.

Some of the spectators surrounding the arena approached Isna over and over again, but included many of the jade crushers.

With such a relatively wild cheer, he turns to the demon kings in the upper stages where Isna reaches the center of the arena.

Father, you're out of time.

"Whoa, it's been a long time since we've talked like this. But... you're as good a woman as ever to keep her a daughter."

"What are you saying to my real daughter..."

Isna narrows her eyes and says back in a frightened tone to her father, who said that to her daughter while joking.

"So... it's an exam I'm going to impose on you, but naturally it's completely different from Sun's"

"Yeah, I can't handle that guy."

The magic she uses, the dreamer, is greatly limited in its effect to the unreasonable.

Isna herself understands best that even if she tells me to deal with such a ferocious warcraft, that is not possible.

"So your opponents... these are the guys!

Immediately after the decree by the Demon King, in the time of Sun, dozens of figures appear in rows from behind the gate from which the mighty Warcraft came out.

And those who came out from behind the dark gate shall be exposed to the light.

A man of various demons, including dozens of sub-men, demons, and beasts.

They all have a gaze of unequalled emotion toward Isna, who is on the other side of the barrier with their eyes glistened.

"... these people are the opponents? That's a long way off compared to that one earlier, isn't it?

A casual word uttered by Isna confirming the man's flock, which further stroked the emotions the men had.

"Do you have any idea who these guys are?

"You don't know. I've never even seen it."

More backstroke.

The men are so excited that they are likely to jump to Isna right now if there are no barriers.

"These guys... they're the ones who carefully selected the ones you waved, especially the ones who got hit so badly"

"Heh..."

An attitude that doesn't seem to interest me at all.

No matter how frustrating the men Isna continues to behave like that without any concern at all.

But that's not an attitude born of malice.

There is just no room in her mind to treat non-Frey beings as heterosexual.

"So, how do I pass?

"Thirty minutes, if you run off so these guys don't catch you, you win"

Simple rules are told by the Demon King, just like when he was in Sun.

"It's like playing. But I see. Thirty minutes."

Isna looks around when she hears the rules.

That just leaves some scars from Sun's exam earlier, just a circular planar arena with no obstacles whatsoever.

It is almost impossible to simply run around from dozens of men.

However, he is not the kind of father who carries out tests that are impossible, even if they are difficult.

In other words, Isna immediately understood that she was saying that she could do something to get away with it.

"By the way, I'm telling these guys I won't ask if something happens somewhat in the process of catching them"

"... what is it?

With a bad feeling Isna gives her father a strange look.

"Sora you... touch it, take it off..."

"Say..."

And turn to a disillusioned look.

But contrary to such Isna, a wild voice of greater joy rises from some of the audience who heard that word out of the mouth of the Demon King.

The cheer that had been directed to Isna until earlier was instantly directed at the men, the side that captured Isna.

"Really... a man..."

Knowing why the men on the other side of the barrier are slowly giddy, Isna drops her shoulders to disappoint all the men.

And look back and look at Frey.

gaze from the absolute at the end of his gaze.

Then Isna, who felt certain trust, turns again soon to the Demon King.

"There are no other rules?

"Oh, that's all. All right... here we go."

"Wait!

Isna waits for her father, who attempts to declare the start of the exam.

"Ah? What's up?

"Before we begin, one thing… let me make a declaration"

"Declaration?"

The Demon King hears back against Isna, who is looking straight at herself and staring sharply at her.

"Yeah... if those guys ever touch me with one finger... I'll bite my tongue off on the spot and die"

"Oh, yeah!? Hey! Isna! All of a sudden, what are you talking about? Are you kidding me?

Not a directly proclaimed father, but an Isna mother next door who hears it and hesitates.

"I mean it."

Isna's determination is unshakeable.

My body goes as far as a single piece of hair, all of which belongs to Frey, the Absolute.

Don't let it get slightly obnoxious by someone else's hand.

If the offering to the Absolute is even slightly obscene, it loses all its value.

At the end of the fall, it was a supremely natural decision for Isna, who came to such an idea.

"... is that a threat? Or a ruse? With that said, did you think me or these guys would get out of hand?

"No, I'm just ready for this. Father."

Isna tells him so by staring straight into her father's eyes looking down at herself.

The colour of its eyes indicates that there is no lie or falsehood in its statement.

"Hey, hey darling...... Why don't we call it off? Isna's just getting mucky, I'm sure..."

"Eschl, you shut up."

"So..."

"He's not a kid anymore, either. I can wipe my own ass."

The Demon King rises out of his chair pushing one of his wives trying to stop him.

And shout to the enemy of Istana directly beneath, his own men.

"Hey! Terra! I don't suppose you're thinking about losing your hand when you hear about it! If you do that, I'll kill you!! Ready!?

The men who heard the fury let themselves in fear, and they all breathe at the same time.

"Yeah, don't hesitate to take it. If you can catch me... well, you can like this body until the end of time and you die."

Isna spinning words that provoke the men, along with her glossy work.

Seeing it, the men breathe at the same time in a different way again.

Not a single person said that and did not react to the demonic nature that emitted the evil colored incense in front of him.

The men return again to the beast of inferiority.

Being the daughter of the demon king, self-harm, etc., blew away in an instant in front of its demonic nature.

"Here we go!

When the Demon King signals the start of the test, the separation between the beast and the prey disappears.

And a bunch of warcraft in the shape of men strike at one woman at once with a roar.

By being prepared, Isna is acutely aware of the emotions of all living beings in the setting, which has never been more concentrated.

Beasts coming towards themselves with evil emotions.

Some seem worried, and others have an audience with low expectations.

Fathers and mothers watching over Isna with all sorts of emotions.

And the warm support of the sisters coming from behind.

But what inspired Isna the most was just the emotion of trust directed from one person.

This seemingly kidding exam of content.

She realized from the beginning that Isna, the dreamer, was meant to be cut through by spiritual magic.

But I also knew that it would be difficult to carry out spiritual manipulations to distort that cognition and protect myself against men who turned it into an irrational beast.

Even if we did everything we could, it would be perfect to manipulate as many people as we could count with both hands, not very much, but impossible not to let one finger touch it in time.

So Isna gave up manipulating the men in front of her.

And unleashed magic against a flock of beasts coming from the front.

Invisible magic as a butterfly or a scaly powder sprinkled with poison moths.

That wraps up the crowd of men.

The men learn to smell as sweet as a swing, as they have never smelled before.

Shortly afterwards, as if someone had instructed me, that flock stops pitching and legging.

And point that gaze at each other, not Isna.

"Well... it's simple to be a man..."

At the same time that Isna leaked her sigh, the men began a brawl without losing sight of Isna.

"Whoa!! Do something to them!! Lord Isna!! No, Isna is mine!!

"What are you talking about!! That one!! I guess that body is up to me!!

"Nice hey milk is mine!! I'm gonna fucking kill you!!

Men struggle over medals that are only one in the shape of a ghost.

"Haha!! Yeah, well, good luck snatching it from each other!!

Isna watching that brawl with a big laugh.

What she did wasn't such a big distortion of that perception as to bring the men on her side.

The great inferiority, lust and lust the men had.

emotions as they are called the appetite for exclusivity that exists when you subdivide them.

I held it back just a little bit, with enough force to crush the ants with my fingertips.

That's all, the males kill each other around a female with only one.

Isna instinctively understood it from the emotions she read.

And he executed it without having any feelings for the men.

The intercourse between the males continues, falling with one, and with another.

And...

"Ha... ha... Yay...! Yay...!!

And finally, only a giant male with lumpy muscles with green skin remained.

The other males are all exhausted and lying on stiff ground.

"Now...... now Master Isna is mine!!

No longer do the males raise their joyful voice as they strike and tremble, even forgetting what their original purpose was.

Isna walks slowly toward such a male.

The male also notices Isna coming towards him.

"Oh! Dear Isna! Go ahead, mine! On my chest!!

Prepare for the male to open his hands and welcome Isna into its chest.

Isna slowly walks faster and runs faster.

"Come on! Jump in -"

"You can't help it!!

Isna kicks up a male crotch with a thoughtful help.

"- - Whoa!!

The male, kicked up an important part, fell with his white eyes peeled as he blew an unspoken scream and bubble from his mouth.

There is also a scream from an audience of some genders that does not speak.

And Isna was the only one standing on the spot.

That happened when only fifteen minutes had elapsed since the start of the test.

"Father? I think we still have time, but what am I supposed to do?

In the midst of a tragedy where no one has moved, Isna, one elegantly sitting, asks her father.

The Demon King looks down at his own men, who are no longer moving, and Isna, untouched by one finger as declared.

"No. I've had enough. Pass!"

And proclaimed so.

"Ya...... Yikes! Isna! Oh, my God! Here! Jump into your mother's chest!

Sooner than anyone else, the mother who was listening to the proclamation next door shouts joy.

Then spread your hands in the upper stages and get ready to welcome your daughter into your own busty chest.

Isna runs to its face with the biggest smile of her life to date.

And...

I jumped into Frey's chest.

"Huh? Yes, Isna?

From the other side Eshl looks at the situation in a stunned manner.

"Yay! I did it! Praise me! Caress me! Then strangle me!

Hugging to Frey, she shuddered like a complete different woman from the woman who was holding the men in her hand.

"Oh, well done. I believed you'd be okay. I won't strangle you."

Frey says so, gently stroking Isna's head.

"Eh heh...... Yeah, I could do it because you believed me the whole time..."

There is nothing demonic about that face until earlier, and he smiles innocently like the girl he is in love with for the first time.

"Ugh... Normally it's my job to do this but no... Not after flirting with your teacher......, by Isna!

"Here, here! Get away from my daughter! I'll kill you!"

That's what Eshur and the Demon King, on the other side, scream, but the word has not reached Isna's ear at all.

She pushes her face against Frey's chest to indulge in its feel and smell.

"(a), Isna...... My parents are saying... it's time..."

"Shit, I only have the right to do this as soon as I finish it."

Isna further strengthens her cuddling power against Frey, who tries to gently let go.

His words, which are supposed to be absolute, but he continues to embrace it conveniently in his head to interpret this as an act of offering a safe and secure offering.

Sun, who finished the exam first, and Feer and Fem, who are still holding back from the exam, watch with a bitter laugh at how it goes.

"No, but... from earlier on, there were signs of parallelism..."

"Signs?"

"From the audience… disturbing…"

I look around the audience as Frey says so and blues a little.

The audience is pouring resentful killings toward Frey.

"It's okay. I belong to you."

"Ha... not at all you..."

The medals the males took from each other.

Feeling its softness in his arms, Frey gives up letting go and sighs.

"That bastard...... Next! Next! Let's go next!

The Demon King says so to throw up and back down to the chair again.

The fallen men are carried out on stretchers one at a time on the premises.

And the Demon King opens his mouth again when they are all brought out safely.

"Next... Feer! Your turn!