Reversed Parallel World‘s Messiah

A good, sunny day.

It's a great day to get out, but Hate, I was caged in the mansion.

The reason is to gather information about this world.

I'm borrowing a book from Mr. Irene, and I'm just reading it from one end to the other.

Even so, I'm still not used enough to deciphering difficult texts, so I focus on books of geography with lots of illustrations, etc.

For once, the map around this city came first to mind.

I can't believe I got lost and kidnapped. It's not stylish.

Mr. Irene tells me it's easy to target him if he has dark hair and dark eyes.

Nevertheless, I rarely go outside the city, and I am told that Mr. Edith will always be with me when that happens.

Sometimes in the city, you act alone.

"With that said, I heard Mr. Edith is coming today, but haven't you?

What can I do for you?

"Wow!? Ouch!

I was supposed to be talking to myself, but my reply came back and I accidentally fell ill and hit my foot on my desk.

It hurts so much that even a wooden desk is too much.

"Gu, ugh..."

"Ho ho ho, that's not good."

Mr. Edith laughs happily.

I lay down on my desk and moan directly in front of me, looking down at that ugly state.

"Mr. Edith, when?

I still inquire while rubbing Jinjin and his painful feet.

"While you're looking at the map, yes. Aren't you out of your mind at all?

"Is there any way to assume that I was concentrating on my studies?

"What do you say perverts study and become? I can only shake my back, so I think it would be more useful to run in."

Still, it's poisonous against me.

"They've handcaged the Beast Girl lately, and you've been polishing her for the first time in a growing number of stallions."

"Ha..."

The furious rush is about to annihilate me with boulders.

"With that said, how did you get to me today?

Mr. Edith, who is supposed to be my entourage, is actually like taking this job to increase Mr. Irene's liking.

They do what they do, but it's far from being friendly.

"I'm here to teach you about language. Of course, your sister asked me to."

"Mr. Edith speaks the language?

"Oh, is something wrong? Even so, you had the best education in court before you were kicked out?

Yes, Mr. Edith was a former princess.

Sometimes I almost forget because my impressions are too different.

I think it's very neat in front of Mr. Irene.

"Well, now, please"

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh"

"Oh, be gentle..."

I managed to learn something beneficial, feeling a chill at Edith laughing in a suspicious atmosphere.

Then, a few dozen minutes later.

I was solving a set of questions prepared by Edith.

Just because Mr. Irene told you to, maybe it's serious around you making something like this on purpose.

But I don't see Mr. Edith at the heart of the room.

Naturally, she's under my desk right now.

And when you say what you're doing there,

"Get lost, Jyuru!

Ferratio.

Why would that happen? And I want to get into it.

But Mr. Edith said, 'If it's because of what you were concentrating on earlier, it's okay to get this around, right?' That's right.

I'm not going to win a talkative fight over a boulder.

Besides, when you accompany me as an escort, if you have time, you will be taken to the shadows and ferred.

Often, the flow leads to production.

So I don't know because I can't help but actually lust.

But don't tell me because I'm angry when I point that out.

"Mr. Edith, if you don't loosen up a bit, I'm not moving on."

I peek under my desk and say:

I don't want to concentrate because they even make horny noises on top of being fairly serious and fertile.

"With all this noise up, you're gonna lose your hips before you get to the last problem, right?

Mr. Edith looks up to me with a mean smile.

Shortly after I said that, I would put the meat stick in my mouth again.

"Mmm, Jiuru!

"Ugh..."

A sucking fella with the whole meat stick in his mouth.

My voice leaked unexpectedly.

I've been experiencing this many times since I first did, but Mr. Edith is pretty good at fellas.

The mouth moves cleverly, and the hand holding my pen is stopped.

I've been doing this for about enough time now.

I am desperate to experience ejaculation, not to study. [M]

Then you may wish you ejaculated once, but that makes it a bad idea.

When Mr. Edith licks the sensitive meat stick right after ejaculation, his whole body shivers with great comfort.

Thoughts would also be filled with pleasure and thrown out about problem sets and such.

If I'm invited to sex in that state, I'm not sure I can say no.

And we'll be dating until Mr. Edith is satisfied.

Completely defeated.

So we have to be patient here at all costs.

"Huh, that's so strong. Is it time you didn't surrender?

Mr. Edith releases his mouth and asks me.

"Instead of a white flag, if you give me plenty of semen, I'll admit it."

"I wonder if that's going to avalanche into production as it is..."

"It's all you have to say no to. Your sister tells me you can't force me to."

You say that over and above what I'm going to do to create a situation I can't refuse.

What a bad minute.

Mr. Edith stimulates the meat stick with his hands even while he keeps his mouth shut.

This technique is also inside.

But not as intense as Fella.

If you care about that, they're going to make you crazy with your hands, but they're only going to detain you to Fella.

"Come on, it's a sight to see how far you can stand it."

That's what Mr. Edith says. He goes back to Fella.

I also thought about getting on Mr. Edith's invitation and stopping her from standing on her feet first, but that doesn't make it possible because she won't be there as a teacher.

It is also out of the question that I can tell Mr. Irene.

I don't know if I want to ask someone else for help.

There is also the possibility that Mr. Edith will skilfully invite him into an orgy.

When that happens, the situation gets worse than it did between the two of us.

Every escape route is blocked, and all that remains is to resist this unbearable pleasure with defeat.

But now I'm relatively free to think.

I thought so. I move the pen I was stopping again.

"I like to be Mr. Edith, but now I have to make this one a priority"

Move the pen by calling for a problem as you indulge in your hips.

Fortunately, it's not a difficult issue, so I'm going to fill in the answer slowly.

However, my thoughts are dull with the pleasure of being sent intermittently and it seems difficult to answer all questions before ejaculation.

After a while, it finally became difficult to hold the pen.

"Jiu-boo, jiu-boo, ha-ha... you've enjoyed it quite a bit. But it's the limit now, isn't it?

The meat stick swells into the bread and is trembling so freaked out that it seems to rip off now.

His hips are already pulling, but Mr. Edith won't let him get away with turning his hand.

"It smells amazing, too. No matter how much you lick, it springs up later."

Because you're turning your hands around your hips, or Mr. Edith's face is close.

Even if you keep it away from your mouth, it's long enough for that exhale to hit you.

The sight of an erect meat stick shaking right next to the pretty girl's face is irresistibly erotic.

It makes me want to stick a meat stick in its mouth, but I can handle it.

"Fine, I'll put an end to that patience"

Meat bars that are also guided into the mouth.

The last few dozen minutes have been in this longer than outside.

"Lerorello, Jiuru. JUB, JUB, JUB!

Mr. Edith shakes his head with a fierce sound.

I can't stand boulders either.

"Mr. Edith, get out, let it out!

"Nju, Mugu!

At the end of the day, he ejaculates into Edith's mouth with a meat stick in his throat.

I just put up with it and the dark semen pours into her stomach and goes.

Swallow it one after the other, Mr. Edith.

It might be weird to say it in this situation, but it's a great drink.

When I'm done putting it all out, I pull the chair and take a breather.

Mr. Edith also swallowed up to the last drop and let the meat stick out of his mouth.

There are no consecutive ferras that I expected.

Looks like he had a hard time breathing on the boulder.

"Oh, Tomo-sama's semen was so thick and hard to drink. Wow..."

"I felt good, too, but could you open the window first? You'll find out when someone gets here."

Even though I'm supposed to be studying, I can't believe I was doing something naughty...

"At the end of the day, I said (a), but didn't you work hard along the way? I didn't think I'd start solving the problem again."

The appearance of twitching just now is slightly removed.

Thanks to Mr. Edith's opening of the window, the smell in the room was also eliminated.

"Mr. Edith, now it's time for you to tell me all about it."

"No, I couldn't taste it just now because it was served directly to my throat. One more time, I'll get it out!

"Oh, no..."

Soon as it stops, Mr. Edith can snap a meat stick.

If this happens, we just have to make it quick and satisfying.

I left myself to the pleasure of my visit. [M]