Sanzen no Souru Supina

I found myself on the altar.

An execution platform for lonely living beings, like a combination of dead and standing trees.

This white tip.

It is characteristic and a verse of standing branches.

As soon as he woke up, Snow felt as if he had seen all of it somewhere.

I completely forgot where it was.

Right now, Snow was sitting on the cold altar with her arms chained together.

Even if you are sitting down, you are only kneeling in an extremely uncomfortable posture of whether or not your knees will barely touch your knees.

Because of the weight I had while I was unconscious, I felt pain at the base of my arm.

Instead, it is a deep red long-sleeved garment that is incredibly pleasant to the touch.

A group of butterflies flying around in flames are sewn together with gold threads.

The silk weave was such an expensive treat that it could not be priced, but since it was not closed in front without a belt or belt, it did not conceal anything from the neckline to the valley of the chest and the lower abdomen.

It seemed to Snow that it was just a costume designed to tailor herself as a precious sacrifice.

Ah, um, I'm groaning at the pain in my arm that's going to dislocate.

I try to get away from it, but I can't get any strength in my knee anymore.

"Whoa, are you awake?" You shouldn't push yourself. No matter what Snow-chan's body does now, I've put a lot of care into it to make it feel good. It's going to be a big deal with a little shock. "

When I noticed, I heard a voice in my ear.

Signals that your fingers are waving at the point where you can stroke or not stroke Snow's leg.

With that, the feeling of an electric current running through it ran straight from the sacrum to the bone to the skull.

Hee-hee, Snow screams.

The chains rattled, and the breasts were clearly rich in age, and the shock caused a chain reaction to stun Snow.

The man who gave the slightest advice on how it was going was watching next to him.

"See, I told you. I can't help but feel the indirect and muscular pain of being chained and suspended for a long time... but now Snow's body is extremely sensitive to stimuli (...). Stay quiet and calm down."

I think it was me who touched him, as if it were someone else, the man said.

Snow knew the first man as well as the red jade.

"Oh, Izma?! Izma! Why?!"

"Ahhhh, did your cunt turn to Nomiso?" Allere, I guess I made a mistake with my dick. The flesh blames itself to the limit, and reason leaves it to the brink. That's the essence of Earth Spider's training technique. "

"Why, is there an Izuma here?!"

"No, no, I saw you earlier, didn't I?" in hot springs "

"Oh no, then, is it Izma who did this to me?! Why, why?!"

"Why... yeah. Didn't I explain? Oh, you didn't do that, did you? But Snow-chan really cares about you, huh?"

Are you a bad boy?

Izuma's tone was so gentle, but it was so frightening that Snow groaned unexpectedly.

"Betrayed?! Betrayed?! You betrayed us and you became the Dragon King: Smaugard's minion?!"

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" It's so cute, if you're really Snow already, you're a bad girl. "

While saying that, Izuma played the tip of Snow revealed by the rampage with her fingertips.

Hyuuu, a scream leaked out of Snow's mouth that could not be heard again.

Lightly bounced, that's all, Snow was hit by a shock unmatched earlier.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Snow heard

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Snow is a famous artifact. It's such an exciting way to squeak, isn't it?

"Izmysma, stop it already." What's all this from me? What's the matter with you? No, no, no, no!── "

"Ah, yes, yes, I won't do it anymore." I won't touch one finger, but my dick, right? "

”Hiiii, Izuma... don't you want to do it anymore?”

Snow said, paralyzed by the aftertaste of the shock that still ran through, unable to believe Izuma's words, which retreated lightly.

So, so, the man of the earth spider nodded with a lightly painted face.

There was nothing, nothing.

Every time Izuma nods, the words "trust" and "trust" become rubbish.

"I was convinced by the explanation I received (informed consent), and I wonder if I should say" I agree "(consent). See, Snow, it's easier to be prepared and to keep your reasoning by knowing exactly what your body is like and how it's going to feel from now on, right?"

"Informed consent?!" What's going to happen now?! Is it easy to build up your readiness?! Ri, is it easy to keep your reason?! "

What are you saying? What is Izuma saying?

Snow had no idea.

The only thing I know is that I'm afraid.

I'm terrified of not knowing one thing.

I can't wait to see you.

That's why I refused as much as I could.

"I won't, I won't agree to anything, I won't do anything!"

"Ahh, but I don't care what they say." As Snow already knows, I admire His Majesty Smaugard's loyal servant, so I can't defy your client's request. "

Smaugard's── request?!

"Yeah, I think I was very interested when I talked about Snow." If you explain to me that you're my daughter who's joined with a book that has hidden the secrets of the world, I'd definitely like to turn it back. "

"Turn back?! Turn back?!"

As promised, this time Izuma didn't touch Snow with one finger.

Instead, he winked and hesitated to look directly at it, but he dirtily moved his fingers to show it.

Snow's breathing became extremely shallow and fast.

I can't stop my teeth from rattling when I'm squeaking.

Smaugard knew that Snow was the Grimoire: Vibro Valeri.

Even though it was just a fear, he (...) was interested in Snow.

Izuma told me something funny.

The ugly figure of Smaugard, who appeared as the king of the corpses, blinked in his mind when he saw Izuma's past on the hot springs.

Brilliantly, brutally, the stench and pressure felt at that time remained intact.

Snow remembered the feeling of her stomach turning upside down.

Gulping, the puke raised her throat and ran from her mouth.

"Ahh, I'm throwing up. Oh dear, I should have let it all out, but even if it's just stomach juice, humans will vomit."

Snow exclaimed as she cried at the sore stomach that burned her throat and the smell of vomit that pierced her nose.

Not because it was painful.

Snow's flesh felt her throat pumping up her stomach fluids, and she felt the pleasure of her unpleasantness.

"But it doesn't seem to be hard." All right, all right, my dick's good! That's your skill, isn't it? The human throat originally serves as an organ that feels sensual. Sniffing your throat and swallowing your milk, or swallowing your chewy bread so vigorously, it's supposed to be painful, but it feels good, doesn't it? Now Snow just passes something through her throat, and it feels good. "

"Why, why is this happening?"

"That's because I love Snow." It's really important, isn't it? I love Snow! That's why I don't want you to suffer. I don't know, Dragon King... but I want you to feel more pleasure than pain, even if you turn back to the corpse! That's why I did it! "

In other words,

"This is mercy. Pretty merciful. It's called mercy."

Snow looked up at the Earth Spider King with a stunned look as she shook her fingers and closed her eyes.

Izuma laughed and rose to her satisfaction at Snow's appearance.

Izuma was sitting in a strange open-legged stretching pose, keeping the center of gravity with just her toes, in order to match her gaze with the hanging snow by folding her knees.

Izuma?!

"Don't worry, I won't." I won't do anything anymore. On the contrary, we're leaving. We're done here, Sa. From here on out, my client, it's── His Majesty Smaugard's turn. "

Izuma walked out of the room, bowing in a playful manner like a rude butler.

Behind it, there was a sound of something dragging... it appeared.

From downstairs to the altar made of standing dead trees, the stairs were used to step up one by one.

When I saw the figure, Snow was attacked by a vomiting feeling that was not comparable to that of before.

I throw up and throw up.

I'm throwing up.

Why?

It appeared in front of me because it was── like multiplying a dragon and a human by exactly half, carefully torturing the creature and rotting it in every corner over the years.

The rotten smell from it turned Snow's stomach upside down.

Physiological aversion is not easy.

The overwhelming smell of contamination overwhelming others and the apparently sinister weight of pressure alert Snow to a biological crisis.

Repeatedly rising fluids and sore throat and nasal cavities.

But even that, I can only feel it as pleasure in the current Snow.

I'm scared of that.

It's frightening and irresistible.

Sidaiha, Smashitaka?

"Of course, Your Majesty. Yuahinez, Yuamajesty, please turn me back until I'm done.”

"Narhod, Koha, Nantmoutsukushi"

Is it worth the stain?

"Cotabino, Sigi, Hometetskawas"

Smaugard, the corpse king, praised Izuma as he shook pieces of rotten meat.

From that voice, which gurgled from the poisonous swamp, I felt the unbearable smell and the distorted lust directed at Snow was so dense that I could touch it.

No, Snow sobbed like a goose that tightened up.

I can't scream anymore.

Smaugard laughs in the back of his throat as he watches how his daughter is frightened to death.

I can't wait, and Izuma follows.

Snow asks both of them, "Why?"

I don't know, shake my head.

Why am I here now and what will happen to me in the future?

It's not a question I didn't understand.

Snow realized that he was being chased by fear without a bottom.

A corpse king who pierces his entire body with countless weapons and a pierce, and drags a chain tied directly to his ribcage like an organ.

The costume of the king, who had sucked in the rotting juice and worn it out.

Many dirty ornaments that are still dull and glowing are sewn in there.

"No, that's a medal that was raised to the level of a jewel..."

In the same costume, the man and Snow, who were pierced by the same chain, met earlier.

That was... in the [Dream].

No, if Asuko were the "Ideal Garden" that was cut out, as he said.

If that were the case, it would not be a [dream].

Because "Ideal Garden" is still present in this moment, right next to Snow and beyond the book of unconsciousness that can never be surpassed by humans who let go of [Will].

Wow, is that you?

Kabosi Snow's whisper was overshadowed by the rumbling sounds that occurred immediately afterwards.

Under Snow's trembling comprehension, the altar, which seemed to be a withered tree as if it had received the will of Smaugard, began to rise up to capture the daughter of the grimoire (Grimoire) by changing her stupid and stupid potatoes.