The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

When the Demon King looked at my face and nodded small, he pushed his hips all the way.

"Whoops!"

I should have been almost mahi about the senses and all that already, but the Demon King's. That was hot.

And it was more vivid than I thought.

What pushes my body open and breaks into me reminds me of the meaning of the act.

Suddenly I get back to reality, and I also push my regrets over why I have allowed such absurdity.

But...

"Kakel."

I was so desperate for the face of the Demon King to call my name to peek at this one, that all the disgust and repentance that arose instantly made it all better.

Taking the time to fit it all in, the Demon King looks at my face and wraps around Parker's hem to check the wound.

- But the wound remained there without healing.

Wait a while and you will never see any signs of healing, and a similarly desperate exhale leaks from the lips of the Demon King.

"- Why not...!

The Demon King is no longer the "Demon King".

I am not a "demon".

It's self-evident, but people can be sure and hopeful, even if they know it.

And no matter how much you wish, some things can't be fulfilled, no matter how much you want them to step on the estate and cry and cry.

"Why... eh"

I had never seen a demon king disturbed like this before.

I wonder what a voice should be called to the unexpected appearance of absurd voices while overflowing emotions.

In a corner of my mind, I didn't have the faint expectation that maybe... the power of the Demon King could manage it.

(But what's convenient like such a miracle, it can't happen sooner)

Even with a little disappointment, that's not against the Demon King. It is to my own weakness that I have unmasterfully lifted up and made the Demon King take extra responsibility.

"Ter..., such pity. Tsura, I'm sorry. Suppose it was... the Demon King... right?

You were more forthcoming when you fought me.

(You were strong... in your previous life)

But you in this world... are still looking down at me with your lips trembling crying.

Originally, I think it's this way that I want to cry when I'm stuck in something that's not there.

It hurts, it's dying, it's pathetic, it's painful. But...

"... don't die. I will not be forgiven for leaving me. I won't forgive you..."

That way, your selfishness, which makes you look so much more painful than me and poke at your unscrupulous demands, can't wait to sound on your chest, lifting your arms as heavy as lead with the utmost force, and I put my hand on that neck muscle.

Deep inside my body hurts more than somewhat of a scratched or pushed open place to the demon king who gets grown up but stays. I can easily take your neck like this right now. After traveling so long, fighting and fighting and fighting through, the distance I finally reached with my thoughts is now zero.

"Kakel."

Of course, I strangle that… no way, I pulled the Demon King's head with my trembling hands.

At that time, I wasn't sure myself why I did it.

I just wanted to... somehow.

Maybe he wanted to comfort me, or - maybe he had more of another emotion.

Or was it impulsive or instinctive?

No... maybe he didn't want to hear any more of the Demon King's plea and simply wanted to comfort the crying child.

I layered it on the lips of the Drawing Demon King.

It's just that at that time, you can't leave out all the thought and reason that's tangled up like a thread.

I wanted to touch the demon king's fever.

Closer,

I remember. I wanted to feel a hot fever, and I mouthed it.

To help you at sea for the first time.

The second time, you're forced to.

The third kiss with the Demon King tasted like the sea.

There is something emotional about me wondering if I have already kissed you three times.

Every time, it was oddly laughable to be a situation with no shards of sweetness at all.

(... if you die laughing like this, hail)

Hey, Demon King, my life wasn't bad this time.

I never thought I'd be in such a deep relationship with you, who was a lodging enemy, but that, too - wasn't bad. It wasn't bad.

- So don't mourn me too much.

That's how each other's lips touched each other, the moment the exhalation was mixed.

I thought I heard a tall metal sound similar to tinnitus.

My heart beats very hard and my body has a strange feeling.

The blood in his body boiled once and for all, and the heat that seared his skin from the inside swirled, killing him with joy to the exit where the dam broke but every now and then gained enormous amounts of energy.

I am swallowed up by the turbulence, making my body jump without being frightened by the fever, pain and pleasure that strikes me.

"- Huh!!!

Somewhere in my head I heard voices that I didn't know belonged to a man or a woman.

"Meow Meow Meow Meow"

"Worldwide is Worldwide -"

"Unleashed"

"Wake up, let go."

"Release me."

"It's Heavenly Fate."

Somewhere familiar, arrogant, the voice of what must be beyond people's knowledge.

Then I want to escape, and I can't stand the idle power of being uprooted and altered by my body to get out of under the Demon King, but - the Demon King has layered his lips deeper, plugged his tongue into mine and tangled it. It's like I'm telling you to give me more heat. But I'm just saying.

"... ahhh... ahh"

He flirts with the Demon King's tongue, gasping small for bitterness.

And as he kissed him, the Demon King rocked his hips loose.

"Ha... n... stop...!

My spine is flexed by the direct sensation of the inner part of my stomach.

The shallow interaction deepens and is further revealed.

"... uhhh..."

I don't know what it is anymore.

I can't believe I feel good about that.

Until earlier, it was only one end of a life-saving act and another kind of farewell ritual.

It was vivid, but of course, it was far from pleasure, etc. -...

Now a clear sense of pleasure comes from it and tries to grab me into the sea of pleasure.

At the same time, heat gathered around the belly - wound, where it hurt badly.

It hurts like being twisted around like clay and burned with fire. The pain grew and expanded its scope, eventually turning me into a frontier I had never experienced before.

- That was similar to what it felt like when healing magic was done in a previous life, but it was also more separate.

It is swallowed by a stream of energy that boils down the blood tide across the blood vessels that transforms the body from the ground up. It was such a violent, irrational, overwhelming... force out of people's minds.

"Ah... ah... eh"

I screamed pitifully, and I reached.

Physiological tears flow down from the eyes without being able to bear it.

The demon king also sandwiched the breath he felt in between his mouths, while savoring the connection and ending up in me with greed.

I didn't know how long it had been, long or short, flirting with excessive "power" like a boat in a storm, but all the pain in my body had disappeared when I returned to sanity.

The spirit was severely worn off by the unmatched "power" given to people to receive it, but the body was completely normal. No, on the contrary, it's so much more mindless or physically fit than when I woke up in the morning.

"... it's okay now"

Speaking so, he pushes the upper body of the Demon King, who looks down with a glossy look. In the palm of my hand, the feeling of a damp uniform came through. Evidence of a return of heat to your hands. Until just now, I didn't even feel the wet clothes cold.

When I came up from the sea, the complexion of the demon king who was blue and the color of his lips made me feel bloody, rather the blood color was better than usual, how healthy it looks. No heart or good skin gloss. It doesn't look like I took the demon king's life away from him, and I'm relieved for a moment.

The demon king, who had covered himself in me, pulled himself apart for the most part, although he showed himself lost only for a moment.

The motion also breaks the connection.

The feeling of falling out was many times more vivid than when it was pushed open. Even if I wanted to endure it, the violin still dominated by pleasure would tremble small. I turned away from the Demon King like a child scared of injections.

The distance, which was zero, disappears, allowing space for each person between them.

... Somehow, very awkward.

Maybe it's where I should thank the Demon King, the benefactor of my life, but - I don't want to say it in the mood, and I can't.

Looking with your eyes for something silently stripped and scattered to mislead the place,

"Pants are here"

The demon king was on his back. He gave it to me.

I was offered what I was looking for and was rarely there when I got my wet pants.

Having managed to get in shape through my wet pants and my running pants, I've finally been able to afford to think about the phenomenon that happened to me earlier.

Instead, he wanted to avoid touching on the act he had just done.

When I checked the wound, the area around my belly was slightly reddish, like a bath, but the wound that was torn was spotless, and there was just a tight skin there.

(What the hell are you talking about?

It was hard for me to understand what happened to me.

Is this the power of the Demon King?

Does that mean the same action worked for me, as I gave the demons "power" in my previous life?

"You know... you did that earlier... didn't you?

"Oh, that felt good"

"Not so!

"I want to do it again"

"Not really! No, I won't!