The Reborn Demon King’s Goddess Hunt

The magic eye of the hearing I used was still improving accuracy.

Intelligence 20. Sexuality 880.

Call yourself the proud Fourth Princess.

Spica von Spiegelberg's rare status was proven by her own mess.

No.

I didn't know you'd leak a whisper just a little touch to the princess's chest. Isn't it too chocolate to worry about this one?

The moment I finished caressing the lower prep and activated the demonic discipline,

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!

The tall peak voice of Spica echoed into the demonic space.

"Ha, ahhh... now what... ahhh..."

"Don't worry, Spica. We're going to make you feel better."

Spica cramps into small pieces and her knees are no longer gagged. Still standing hard because of her sense of purpose as a princess?

Fine. I'll smear that stuff with pleasure right away.

I chant a spell.

Venus, the goddess, and his men, the Goddesses of the Six Mans.

Give this spica a taste of the most powerful magic of pleasure they've ever knitted in the 300 years they've been sealed.

Magic gathers in my arms.

Eventually, with his arms on the axis, many yellow-glowing circular horny prints appeared.

"Let's get started. My 300 Years - Extremely Hard to Taste"

"... Hin!

I wrapped my hands around a twitchy, fruitful swell of spica.

I don't commit foolishness that makes me an eagle.

Gently, gently, thoughtfully.

The flux of caress Lilith taught us must be properly protected.

"Oh, ahhh... bye-bye... this!

I'm already suspicious of Spica's rot.

"If you ask me what it is - all the horny prints that were on my arms were poured into Spica's body. Something like that."

"Geez, don't explain it calmly...... ahhh!

In the palm of the hand, the texture is plentiful. Spica's milk that is softer and firmer in the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu How glorious.

"Ahhh... I'm coming in... I hate... I don't want to let in your magical horny prints. No, no...!

It didn't take as long as that until the power of the horny crest reached Spica's body.

"Ha, ha... bodily... hot no..."

"Don't guide me. Spica's intervention in the Magic Meridian is complete."

"... ugh!? Oh, no, I can't do that...!

Spica, with several horny marks on her body, is stunned.

Magic meridian.

That's the source of magic.

It's like a magical blueprint, strewn all over the body of someone who handles magic.

The shape of the magical meridian varies from person to person.

Every time you practice magic, you grow little by little in the depths of your body, eventually putting your only roots all over your body.

I mean, what is a magical meridian?

Never intrude, it is the magician's life itself.

My demon guidance rhythm can intervene in its venerable demonic meridian.

Crushing their abilities, taking them away, giving them, it's all in their minds.

That's all I explained, and I smiled.

"By rewriting the magic meridian through this demonic discipline, I mean to corrupt you from 'princess' to 'demon tribe'."

"Do... stop... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

It's a spica I hate with my mouth, but I've been repeating small peaks since just now.

That's right.

Magic rhythm is accompanied by tremendous sexual pleasure.

Of course I could assemble the surgical ceremony to inflict pain.

But sexual pleasure is appropriate to avenge those gloomy and hateful goddesses.

My demonic caress makes me gasp and crave the best I can.

"Ha, ha... Unbeatable......! I can't beat your magic...!

Spica returns to her temperament.

The brilliance of clear eyes shoots straight through me.

- But it's no use.

"Let go...! My name is Spica von Spiegelberg. and of the Kingdom of Holy Artemis... proud..."

I pinched my milk * in the middle of the word. Slightly stronger.

To break Spica's straight heart with the pleasure of caressing...

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~!

A yellow horny print floats on the nudity of a slutty and stuffy spica.

But soon, the color of the horny print changes from yellow - red - to pink.

"Nah, I see. ♪ So the color of the horny print shows the progress of the demonic discipline. Nice to meet you, Demon King!

Lilith by her side shouts delight.

Her eyes shine on Gingin '. Breathing is rough, nosebleeds... well, let him do what he wants.

Spica's body is in trouble now.

Anyway, the magical meridians that have been protected by the goddess have been torn apart and reconstituted to the opposite demonic specifications of the goddess.

When it comes to the intensity of pleasure that goes with it...

"Ahhh...! Ah, ha! No, Ray...! My magic meridian. Ooh! Gucci, it's so shitty...!

From the screams on Spica's nose, I can greatly guess.

"Sometimes I'm no longer patient. Why don't you be clean and demonic? As a demon, we're going to work with Lilia on the Im Demonization Project."

"I can't believe it! Wow, I... ho, proud, high... ahhh...!

My voice is disturbed, but my heart still seems to keep the princess in shape.

Then let's shake it up.

"If you become a Demon, you will be free from the pressure of a princess, right?

"- Huh!?

Spica freaks out.

"Hey, what are you talking about? Hmm... I bear my destiny as a fighting princess... Hmm, of the Holy Kingdom of Artemis, for the people..."

"Everyone leans on Xama and relentlessly presses the weight of the name Hope. And where Xama worked so hard, corruption in the upper echelons of the country remains the same.... such a kingdom, worth standing up for and protecting?

"Duh, how do you know so much about the situation!?

"Spica...... You should try to hide something like that a little bit more, huh?

I'm too honest, I get worried while I'm enemies. That's Intelligence 20.

I just want to say... but now I guess I'm losing my judgment by the pleasure of demonic discipline. I feel sorry for him, so I decide to think about it that way.

"Ha, ha... mazoku, if you are..."

Mmm, Spica's reaction has changed. Is this another push?

"... Ku, you think you can... change a rotten kingdom...?

"I thought I could change it. I take the corrupt world back from the goddesses and turn Liliaheim into a demon world. The world is too corrupt for me to rule."

"Ya, the people... what happens?

"I don't kill useless people. I take good care of my people and my family."

"Lilith assures me that the Demon King is kind!

Lilith came into the conversation from the side.

"If you become a Demon Clan and become a servant of the Demon King, you can taste this pleasure every day, right? Plus, when I could save this country from corruption! Let's just accept it."

"Yay, yay...!

Spica shakes her neck to the left and right.

"Ha, ha... no... I'm an uncle... I'm not a demon... Ahhh... but I feel like hi-no-no...!

Still a gripping spica.

But it's too late.

The magic discipline is the final stage. Spica should already be close to the limit.

- And.

"Shit, you can't be something to the Demon Clan! Ah, but... maybe ooh... head, white, flying ooh...!!

At last the limits came to Spica.

Now for once, Bikun! and violently tremble the body.

At last, Spica traveled to the other side of pleasure.

"Oh, ah, ah..."

Magic Discipline, complete.

I gently held Spica in my arms and smiled.

"Spica von Spiegelberg. Welcome to the world of demons."

"Ahhh, uhh... uhh..."

The look on Spica's face, reborn, melted in pleasure...

She lost consciousness while being held in my arms.