The Reborn Demon King’s Goddess Hunt

A week after the streak in the bathroom...

Fortunately, my distance from Spica never widened.

It was only the next day that, although she was showing such a bare gesture at first, there was also a gradual increase in conversation as she continued her normal life.

Now I'm starting to find the time and do some magic exercises for both of us.

This is the outskirts of the village of Macaino.

It is an unpopular, forest entrance.

"Ha, ha... Good day, Juno."

Spica came this way. I'm wiping a towel of sweat glittering on my forehead.

When I did it and my breathing was rough because I used confessional magic so many times that I worked out to get used to my body.

I was watching Spica.

"Uhm.... and don't look good"

"Pfft. I'm so glad you gave it to me."

Spica twirled around on the spot.

Glossy blonde hair began to smell sweet.

She is putting together a pink black armor.

This is a delicacy that was handled at Artemir's armor store. The kingdom of Holy Artemis became my thing, so that I could afford to sieve.

Me and Spica went first to the armor store.

And I bought the finest disastrous armor and gave it to her.

Then the shop owner's toddler asked her to fix the shape of her breasts. It is the process of measuring the big chest and tight waist of the spica and fitting it to shape the armor.

When I retired from the Demon King, I decided to become an armorer specializing in women.

That is why the armor adjustment was completed this morning.

A flip from the fightin 'princess's iconic silver armor, the base color is shiny black.

Gauntlet and leg guard to protect limbs, on a chest that shines like obsidian. I'm pairing my miniskirt and knee socks there.

Spica says this is easy to move?

"Phew. Let's take a break. When you're done, we'll do it again."

"Right. By dinner, we still have time."

Alongside Spica, he deposited his back in the trunk of the tree.

I ask as I narrow my eyes to a cool breeze.

"Speaking of which, what is Artemis doing?

"What do you think? I'm sure he's in his room, eating, sleeping, sleeping."

"Well, I think I do some magic exercises once in a while..."

Now Artemis is also a resident of the village of Macaino.

He lives in the same workshop as us and lives in a private room upstairs.

I do seem to have a daunting day, but I also think I've seen you do something for the book.

... oh. The spica is peeling.

"Nor. You're with me now, so don't talk about other women."

"Huh, you did"

This child immediately bakes yakimochi.

And then you were looking at the timing of leaning against my shoulder earlier... cute stuff.

"Now let's say we ask about Spica. I've been wondering, how many poems have you made so far?

Spica's confessional magic takes the form of singing with verses on her own poem.

The key to confessional magic is an obnoxious matter in your heart.

It stimulates the magic meridian by shame in exposing it, generating a high density of magic.

And by releasing magic to match the sense of liberation that has ended the exposure, it brings immense power.

"Because I feel honored by only one love over infinite admiration"

I sang up such a poem, the world's first confessional magician was -,

"... about 400 pieces."

"Hey, hiccup...... you say!?

No, wait. I feel sorry for you for pulling it off.

I think she's been living a cramped life. Born as a princess, she was forced to fight on behalf of brave men and was about to crush her heart......

It must have been Poem who healed her like that.

By writing and singing poems, he was putting the stress on his mind outside.

Then... let's accept.

I've decided to accept everything about Spica.

"... you should keep writing more and more poems. I wish there were more bright poems"

"Juno...... thanks. You know how good my Poem is, don't you?

"Hmm?...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Let's just say that.

Indeed, given the confessional magic thing, I urge Spica not to forget the ease of Poem.

But... the most important thing is that her heart be saved. Don't forget that.

Secondly, Spica has kept her body.

Soft blonde touches my shoulder.

Silently, I turned my arm around her shoulder.

"Ugh. Juno..."

Body temperature melts together. Plump is exchanged.

I enjoyed the quiet time of the two of us, feeling the gentle wind.

less of a tranquility, a little utter,

"I knew the myth was a lie."

I opened my eyes to the usual words.

"... myth? Are you talking about me?

"Yes," affirms Spica, continuing.

"In Liliaheim, 300 years ago, the Demon King seal remains a myth." Venus the Great Goddess and the Goddesses of the Six Mans have sealed the world of brutal demons and evil demons "..."

"Buffoo!

I accidentally erupted into that overly cluttered fabrication.

Spica is also pitifully bitterly smiling.

"It's a terrible lie now, isn't it?... but Liliaheim's people have heard this myth from their babies many times and worship the great goddess. Neither did I."

"Huh. That's a goddess way to do it."

"But now I know exactly what it is. Juno is... a very sweet thing"

That's what I said, and Spica's been staring at this one.

Her head gently, I open my mouth.

- The truth is completely different.

Three hundred years ago, Venus, the goddess of our predecessors, unilaterally broke the inviolable covenant that has long been kept between the heavens and the demons. He led the great army and began invading the demonic realm.

Before a fierce surprise attack, the Resistance Much more demonic realm is stripped of territory.

As a result, most demons have lost their lives.

At the end of the day, my predecessors, the Queen and the Goddesses of the Six Mans, came up with the idea of attacking me simultaneously.

And activated, intense sealing magic from all directions.

While enduring that onslaught, I activated the metamorphosis magic to protect only a few remaining demonic territories.

As a result, only a few territories and demons were protected.

This is the village of Macaino and its inhabitants.

But when I ran out of magic by massive transfer magic, I was sealed in a sacred space.

"... ugh!

Talking about it and letting him hear it, Spica covered her mouth and put an end to it.

Tears are twitching in my eyes.

My eyelashes are shaking and Shizukuishi is still going to spill.

... I don't know. I didn't mean to upset Spica.

I coughed up with Cohon.

"Nevertheless, with the cooperation of Lilith and the people of the demonic world, I was able to come back to life. It's joy, there's no need to grieve anywhere."

And...

And let me have plenty of time.

"Besides, this is how I met Spica..."

I stared firmly into her eyes and engraved the words.

…………

Spica pulls her mouth together - full of silence, only the sound of the wind occupies one seat.

Why don't you. Your cheeks are hot. Why is Spica keeping her mouth shut!

I was heartbroken, even though I took care of my cool expression.

I mean what I'm saying now. That's why I don't want to be done with jokes.

Then came plenty of silence.

But my heart keeps pounding.

…………

Because in a long silence, the mouth of a leeched spica was slightly raised.

She stares far away with a calm eye...

"Eh, I've decided... Juno, shall we go?

Raising his back as I thought, he reached out to me softly.

Return to the workshop. Walk the hallway side by side.

I sweated plenty from my magic workout, so I'm going to take a bath in the water...

... but it's terribly hard to walk.

"Mm-hmm, Juno... Ha-ha-hmm..."

"Spica...... awesome wetness. Ha, ha, ooh..."

That should be it, too.

It was early when I got back to the workshop. As the two of us were walking down the hall, Spica reached into my pants.

And he started using his fingers and palms to scratch his groin.

I can keep my mouth shut. Not me.

All in return, I crawled my fingers into her garden from above Spica's skirt.

On the belly of my fingers, I feel the soft * * of the spica -.

My groin swelled immediately. I got spots on my skirt.

But we kept moving our hands without stopping each other from walking.

"Ha, ha... Juno, 'cause you're being so quiet... Huh!

"Naturally if Spica does this... eh"

Inside the workshop, Lilith's men work normally.

Caress while walking...

If I'm witnessed, I'm in big trouble.

Yet...... I can't stop.

Imagine being witnessed, rather the excitement grows.

Upper body as usual.

Yet in the lower body, they are touching each other's * *...

When we objectively look at ourselves like that, we get more and more intense groin swelling.

"Hmm, my room...... hey, come on?

"... um. Ha, ha..."

The two hands won't stop.

Walk down the hallway.

Doing the maid.

ascend the stairs.

In keeping with his gait, Spica's * * makes a guzzling, guzzling water sound.

"Oh, my God!

"There's Mr. Spica too!

Outside the window.

The two of us waved at the maids mowing the lawn in the courtyard.

Smiling smile. Tidy costume.

But under the window frame, each other's fingers flourish with desire -.

"Huh... Huh, huh"

"Ha, ha... ahh"

Walk down the hallway spilling rough breaths.

I stood shoulder to shoulder with Spica and went for her room at the top.

The opposing spica is eating up her teeth, yet wetting her eyes with lust.

- I got it. It's Spica's room.

Spica opened the door with a trembling hand,

"Ha, ha... Juno, hurry..."

"Ugh, um... I'll get in your way."

He invited me in to hurry.

That, right after.

At the same time the door closed, the spica jumped.

"Juno, come on, come on...! I, I can't do it anymore...... Patience, I can't. No."

Let the exhale bounce hot and take off the demon king's clothes.

The button was immediately fully opened.

He was trousers down and stroked the male swell over and over again from the top of his underwear to Spica.

I can't even just be hit.

I put my hands on pitch-black armor and stripped my breasts off.

Potatoes and Shizuku fall over the carpet.

Apparently, Spica is making her honey burn so hard that she can't take her underwear.

"Magic, use it, even though it's just expensive... Oh, if they touch me so much, this is what happens to everyone!

"The first person I touched would be Spica! That's a princess with over 880 [lust]!

The two of us fall into bed.

Take your clothes off even more.

Touch * * to greed and crawl their tongues into each other's bodies.

When he came in underwear with me and Spica covered me.

My gaze hit the lid.

"Ha, ha... Juno. Thank you for saying it's important. I was delighted..."

Close... Every time Spica talks, her lips and lips touch each other.

"It's a very happy thing for someone to think about. I met Juno and I could feel it..."

Strong eyes gently arc.

"I was born as the fourth princess of this country. When I was three years old, I found a gift of magic, and my father... by the king's life, I began to do" Replace the Brave ". Until I was eleven years old, I dawned on my magic sword training and have fought in the field ever since..."

Whoever has the highest right to inherit the throne shall be banqueted to swallow in the king's capital.

The inferior is sent to the dangerous scene as a substitute for the brave...

Spica clouds her expression.

"It's me, I only remember training and fighting... They held me with their thoughts, because they told me it was important, because it's the first time Juno's ever been anything."

"I..."

Spica is eighteen.

It was only a few moments for the Demons, but I guess it was too long enough for her to close her heart, which was a human race.

"I also tried to accept that I was destined to push my expectations and hopes. Kill yourself and act like a fighting princess... all the time, I can't rely on anyone..."

But you know what, Spica hung up.

"I met Juno that day and everything changed."

Clear blue eyes.

Straight knob.

"Juno, ignore all the things that were tying me up and ask so enthusiastically for me... I was embarrassed at first, but I'm beginning to understand."

Spica's thoughts never stop.

"Juno's gesture, because he's always so sweet. You care about me, it's coming through... I've always wanted someone to sweeten me, and I think I wanted to be taken care of. It may not have been very suitable to take the lead as a fighting princess..."

But there she shakes her head.

"... now I just want you to let me sweeten it. But one day I want to grow up to be such a strong Demon clan that I too, like Juno, can rejoice in everyone's expectations and hopes!

Spica's heart is loving -.

I hugged her hard.

"Huh! I'm already pushing you."

Spica rocked her shoulders with Couscous,

"Juno. The next day I came here, I was having a bad dream. My hand, thank you for shaking it. My heart... thank you so much for healing me..."

bathe in a dignified and moist gaze,

I laughed.

"Until I did what I deserved. I'm the Demon King."

"Not at all. That's all."

As it turns out, I've been out of conversation for a while.

What sounds constantly is the water sound of the tongue intertwining with the tongue. Hot exhales mixed from time to time.

"... tell me how it feels to do it. I don't want to lose to Artemis."

"Oh. Then I'll tell you plenty. First of all, with your feet..."

"Me!?

Time for the two of us flows loosely.

We rolled out together in the hot tub after the next morning sun rose -.