The Reborn Demon King’s Goddess Hunt

One sunny afternoon.

Me, Juno the Demon King, and his loyal and flirty subordinate, Spica von Spiegelberg, left the dining room side by side.

"Spica. The curry thing that came out for lunch, it was delicious."

"Right, it was delicious. I could eat as many drinks as I want."

"..................... you're gonna get fat?

"Ugh, shut up! I'm exercising a lot, so it's okay!

"Hmm, you do have quite a bit of exercise. This morning, I served the Dark Demon Gun in my groin four times..."

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This is a workshop in the village of Macaino.

It is our hub of life and the castle of our demon king.

It's noon now, so the maids who work here also frequently go in and out of the dining room.

Their bright voices echo the glorious vibrancy of the castle.

I saw the spica walking beside me.

Fluffy, flowing long blondes still shine today.

The shamefully tidy sides are stained red with shame and how adorable.

And it's shaking.

As Spica walks rhythm, the swelling of her round, large, plenty grown breasts seems softer, oozing, pounding......

- I want to.

- To Spica, flirting, I want to.

For a girl as adorable and twitchy as she is, it's something that makes me want to stick around.

This is the sex of a king who rules the demonic kingdom.

Impossible to suppress.

"That's right, Spica. Remember exactly what we planned for this afternoon?

"What? Uh..."

Like a gibberish, Spica pulls her cheeks.

I sighed.

[Muscle Strength] and [Magic] numbers are excellent, and [Lust] is a thriving spica, but [Intelligence] alone can't help it. This is how I often forget what I told you about today in the morning ceremony.

... Not at all. Before I became a Demon by my demonic discipline, I made her the fourth princess of the Kingdom of Holy Artemis and said she was a brave man leading the Royal Knights.

Spica's men must have struggled......

- But that's it!

It is the demonic idea of pointing out the downfall of the spica and flirting in the name of punishment.

Kukuk, we have a successful operation.

"Spica, come on. No underwear in the afternoon......"

And where I suggested a fascinating punishment,

"Wait! Yes, I remember now! Uh, uh..."

Spica shouted 'I waited'. He puts his fingertips against his temples and walks with his neck twisted, yeah.

Incidentally, the appointment for the afternoon is a meeting.

Next, let's discuss the kingdom of the fallen goddess.

I didn't expect you to forget such an important appointment...... Is there any way to raise Spica's [intelligence]?

"Ugh... city inspection? Not... help Lilith build her magic props? But not..."

"Huh, cute yazu"

I smiled softly.

Spica, who is thus distressed, is also adorable.

That's when.

Me and Spica hit the hallway - it was bad up the stairs.

"Uh-huh... uh..."

Spica troubled but going up the stairs.

The afternoon meeting will take place in my room on the top floor. Well, if we leave it like this, we'll get to the venue. Until then, you should worry about plenty.

When I was feeling smiling - shortly afterwards, an electric shock ran over my spine.

"Ko, this is......!!

Open your eyes.

Noteworthy is the standing position of me and Spica.

Cursory and spica up the stairs.

I'm looking up behind her from the front of the stairs.

Then, what do you think?

Spica's smooth legs - its base is more gradually, gradually, dewy!

"Nooo...!

I stared.

Spica's thighs pulled by years of training. It is the black knee-high sock that wraps it around the middle.

That knee-high sock worn mouth eats into your thighs, highlighting a hint of excess flesh!

"That's just great. Good thighs once again......!

Spica goes up the stairs. My gaze follows.

A miniskirt that flickers unprotectedly. Spica's healthy, muffled thighs, a subdued white soft skin, captured my heart and wouldn't let go.

"Ho ho..."

Spica goes further up the stairs.

Swinging miniskirt. Thighs that become dewy to the base.

Eventually, a plump, rounded ass probably brought happiness to my eyes.

A glimpse of a flickering glimpse from a black miniskirt, a white ass probably......

The sensual contrast leaked my breath.

And.

Time has come.

"I see it......!

Behind the flickering miniskirt...

A pure white fabric finally popped into my sight.

That's Spica's underwear.

It is just one thin cloth that encloses an important part of her.

Lilith taught me before.

This phenomenon, he said, is called 'stair punching'.

Because the pants look chilly, they shrink it and call it punchy. Kukukuk, I've been thinking about a pure name.

Destiny gives you a stair punch chance...

I vowed to burn this opportunity to my eyes.

"Stair punch, stunning view......!

There is no pattern in Spica's underwear. It's only blank white. However, the hem area is finished with fine lace, adding a clear luxury to her buttocks.

And don't forget the crochet stare.

Lilith taught me before.

A crochet is the last fortress, so to speak, that protects pure petals.

I stared at Spica's crochet - a double stretched fabric. Then there's her 'shape' floating around...

Furthermore, it is strange because excitement is stimulated in the seams of underwear and crochet.

"Well, this is...!

I noticed.

Spica's underwear, which I see flickering, plays with me... no, there's more fabric than there is during the ritual.

Lilith taught me before.

That is the type of underwear that covers most of the buttocks with fabric, called a full back.

But now...

It's because I've been walking for a while, or because of the crack in Spica's ass, the full-back fabric is subtly eating up!

The creases crept over, the full-back underwear.

A sense of life drifting there.

That is nothing more than a sign that Spica is alive.

- I felt the breath of honorable life in Spica's stair punch.

"Spica! Spica!

When I couldn't help but speak, she looked back at me like she was hacked. It's just time to get to the dance floor.

I immediately run up the stairs and smile gently at Spica.

Come on, get your hands on it.

"What? Ugh, yeah......"

"I now let you feel the breath of honorable life. You should keep it."

I took the silver coin out of my pocket and placed it pong on Spica's palm.

But she let her eyes swim,

"Huh? This silver coin... what the hell?"

My answer is yes.

Tell them how touched you are.

"Of course, thanks for indulging me in the stair punch! Pure white underwear with a sense of life... it was once a great punch, Spica"

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As the top stained bright red from Spica's neck, I spoke eagerly to make her listen.

The excitement of eating knee-high socks.

Plenty of buttocks. Maybe a touch.

The charm of underwear eaten into the crack of your ass.

- Crotch's, aesthetic.

"It's Spica's underwear that I've stripped off, stuck my hands in, squawked at my fingertips, and stared at close range, but today I was able to notice a new charm. You're not the only sensual person to dare to expose yourself. A lifelike, pure white underwear with a glitter in the back of your skirt. I realize the depth of sensuality that stair punches create."

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Oh? Spica is pulling shivers.

I thought you were struck by my hot valve, but.

"If... if... if..."

"What?"

"Silly!!!!

Spica said away, exploding the shame that had accumulated in the accumulation.

"Silly! Eh! I want to be the Succubus King! Uh, uh... eh! Juno's Eh!!

He thrusts back at me with silver coins and begs me with tears, but I guess I can't think of many cursing words. Spica just calls me "eh eh eh eh".

And he glanced at me,

"But you're never gonna show it again!

Spica turned her hands behind her and held onto her skirt, going up the stairs to the second floor.

"All the time......!

I just stared at Spica's ass.

But, but.

I could no longer worship the stair punch because of her holding down her skirt with both hands. Oh, my God. It is precisely the guard of the iron wall.

"Phew...... Look, come quickly. I remember exactly what I was planning this afternoon. You had a meeting in Juno's room."

Spica, who arrived upstairs, looked down at me and said: It is an extra look because of stopping the stair punch.

"No, wait. But this...!

Stair punches have been guarded, but deep in my chest, sensual flames are still burning.

Follow the spica up the stairs,

Come on, get your hands on it.

Just like earlier, I took the silver out of my pocket.

That, too, two.

"Huh? How can there be more!

Look at the silver coin in the palm of your hand, and the spica exposes its agitation.

Put your hand on her shoulder and I told her to tell you.

"I didn't really see any pure white underwear with a sense of life. But I've come to a new frontier. Spica now, out of shame that she doesn't want me to see her lifelike, pure white underwear, with both hands... you held her skirt down, didn't you?

"Oh, yeah, well..."

"That's right. It was that act that inspired my senses!

Spica looks like she's in trouble, blushing.

"Huh, don't you see?

I lifted my mouth and laughed niggly,

"Spica held Skirt's ass and went up the stairs. Therefore, I could not worship pure white underwear with a sense of life -"

"Either you say 'sense of life' or you won't stop!?

Spica swells her cheeks, but the answer is no.

Because a lifelike eros stimulates a lot of groin.

I go on.

"I mean, Spica was feeling it. Inside this skirt, he said, 'shameful things not to be seen'! Such shame appeared in the act of holding down the skirt and going up the stairs. It was that shame that inflated my flesh sword so much!

That's right.

Using steps to glance at underwear is not the only thing that is stair punchy.

The act of a girl holding down her skirt.

Shame on you trying to hide things you shouldn't see.

Feeling it is also one of the charms of stair punching!

"Spica......"

Finishing the hot valve, I turned to Spica.

"Become what!

Spica jumps back like a thriller. I just packed the distance and cornered her to the wall.

And like surrounding Spica, Don on the wall! And I poked my hand.

"What do you need to be ashamed of? I did feel the breath of life in Spica's stair punch. Isn't that very honorable? You should get your chest up more."

Get your face even closer.

Me and Spica's nostrils touched each other, and the exhalation mixed.

"Huh... so! That's not the problem...! I just got angry because, uh, the..."

Spica leaves her cheeks dyed and her gaze to the right and left.

Bite your lower lip slowly,

"... today's underwear, it's the one I use everyday, so I'm extra embarrassed... Well, if Juno sees you anyway, then... match underwear, I wanted you to see it, because..."

That's what I told him to be ashamed of.

But I shake my head and deny it.

"Playing with me...... no, during the ritual, Spica always wears temperamental underwear. I'm glad to hear that too. But today, I worshipped the underwear that Spica usually has. I sincerely appreciate this valuable opportunity. What do you mean, you're not lucky?

"Uh...?

Spica looked up at me.

"I mean Juno... even my regular underwear said he was excited...?

"Exactly. Thanks for the lifelike, pure white gift, Spica"

"Ahhh..."

Secondly, Spica's gaze drops.

What she's staring at is the heart of my body.

It is a flesh cannon that has just swelled up through my pants.

"Ugh... Shh, it's getting sooo annoying..."

Spica, who confirmed my Darkness Weapon, rubbed Mojimoji and his thighs together.

"Ho ho. Did I see your underwear and you got too wet for the excitement?

"............ silly. Don't ask.... you know what I mean."

That's the Demon Clan.

That's [lust] 880.

His eyes melted with Tron, and Spica seemed to expect “beyond."

and then.

"Oh, the Demon King is dictating Spica."

"That's Juno."

"It sounds interesting. Let's get everybody."

The maids in the workshop found me. As it is, it becomes intertwined with Spica in a state of popular surroundings.

"No, wait. Is that an ant...?

As I swelled my imagination and groin, Spica grabbed my hand all the time.

He is pulled hard as it is and pushes fast through the hallway upstairs.

"Come to my room. Behind my stomach... it's my responsibility to take it."

"Hoo-hoo. Fine. Be prepared, Spica."

"Welcome......"

Thus, me and Spica were to play a whirling afternoon...... no, we were to perform the ritual.

I'm very late for the afternoon meeting, needless to say...