The Reborn Demon King’s Goddess Hunt

Riddle.

Rip Rip Rip......

"Noooo...... What is this..."

"I already have a weird voice. Juno, are you listening to me properly?

"Also, of course, Spica. Ha, ha... After a week of research, we talked about how well the Demons and the humans coexist..."

Riddle.

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"Yeah, that's right. There was a war going on before, even in the village of Potte, near the western border, in the city of Yarga, and now the relationship seems to be improving."

Spica dropped her gaze on the notebook at hand and grinned satisfactorily.

"Well, they have skirmishes sometimes, but it sounds like they're on a scale that we can solve on our own. The Demons and the humans are working together to make sure they're self-purifying."

"Heh, heh. I see..."

Riddle.

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"Ugh... nooooooo..."

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Your faith in Juno and Artemis is growing....... heh. You've both responded well to the people's prayers."

This is the workshop in the village of Macaino. its entrance.

I'm asking Spica, who returned from an investigation mission, to give me a status report.

Nevertheless...... what a beauty.

I haven't seen Spica face to face in a week. Because of that, I can feel her beauty all the same.

Long blonde hair flowing smoothly.

Patchy large eyes, beautiful skin in snow.

The limbs pulled by daily workouts are so supple that they fall in love. So much so that you want to stroke your legs now, such as those stretched out of your short skirt.

And more importantly, it is a breast.

Speaking of breasts, Spica. Speaking of spica, breasts.

Luxurious shoulders. A raised clavicle. I have to react to the curved beauty that continues from there to the bulge that sticks out greatly, with the sword of flesh flaking in my groin.

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"And by the way, Spica."

"What's going on? Something bothering you?

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"Yes, no. It's not like that..."

"What happened just now? I haven't seen you in a week, so that's too much fun, huh?

Riddle.

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"Shh... hah..."

I took a slow, deep breath.

You have to ask if this is true.

"S, it's Spica. I want you to tell me one thing..."

…… Yeah, yeah. If that's what I know... "

Riddle.

Riddle. Riddle.

Riddle, Riddle, Riddle...!

"Spica......!!

I stared straight into her big eyes and never asked.

"- Why are you rubbing my groin since just now!?

That's the thing.

It was shortly after he returned to the workshop in Makaino village and started reporting the situation to me.

As Spica read through the contents of the notebook, she reached out and began to scrape my groin...!

The long fingers of the spica and the feel of a limp palm, transmitted over the trousers.

When I thought I scratched the tip area crunchy with my nails, my palms went back and forth from the root of the meat pole to the middle belly, over and over again. Sometimes roll a leather bag containing dark golden spheres softly in the palm of your hand......

Inevitably, meat cannons undergo transformation into meat cannons.

Then, Spica's sleigh gained momentum. As if to encourage cloudy shelling, actively rinse, rinse...... and.

... It felt so good.

Therefore, I left it as it was for a while, but I finally felt the danger of an outbreak. If you let it erupt in your pants, the result is tragic. The embarrassment of submitting drooling trousers to the laundry maid in the workshop is hard on the brush tongue.

After so much imagination, I decided to make a stop here, which was unfortunate.

But the spica of the day.

…… What, a rind? "

He made me tilt my neck with a strange face!

"Unconscious - you say!?

Riddle.

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Riddle, Riddle, Riddle...!

No matter, the rind continues in the meantime. Rather, it's gaining momentum!

Behind his waist, a sweet paralysis ran.

Floating in an ejaculatory appetite, my spine pops with a freckle.

Oh...... this is not good. Not good at last.

"Hey, what the hell. That's the former princess of [sexuality] 880 and [intelligence] 20. If...!

I stared at the [lust] 880 girl with an honest mind.

"Spica. Keep it slow, keep your eyes down."

"Huh? Yeah, yeah. Ok...?

I wonder what Juno's talking about? That's a plethora of questions.

but. Spica is honest.

Follow my words and slowly, slowly turn your gaze downwards.

And -.

Spica saw.

The scene where your own palm is scrubbing the symbols of the man you are currently in!!

Riddle, Riddle.

Ri...... Ri......

As a result, Spica's sleigh slowed down. The fact that I can't pull my hand in right away seems to be a spike at first.

"Ah, ahhh...... Uhhhhhh..."

The beautiful skin of Snow and White is dyed red.

My eyes moistened and my whole body began to tremble quickly.

I ask, keeping the center of my pants dangling.

"You were unconscious... right?

"I was unconscious...... uuuuuuu. If I did, I wouldn't know how to rinse...!

"... at all. How hungry were you?

Spica bit me in the mouth like that.

Lift your eyebrows and swell your cheeks poorly.

"Hey, what the fuck!... Oh, no, it's not natural. If I hadn't been there for a week, I'd be starving."

"No?"

No, I'm not! I've been gambling for a week! I've never had a week without you! I gambled a lot and when I got back to the village of Macaino, I had plenty with Juno...... come on, I was going to feel better, so...!

"I rubbed my groin unconsciously because it was facing me after patiently overlapping patience... you mean?

"Yes! Bad!?"

Spica tells off in a yake-fucking-mood. I already have tears in my eyes.

Because of the explosion of shame, his face is bright red to the gray neck.

To her like that, I...

"Thanks, Spica..."

I gave him a gentle embrace, like wrapping a broken object.

"You thought so strongly of me. A long week of abstinence… it was a masterpiece."

"Ahhh..."

Spica tinkles down her throat and accepts my hug.

When I turned my arm around this back, I snuggled two frivolous swells.

This is - I need a payback.

So I decided to hit my groin.

Grilling the sword of the demonic realm, inflated by the sledding of the spica, on her abdomen.

"Ahhh... come on no..."

Spica spills a hot exhale. I rub my thighs together.

What the hell is going on in my short skirt...... Kukuk, let's just say I'm sure of plenty of that now.

"Spica. Let's share the pleasure together."

Whispering under her ear, she quivered her shoulders,

"Huh..."

A voice that seemed to disappear, but he agreed to the ritual of sexuality.

Shamefully, the moment a girl asks for an act always inspires the male instinct.

Come on Spica, be more ashamed......!

"Kukukuku...... where do you want to do what? The play that Spica wants...... no, let's do the ritual. Plenty of slutty imagination!

Let the girl decide on her own means of obtaining pleasure.

Its delightful or urgent cloudy quest.

Spica dyed her cheeks darkly, honking her throat and hesitating to speak, causing her gaze to go right and left.

Oh, what a bully! What the hell kind of play...... no, I guess I'm trying to devour pleasure with rituals. I can't help but notice!

After the silence of shame...

Spica has been staring up at this one.

"You're outside... fine. You two get naked... Outside, I want to si..."

- Ooh, ooh.

Aren't you going to come up with some bold suggestions besides thoughts for the cute and embarrassing crack......!

But that's also the good thing about Spica.

So I pretended to be calm.

"... okay. Indulge in the minds of the naked people in the Forest Fountain...!

"Huh..."

- Ceremony, approval.

Shoulder to shoulder with Spica and push open the workshop door.

Naturally, I keep rubbing her ass over my skirt with one of those empty hands.

It's the western day of the afternoon that lights us up.

At dinner time, we still have plenty of room.

"Five shots by sundown... no, six shots...?

When I'm swelling my dreams into future ejaculation plans,

"Oh? Is that... is that something?

Looks like the spica on the other side noticed something. He leaves my butt rub and runs away on a small run.

She stopped around the main entrance of the workshop and stood back.

Placed on the ground was a basket of vine knitting.

The size is larger.

It is covered with a white cloth with embroidery.

"I wonder how long I've had it. I didn't realize when I got back."

"Hmm, well..."

The moment I caught up with Spica and exchanged words.

"Hmm."

A voice came out of the basket!!

"What!?

"Yes, now......!

We looked at each other. Definitely. In this, perhaps...

I panicked and took away the cloth that was covering the basket.

hunch, medium.

"Mm-hmm... Babu."

In the basket, one baby fit perfectly.

Age...... not sure.

If you convert to a human race, would you be about a year or two old?

Anyway, blue hair is an impressive baby.

"Are you kidding me? Kuh, who the hell..."

To abandon a child is to abandon someone who has been miserable. Maybe there's something going on, but I wonder what it's like to leave it silent.

When I'm setting my evil conscience on fire,

"Oh, this is..."

Spica took a piece of bi-fold paper from the basket.

"Mm-hmm. Is that a letter?

"Sounds like it.... you want to open it?

"Ugh, um"

... Gokuri.

I rang my throat with Spica, and I gazed into the text of the letter.

It was noted there that...

Dear Juno the Demon King.

This child's name is Nameh.

It's your daughter.