The Reborn Demon King’s Goddess Hunt

face-to-face with the Royal Knights, and encouragement.

If that's all, you won't have to bother with me going to the King's Capital.

Rather, the real thing is tomorrow.

It is the liver of this mission to show the name to a certain person, that of returning to the King's capital around noon.

What we can do today is done.

After the royal palace, we moved to a nearby inn. I was supposed to rest as I was.

Dinner was served in a tavern co-located in an inn, and now it's night.

…………

I sleep in an old single bed, staring at the ceiling.

The ritual is closed.

The face to face with the Royal Knights would exhaust Spica's body and mind not least.

She is briefed in advance on the content of the mission.

Reunion with a former companion - she would be accompanied by a determined readiness too, but still there must have been something to think about.

Holding my clothes, the hands of a shivering spica.

When we broke up with the Knights, we seemed to have regained some calm... well.

"... go to sleep"

A little early, but I can't help it.

When I woke up and put my hands on my cape to get dressed in my bedtime clothes.

Con...... con.

............ con.................. con.

The door to the room was knocked. At an understated volume. Pinch it while you're hesitant.

"Spica."

You don't have to get lost. I stopped dressing.

Visitors here are limited.

Plus, you'll be reading the air with Artemis all night.

That's a quick answer after thinking about it.

When you open the door, there's still...

"Juno......"

A beautiful blonde girl stood, staring up at this one.

Make sure you have that face, and I smile.

"What's the matter, Spica?

"Huh... hey, hey..."

………… … Shall we go for a walk? "

"...... eh"

Spica shows a small nod. I put my hand on her shoulder and the two of us left the inn behind.

- A cool night breeze strokes my cheeks.

Unlike the village of Macaino, even at this hour there are many lights in the King's capital, and people blushing with alcohol walk wide.

"There is a quiet park nearby. Shall we go there?"

"... right. A place like that would be better now..."

After a short exchange, we walked out.

My right hand is on Spica's shoulder.

Anticipating the time, and gently exerting her strength, the supple woman has deposited herself here without any resistance.

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…………

There is no conversation. But there is nothing wrong with it.

It is most necessary for us to feel each other's temperature now.

- We're here. The park.

Apparently Wang Du is investing in greening, and there are small and large parks dotted here in the city.

This is a relatively large park.

Lawn. Bench. Fountain. Bush. Artemis stone statue. At night, the fountain seems to be stopping.

Of course the bonfire hasn't been burned.

The light of the moon and stars brings mystical stillness to the park surrounded by silence.

I sat on the bench under the tree, side by side with Spica.

Between them, there is only a short distance.

…………

Spica lays her eyes down and continues to remain silent.

But there is no rush.

Because her fist is gripping. Where shall we talk from? What shall we talk from? It is troubling evidence.

And.

"Juno......"

At last, Spica looked up and stared straight at me.

"The magic camouflage that struck me... I want you to disarm it"

Word for word, as carved...

Spica said so with clarity, keeping her gaze on me.

Magic camouflage.

It is magic for her to hide herself from her former men.

Releasing it means…….

"... okay?

I asked to be sure of my sincerity.

"If you disarm the demon-guided camo, you will discover the spica that should have gone missing. Then the Royal Knights, the royal family and the people will make a fuss?

And...

I hesitate on the brink, trying to keep the word going.

As a schematic, Spica will have thrown out the position of Royal Knights Commander.

I can no longer withstand the heavy pressures placed on me, and the dependence from my former companions is hard...

In that regard, I wonder how you intend to fold it up by fulfilling it.

"... As far as I'm concerned, I just want to avoid things that Spica can blame on everyone. The way you suffer, I...!

That's when I said it.

On his lips came a soothing sensation.

Spica stopped me with her fingers.

"Pfft. Juno, thanks......"

The face is gentle, serene.

But I felt a firm resolve.

"You worry about me, don't you?... Wow, I'm glad..."

But Spica goes on.

"... I've decided. He said I had to finish hiding. Those kids, they told me I had to believe everyone in the Royal Knights."

Spica narrowing her eyes.

Is it the sight of day that passes behind her brain?

"Everyone in the Knights...... I've been working really hard. I also felt it when I fought the Dragons in Wang Du, but I think everyone is ready for real...

Think for yourself, move for yourself, fight for yourself...... I felt that I was part of the Knights to Protect the People and that I had a firm faith. "

So...

"... I, too, need to take a new step. I am a princess and a brave man - it has become a form of escape from that position and responsibility, just because my heart was weak......

Let Juno save my heart and let me rest in the village of Macaino. In the meantime, everyone in the Knights has grown enormously... "

Spica smiles.

Briskly. Clearly.

"So I want to make sure I don't run away so I can't beat everyone like that. Meet everyone with the demon-guided camo unraveled, apologize... And then, my feelings and determination - I want to tell you!

Apparently, my mind has decided.

The large eyes that are present are clear everywhere.

Acknowledging his own weakness, omitting it, confronting his former companions -.

I wonder how much courage Spica has squeezed to get there.

"Right..."

What I give back is a slight grin, just like her.

But a slight precipitation mixes with the mind.

Face your former companions, apologize, and take a new step.

When that happens.

If.

- Will Spica return to the Knights?

Take Macaino Village - leave me and go to Wang Capital again...

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Complex thoughts that stick up in your chest.

All you have to do to get to Wang Du is use metamagic.

It's not like I won't be able to see Spica.

But - I am the Demon King.

As for the appetite for exclusivity, it is no exaggeration to say that Liliaheim is one of the best.

... I don't like it.

I don't want Spica to leave. I want you by my side.

Live in a workshop in the village of Macaino, stay like this, have fun days......!

On my lips, which was causing me to have real thoughts.

"Hmmm......!

Moist, wet, soft lips, strong, strong, pressed.

"Wha!... S, Spica!?

"Huh... Huh!!

Spica's momentum will not stop.

I dare you to brave your enthusiastic mouth with so much momentum that you embark on a great deal of yourself and cover yourself with me.

A supple arm holds me.

The Venerable Double Hill reshapes and compresses my chest plate.

As it was, the hour stopped for a while.

Until each other's breathing reached its limit, me and Spica kept aligning the mucosa.

"- Pfft!"

"Puha!!

Eventually, time moves.

Me and Spica let go of their lips almost simultaneously and said, 'Ha, ha!' and unison his rough breath.

"Ha, ha...! Juno already..."

Spica narrows her eyes softly.

What I can feel - is mercy.

"You look so worried, you don't have to. My place is next to Juno. I'll face everyone in the Royal Knights, but I'm not going back there. And... without me, those kids... I feel like I can grow big."

"Nooo..."

I clogged my voice.

"Hey, why are you finding out? I didn't say a word..."

How about that? My face is getting hot.

How could I be understood that I was anxious about the possibility of exploding my appetite for exclusivity and Spica returning to the Knights......!

"Because... What's written on Juno's face? When this happens, it's really easy to understand."

He smiles lightly, Spica tells him.

"But... I'm glad. I'm so happy. Juno thinks it's important to me..."

"Spica......"

Overlapping gaze.

Distance shrinks.

The tips of their noses touched each other, and they exhaled each other - again, they exchanged into one.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Shortly afterwards, Spica's tongue broke my lips and broke into my mouth whispering demonically.

I can keep my mouth shut. Not me.

To intercept Spica's tongue, this one also sends out his tongue.

"Hmmm...... Juno. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Take Spica's tongue, lick it around, and tickle it down.

Pussy, pussy... and slutty water sounds in my mouth.

"Juno... whoa, whoa... whoa... whoa. Me, delighted... Mmm, whoops, whoops... get lost..."

Spica turns to offense.

She moved her tongue violently, too, and got tangled up in my tongue.

Because it's something that moves your tongue endlessly, with it tangled up... the water sounds in their mouths are getting nastier and nastier.

"Nhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Juno...... all the time, because I'm by your side. Get out of here... I won't leave you, because... Uluru... I want to be with Juno... Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Spelled in parallel with the dialogue of saliva, Spica's thoughts.

Only when she was spanning my legs and moving into a face-to-face seating position.

Spica's arm tangled in the neck muscle.

The lips that can be pressed are soft and sweet.

"Nguyen, Chipu, Ri, get out of here... eh. Whoops, whoops............................................................................. Pfft."

Spica pulls her tongue out on the lid.

Staring at each other as they were, she drooled her tongue.

I see. It is an invitation to off-site brawl.

"Huh, this is nastier..."

I stretch out my tongue full, too, and flesh thin to Spica's tongue.

A cloudy water noise called...

With the outside air touched, the tongue and tongue together, the two saliva dripping all over the clothes.

But there's no room for that.

"Reel... Reel... Reel... Juno...... hiuuuuuuu...... Hmm, hoo... Lero-roo...!

A spica who blushes like a fever and devours my tongue.

That look is a lot nasty - but it doesn't stop the male's * * by irritating him to the point of violence.

"Leh... Leh, I don't like this...! Hmmm... Riuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Intertwined with cuckoo and cuckoo.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Sweaty women tremble with hiccups.

Spica rubbed her * * * against the mucous membrane, which protruded her hips forward and had already swelled into the bread.

"I feel the fever when I say it's over my pants... Kukuku, it's Spica. How wet is it?

"Because...! Nchu, get out of here...! You're stretching your tongue, * * * * too much... Mmm-hmm! Juno thinks of me, I'm so happy... so...! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!

Left floating in pleasure, Spica twists her voice.

That word made my * * hot.

"Fine. Then I'll end up with a raw flesh sword and give you guidance!

I lowered my pants with one hand. No matter, underwear too.

Exposed to night air * * *. A gentle breeze arouses disloyalty and excitement.

I told you, it was time to let * * go.

But it's embarrassing to declare the summit first.

The fact that I was horrified by Spica's 'Ike' is a sentiment to take it down to the bottom of the grave.

Show the Demon King Taru his spare time, and first give Spica his best - when he thinks.

"Here..."

As Spica raised her hips slightly, she slammed up her skirt with one hand and showed off her slutty underwear.

- Purple.

It is an oddly little fabric delicacy, decorated in black lace.

"I didn't know you were wearing something like this... A slutty girl."

but. The next moment.

"Here... This is the place..."

Spica shifted her underwear gleefully.

It was the * * * * * * part of Spica that jumped into my sight. * * * * So it's just wet, nasty * *.

Spica wants to be inserted.

I'm cramped with answers. * * * * * but stops just before.

"But you are... It has to be someone who has fulfilled the ritual of marriage..."

Premarital * * is forbidden.

Demonic common sense guards adult stairs.

"It's okay. Juno......"

But Spica just smiles glossy. I can even feel the extra time. All I'm saying is that my answer is woven.

And.

Spica told him with a pleasantly stained grin.

"- Because if it's just the tip, it won't have been inserted"

"What... so...?

- Impact, is.

I didn't even think about that.

But what Spica has to say is good.

If you don't * * to the root, there's no prenup * * or anything. It is not against the common sense of the demon kingdom.

then...... then!!

"S, Spica... ho, is that true? Really, you're saying it's no count if it's just the tiptoe!?

"Huh... really. What it said in the book I was selling to the city. I would have been so surprised if I had taught the Artemis, but I would have been happy..."

"I see, in the books...... If so!"

"That's right. So... right? is, hurry up...... hmmm! I can't stand it either!

Speaking of which, Spica is slowly lowering her back.

To the state of the art of inflated * *, take your own pearl shells -.

to uuuuuu......

It is.

It feels as if you dipped the area in hot water -.

in that heat, wrapped in a soft compression,

"Wowwwwwwwww...!!!!

Bullshit!! Bullshit! Buuuuuuuu!!!!

I was swallowed by a fierce peak with a screaming voice.

"Hiahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!!!

Almost at the same time, Spica makes a tall scream.

The tide * * came down on my lower body when I was at the fountain called Bush-ah-ah!

'Ha, ha, ha...!

Stare at each other with Spica. Overlay rough exhalation.

But no count.

The common sense of the demonic world was preserved.

... sweetly paralyzed around the waist.

Oh, my God. * * na * *.

Oh...... I can't wait to see the girl in front of me loving her.

I didn't know you'd let your mind go through so much more intensely, even though it wouldn't have been inserted...!

Me and Spica keep facing each other and resume their deep mouth silently.

* * * As if to share your thoughts, carefully, snuggly -.