The Reborn Demon King’s Goddess Hunt

"Pfft! Eh heh heh ~ ♪ Pfft, pfft!

"Kukukuku... it's a name. I'm fine, but keep my cheeks in order."

Enjoy the usual walking course (that said, just going around the courtyard of the workshop), along with the name.

This kid is growing up well.

Sometimes I am surprised by the weight changes when I hold it.

I grew up sleeping and eating fast and growing up feeling loved by everyone.

Names thus greatly missed me only recently after returning from an outing to the Perchta and Holy Slave Gulveig kingdoms.

… to be more precise, I performed a demonic service to an age-name in my dreams, just from the next day.

After returning to the village of Macaino, everyone was surprised.

Because my name is not Spica, and I started wanting my hug first.

"Ah, Name-sama to the Demon King. Are you still taking a walk today?"

"Good luck, Demon King. Good walk, Name-sama."

The yard sweeping maids come by cackling.

I laughed at them,

"Kukukuk. Even among the maids, Names seems to be popular"

"Me-dotan! Yahoo!"

To a name that smiles and waves, the maids say, 'Kah!' He raised his yellow voice.

"Well - it's already popular, Demon King! This cuteness...... I can't stop it!

"If you're a kitchen maid, you're immersed in Name's breastfeeding research!

"Oh, the bedding maids were thrilled to upgrade Name-sama's crib."

'Hey!' said the two maids in solidarity.

Over time, the presence of Names has become an indispensable part of the village of Macaino.

Like these maids, they are loved by the people of the village.

"But what is it..."

I lay my eyes down and crushed my maids not to be heard.

It's been two months since the name was discovered, early.

The Inquisitor Flyer must be out of range, too.

However... we have not yet obtained any significant information about Nameh's parents.

Apparently, the Royal Knights and gendarmeries everywhere continue to investigate, but the results are equally fragrant here......

"How about we just let Nameh live permanently in the village of Macaino?

Such opinions are raised at every meeting.

I almost agreed with you, but...

I'm not sure that will lead to Nameh's happiness.

Although we share the coexistence of demons and human beings, demons are demons and human beings are raised by human beings better able to form a personality......

That's what you think, you get lost.

"Pfft! Well, I'd love to!

- Whoa, did you call?

I stopped patrolling and gently stroked my name.

"Come on, let's go back to the workshop. Spica, Artemis, Gulveig, Perchta, Lilith... we're all here today. Sweet for everyone, as much as you like."

"Wow!"

Nameh's energetic response warms my heart.

I need to keep loving this kid and protect him until the time comes...

Such determination springs naturally.

"Me too, that's something unusual..."

With a bitter smile, I'm going back to the workshop with Nameh.

If you wish, may this child's future be full of happiness......

… and.

Though I had fatherly thoughts and felt tender.

"Good evening. Even today, it feels good...... tell me?

"Kuh, not again!

At night, you dream of an age-grown name.

Semi-long blue hair. female body between adults and children.

And vain eyes and faceless faces...

But these days, changes have emerged.

"Pinch this place so gently.... What do you say?

'Ugh... tiptoe, tingling... Hin... oh, it's hot again...'

'All right, now you're gonna nipple, and you're gonna play it lightly at your fingertips? - Get ready for pleasure.'

'Okay...... Huh, ahhh... Huh. Heh, heh... heh!

In such a way, the namesake in the dream is becoming more and more able to enjoy sexual pleasure.

Now it seems a lie when you caressed your chest but were unresponsive.

While I miss that night, I call on Nameh (Dream).

"Well, what do you want to know tonight?

"...... I want to know the service of Kuchi. It's like Artemis does, it's like a cuckoo, it's an amazing one..."

"Nooo. That's gonna take a lot of work out, huh?

"... Really?

"Mm-hmm. First, plunge my blackened demon tower into its roots. And suck. Suck even. After you bring your mouth closer to a vacuum, shake your head back and forth to boldly serve. If you don't remember your throat moves, it'll be tough."

"Sounds kind of hard"

"It is vital that you do not fail to aspirate thoroughly when exercising forward or backward, and keep your cheeks snapped. Clear beauty distorts into sluts... That's what encourages meat expansion"

"Learn..."

Well, I'm not willing to teach the * * * * * Artemis stream here.

Though in my dreams, I find it tempting to screw * * * into the throat of a girl named Names.

"But you know what... I can't..."

I pointed my little mouth, and the look on Nameh's face sank in.

So I'm the one who presents the alternative.

"For Names, it's a good idea to remember the turtle * responsibility *"

"* Toto...... * Meh?

My lower body rejoiced with the pleasure of making such a adorable girl say '* head * meh'.

"... name it, again"

"Turtle * responsibility *......?

"... All right. This one is ready. Let's get started."

- Such exchanges were repeated frequently in my dreams.

Now Nameh has mastered many sexual moves.

My internship empowers me to practice as well as knowledge.

Hand * Ki, foot *, as well as * * Ya * shooting, face * *, and last time * I have completed a drinking course.

He opens his mouth with the sperm * stored in his mouth, shows me plenty to taste with his tongue, and then exaggerates and throats and swallows... I also carefully taught him that technique.

Thus.

The night explored the pleasures with Names (old) in dreams, and the days passed to play with Names (babies) in the village of Macaino by day.

My breasts are leaping ahead of the anniversary that's already coming.

Heine, the painter, told me that Spica's painting with the name was nearing completion.

And Neme, soon to be two years old...