The World of Masks

Callie walks past the palace door unscathed. If the kingdom was functioning properly, someone would have stopped Callie, but this kingdom is already doomed. Besides, this palace is Jack's.

Unlike the devastated cities around us, the royal palace was still intact because Jack's strict orders were not to touch the royal palace alone.

Where is the master? '

Then he doesn't decide where to meet Jack. Callie takes a step back to the room where she left off.

"Huh?"

You see some movement in the palace. Callie looks at you with slightly tense eyes. A group of humans trembles with a pale, dull face. The men were clean, but in plain clothes, and some men wrapped themselves in neat suits unlike most other men. The women were heavenly maiden clothes. But you run around trying to survive this mess, all messed up and messed up.

"Ah, servants? '

After you and Chloe left, you scavenge through the palace and enslave the rest of the humans.

"Hey!"

Callie yells at them. They look at Callie with furious, fearful, unshakeable eyes. At that moment, their eyes widened. I quickly lowered myself and bowed my head. They see Callie for the first time, but the wand hanging from the undead and the human skulls she holds in her hand, which she holds in her rear, tells them she's part of the Demon King's army. As soon as she was recognized as the Demon King's henchman in there, Callie was recognized as one who had to lay down her life for them.

Callie walks in front of them.

"Where is your master now? I mean the Demon King."

I kindly added the word 'Demon Lord' so I wouldn't understand if I just said 'Master.' People who heard the word 'The Demon Lord' trembled.

"Pardon me, but may I ask how you're related to your master?" "

The one in the most glamorous suit quietly opens his mouth. Callie's eyes widen.

He was an old man who wanted to pass the anti-bag and start getting into trouble. He shaved his beard neatly, and his white hair was neatly trimmed. Unlike other people who are both speechless and trembling with fear, this person was responding calmly to Callie, even though he had a aura of fear. I even named Jack after my master. It must have been an amazing human being, whether it was adaptive or brave.

"Who are you?"

Callie, who scans him from head to toe, answers with a question.

"I am the Grand Chamberlain of this palace. I've been granted permission by my current master to continue this role."

I have ears on my mouth and ears on my body. Callie looks at him admiring the garbage she just grew up with under her father.

"He's your boss. I'm your best friend. These guys should be enough evidence, right?"

A single undead skull hanging on the escort is tapped with his hand. Someone's having an affair. That horrifying undead looks like a puff of terror.

The Grand Chamberlain once again politely said that he had convinced him.

"He's still in the throne room."

"Is that the carpet and the throne? The one over there?"

The Grand Chamberlain nods. The carpet is a basic decor spread throughout the palace, but there aren't many places that can be called thrones. Queekly, it was like a conference room to discuss the realities of the throne with the government. And the place Callie pointed to was not the meeting room.

"Okay, you can go now."

Now that I know where Jack is, I have nothing to see from them. The Grand Chamberlain cautiously calls Callie as she makes her way to a place called the throne room.

"· · · · · · · · · · M. '

"What is it?"

Callie turns her head.

"I don't think you should go now."

"Why?"

The Grand Chamberlain was unable to speak easily. Callie's expression is slightly frowned, and he is furious and speechless.

"My master is doing something important."

"Important work?"

You've done most of the important work already. Callie looks at the Grand Chamberlain. She blushes slightly and can't make eye contact with Callie.

"Aha."

Callie grins as if she has learned something important.

"Murder or women?"

All I could think about was the two of them. The Grand Chamberlain's face hardens as he hears of the murder.

"The latter."

The Grand Chamberlain desperately teased the stubborn tongue. Callie waves as if she's okay.

"Then it doesn't matter. I'll take care of it. Watch your work."

Callie leaves them alone and starts walking into the throne room.

The vast palace had nowhere to be quiet. Soon after walking, I saw the big and colorful door that I saw earlier. Callie opens the door without hesitation.

"Ugh, ugh!"

As soon as you open it, you hear the scream of holding on to something. There were no royals or nobles crouching in the room. Instead, another scene stood out.

On the throne, deepest inside the room. There was a man and a woman there, one by one.

The man was, of course, Jack. He sat arrogantly on the throne like a king ruling this kingdom.

On top of that, a woman sat on his thigh, facing Jack.

I had never seen her before. One of the maids working in the palace seemed to be wearing a dress with a rattlesnake lace. There was a lot of fear and shame on that cute face. I always check the books twice or three times so that I wouldn't be caught by the most noble people, but my usual outfit was falling apart.

Her breasts were torn apart like something had been torn, and her full-bodied breasts remained exposed. Garter belts and panties were shaking on either side of his stocking-wearing legs that looked more attractive with a slim crust. She seemed even more reserved to take off all her clothes, and now she looks cranky.

"Ahhh!"

A groan came out of her mouth again. I felt pain rather than pleasure. Seeing that it was almost insubordinate, it was natural.

To somehow satisfy Jack, she shakes her ass hard. Even though the usual, imaginative act of sexual activity on the throne of the Lord of the Kingdom was being profane, her mind was filled with only the desire to quickly finish this task and be set free in front of the Fearsome Demon King.

Every time she shakes her body up and down, she also shakes her big chest in front of Jack's eyes. Jack enjoyed enjoying the pleasure of coming up from his penis while holding her breasts tightly with his hands, deforming her form or pinching her nipples. Every time, of course, Maid suffers, but she grips and endures it.

Callie takes her eyes off the two of them who are in a frenzy, and this time she looks away. There is something broken in the corner of the room full of bloody rags from your torture. A shredded, shredded corpse.

'You finally did it.'

Perhaps he couldn't take it anymore when he enslaved the acolytes.

Looking at Maid having sex with Jack, she desperately kept her eyes on him. Probably trying not to see the body rolling around here.

Maid doesn't seem to have noticed her yet, but Jack is clearly looking over her, panting in his arms. But he did not try to stop his behavior. Rather, I smiled at Callie.

"Who's been playing around here after giving you a hard time?"

"Tsk!"

As you hear a strange voice behind you, Maid turns her head in haste, shrieking. No human wants to show others the sex he has, unless he is a human with a voyeurism. Maid rubs her face red and covers her large externally exposed chest with her hands. Jack made an impression. It's because Jack's penis was missing from her vagina, which was giving her a lot of pleasure while moving her body. She tries to climb down Jack's thigh. But Jack grabs her by the shoulders.

"Aah!"

She screams at the pain of a broken shoulder. I looked at Jack with tears in my eyes. Jack gives the order expressionlessly.

"Who told you to stop? Keep going."

There was embarrassment and shame on Maid's face. But she can't refuse Jack's orders. He lowers his head and puts Jack's penis back in his vagina.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · Yes, uh-huh!"

She starts shaking her back again. Jack looks at Callie, feeling that good feeling.

"What's going on? Did you do everything you asked?"

Maid closes her eyes completely after putting her face on Jack's shoulders to avoid seeing Callie. Mechanically, I only move my lower back as long as I hold on to the groaning that comes out of my mouth.

As the same woman, Callie replied to Jack, despite her worst views.

"I'm here to see if there are any more gems in the palace."

"Why, do you need more?"

"Yes. Surprisingly, there are too many humans living in the capital. where they survived, how they survived, they kept coming out like cockroaches. I enslaved those who could read as much as I could, so I handed them the jewels of the contract and assigned them on my behalf, but there were so many that it would take a few days for them to get here. Why don't we just get this over with?"

"Hmm."

Jack took all the jewelry from the bracelet he had on the contract and threw it to Callie.

Tak!

Callie took them gently.

"Go out there, grab anybody, ask them. Maybe it's in some kind of treasure vault. If you can't find it, you've driven the king and his family out of the building next door, so ask them."

"Okay, sorry to interrupt."

Callie lowers her head lightly and turns back. Behind you, you hear Maid's groaning louder as he starts bouncing his waist.

She closes the door to the throne room and comes out.

'You must be busy having fun for a while.'

Not as much as Callie and Chloe, but there are quite a few newly enslaved royalty and nobles in the world who are not as beautiful as the humans. Jack would not let them fall to slavery and not be able to refuse orders. They'll probably touch anything that says it's a little pretty.

In a way, even though she was jealous of me, Callie didn't have the audacity to be so blasphemous. No, I couldn't. Jack is like Callie's faith. Callie wouldn't have the courage to tackle God with jealousy.

'Be strong.'

Rather, I rolled up my arms so that Jack could have more fun without worrying.

Callie's eyes start to walk beautifully, and she sees the Grand Chamberlain directing her acolytes from afar. Perfect timing. Callie slowly approaches to ask him if he had the jewelry of the contract.

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