episode_0168

Here, there is one vampire.

“Congratulations on being reborn as a new being, Mariel.”

“…….”

Mariel.

Captain of the Inquisitors.

She became a vampire.

With the red bridge in his hair, he naturally became a member of the vampire army-

“In the name of the goddess.”

As if divine power was rushing out from her body, two divine powers began to flow out from Mariel simultaneously.

One is the divine power that Mariel possessed as a goddess when she was human.

The other one is the divine power that Mariel gained through her faith in the goddess as soon as she became a vampire.

Both are divine powers.

In the future, as a human, your divine power will gradually decrease as you use it, but as a vampire, your divine power will not only fill that void, but will also flow down like the side of your priestly robe.

“Mariel.”

“Why, Apostle Azazel.”

“…Where did you sell your tights and why are you only wearing a wet curtain and panties?”

Mariel’s attire, what should I say, was far from modest.

“What. This is the most appropriate attire for an apostle.”

“It’s the right outfit, though.”

The ends of the curtain, which come down in a triangle shape from the collarbone, gently cover the nipples.

It is not strange to call it a nipple curtain instead of a breast curtain, and it is such a sexy outfit that even a slight breeze from the side could reveal the nipples.

Even the lower half of her body boasts that the vampire’s body is hairless like a human’s, or that a symbol similar to the goddess cult is tattooed on her lower abdomen as a uterus…

‘Is it okay to tattoo a sacred emblem on the uterus in the first place?’

I do wonder if this is okay, but if Mariel wanted to become this kind of vampire, then I have no choice but to respect it.

What bothers me is not the level of prostitution, but the fact that I am wearing this outfit and doing outdoor activities.

“Are you going to fight the enemy like this?”

“Peace be with you, Apostle. Your believer production bag is safe.”

“What?”

“I thought you liked talking indirectly. Correct me. Your uterus will never allow another male to touch it.”

“That’s right, your uterus is mine alone.”

“Do you hate being seen by other males? Hehe. In that case, don’t worry.”

Mariel snaps her fingers across her body.

“This way, the enemy can’t see your body.”

A white light created by divine power takes hold all over Mariel’s body like a suit.

It was a latex suit that revealed the lines of the entire body, but inside it was decorated with red blood like a special pattern.

“Are you wearing divine power?”

“This is a type of fighting style used by the Inquisitor. It is one of the techniques of fighting while surrounding oneself with divine power like armor. Originally, it uses the divine power of the goddess to turn one’s body white, but…”

Mariel raised her arm.

“Huh, I can see the line.”

There was a long red line that resembled a bridge on Mariel’s head.

It’s not a strange pattern.

Rather, it is well balanced to the point where it is pleasant to look at.

…If you look at it positively, it’s just a cool design, but if you look at it negatively, it feels like the light that appears when magical girls are corrupted.

Or like the feeling of the cables attached to the body suits worn by women in science fiction fantasy glowing red.

It’s not that unpleasant.

It’s just amazing that something like this is possible with divine power.

“Mariel.”

“Why is that?”

“If you can wear something like a combat suit with divine power, then you don’t need to wear nipple curtains or panties, right?”

“…….”

Mariel looks at me with a blank expression.

“Oh, God, save this fool.”

“Am I stupid?”

“That’s right.”

Mariel has become quite comfortable with me since she became a vampire.

“Does Azazel really not know that the sight of someone wearing underwear stimulates men’s hearts more than a full body shot?”

As if he were a priest who taught me the doctrines of the goddess.

“The aesthetics of covering is that, firstly, it stimulates the imagination of what is invisible because it is covered, and secondly, it is even more stimulating because it allows men to take off their own bodies when they are allowed to do so.”

“You’re right, but why is it coming out of your mouth so fluently and not mine?”

“Because I realized. His truth. His word.”

Mariel raises both arms lightly and smiles.

“Attract a man to sex, then make him ejaculate inside your vagina to contribute to the birth of life. In accordance with the mission of the goddess, I dressed up like this to seduce a man to get a baby and impregnate me.”

As Mariel swept her hand over her body, the skin that had been covered in divine power soon returned to its original state.

“Look, apostle.”

Mariel lifted the end of the nipple curtain slightly, revealing a hint of a pink areola beneath.

“Don’t you think that you want to take it off yourself instead of me taking it off?”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

If you have sex often, there are times when even that becomes a bother.

“Originally, it’s more attractive when a man takes off his underwear.”

It can also be frustrating because I am personally destroying a woman’s last line of defense before having sex.

Of course, there is also the opposite.

When a woman takes off her underwear and shows me her naked body.

‘They’re both Kebakkeji.’

There is no way to compare what makes you stand up more.

Depending on the situation and the person doing it, it is different.

A woman who is usually very guarded would allow me to unhook her underwear.

A normally shy and reserved woman would take off her clothes and throw herself on me when she wanted to have sex with me.

When it comes to looks, it all depends on a person’s personality, appearance, and the situation.

What about Mariel?

“Huh, then apostle. You-”

“You say things so confidently, but when you actually put your hand on me like this, I’m speechless?”

“…….”

Although he speaks like a pious priest and a solemn inquisitor, he immediately shuts his mouth when I rub my erection against the side of his panties that resemble micro bikini underwear.

“…….”

“Do you want to get stuck?”

Mariel scratched the ball and didn’t answer.

Instead, she moved her lower body slightly and pushed my dick between my underwear, smiling lecherously.

“Apostle.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you want to feel superior?”

“Superiority?”

“Yeah.”

Mariel grabs my shoulder and whispers.

“To show those who chose the wrong path what it means to make the right choice, so that they can live their entire lives regretting their choice.”

“Um….”

“What do you think?”

“…Isn’t that just because you want to feel superior to ‘them’?”

“……hehehe.”

Mariel chuckles.

“Will you hang out with me?”

“I’d like to hang out with you, but is that okay? We were colleagues at one point, after all.”

“They are the ones who foolishly abandoned their faith. We need to let them feel it for themselves.”

Mariel smiled sinisterly and clasped her hands together in prayer.

“I’m talking about the ultimate pleasure that heretics cannot feel.”

The Inquisitor.

“I will show you the pleasure of your own vagina that they will never feel in their lives by showing you how to receive a load of cum from your own vagina in front of the heretics who will give birth to slimes for the rest of their lives.”

She is researching new torture methods.

“Of course, they follow the goddess’s teachings. Like the succubi, they give birth to slimes and contribute to the creation of new life.”

If you ask whether the self-reproduction of slime is also the birth of life, let’s just say it is the birth of life since it is just one individual multiplying.

But that’s the slime sucking the fluid from the vagina and undergoing mitosis, not the act of sperm and egg meeting to create a life with a soul.

“Okay. If you want to have sex like that, I’ll hang out with you. What do you want me to do?”

“That’s….”

At Mariel’s whisper.

“…The outfit wasn’t the problem.”

I just ended up falling asleep.

“Okay. Let’s hang out together.”

It’s not just the provocativeness of the outfit that makes a man want to have sex.

* * *

While giving non-directive instructions to Chief of Staff Arcamond.

The vampire princess has a hobby that isn’t really a hobby.

If it’s your job as a commander, then it’s your job, and if it’s something that you absolutely must do, then it’s something that you must do.

[Come this way.]

Beyond the magic of the fire, there is an assistant teacher.

The assistant instructor is heading somewhere with Mariel, the heretic inquisitor who has become a white-haired, red-eyed vampire, Vampire.

Sunday Ranch.

There, the heretics who were captured along with Mariel are being punished by having to give birth to weak slimes every day.

“Um….”

The vampire princess swallowed her saliva.

Her gaze was drawn to the vulva, the symbol of the goddess, engraved on Mariel’s lower abdomen.

It is quite different from the vulva tattooed on the lower abdomen of succubi or on the bodies of women who wish to be turned into vampires.

It feels pious because it is literally the emblem of a goddess, but it also feels vulgar because it is tattooed on the uterus.

It is the emblem of the goddess, but it is the emblem of the vampire.

The red sentences that make up that sentence are from his own blood.

Jinjo can share some of the senses of lesser vampires.

Similar to linking your senses to a homunculus, you can feel some of the senses of a lower-level vampire in real time.

I’ve never done it before and never thought I’d need to, but what if a lower-level vampire got used to the sensation of having sex?

“…No.”

The vampire princess shook her head.

“Petting is okay, but insertion is not.”

There are things you will like and things you won’t if you practice them.

But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t practice.

“…When standing, I like to take off my underwear sideways with my pants down. Note. ”

The vampire princess is studying now.