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Galatea’s appearance isn’t exactly a manifestation of Kleon’s desires.

Neither her large breasts, which can’t be grasped with one hand, nor her smooth, brown skin without a single blemish, from which droplets ceaselessly flow.

Each element is optimized to seduce men, but she is not one of the succubi.

Her essence lies, above all else, in assisting the master of the magic sword and serving to draw out its power.

Her appearance as the incarnation of the magic sword,

Whatever form it took was irrelevant, as long as Kleon liked it.

`But, this is… Hehe…♡`

Galatea watched Kleon as he roughly tore off his clothes, which had been formed from magical power.

Her own figure reflected in his dark eyes.

And Kleon, having lost his reason while looking at that figure.

The sound of his breath and pulse.

And his trembling eyes, and her own body reacting sensitively to every touch.

Everything was becoming a condiment, accentuating the situation of being violated by the man before her.

And the more desperately she wanted Kleon to become her predator,

The more she felt honey flowing from her lower body.

A space created with magical power.

Within the small territory, Galatea could even mix her master’s and her own magical power to create small props if she wished.

As if covering a rain-soaked floor, the condensed mass of magical power was spread out under Galatea, freely changing its form,

Until, at last, it transformed into a bed adorned with frills, befitting a couple celebrating their first night.

“Mmm… Chu…♡”

As if appeasing her master, who was flushed and unable to control himself, merely touching her body, Galatea explored Kleon’s lips and tongue.

Each time teeth clashed against teeth and saliva and tongues intertwined between them, the breaths passing close by spread a sweet fragrance.

For Kleon, and for Galatea.

The lower abdomen grew hot and breaths quickened.

Releasing the control over the magical power that formed the clothing,

The torn top and the covering of her wet and sticky private area disappeared.

And then, the place leading to Galatea’s core was revealed.

Kleon had lost his composure due to excitement, but he wasn’t a virgin.

While working as an adventurer, he had sometimes been tempted by women,

And there were women who offered their bodies in place of commission fees.

Kleon tried to understand what those feelings were for them.

Therefore, even if he tried his best to refuse their favors,

He wouldn’t be disgusted or try to reject them.

Even searching through all the experience he had accumulated in that way,

Galatea’s body was more than enough to sever Kleon’s string of reason into thin, tiny pieces.

A woman who released all of his extremely built-up stress and offered herself as prey.

His magic sword.

His oldest friend.

And a being bound by soul.

And… a top-tier female.

A slave.

A release for carnal desire.

Only the cold sensation felt whenever he brought his hand to her body told him that the being before him was not human,

But rather, that very aspect pushed him from behind with a dark desire, assuring him that there was no need to worry about this woman breaking.

Galatea’s cold hand gently stroked the top of Kleon’s manhood, which had swollen to its limit.

Just from that, he could feel the pre-ejaculate dripping out and his testicles ceaselessly creating the essence of life to respond to the temptation of the delectable female before him.

“Now… bring it here. Kleon.”

Galatea made a tunnel with her hand, gently grasping Kleon’s member.

Then, she placed her other hand on her belly.

As if being seduced, Kleon brought his penis to her belly without inserting it in the missionary position.

The fluid that flowed out in reaction to the coldness rising up the shaft stained her belly.

“Hehe……. Amazing, it reaches all the way here?”

Kleon’s shaft, which Galatea gazed at as if she were fond and proud of it, reached past her navel.

Her body was by no means small, so this told him that Kleon’s member was a large object that ordinary women would find difficult to accept.

Then, on Galatea’s belly.

A small, purple-shining mark floated up.

The mark, in the shape of what is called a peach or a heart,

Held a jewel in its center.

“This is… my core. The essence of magic power… If you were to compare it to a woman… it’s the place where babies are held. The womb… The impregnation room♡”

Kleon placed his hand on that part, which emitted a faint light from slightly below the glans, and when he pressed it lightly, she reacted, making a sound, `Ah…`.

“Do you understand…? Kleon… If you poke here, I won’t be able to resist…♡“

“Each time you pound… each time you hammer it down, my soul and mind will be chipped away little by little.”

“It’s being directly pounded into the essence. `Ah… this guy in front of me is my master….”

“My king. My master. My husband. My strong male. The one who teaches this conceited female her place♡”

“My brain will become idiotic, and my body will change to react sensitively to anything of my master’s scent. Saliva, sweat. Semen.”

A creaking sound rang out.

The only warm part on Galatea’s cold body.

The passage connected to the core.

The vulva, filled with lewd and sticky dark magic.

“Ugh! Ung…! Hehe… Come… please….”

With a final murmur of seduction between the two bodies pressed close together──

Thwack…

The two people’s bodies became connected without a boundary.

There was no resistance to the entry.

For Galatea, who is a magic sword, the existence of the hymen, which symbolizes a woman’s purity, is meaningless.

However, the two did not know of the existence of a `barrier`.

The fact that it was shattered at the same time as Kleon’s insertion must be because

it was clear that for Galatea, Kleon was the one to whom she should dedicate everything in her existence.

Therefore, Galatea’s body constantly moved to satisfy the member of the master who had entered, and

each time, unfeigned moans flowed from Galatea’s mouth.

“Ung, ah. Ung, black, amazing… Ah… Hot, amazing, amazing, amazing♡”

Because Kleon’s member was so large, each of his movements had a long interval.

Each time he repeated going in and out, Kleon’s member reached the end of the passage with the root remaining a little bit, `thwack… thwack…`

Then, as Galatea herself had declared, she would feel her soul cracking little by little each time, falling further into being a female, further into being a slave.

Galatea’s arms naturally wrapped around the back of Kleon’s neck, appealing that she didn’t want to be separated from him, fueling the man’s desires even more.

When Kleon reacted to that and stole a kiss from Galatea’s lips, Galatea reached her first climax just from that, arching her back like a bow.

“Chu ha, ung… Ah… Slurp…”

A sex act where they moved their waists and heads in perfect coordination, confirming that they were necessary beings for each other.

There was no reason to confirm the presence or absence of pure love there.

It was favoritism.

What was being confirmed was what Kleon was bestowing upon Galatea.

The violent and one-sided emotion that I will dominate you and you will be dominated by me.

Once, once.

Each time Kleon thrust into her depths,

He reconfirmed that he had this side of himself and confirmed the weak part of the female.

Within this cycle, Kleon would awaken as the master of the magic sword, and

Eventually, he would discover for himself what to fill the empty emotions discharged through Galatea with.

“Ha, haha… Haha!!”

“Ah, aah─ aaaaaah”

Now, Galatea didn’t utter any words to seduce Kleon.

There was only one woman left there, howling like a beast.

Kleon’s waist began to move even faster.

Now he knew.

How to finely crush the woman before him and make her his nourishment.

There was no need for consideration in this.

This existed to be dominated by him.

This was not a friend.

This was not a partner.

This was not a woman.

This was──

─Crash… A sound of something breaking was heard.

“? Oh…… ?? Ugh, ah, aah─ aaaaaah!!”

The moans from before instantly changed to an irrational voice.

What had been broken was Galatea’s core.

No, to be precise, it was the last barrier that surrounded her essence.

Kleon’s member, further tempered by exchanging bodily fluids with her, broke down Galatea’s last barrier, the outlet for desire,

And reached the final stage for completely dominating her soul.

──This is mine! This is my possession!

“Galatea! You’re mine! The first thing I’ve ever had for myself!”

“Ung♡ I will, I will! I’ll become, Kleon’s possession♡”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A loud sound and Galatea’s screams.

And Kleon’s laughter echoed like a harmony in the black space.

And the moment that heat reached its peak──

Blurk blurulurulurut bluruluruluruk

“Ah, ah, hot… hot hot hot Kleon. Help me, help me, help me…”

Ejaculation. Far surpassing that of an ordinary person, semen was spewed out over the course of minutes.

The amount of fluid that was discharged beyond the limit was so great that Galatea’s belly swelled slightly.

With a collapsed face, she screamed that it was hot and painful, wrapping her legs around Kleon’s back, and her mouth constantly begged for her master’s favor.

It was likely the agony of having her soul directly seared with black magic.

However, with this, the relationship between the magic sword and its master would be re-established.

Dribble… Gurgle… Gurgle…♡

As Kleon’s member, having finished ejaculating, was pulled out, the clumped-together fluid flowed out of her entrance.

How much had he spewed out?

Even a male blessed with stamina would have collapsed on the spot from dehydration if he had spewed out this much.

The woman who received it would not have been safe either.

But Kleon was feeling joy at the new sensation.

A sense of omnipotence.

The fact that he had conquered and subjugated another person for the first time, making them his own.

Apart from such psychological factors, a new circulation of magical power filled his entire body.

From Galatea, who had stored the magical power of Kleon’s entire life,

From the 20 years of his life, a powerful force flowed into him, filling his body.

His gaze naturally turned towards Galatea, who was twitching from a sense of exhaustion, spitting out the accumulated semen.

Her body was still beautiful, but the same impulse as before did not arise.

Kleon was ready to control his dark desires and turn their direction.

“Haa… Haa… So…? What are you going to do…? Master…♡”

At Galatea’s question, Kleon sat on the bed.

Then, he brought his hand up to the mark on Galatea’s belly and pressed it down as if massaging it.

Then, Galatea discharged the remaining semen and fluids, orgasmically reaching a climax.

Drooping. She became limp.

“I’ll crush those guys.”

Kleon’s words were calm.

But it was different from the raving he had done in the back alley a little while ago.

In his eyes now, instead of gray sadness,

A black flame of burning hatred was wrapped around him.