episode_0018

As I helped Paula into the bedroom, I had to fight every moment with the urge to throw her down on the floor and rape her. This was all because Paula didn’t leave her mouth alone even for a moment and poured out sweet words.

“Wow… This is a place… Where are you…? Erica, where are you again? Don’t leave me alone… Give me a kiss♡~”

“Keu…! You pretty girl… are you seducing me? If it’s a kiss… I’ll give it to you a lot later on the bed, so just be patient!”

“Aiing… I’m holding back, I’m so sad… I’m going to kiss you…♡”

“Cha, I told you to hold on! You think I’m not doing it because I don’t want to rape you?!”

It was difficult enough just to endure the stimulation applied to the olfactory nerve, but with the addition of auditory stimulation, I could not help but notice that even if I took deep breaths repeatedly, the breath coming out of my nose and mouth would become softer at all, and the veins in my pupils burst and the whites of my eyes became slightly clouded. I blushed.

Even at this very moment, although I am using my mental defense skills to prevent the strange flesh smell emanating from Paula’s entire body from penetrating my brain, the only thing that bothers me is the fact that Paula’s hymen opening show, which I have been waiting for so long, is imminent. It must have caused an emotional stir.

But I somehow endured it. If it is not a space that is clearly isolated from the outside, such as a bedroom, there is a risk of being interrupted by a third party while performing magic and making a mistake, so you cannot be blinded by immediate desires and work in the staircase or hallway on the way to the bedroom. .

My efforts were rewarded as I reached the bedroom. I glanced to the right and briefly looked at the room where Hannah and Brünnhild would be, then reached out to the door in front, opened it roughly, and went in. Having already reached my limit a long time ago, I lifted Paula’s body and threw her towards the soft bed, then locked the door and carefully checked whether there was anything wrong with the lock.

“Kyaaaa…♡ Eh, Ericia♡ You’re so rough♡”

Paula hit her back against the bed and let out a strange scream, begging me to come and eat her. I was tempted by such blatant temptation that I wondered if she was really drunk, so I walked over and dived into the bed where Paula was lying. Paula’s huge breasts served as a punching bag, allowing her to land softly.

“Haa, haa, haa… Pa, Paula… You… You probably can’t even guess how long I’ve been waiting for this moment… But I want you to know this one thing. I don’t just want your body like the gangsters who tried to attack you, I also truly love your heart…”

While my mouth was picking up words that could not be answered, my hands were dancing on the clothes that covered Paula’s body like a living creature that was not controlled by the brain and was moving on its own, making Paula naked. Compared to the bath towel I removed last time, this suit was much more difficult to remove, but every time I counted 10 seconds in my mind, a layer of clothing disappeared.

About 30 seconds after I started touching the clothes, I was able to fully capture in my eyes the huge breasts that Brünnhild used to use as pillows whenever she slept in Paula’s arms. I haven’t even touched it yet, I’m just looking at it, but it feels so voluptuous that I can’t even feel it! A sigh broke out unconsciously.

“This… our Paula’s breasts…! I took a good look at it last time… but it looks even prettier in this nice bedroom…♡”

Even the same action has different meaning depending on where it is performed. Looking at it objectively, the room we lived in for the past few months was not a pigsty unsuitable for people to live in and was a moderately comfortable space, but it was still a luxurious cruise ship with a direct view of the night sea beyond the window and soft night lights and diffusers brightening the air. It doesn’t get any better than the bedroom.

I breathed excitedly through my nostrils and placed my hands on the huge breasts, which looked as white as an ice cap untouched by human stains even though I had bitten and sucked them on the floor of my bedroom. I just applied a little, very little force, and the huge breasts caved into the shape of my fingers, and I was able to enjoy a softness that was difficult to describe in human language.

Oh, how can a person’s heart be this soft? Does this mean that Paula is not actually a person, but rather the incarnation of the sex god chosen to descend into this world? If you touch this, you will lose track of time until you grow old and die. I, too, might have stayed like that until the end of my life if something rising from the center of the giant breasts hadn’t tapped my palm.

“Oh my… Paula, now I see you have inverted nipples? Last time, I didn’t even think about it because it was standing up straight from the beginning… What on earth is this thing that rises hard when I touch it…?”

If you think about it a little, you can see that if the breasts are large enough to be described as violent like Paula’s, the nipples attached to them have no choice but to be buried in the flesh. Why didn’t I realize this earlier? I’m glad that I now know what I didn’t know about Paula’s body…

To commemorate the fact that Paula’s nipples are not perverted nipples that are always hard and erect, but are depressions that are normally hidden inside and pop out when touched, I scratch them gently with the tip of my fingernail and use my tongue to cover them with saliva. . Of course, she continued to stroke her breasts with her wide palms.

Paula continued to let out soft moans as she felt my gentle touch blooming on her chest.

“Aha, ah…♡”

My eyes were still fixed on Paula’s chest. Now, after tonight, delicious breast milk will be flowing from these giant breasts. Brünnhild, the current baby, will smell the breast milk and drool, but if you keep insisting that you will monopolize good products without sharing them, you will have nothing to lose.

Before I pulled away from Paula’s huge breasts, I buried my nose deep in her cleavage one last time and hugged her breasts with both arms, pressing my nose against them. In that state, I was enjoying the breath-takingly thick pheromones hitting my olfactory nerves, and then I jumped up.

“There is one thing you have to do to make milk come out of your breasts. Paula, I’m going to take your hymen right now. Take off your newbie attitude and become a true adult…♡”

I can’t say it twice, so as soon as I check into this room, I take out a black penny band from my bag that I’ve hidden away in a place where people can’t see it, and attach it to my groin.

And out of all the colors, why did you bring a penny board painted in black? This is to humiliate Paula, a white supremacist who has always expressed the opinion that those with black skin are slaves, and those with yellow skin are monkeys that cannot speak, not even worthy of humans. Wouldn’t there be anything more enjoyable than plucking a girl on a white horse who has criticized the colored people until her mouth was dry and worn out with a penny-pin as black as a black man’s dick?

Let’s see, the state of her pussy… oops. Seeing that her breasts are so wet just by touching them, it doesn’t seem like there’s any need to wash them. It spreads my legs wide so that I can penetrate all the way up to the cervix at once, so I can insert it right away.

It is made of plastic, so unlike a real dick, the surface is smooth and there is no protruding part even where the glans cap should be. Hold the blunt penny and aim it towards Paula’s pussy. Since this wasn’t a part of my body, it was difficult to aim, but as I did it, it felt like I was cutting through the sticky wet pussy wings and moving inside.

Cooo!

The moment the penny board that had been pushed through the pussy wing touched the hollow part of Paula’s cervix, which was presumed to be Paula’s cervix, a large amount of chewing fluid along with vivid virgin blood splashed out. The hymen that had kept Paula from tearing until she became an adult had left this world.

I was looking down at the sight of Paula, who had accepted the pennyboard against her will, and her waist was shaking violently and spewing out cum, making me cum right away. I wanted to do it, but I can’t come all the way here and ruin things. I quickly started reciting the magic spell.

“Listen, all of you. In the world, an arrogant being who calls himself ‘God’ is known to be omnipotent and omnipotent, but even that ‘God’ cannot pretend that something that has already happened did not happen. In other words, once virgin blood is taken from a female, even if the hymen is later restored using magical powers, the fact that the virgin has been lost cannot be nullified.”

“This may be the reason why the magic that our succubus uses the virgin blood of others as a medium is promised to have powerful effects. If the effect of magic developed with virgin blood, which can only be taken from one female, is not powerful, what other magic can call itself a 10th class magic?”

“As you live, there will come a time when you feel that you must make this female yours. Then, use the female’s virgin blood as a medium to draw these patterns on the uterine flap. Then, you will not only be able to fully take on that female’s body, but you will also be able to have offspring through her.”

While I was reciting the long magic spell, the virgin blood that flowed from Paula’s vagina slowly floated in the air, condensed in front of the index finger of my right hand, and became magical power that glowed an ominous red.

Now here is the really important part. If there is even a slight error when drawing a pattern on the uterine flap, or lower abdomen, the desired effect may not be achieved. So, the correct order is to maximize the power of the mental barrier to prevent Paula’s pheromones from distracting my concentration, and then move my index finger.

First, draw a heart in the exact center of the uterine flap. The pattern is completed by engraving complex ancient characters on the inside and the periphery, and making morning glories bloom on both sides. In this case, the heart symbolizes the uterus, the leaves and stem of the morning glory symbolize the ovaries and fallopian tubes, respectively, and the ancient letters engraved together are the catalyst that allows the pattern to be fully effective. There is no part that needs to be left out.

“Phew… Is this the most urgent part over?”

After completing the uterus tattoo with such concentration that you don’t even feel the sweat on your forehead, he draws hearts one by one on Paula’s areolas, places a long string like a choker on her slender neck, and places a heart on her tongue. Lastly, the engraving work is completed by inserting an inverted triangle on the hip bone and dissipating the red magical power on the index finger.

This is the end of the magic I learned from the grimoire, but apart from that, I thought I could use my back, which has well-stretched erector muscles, as a canvas. No, honestly, it doesn’t make sense to leave the back empty when the pattern was engraved on the uterine flap, which is narrower than the back.

So, I decided to take this opportunity to use my creative branding magic as well. It’s nothing special, but it’s a magic that engraves a permanent, non-removable brand on the opponent’s body that looks like a six-pointed star by placing a yellow inverted triangle on top of a black triangle. The meaning of this stigma is ‘Aryan who had sexual intercourse with a Jew.’ I am sure that there is no stigma in the world that fits better than this for Paula, who took my hymen from me, a Jew.