episode_0043

After deciding to go on the instructor raid, I stood in the back as we had discussed in advance, and every time I took a step forward, I was alert to see if anyone was following us (in fact, Paula, who was ahead of me while being alert to the surroundings, was moving left and right with her hips). Although it took a lot longer to watch it twitch, it didn’t even breathe carelessly.

“Gulp…”

If you think you hear the sound of slobber seeping down my throat, you’re mistaken…

Hiyaa… Ass as white as dough… It would be delicious if you baked it with bread… I’m sure you had a hearty dinner, but I’m hungry…

Anyway, as I was walking while looking at something that I couldn’t tell whether it was a human butt or a bread basket, it was really an instant before I reached the bedroom where the instructor was waiting.

Looking at the results alone, this was nothing but a wasted effort. Even if you walk slowly from the starting point to the destination point, it is difficult to run into trouble on a short path of about 10 minutes, and on this cold winter night, you have to ignore a well-heated room and start following. There’s a reason why no one is crazy about Paula’s butt.

The biggest reason is that the diamond ring I gave Paula erased the pheromones.

If the ring that is still worn on the ring finger of Paula’s left hand does not erase in real time the pheromones emitted from the tiny pores on her skin, Paula will overcome even the cold of January if she can satisfy her sexual desire while walking this short path. People who are gang raped while surrounded by countless rapists who are ready to commit suicide will actually experience something they have never seen before in their entire lives.

When we were living in a room together before entering the military academy, I remember saving her from almost losing her virginity in the forest as she was led by the hand of a stranger as soon as she came out of the front door of the building due to his pheromones. If the same thing happened here, it would be like that. Unlike , I couldn’t draw a pistol carelessly, and I didn’t know how to use combat magic, so it would have been difficult in many ways.

Although it is not effective on people who have been exposed to Paula’s pheromones before wearing the ring, and even if the pheromones are not released, there is nothing that can be done about Paula’s face and body, which exudes a lustful energy. The downside is that we can’t stop an idiot like the instructor who made threats against Paula this time.

In the first place, it never occurred to me that something like a ring could cover up Paula’s beauty (and that of Wang Mamma, who wields merciless violence against innocent air particles). Honestly, how do you cover that big thing?

Well, this world is large and there are many different types of magic, so if you look carefully, you may find a polymorph magic that is great enough to conceal Paula’s incredible femininity, but I don’t know how to use such magic. Even the grimoire handed down by the ancient succubus Lilith’s grandmother didn’t mention such magic, so what can I do?

This is a very natural phenomenon. We, the succubus race, tend to insist on things that are dazzlingly beautiful on the outside when eating food or choosing someone to bear children, but among the magic created by that race, it is not magic that makes pretty people prettier, but is intentionally made ugly. There is no way there is magic to make it.

For this reason, it may be a bit excessive to use the example of the gray-haired instructor to say that my diamond ring was a failure.

In a situation where there was no follow-up, the only thing I had to watch out for was the watchdog, but by using magic and moving around while trying to obscure their presence, I was able to easily overtake the watchdog that was mainly set up by inexperienced cadets.

In the end, despite the resolve I had made before setting off, I ended up not having to face a single crisis until I reached the goal.

Whether it was intentional or not, I had become a pervert who did nothing and just looked at my wife’s butt, so I desperately needed an opportunity to show off more than anything else. And that opportunity came not long after.

“Hannah, Elysia. Let’s get started.”

I should have said ‘start’ now…!

As soon as I heard the cries of Paula, who had entered the room first with Hannah hidden in my arms, I rushed out. As a result, the instructor stood with his hand on the door to prevent it from closing and his head turned to the side to look into the room. No, he was able to gain the upper hand by simply feeding a female cat a piece of belly bread and knocking it to the floor.

After I knocked down the female cat that dared to covet my belongings, I locked the door to prevent third parties from hearing the sound and coming in, and now no one will notice (Paula is not a person, but an object, and Hannah is also a hummingbird). He climbed onto the top of the female cat, who was clutching her stomach and complaining of pain, and began swinging his fists with plenty of emotion.

It was not the handwork of someone who had learned to punch professionally. Rather, it was closer to an imaginary number thrown out carelessly by someone who had no connection to hand-to-hand combat. Still, a fist is a fist, so it made a dull sound every time it touched the she-cat’s face.

Puck, puck, puck, puck!

“A bitch called instructor! Covet someone else’s wife! Well done! You don’t deserve to wear an instructor badge! From now on, you are not an instructor, but a she-sheep! The kleptomaniac Dojin female cat needs to be beaten so hard!”

Without thinking about what would happen later, I squealed and swung my fist, which made me feel refreshed, but the she-cat, who was an instructor and had a well-trained body, tried to counterattack right away, as if my fist, despite not having much physical strength, felt any pain. . He stretched out both hands towards me.

The she-cat’s two legs were tightly bound by Hannah’s magic rope, but this was possible because she was able to move her hands freely thanks to throwing her body to the side for a split second.

After being grabbed by the hair by the she-cat, I fell to the floor and was hit upside down with my eyes closed as I saw the lanterns pouring down from the ceiling.

“I’m dying!”

“Aaagh!”

If you keep getting beaten like this, your hair will be completely ripped out. Even if you hear that it is dirty later, you must avoid this situation for now.

I, now at a loss, raised my knees sharply and stabbed the back of the she-cat on top of me, and when a fist was put in my face, I bit it with my teeth to resist, but suddenly grabbed the bitch’s wrist with both arms and threw my weight over her, knocking her to the side. was successful.

Of course, that situation did not last forever. He didn’t miss this opportunity and ran towards me, scratching with his fingernails and completely tearing off his dress shirt, which was too much to wear on a female cat’s naked body. He got even more excited and started running towards me!

So, I was trapped under the navel of the female cat who had lost my mind again and was about to be strangled. I took off a layer of the cadet uniform I was wearing and lured her to attack in that direction. Then, looking for an opportunity, I picked up a stick that was lying around and swung it towards her pussy hole. .

“This is the end, bitch!”

Fuuuk-!

“Hkyaaat?!”

The screams of a she-cat, wearing no clothes other than the dress shirt I had torn off, and having her vagina pierced by a wooden baton without a live cock or a penny-pin and spilling virgin blood, sounded like a symphony to my ears. .

If there could be music more beautiful than this, the composer of that music would definitely be Paula, who was stabbed by my cock and clinging. In fact, Paula is watching with a restless expression from the side, unable to dare to intervene in our fight, but once this fight is over, she will definitely make her pretty lips play music just for me.

“Hahaha! Stupid bitch! So who told you to take off all your clothes like this? If I had been wearing a skirt or pants, this stick wouldn’t have gone all the way in at once!”

While saying this, I moved my hands quickly and stole the pussy hole of a female cat that was spouting out virgin blood, creating the red magic power needed to engrave the uterus tattoo. It turned out to be a real, bloody fight, not a metaphor. It’s over, but the fight isn’t over yet, so you can’t be relieved. And this red magic power is the best I can show off right now.

The she-cat seemed to have lost her will to resist after losing her hymen to my hands, and was waving her arms and bickering with me the entire time I was chanting, which was never short. As a result, all the clothes on my body (including underwear) were ripped off, but I managed to complete the uterus tattoo despite the harsh conditions.

Having gained control over the she-cat’s body by completing the womb tattoo, I now used commands to end this dirty fight once and for all.

“Uterus! Tremble! Get horny! Climax!”

Then, Paula’s uterus, which had been standing still, was affected and responded, ‘Yes, I’m your master♡’ and shook like a mine mining for coal.

“Ugh?!”

Paula, unable to withstand the sudden rush of pleasure, poured all the urine in her bladder out from under her skirt and sat down on it. In terms of how long it lasted, the female cat I was targeting held on for much longer, biting down hard as if it didn’t care if her molars were broken, and in the end, her pupils shot up to the sky.

At the last moment, the words the female cat uttered were as follows:

“Ugh… Ugh… Better… Go, I don’t want to go… Ugh♡ Ugh…♡”

The expression on her face was unusual for someone saying she didn’t want to go, but she didn’t urinate, so she looked less ugly than Paula.

Well… if you’re uglier than Paula, are you a prostitute or a human bastard? I gave my own answer, agreed to it, took a breath, and gave my body, which had fought a bloody battle, a rest.