episode_0080

Unlike the past, the church headquarters has a quiet atmosphere.

There is not even a trace of the male figure left, and the only people passing by are women.

“Saint, I have discovered that those who were expelled from the church are plotting reactionary forces with nobles.”

“Really? I wasn’t kicked out because I couldn’t kill him. They simply released him because they couldn’t keep him in the camp… but he doesn’t even know the subject and is showing his teeth.”

The saint and her sisters passed through the hallway and boarded an elevator that operated as a floating stone.

They are no longer manipulated like puppets under the Pope.

After that day when the fire was ignited by the power of the Demon King of Revolution. All members of the religious order that oppressed them and treated them as easy-to-manage puppets were either executed or relieved of their positions.

Until now, the saint has been paying attention to what others think. Although he endured the fate of the heretic inquisitors who were taken to the breeding grounds due to his own mistakes.

Now, there is no one left who can freely manipulate the freedom of the saints and sisters.

Beyond the covering cloth. The saint’s eyes look like those of a tyrant, ready to behead any enemy.

“Because they are nobles… I suspect that the royal family may be involved. It’s not like we’ve specifically reinforced the Paladins, so why are we so scared?”

“Have you not realized that we are relying on the power of the Demon King’s army?”

“If I had known that, I would have realized the incompetence of humans and will come to terms with it as soon as possible. Tsk–a pointless rebellion.”

Even inside the saint, she already recognizes humans as beings like beasts wandering the forest.

Weeeaa

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the elevator stopping at the end of the basement.

The familiar, stuffy smell and cold artificial light you feel as you enter the basement. The scenery of the long hallway is no different from before the revolution.

This is a [breeding ground] that was used in the past to extract the devil’s genes.

However, now its purpose has been changed from [breeding ground] to [concentration camp].

One wall of the hallway has a glass window that allows you to look into the basement.

“In the past, just coming here made me vomit… but now I feel good just by looking at it.”

Beyond that, the people who sit in key positions in the church are imprisoned.

Those who were men were transformed into women. The limbs are cut off and used as a baby-making factory. Just as it was done to the saint’s mother and sisters.

Snap~ Snap~

“Eup♡ Yes♡!”

And the futanaris who are raping them to make them pregnant. These are the sisters of a saint who was originally used as a baby factory.

They are the ones who regained their physical freedom through healing magic. Because they cannot even speak the language due to lack of education, they are allowed to live a life of freedom, eating, sleeping, and sleeping in the basement.

“I want to make those reactionaries do the same, but… it’s a shame.”

A saintess stroking her stomach in regret.

About a year ago. I miss the devil’s sperm that I received in abundance when I met Naira.

Dozens of liters of semen were collected and stored frozen. Everything has been depleted a long time ago.

“They always claimed that the cursed blood of the Demon King causes hereditary diseases. In reality, the dirty human blood mixed with the demon king’s blood is causing the genetic disease.”

The saints only realized the cause of their genetic disease after hearing about it through Silence. What lies have they been deceiving themselves with all this time? I found out everything.

Like touching a beautiful sculpture. The saint began to caress the body of the secretary sister who was following her.

“And the proof that their blood was blessed is right here.”

And the hand, which started from the face and slowly moved down, stopped while grasping the sister’s erect futanari cock.

About the phenomenon of gang rape and forced pregnancy that is happening beyond the window. The sisters’ cocks were already hard and erect.

“Hugh♡”

“You may become pregnant. Isn’t this form that can cause pregnancy the ultimate form of a living thing?”

The saint’s right hand, holding the cock, gradually moves towards sexual intercourse. With my left hand, I opened the pussy crack where love juice was starting to flow and inserted my finger into it.

JjuppopㅡJjulpopㅡ

Squeak! Squeak!

“Hoook♡ Ugh♡”

A saint and her sisters who have the same appearance as twins due to repeated incest.

Therefore, they all have exactly the same erogenous zones. The saint knows exactly where to target to bring about the climax as quickly as possible.

Since two erogenous zones are being stimulated at the same time, the inside of the vagina where the finger is inserted contracts. In just one minute, he began to show signs of ejaculation.

“Cheap…♡ Clothes look cheap…!♡”

“Cum as much as you want. As much as you want to make me pregnant♡”

The testes and prostate buried under the skin contract, just before the futanari dick explodes.

The saint made eye contact with another sister who was watching from the side.

The sister, who had been stroking her cock alone, understood the meaning of those eyes and knelt down. I put the exploding cock head in my mouth.

“Come out!!♡ Come out oh clothes!!!♡♡”

Jjiik ♡ Byurut! ♡

“Eup-!”

Gulp~

Thick semen hitting the uvula and passing over the esophagus.

Although the amount is so small that it cannot be compared to Naira, the blood of the Demon King still causes more semen to be ejaculated than that of an ordinary person.

The sisters then licked the urethra with their tongues, sending even a single drop into the stomach, and opened their mouths with both hands.

Jeok-eu

“Ah~”

The saint is blind due to a hereditary disease. I understood the situation from the unique sound of a moisture-filled hole opening, and reached out my hand to pat her head.

“Woohuh- Well done.”

“ihihi~”

“The sperm is depleted and I can no longer produce God’s children… Let’s go out to meet our demon king.”

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The goal toward which the saint’s sexual desire is directed. Naira Nal is resting in the bedroom of the Demon King’s flying boat.

The Demon King’s purpose is to spread his genes to all of humanity, thereby instantly elevating the racial evolution that would have originally taken hundreds of thousands of years.

The worldwide tour scheduled for this purpose finally ended today.

“Ahh~ The schedule of visiting all the countries is finally over, and now my life as a stallion is over~”

Naira fell down on the bed and naturally rested her head on Silence’s thigh.

Silence laughed at his weak personality that did not change no matter how strong he became and how he was treated as a demon lord.

“I can’t even count how many wombs I’ve sown in the meantime~”

“Slime says he had relationships with a total of 6,714 people?”

“Hee-ik-! Like that??”

A schedule that lasted for about half a year.

Excluding the time spent traveling by flying boat and briefly returning to the Demon King’s Castle to change attendants, it is calculated that the seeds were sown in the wombs of more than 100 women per day.

I take down the underwear of a woman who catches my eye in the hallway and immediately stick my dick into it.

While eating, I tasted the maids’ lower mouths with my dick as a side dish.

When the harem members who followed him as attendants got tired, they called him in and fucked him.

The time the dick was installed in the woman’s vagina was much longer than the time it was inside the clothes.

“I worked hard. So, when I get back… I want to rest well…”

“Of course, Demon King.”

Feeling the skin of Silence’s thighs and the slightly strange smell of Succubus’ flesh, who always assists by my side.

Naira slowly fell into sleep.

And soon Naira opened her eyes in an unfamiliar space, not a flying boat.

“Huh…?”

A feeling of dulling pain that I have experienced many times. Through this, Naira realized that she had been dragged into the devil’s dream again.

But this is not the garden scene I always saw.

Naira opened her eyes on a tree made of memory foam. It is an extremely small space compared to the Demon King’s bedroom.

In addition, even the pajamas she was wearing had changed; on the fleece material, ROKA, an unknown letter indicating her age, was written.

“What are these clothes…?”

This is an ordinary bedroom decorated with a typical Korean modern aesthetic.

Naira carefully opened the bedroom door and came out to find a familiar sight on the back of her head.

“··· Demon King?”

The devil operating a gas fire in the kitchen of a Korean-style apartment. Unlike Naira, she is wearing a loose white t-shirt.

“Where is this? I don’t remember ever coming to a place like this…”

Until now, the Demon King has relied on Naira’s memories to summon objects in her dreams. I have enjoyed eating food.

However, Naira is confused by the spaces and objects decorated in a style that she has never seen before in any country she has visited.

[Welcome. Since the cooking is finished, let’s come and eat together.]

The demon king turned off the gas fire and moved the pot to the table, smiling and welcoming Naira.

[This is a food called ramen. It’s something the warrior always said he wanted to eat.]

The contents of the pot were spicy and irritating, unlike anything Naira had ever smelled before… something that automatically made her mouth water.