Chapter 77 – 21. Demon (7)
Jonathan Cursreal’s first plan was to kidnap Wisdom, an Awakener of the [Death] Attribute, from the academy and offer her as a sacrifice to her wife’s resurrection magic.
However, this failed after the death of Jamie, who was the executioner, because I was caught on the way.
The second plan was to use Wisdom, who had traveled to the Curse Real estate, and her daughter, Emilia, together, and her resurrection had a higher chance of success than the first.
However, this also went wrong when Ji-hye canceled her participation in the group trip on the same day.
The third and final plan that resulted from this was an alternative to replacing the empty seat of the [Death] Attribute with the sacrifice of tens of thousands.
It is an idea that a normal person would never put into practice. Jonathan, as the lord of the Earl of Cursreal, was an irreversible self-killer and a winner.
This proves that he has lost his mind after repeated failures.
Regardless of whether this plan succeeds or fails, he will be executed if discovered as a lunatic slayer, and his name will live on in the history of the Empire.
Just as Emilia said, Jonathan was devoured by his wish. Obsessed with lust, he forgot his aristocratic responsibilities and even his heavenly principles, and turned into a monster who cursed his daughter and innocent people.
Then, what kind of revenge would be the most effective and painful for this madman who cannot be understood from a universal point of view?
Hint is currently lying near me.
“Who, who are you…?”
Blinking slowly, as if waking up from a deep sleep, Sarah Cursreal turned her head toward me from a longing conversation with her husband.
The pupils immediately widened. As the smile faded from her bright face, the eyes scrutinizing my face wobbled sideways, and the cautious voice inquiring about my identity began to quiver pitifully.
The emotions expressed by the woman in front of her are anxiety and a little fear.
What face am I making now?
Since I didn’t have a mirror at hand, my right hand traced my face. A cold touch ran from my forehead to the corners of her eyes, the bridge of her nose, and even the corners of her mouth that went up to tear.
‘Oh, I see.’
I was smiling broadly.
The joy and pleasure that everything went according to my design never stops welling up in my heart like a fountain.
All I have left now is to savor the sweet taste of revenge.
I approached Sarah with a brisk walk.
“Everyone, don’t come closer! What the hell is this? Darling, why are you doing that—wow!”
And hit her
The first touch I felt was the tenderness of a 20-year-old virgin.
Jonathan’s goal is to place Sarah’s spirit inside Emilia’s body. Therefore, no matter who the essence of the woman in front of me is, this delicate woman’s body belongs to young Emilia, so there is no hesitation in my movements.
Who cares what She just needs to be a beautiful and clean woman.
Her kiss with her is delicious.
The dazzling appearance of a countess’s daughter, her luxuriously maintained skin, and the soft touch of her lips make saliva drip.
My tongue forced its way between her lips.
“Eup!! Eup, uhh!!!”
“Stop right now!!! After you stop!!!”
Sarah vigorously resisted, shaking her small, delicate head. Behind her, Jonathan was shouting something, but she didn’t hear it.
I grabbed her by the sides of her hair with my two large hands and held it in place, then squeezed it between her tightly clenched lips.
My snake-like tongue swirls freely in my mouth.
Sarah’s tongue frightens at the first touch and she runs away, but her mouth is small and can’t get away from me. Her resistance is rather like playing a joke on me, so I don’t feel bad about it.
With her right hand, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it toward me, her lips touching even more, so deep that her tongue couldn’t reach.
Her posture is like I’m laying her Sara down on top of her, so the saliva in her mouth runs down her tongue and goes over to her constantly.
Suddenly, her suppressed screams and resistance subsided. Now all I hear from her is the intertwining of her tongues, her pitiful moaning, and the gurgling of my saliva over her throat.
“Please… Please stop!!!”
Oh, and I can’t leave out Jonathan’s scream, which makes me feel better the more I listen to it.
‘It’s okay…’
I like to kiss
Among them, he prefers a sticky deep kiss rather than a fresh bud kiss.
Some people say they hate kissing because of the smell of saliva, but I’ve never thought about it. All the lips I have tasted so far boasted a fragrant taste with their own individuality.
As she sucked Sarah’s tongue, she suddenly remembered an interesting thought about her kiss.
Most romanticists claim that the purpose of sexual activity is ‘relationship’.
Sympathy. The first meaning of this word is ‘to contact each other and share feelings together’.
They seek the effect of further developing the relationship between a man and a woman by sharing love feelings with the other person through kissing or sex.
But my opinion is different. I think another meaning of ‘sympathy’ written in the Korean dictionary fits better.
The second meaning of sympathy is ‘A relationship in which the other party is hypnotized to control consciousness‘All.
Sexual intercourse is a means of making the other person exclusive to me.
Our human bodies are dumber than we thought, and we arbitrarily mistakenly assume that if our bodies are constantly close to the opposite sex, our hearts will be close as well.
Thus, the equally stupid brain actively directs the body to produce love hormones for the opposite sex.
This phenomenon is more prominent in the case of virgins with no sexual experience.
Like animals that urinate and declare their territory to their kin through the scent of their urine,
To me, kissing is a means of spitting on a woman’s lips and marking her as female.
Sex is the seal that enforces this hypnotic, visceral contract by taking a woman’s virginity.
Why does a hymen exist on a woman’s body?
This organization, which only hurts once it is torn apart and seems useless, serves the function of imprinting the bed with the first man in your head so that you will never forget it.
Whether your first experience was romantic or painful, the memory of your first man is embedded deep in your brain and never fades.
Therefore, no matter what, I will not abandon women who have truly grown up because of me or sell them to someone else.
For I have a right and a duty to possess those who offer me her virgins and serve me as the first man.
Of course, if some bitch presumptuously continues to offend me or steps on the wrong side, I’ll kill her. This is not ‘abandon’, it’s ‘discard’. It is to make sure no one can pick it up and use it again.
“······.”
The stream of thought took a strange direction. I erased unnecessary thoughts and kept kissing my lips, slowly opening my closed eyes.
I see pure white skin, closed eyes, long eyelashes and transparent tears at the tips.
Also, her shy shoulders, which are revealed as the clothes on her, are seen trembling.
Sarah stopped resisting. She didn’t reject her left hand caressing my tongue and chest, and she just trembled her body while suppressing her moans.
‘Wow······. I love it······.’
Resignation. Giving up and giving up hope.
This is my favorite phase of a woman’s slowly changing reaction to being raped.
A living doll that accepts whatever a man does in a helpless state, having lost the strength and will to resist any longer.
This attitude of women scratches my lust for dominance and conquest very coolly, making my thick penis harder and more vigorous than ever.
Feeling that my lower body was slowly getting uncomfortable, I removed my lips that had been stuck together for a long time.
“After···.”
“Kek, keck, kollock, kollock… Black…”
“Please stop now…”
As soon as I got out of my arms, Sara coughed continuously, and Jonathan stopped shouting and began to weep and pray.
I ignored them and looked around.
“Oh, that would be nice.”
Then, holding on to Emilia’s red hair, she headed towards her destination. She screamed as she dragged herself to the ground.
“Kyaaaaagh! It hurts! It hurts!!”
“I was wrong…”
After a few steps, I arrived in front of a tombstone.
[Tomb of Countess Sarah Mie Curreal]
—-The mistress and spiritual support of the family, who loved the Cursreal family more than anyone else, slept here.
—-Her love and benevolent tolerance will never fade.
This is Sarah’s tombstone.
The reason why Jonathan chose the flower field in the garden as the place of resurrection magic is because this is Sarah’s favorite place in her life, where her grave is located, and it is the scene where she was terrorized.
In such a sacred and solemn place,
I lowered my pants and shorts and sat on top of the tombstone. Then he jerked his cock and ordered it softly.
“Suck it.”
It’s obvious what to put in your mouth.
“I hate poetry…”
“Forgive me… It’s my fault…”
Sarah shook her head again and crawled to the other side, as if she had not yet resigned herself. I grabbed her by the hair again before she got any farther, and slammed her face into my crotch.
The shadow of her upright cock split her pretty face in half.
“Every time you don’t listen, I’m going to pull out one of Jonathan’s fingers.”
“!!!!”
“After the fingers, the toes. After the toes, the eyes. After the eyes… Um, what should I pull out…?”
“No!! I’m fine, don’t listen to that bastard!!”
Jonathan shifted his demeanor back from his praying posture to yelling mode.
Sarah wept silently and held her silence for a moment, then she turned her head away from Jonathan.
“Darling… Close your eyes…”
“Quaaaaagh!!!”
“Don’t look…”
He resisted and rioted more fiercely than ever, but he couldn’t break my restraints or prevent her from kneeling at her feet at my feet.
Sara’s slender, fine-grained chalcedony coiled around my post. Pre-cum flowed out of the urethra at the extremely cold and thrilling sensation.
She frowned for the moment in her physiological response, then looked at me and took her heart and held her thick glans to her mouth.
“Ah… Um…”
Sarah moves her head slowly. My back trembled at the softness of my tongue and the sticky stimulation of my saliva. I put her hands down beside me and began to enjoy her service.
“Haum…”
Emilia’s mouth is on the small side. She has the advantage that her thick cock and her narrow lips engage and keep a nice tight fit, but the downside is that her cock doesn’t fit half way.
To overcome this limitation, she tries to somehow make it pleasant by squeezing the other half of her lips out of reach with her thin fingers.
Even if she pretends to be Sarah, Fella doesn’t seem to be used to it. Her hands are clumsy, and her tongue is lost. Inexperienced, she was so focused on my instructions to suck that she didn’t seem to realize that the occasional licking of her cock with her tongue gave me fresh stimulation.
But in her fella, the dedication is palpable.
I can see the attitude of trying to satisfy me as much as possible with all my strength.
Of course, this is not because Sarah loves me, because she genuinely wants to please me.
But I don’t care. I don’t need her heart.
Because the situation itself is crazy enough.
The body of a daughter forced to serve on her mother’s grave after being threatened by a sex demon. Her father weeps blood as he thinks of his wife inside.
“Oh, I’m going crazy.”
I couldn’t hold back the sudden surge of ejaculation and released it.
“Oops, whoops!!”
Sarah managed to get her first ejaculation into her mouth, but she coughed up her second and spit it out on the ground, while the third and fourth were received on her face and hair, respectively.
You dare to throw away semen without my permission, which is a serious reason for deduction, but I’m generous, so I decided to forgive you once.
“Devil…”
Jonathan’s low voice pierced my eardrums.
Devil.
The devil
Am I the devil
Of course, my species are not demons or demons, but pure humans.
If so, have my actions so far been demonic?
“·······.”
It is a topic worth thinking about.
My external image, whether on Earth or in another world, is that of a good-natured and well-studyed model student. It is because it is much more advantageous for social life to wear a mask and melt into society than to just go out as it is.
I am fully aware of my duality.
I look nice and innocent on the outside, but on the inside I’m a sly and greedy guy. I like villains rather than heroes, I prefer harem over pure love, and I’ve seen rape without hesitation.
It seems that my black heart has been slightly strengthened in a fantasy world like a novel, but my disposition has not changed much from when I was on Earth.
Wisdom that was gaslighted according to my taste even though I did not commit any crime in middle school is proof of that.
I have never felt such self-hatred towards my nature.
I was born like this, what should I do? Have to accept If possible, satisfy some shady desires.
“You don’t have any pity or guilt for the dead!! You devil!!”
Guilty?
Haha!”
Ahahaha, that’s a ridiculous feeling in this situation.
It’s funny how an attempted murderer puts his guilt in his mouth…
I seem to be raping Emilia’s body and raping Sarah’s soul in order to get revenge on Jonathan.
Even if it wasn’t Emilia who stood by his plan, Sarah certainly didn’t do anything wrong to me.
Therefore, some may point out this fact and criticize me, but…
I haven’t committed any crime.
So, there is no reason to feel guilty.
Because I’m hiding a very important truth.
This whole spectacle is a play.
Jonathan’s resurrection magic has failed long ago.
Of course. I have all the products of the curse to bring Sarah’s soul.
Therefore, Sarah’s soul was not present in Emilia’s body.
Emilia’s soul is also not here because I personally annihilated it.
The woman in front of me is just a living doll.
It is nothing more than a marionette controlled by my mana, which is tightly packed into the place where the soul once was.
I referred to the knowledge absorbed from Emilia’s soul. Jonathan doesn’t know how to doubt because he roughly concocts the tone and title of Sarah, her mother in her memory.
I’m the only one learning The audience is only Jonathan.
In this situation, only Jonathan suffers.
This is my revenge on him.
Without accomplishing anything, just suffer and die.
I spread the legs of the living doll in front of Jonathan’s eyes and started inserting my erect cock.
