Chapter 168 – Life Is Wrong (5)
How do people who are raped feel?
It’s horrible, it’s painful, and you want to kill the people who raped you.
Then, how does it feel to be raped by the person who raped you?
To be precise, what about the feelings of those who are being raped in reverse in my temple?
In order to experience it myself, I called the person who could best perform this role.
“…Why is it me?”
“Do you think you would do the best in this direction?”
Hestia looked at me lying on the bed with a sour face.
I calmly put my hands behind my head and put my feet towards the edge of the bed, taking a restrained posture.
Of course, he wasn’t actually arrested.
“I wonder what my brother thought of me, so he suggested this…”
“So you don’t like it?”
“No. I am the only one who would do this for my brother.”
Hestia calmly sat with her butt next to my hips her.
“Don’t worry. The lights are always on in my brother’s temple, so I checked everything to do with it.”
“…”
Femdom women harassed rapists in slightly different ways.
For example, putting a wick in wax and lighting it, then dripping the wax onto the body.
Hestia could have been offended that fire was being used in a different way, since it was harassing humans in that way…
“Can I try it?”
“That’s not allowed.”
“That’s too bad…”
Hestia regretfully pushed aside her beeswax-candle.
“Then, can we proceed as planned?”
Click.
Hestia put on thin latex-like gloves and spread honey gel from her bowl onto her hands her.
“Hehe, oppa, you got an erection again.”
“My cock is always erect.”
“I’m proud of you.”
Hestia lightly grabbed my cock with her hand her.
The honey gel began to coldly wet my cock, slimy like lotion, and Hestia began to spread the honey gel up and down with her warm hands.
Clap, clap.
Hestia began to roll up and wiggle my cock up and down wildly, at a different tempo than usual.
“Big…”
A small hand roughly stimulated his cock in her, and Honey Gel gradually began to bounce upwards.
It was fine when it was just all over the cock.
For some reason, it felt like it made my cock heat up even more the moment it touched the glans.
“Big…”
Really good.
Neither Hera, nor Demeter, nor her other siblings can squeeze their dicks with their rough hands like this.
No matter how you can do it with your pussy, you can’t do that with your hands.
“Hmm, what’s flowing out here?”
Hestia pressed my glans with her index finger her.
A long stretch of clear mucus stretched between the glans and her index finger her, and the thrill sent chills down my spine.
“Hestia, a little more…”
“I don’t like it.”
Kwaaaaak.
Hestia gripped my cock tightly.
I wanted to pack the semen right away as I grabbed my cock, which I couldn’t even hold with one hand, as if it would crush it.
“Oh, are you trying to leave already? How can you go away so easily against me like premature ejaculation?”
“Keugh…!”
“Hold on a little longer. Can the highest god of Olympus be like this? They say that married couples look alike, and he visits Hera unnie’s pussy every day, so it seems that the sloppy pussy is infected.”
“Keuheuk, you…!”
Yes, that’s it.
Hestia is the one who can say without hesitation what no one else can say to me.
“…A bastard cock that spills out on my little sister’s hands ♥”
Woohyo clothes.
I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I put my hands on my head as tightly as possible, trying to let out the feeling rising from below to my heart’s content-
“No.”
Kwak.
Hestia pressed her thumb under my cock with both of her hands.
Hestia’s thumb her blocked the sensation that should have been filled up, and her entire body her trembled at the feeling that the cock shaft was filled up and exploded under her.
“Hee hee.”
Hestia pressed down on her cock for a while before lowering her head.
She pressed her lips lightly to her glans and gently untied her thumb while looking up at me.
Jjulup, jjulup, jjulup.
Hestia quietly started sucking her cum inside her her, and I politely entrusted her with everything.
“…You’re the best, Hestia. As expected, you’re the only one like this.”
“Thank you, brother.”
Chew.
Hestia sucked up all the remaining semen and smiled at me.
“If there’s something special you want to do without anyone knowing, please come. I can do anything for you.”
“Then…”
Whisper.
Hestia widened her eyes for a moment at my request, then started riding on top of my cock with her half-moon eyes.
“If you ask me to get on, there must be a lot of people who will get on…”
“There’s no other kid who rides as well as you, right?”
“It is.”
Hestia knelt beside me, slowly pressing her cock into her cunt her.
“But I don’t think I said I’d put it in.”
“…”
“Just joke.”
Steamed.
* * *
There is no problem with Honey Gel itself.
However, if someone else is harmed by honey gel, it is definitely something that needs to be improved.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
Boiled and steamed honey gel is gradually stacked in a glass bottle.
Dionysus waited for the distilled water to accumulate for a long time with his hands stuck in the pockets of his robe.
The amount is less than half of a cup of water.
However, if this becomes Honey Gel’s true goal and purpose, a cheap nectar for humans, the story will be different.
Squeeze.
Dionysus carefully poured distilled water into the goblet.
The transparent liquid dripped with sweet energy, and Dionysus raised his cup reverently.
“…For success.”
Little bit
Dionysus lightly touched his tongue on the glass.
Then he threw it right into his mouth.
“Well…”
Scrape the flavor and scent on the prepared silk cloth with a feather pen.
And the reactions that appear in your body are also recorded in detail.
The most important thing is that there should be no unintended side effects from honey gel – ‘weak reactions’.
If there is no weak reaction, if it is only used as a slime that helps to put it in.
At least there won’t be a case where the woman is forced into heat and can’t react properly.
“Quaaaaagh!!”
A terrible sound rang out from the direction of the temple.
After expressing condolences for them for a while, Dionysus had to quickly erase the side effects of honey gel in order to end their hellish pain.
To be honest.
If you look at the rape itself, it is evil itself.
How much more does Dionysus dare to use an object created in the hope that all human beings will forget pain and be happy for a while to make them forget the pain of breaking through?
“…If used for consensual virginal sex, maybe, but rape is unforgivable.”
Honey Gel has already penetrated deeply into the human world.
She instilled confidence in men who were not confident about their masculinity of her, and also in women who were afraid of her first experience of her.
Even after that, you can quickly check each other’s sexuality and end the relationship, so there was nothing better than Honey Gel when you needed to quickly resolve your sexual desire.
In addition.
“Kwaaaaa”
“What are you saying. Premature ejaculation…♥”
“Aww!!”
“…”
The women who gathered in the temple of Zeus suddenly awakened their revenge for rape in a different direction.
For them, honey gel became a weapon to harass rapists, and with honey gel, they could make rapists cheap before less than three minutes.
“Ehh.”
I can’t tell you not to take revenge on taking revenge like that, but still, wouldn’t it be a little like forcibly making you ejaculate close to twenty times a day and forcing you to ejaculate until nothing more comes out?
Torturing people until they were so dry they couldn’t even eat properly was just torture.
Even at such a time, honey gel is what they feed, so Dionysus had no choice but to be confused on the one hand.
“Did I make this for this?”
Dionysus lamented, noting the reaction of the distilled water in his mouth.
The response of his heart pounding, his lower stomach getting hot, and his nose tickling was a real amplification of sexual feelings.
“…Failure again.”
After failing so many times that I don’t even know how many times I’ve already failed, I got annoyed.
Dionysus put down her quill pen and barely moved her staggering body to the cold cellar created by the power of the gods.
“Fuck, I’m going to eat a lot of honey gel and hit my daughter… Huh?”
When Dionysus looked at the items in the cold storage, her expression her distorted.
“Someone soaked the fruit in honey gel and forgot it?”
Sometimes.
Among the crazy people, there were those who spread existing foods on honey gel and ate them.
Since honey gel itself is basically a food made by imitating nectar, some humans have endured the side effects of honey gel and used it as daily food because it is a food made based on honey.
Eat fruit by dipping it in honey gel.
Dionysus was annoyed at the unconventional yet overwhelming traces of extravagance left behind.
“Wow…”
The fruit was so mangled that it couldn’t be recognized in the honey gel.
I was nervous about eating this as it is, but I couldn’t use it because the rest were research materials.
“Shit…”
Dionysus let out the nausea that clung to his mouth and pushed honey gel mixed with fruit into the still.
Having already tasted distilled honey gel, I was filled with thoughts of distilling it quickly and then hitting my daughter and going to bed.
“…Life, fuck.”
Dionysus is the daughter of Zeus.
She is a full-fledged titan god.
Now he is an existence that should be called the god of OO, and his faith in himself has grown considerably now.
The problem is.
God of estrus.
God of Honey Gel.
God of Reverse Rape.
The god of femdom.
Rape Horse’s Helping God.
“…”
Does the ego he has been searching for since childhood, the power as a god, which is like his mission his, really have to be filled with these things?
I don’t even want a god of love or a moon goddess.
But how should Dionysus accept it if the authority and authority he has to take on are reverse rape, femdom, or even a god as an assistant to rapists?
“Life is like a real beggar.”
Dionysus continued to spit out double curses and drew out the distilled water.
Squeeze.
A clear liquid that rises to the top of the glass.
Dionysus put it into his mouth at once.
“!!”
My throat felt hot for a moment, but my stomach felt hot in an instant.
“K-Huh…?!”
It is not a weak reaction.
Something just went wrong with the body.
“…Five.”
Dionysus licked the remaining liquid in his goblet.
My tongue tingles and my body still burns, but this is not a weak reaction…
“…This, might tighten…?”
Even his tongue was loosened and his pronunciation his twisted, but Dionysus could not bear his trembling hands.
“…This is it.”
Dionysus.
She is.
She became a liqueur god.
