Foreigner's Mistake

Book 9: Chapter 190: Demonic Dragon ~ 05

......ahh

Isolde moaned faintly, not like the vivacious woman she was.

I've been left dumbfounded. I was a liar, a fool, and unattractive, and I would never be used again a feeling that made her clatter the roots of her teeth.

She was afraid that she would be abandoned, that she would be sent to Sheryl and would not be allowed to travel with her Lord. Layers and layers of fear torment Isolde.

Ah......auh, ahh......

Isolde's mouth repeatedly flaps open like a fish on land. She tries to voice something, but no words come out.

Sheryl's father, Edward, was a maniac. Sheryl, his daughter, showed no love for her father, and her father was killed by Satoru in a fit of contempt. The thought of being identified with a man who would die in such an unceremonious manner inevitably sends a shiver down Isolde's spine.

Satoru is staring at Isolde. She continues to receive the lance of his gaze, which she cannot escape. Isolde half unconsciously twists herself around as she feels the wind blowing a hole through her body and mind.

Why, how did this happen? The questions are dancing wildly in Isolde's brain.

Simply being cursed at is fine. Kicking me in the foot is fine, too. But I don't want to be scorned.

If I am scorned, I will be discarded, I will no longer be able to accompany this man on his journeyThis fear consumes Isolde's mind.

What is it? I was just looking at you and you're wetting yourself, Isolde.

Haa...... uahh......

Isolde was confused when she realized that her lower body was impossibly wet when Satoru told her.

It wasn't that she was just watching. She was watching Solor at such close range. It was impossible for her not to be affected by the Lust that Satoru was unknowingly unleashing on her.

But Isolde was also aware of more than just that. She was jealous and envious of the doll that was being tortured in the right way, and she wanted one herself.

She had just had her first sexual intercourse yesterday. She couldn't forget that feeling, and she wanted it. Confronted with the truth head-on, Isolde is terrified once again. She thought she would be scorned again.

But Satoru's expression suddenly softened, and Isolde was surprised. It was a look of small dismay, but also full of compassion.

Eh? Why?

The question danced again. She could have thought herself that her own condition was something to be despised. Satoru's current expression has no contempt.

What's with the stupid look on your face? It's not a bad thing. It's proof that you're in lust.

I-I'm in lust... ......?

That's right. You want to be used, right? Then it's necessary to feel lust.

Sexual desire, lust She had been taught that it was wrong, but now she was being told that it was necessary, and her confusion grew stronger. Her mind was hazy and she was aware that she was no longer able to make normal decisions, and she was completely confused about what was right.

...... what do you want the Master to do for you?

The Magic Doll, which had been yawning just a moment ago, half-risen and whispered to Isolde.

What do I want him to me?

The voice sinks into her foggy head. That's a given.

Ahh, ......, aah, ....... I, too, want Milord. ......

The voice leaked out naturally.

Now there is no disgust held by Satoru. It is more the fear of being despised and discarded. Isolde, who no longer knew what was right, exposed her heart honestly.

Isolde's body bounces as she is very lightly slapped on her bare buttocks with a slap.

Auhh!

Please use me, right? You are in a position to be used. First of all, even if you wish for it, it is not you who decides whether or not to use you. It is the Master.

Uh, uuahh. ......

Something rattled and crumbled inside Isolde at the sound of Solor's voice, which sounded like a tantalizing sound.

For Isolde, who had grown up unbeaten in the Land of the Beginning of the Holy Sword Clan, where the eggs of excellent swordsmen gathered, the people around her were nothing but weak and tutelary. She was a strong woman who was revered in a world where competence was everything, and she knew nothing about flattering others. If she had demonstrated her ability without doing that, the people around her would have followed.

Somewhere in your heart, you wanted to be defeated by someone. You wanted to be subjugated. Am I wrong?

T-that's...

Although she had risen to the position of the head of the Holy Sword Clan, she thought her life was boring.

No demon race of the class with which the head of the clan could wield a sword had been discovered in recent years, and there had been no opportunity to defeat the demon race for two generations, the previous generation and the generation before that. She had thought that she, too, would just rot away like this.

For that reason, the invitation from the Academy of the Wise was a great joy. I can swing the Holy Sword without hesitation. I can enjoy the thrill of the game!

And I lost.

She's completely lost.

The Holy Sword Soul Eater, which had been her strength, was also gone. There is an overwhelming difference that no matter how much she trains, she will never be able to reach.

She wants to serve such an opponent. She wants to raise herself to a higher level. It was natural for her to think so.

Your Lord, who defeated you, is in front of you. Obey him from the bottom of your heart.

(ah ...... aahh ......)

Solor's voice spun so casually, soaking into the euphoria as if water were soaking into a thirsty sponge.

Isolde's gaze is on Satoru, who has a meat stalk that is a symbol of a man and is still arrogantly erect. A foreigner from another world. The absolute strong man whom she should serve. The one and only absolute being who can defeat her.

Tears began to well up in her eyes. I am in a pitiful state, but somehow I feel comfortable.

I see

It all became clear to her. Solor was right.

I wanted to lose. I wanted to follow someone I wanted to be spoiled.

Mi-Milord......

What is it?

Satoru returns somewhat discouraged.

I'm sorry, for my humble and miserable body, but please, please, I beg of you, please penetrate me.

Satoru's eyebrows twitched.

Please share your blessings with me

Isolde, who pleads as if in a fever, shows no sign of her usual firmness. She looks like a woman who has completely fallen.

When he glanced at Solor, Solor nodded her head toward Satoru. It was a gesture of asking him to use her.

Honestly, Satoru is not very satisfied. He thinks that Isolde has been mistreated a little too much.

He doesn't have a problem with the fact that she complied with what Solor said. But the way she did it was that of brainwashing. Even if Isolde had wanted to give in somewhere in her heart, there might have been another way to do itI even have the feeling that she has another way.

But it is true that Isolde wants to be subjugated and is exposing herself. With a sigh, he takes one look at the woman who is still bound by the leather straps that Solor has Spell her with.Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates

Do you realize that you are saying something outrageously lewd now?

Nnhiihhh!

Her naughty side was aroused, and when he lightly brushed his teeth on her nipples, Isolde jumped up and down. It's hard to tell where the real sexual zone is since she's so captivated by his Lust that her whole body becomes a sexual zone.

The situation of a woman who is suspended in mid-air being fucked in the missionary position is very exciting. Isolde's vagina is slightly upturned, though not as much as Rico's. This position is easy to fuck her.

Nnghh, hihh, uuahh, ah, ahh, ahh, aaahhhh

Her moaning sounded like an animal. He guesses she is being swallowed up by the sensuality that is constantly assaulting her. Isolde is not a modest person by nature. Her gasps become bestial.

Solor. Remove the restraints

Satoru, after leaning heavily on Isolde and forcefully ripping off the restraints that had been tied behind her back, called out to the doll that remained at his side. Solor silently obeyed Satoru's order and released the restraints.

Nghii!

Isolde, who suddenly lost her support and turned her back away, involuntarily and reflexively clung to Satoru. Her arms as well as her legs are wrapped around Satoru's waist, and she unknowingly becomes held in an ekiben style.

The parallel attack became a diagonal attack from below, and sparks flew in Isolde's brain.

Nkyuu!Hiiaa, kuhaa! Ah! T-This is it!

The slender Isolde is taller than Rico, but her weight is not much different from Rico's. Satoru intensifies his thrusts from below in the ekiben position while clutching her buttocks with both arms. Isolde's ego is already fuzzy, clinging to Satoru as hard as she can and playing with the sensuality that is assaulting her.

Uaaahhuuhhh, aahhhh, aagyiuuhh!

Satoru gently laid Isolde down on both knees as Isolde clung to him, then lifted Isolde's hips and began using his upper back. Isolde is still clinging selflessly with both limbs even though her back is turned.

Higgghh! Nghhhh! Kyaa, hyaaa!

Satoru's use of his hips is soft and gentle. He does not thrust into her, but rather slowly and gently loosens her up. Even so, the hardness and tightness of her vagina cannot be released so easily. He knows that it won't be easy to get rid of it in a day or two, so he just tries to soften it up without worrying about it.

Stuck out your tongue

Satoru whispered this in Isolde's ear while holding her tightly. Breathing hard, Isolde did as she was told and stuck her tongue out from her lips like a dog. Satoru, a little forcefully, half-raised her body, and while sucking on the protruding tongue, gradually increases the movement of his hips.

Uufgg, Mmhhh, nnuhhm!

Isolde is left to her own devices. Her tongue is sucked, her cervix is tortured, and she reflexively swallows the saliva that flows into her mouth. She has no time to think that she is dirty. She just reacts to her reflexes as she is made to do. Even so, her arms and legs are still wrapped around him, refusing to let go.

The sound of smack-smack hitting the skin gradually intensifies.

Nnmuhhh, hahnn, nnmmhh, hahmmm

Isolde was still happy while being tossed around like a leaf in a raging sea of sensuality.

Her slender, supple arms around Satoru's neck, her extremely well-trained legs wrapped around his waist, her tongue lashing out and being devoured by him, she was so dependent on the man who was assembling her.

She had never thought that there was a man who would accept her.

In the Holy Sword Clan, there was little discrimination based on gender. It was a small society where ability reigned supreme and the difference between men and women was only a small thing if one had the ability. Of course, there was a tendency to underestimate her because she was a girl, but even so, she was able to overcome those who rebelled against her.

And now, she is being overpowered. By the power, she believed in. And by an overwhelming margin.

Iiihhhhhh, nggg, hiiiii, nnahhaaaah, I don't, understand!

It is natural to follow those with power. Therefore, this situation is also natural for Isolde. She is weak.

Ahh, I see. I am weak.

In her hazy thoughts, these words passed through her mind. She realized that she wanted to follow someone with this overwhelming strength.

In that sense, she was not worthy of the most powerful position. She could be stronger by following someone else. That is the type of person she was.

She was just pretending to be something she was not. Even so, there was no problem until she fought Satoru. The people around Isolde were weaker than her.

Twisted beneath Satoru's knees, Isolde no longer had to hide her weakness. But no, that's why I'm afraid.

Nnnaahhhh, scared, I'm scareeed!

Clinging to Satoru with her whole body, Isolde so complains.

She is afraid of being poked relentlessly in her female parts and gradually blossoming as a woman.

She is afraid of exposing her weak self.

She is afraid that if she shows them, her Lord will hate her and discard her.

Keep going. Leave yourself as you are.

Satoru also hugged Isolde back. A large hand caresses her head again and again. She was almost relieved, and then fear welled up in her, but her body was already at its limit.

Uuaaaahhhhhh, Milordd, Milooooorrrdddd! Ah, ahhhh, aaahhhkkuuaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!

Isolde's body trembled as she hugged Satoru with her very whole body. Her vagina tightened to the point that it could not be any tighter, and she just wanted to expel Satoru's penis.

But she would not let that happen. Isolde felt a sense of comfort from the warmth of the deepest penetration and embrace as if she would never leave this place.

She breathed heavily and trembled unconsciously, but Satoru did not move and gently embraced her.

How comfortable it was.

I see, this is the supreme pleasure. I understand now.

Breathing heavily and panting, Isolde felt peacefulness with her whole body.

The supreme pleasure that all the other magical slaves talked about. Feeling as if she had caught a glimpse of this, Isolde ran her hand over Satoru's sweaty back.

It was a wide back. His hips have stopped, but he has not yet stopped gently stroking her head. When you are completely embraced in this way, you even feel like you are being enveloped.

And the sensation is unusually comfortable.

Hauhh.....ah.....fuh.....

Isolde pressed her forehead against Satoru's neck as if clinging to him and rubbed it. The male scent that Satoru emits becomes even stronger. Just by doing this, she was enveloped in his scent and could have melted away.

Nnhh......fuhh.....

She has never felt such a sense of peace in her memory. The first time she felt such a strong sense of peace, Isolde couldn't resist it. As it was, she was slowly caught in a trap of sleepiness.

The hand that had been holding his neck and the leg that had been around his waist weakened, and Satoru took a few moments to feel the discomfort of the female swordsman who was still laying on top of him.

Oops ...... she is going to fall down.

With a small smile, Satoru slowly withdrew his penis. He didn't ejaculate, but he also didn't want to do anything tactless like waking up a beautiful woman who had fallen asleep peacefully.

What a rude woman she is. I can't believe she fell off without waiting for Master's ejaculation.

Don't be so ridiculous.

Satoru smiles bitterly at Solor, who whispers to him. The first time they met, Isolde was confident in her physical strength, but this was only the second time she had been stimulated by her sexual desire, which she had not even been aware of.

Even though Satoru and Solor are talking to each other, albeit in a whisper, there is no sign of her waking up. She is sleeping soundly.

She has been trained as a swordsman, but this is probably the first time she has slept so soundly. There is no tension in her sleeping face.

Give me my bedding. I'll sleep like this.

Commanding Solor, Satoru takes a sleeping position with the beautiful swordsman on his shoulder.

While being held in the arms of others, the beautiful swordsman was trapped in sleep with a peaceful expression on her face, which could be said to be a first.