Chapter 1 – Galatea -Incarnation of the Demonic Sword-

Galatea’s appearance does not necessarily mean that Cleon’s desire was embodied.

The large breasts that could not be grasped with one hand, and the soft brown skin without a noise that dripped without stopping.

Each one is optimized for seducing men, but she is not the type of inma.

After all, her essence is a being that serves to assist the owner of the demonic sword and draw out its power.

Something like her appearance as the incarnation of the demonic sword,

As long as it looked good to Cleon, it didn’t matter in any form.

`But, this… Whoops…♡`

Galatea looked at Cleon while looking at the owner who had roughly ripped off her magically formed clothes.

The reflection of oneself in those black eyes.

And Cleon, who lost his reason while looking at himself like that.

Breathing and pulse sounds.

And his shaking eyes and his body reacting sensitively whenever he is touched.

Everything became seasoning and I was creating an accent for the situation of being raped by the man in front of me.

And the more I yearn for Carleon to become his predator, the more

He felt her honey dripping from her lower leg.

A space created by magic.

Within the small realm, if Galatea wanted to, it was possible to create small props by mixing her magic with the owner.

The condensed mass of magic power, as if covering a wet floor with rain, lay under Galatea and freely transforms its shape.

Eventually, it was transformed into a bed with frills suitable for a married couple on their first night.

“Yeah… Chu…♡”

Galatea covets Cleon’s lips and tongue as if to appease the owner who is hot and can’t control herself and just touches her body.

Every time teeth collided and saliva and tongue intertwined between them, the close breath spread a sweet scent.

Both for Cleon and for Galatea.

The lower part of the stomach heats up and breathing quickens.

If you release the control of the magical power that forms clothes,

The torn top and the soggy wet covering on the part disappeared.

Before long, the place leading to the depths of Galatea appeared.

Cleon is also losing his pace with excitement, but he wasn’t a bachelor either.

When you act as an adventurer, there are times when you are tempted by women.

There were also women who offered their bodies in lieu of commission fees.

Cleon tried to understand how it felt for them.

That’s why, despite trying to refuse their favor as much as possible,

I didn’t hate it or try to reject it.

Even if you look back on all the accumulated experience.

Galatea’s body was sufficient to cut Cleon’s sense of reason very thinly and finely.

A woman who releases all the stress accumulated to the extreme and presents herself as prey.

Own sword.

Oldest friend.

And beings bound by spirit.

And… A top-notch female.

Slave.

Liberation of lust.

Only the cold sensation I feel every time I put my hand on my body tells me that the being in front of me is not human.

Rather, in that part, it was to push the black desire behind her that this woman had no fear of being ruined.

Galatea’s cold hand gently brushed Cleon’s penis, which had swelled to the limit.

With that alone, pre-cum flows out, and in order to respond to the temptation of the female that is good to eat in front of you in the testicles

Even Cleon felt that he was constantly making the essence of life.

“Now… Put it here, Cleon.”

Galatea made a tunnel with her hands and gently wrapped Cleon’s food around her.

Then her other hand puts her hand on top of her own stomach.

Cleon, as she was tempted, brought her own penis up her belly, unpenetrated in her position on top of her.

The liquid that leaked in response to the cold air rising up the base of the pillar fouled her stomach.

“Whoa… That’s amazing, can you reach this far?”

Cleon’s column, which Galatea looked at lovingly and proudly, reached past her navel.

Since her body was never small, she was letting her know that Cleon’s stuff was too big for an ordinary woman to accept.

Then, on top of Galatea’s boat.

A small pattern glowing in purple comes to mind.

The pattern of the shape called peach or heart

There was a jewel in the middle.

“This is… My core. The essence of magical power… In terms of a woman… The place to hold the baby. The womb… The gestation room♡”

When Cleon takes her hand and presses it lightly on the part slightly below her glans that emits a soft light, it responds with an ‘Ah…’ Sound.

“Okay…? Cleon… If you get stabbed here, in the end I won’t be able to resist…♡”

“Thump… Thump… Every time I take it down. Little by little, your soul and heart are being cut away.”

“It hits directly into the essence. `Ah… This guy in front of me is my master…”

“King. Master. Husband. Strong male. The one who tells the cheeky bitch about my fountain♡”

“The brain becomes a fool, and the body smells like the owner. Saliva, sweat. Semen. It changes to be sensitive to anything.”

The sound of jjikkeok rang.

The only warm part of Galatea’s cold body.

Pathway leading to the nucleus.

Secrets filled with lascivious and sticky black magic.

“Yes! Yes…! Whoa… Come…”

Lastly, a gentle temptation between the two closely attached bodies–

Pooh-wook…

The bodies of the two were connected without a boundary line.

There was no resistance to entry.

For Galatea, the demonic sword, the existence of a hymen, which symbolizes female chastity, is meaningless.

However, the existence of a ‘barrier’ that the two should not have known existed.

The fact that it broke at the same time Cleon inserted it

It must be because it was clear to Galatea that Cleon was the object he had to serve with all of his existence.

So, Galatea’s body is constantly moving to satisfy the owner’s goods that came inside.

At that time, unaffected doctrine flowed from Galatea’s mouth.

“Yeah, oh. Yeah, that’s amazing… Ah… Hot awesome awesome awesome awesome♡”

As much as Cleon’s was huge, his movements were one term long.

Each time he went in and out, Cleon’s reached the end of the aisle with a `thump…Thump…’, With a bit of his root remaining.

Then, as Galatea declared herself, each time she feels her soul cracking little by little, she falls more and more into a female and more into a slave.

Galatea’s arm naturally went behind Cleon’s neck and appealed to her that she did not want to be separated from him, inflaming the man’s desire even more.

Cleon responds by stealing Galatea’s mouth, and with that alone, Galatea greets his first climax and arches his back.

“Chu Haa, uh… Ah… Churup…”

Sexual intercourse that confirms that each other needs each other by moving the waist and head in perfect order.

There was no reason to check whether it was pure love or not.

It’s a favorite

Confirmation is that Cleon descends on Galatea.

It is a violent and one-sided feeling that I will rule you and you will be dominated by me.

Once, once.

Every time Cleon stabs her deep inside

He reaffirms that he has had this part of himself and identifies the female’s weakness.

In this cycle, Cleon awakens as the ruler of the demonic sword.

Eventually, he discovers for himself what to fill in the empty emotions he has discharged through Galatea.

Haha!!”

“Ah, ah—ah ah”

Now, Galatea didn’t utter words to seduce Cleon.

There was only one woman left, howling like a beast.

Cleon’s waist started to move faster.

Now I get it.

How to crush the woman in front of her into small pieces and make it into her own form.

No need to worry about this.

It exists to be dominated by itself.

This is not a friend

This is not a partner.

This is not a woman

This is–

──The sound of something breaking was heard along with a crackling sound.

“? Oh… ? Sss, ah, ah—aaaaa!!”

All of a sudden, the voice I had so far changed to a sound that lost my reason.

What is broken is Galatea’s core.

No, to be precise, it was the last barrier that wrapped around her essence.

Exchanging her bodily fluids with her, Cleon’s things, which have been further tempered, break down the last barrier of Galatea, the outlet of her desire.

It has reached the final stage of complete control over her soul.

──This is mine! It’s my property!

“Galatea! You are mine! The first one is mine!”

“Yeah♡ I’ll be, I’ll be! I, I’ll be Cleon’s property♡”

Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut!

A loud roar and Galatea’s scream.

And Cleon’s laughter echoed through the black space like harmony.

The moment the fever reached its peak—

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“Ah, ah, it’s hot… It’s hot, it’s hot, it’s hot, Cleon. Help me, help me…”

Circumstances. The semen that continued to vomit minute by minute, easily surpassed that of ordinary people.

Galatea’s stomach swelled slightly, and the liquid that exceeded the limit gushed out.

With a collapsed face shouting hot and painful, the mouth endlessly desires the owner’s favor as it wraps its legs around Cleon’s back.

It must be an excruciating pain that directly burns the soul with black magic.

However, with this, the relationship between the demonic sword and its master is reestablished.

Slurp… Gulreuk… Gulreuk…♡

When Cleon’s belongings were removed after she had ejaculated, the liquid that had been condensed flowed out of her mouth.

How much did you vomit?

Even a man of a gender confident in his stamina would have collapsed on the spot from dehydration if he had pumped out this amount.

The woman who received it, too, must not have been safe.

But Cleon was delighted with her new senses.

Omnipotence.

The fact that for the first time she conquered and subjugated her others and made them her own.

A new cycle of magical energy filled up throughout the body, leaving behind such psychological factors.

Cleon’s so far.

Powerful power flowing towards him from Galatea, who has stored his magic for 20 years, fills his body.

His gaze naturally turns to Galatea, who vomits up the accumulated semen as her body recoils from exhaustion.

Her body was still beautiful, but the same urge didn’t arise.

Cleon was ready to control and redirect his dark desires.

“Haa… Haa… So…? What do you want to do…? Master…♡”

At Galatea’s question, Cleon sits on the bed.

Then, she raised her hand to the pattern on Galatea’s stomach and pressed it down as if massaging it.

Then, Galatea squirts out her remaining semen and tide, reaching a grand climax.

Chuuk. Stretch

“Take them down.”

Cleon’s words were calm.

But it was different from the moment before, when I was crying in the back alley.

Instead of gray sadness in his eyes now.

The flames of burning black hatred were wrapped around it.