Chapter 510 – The Blood-Soaked White Coat.

“Muuh.”
“Ha, what’s the problem today?”

Even though Kihort offered food to her pirika’s mouth, she sighed at the sight of her pursed lips, turning her head and refusing.

“Madam definitely didn’t put meat in it.”

He wondered if there was meat in the food, but this was a soup that Madame had carefully cooked separately after hearing about the girl’s appetite.

“At least tell me the reason.”
“Are not you hungry.”

When he asked the reason, Kihod felt suspicious of the grumpy answer he received.

“That can’t be possible…”

Pirika was holding a notebook all day and writing past documents. Yesterday’s meal wasn’t good either, so it’s normal for me to be hungry by now.

“I have to document it.”
“Do you have a disease that will kill you if you can’t work?”

He was so drugged that he couldn’t walk properly and was immersed in memories of the past and seeing fantasies, but even Quixote was sick of his obsession with documents, so he asked lightly, but he got a more serious answer than expected.

“If I don’t work, I can’t be a Mainades anymore.”
“Mainadesura…”

Considering what kind of group the Mainades were, her words were truly funny and sad.

“Why are you so obsessed with that place?”
“Then you must marry Paris.”

The words were perhaps incomprehensible to most Pasiphenians.

“It wouldn’t have been a bad thing for a woman to marry the current head of Bayets, right?”

That’s right, even if Paris is a scarecrow, it doesn’t change the fact that he is the head of the family, originally one of the four major public figures.

Because the symbolism and the wealth he had accumulated so far did not disappear, Paris was one of those who were considered the number one groom in Parsiphenia.

Thanks to this, he was receiving a lot of attention from all kinds of women. She had a fiancé named Pirika, but no one cared about it.

In the end, even if she obtained her qualifications as Di Macari, the prevailing opinion was that a witch was a witch, and that it was an arranged marriage to use the witch’s bloodline as a tool for the family.

‘If a new witch were born, that witch would also be used as a tool, not as a child.’

Since no one knew about this, the number of women who wanted to be his wife increased. If I was lucky, I would be able to use not only the position of Bayets’ hostess but also the witch’s bloodline as a tool.

“Didn’t that guy named Paris even say he likes you?”

Nevertheless, Paris had rejected numerous women’s requests to become his concubines. Just because I like Pirika.

“He wasn’t a bad guy, was he?”

Regardless of camp or personal feelings, Paris was objectively a good man. He was not lacking in any of his abilities, family, or wealth. If he had married him, he would definitely have been able to live a rich and happy life without working like this.

“But why does he want to remain Myna Death, taking on all the hard work?”

The Maenades were famous madmen in Pasiphenia. Except for Pirika, the Maenades maintain their positions without any tests or qualifications.

They received preferential treatment and were given the title of Maenades simply because they had taken the lead in actively supporting Minos in the past.

Even though they have no ability, they have become the most privileged class that can exert political influence and use taxes.

In reality, Pirika cannot even use such privileges, even though she has become so immersed in her work that she has to make a living. She just smiled at the numerous questions that came to his mind.

“But I like it.”
“…What?”

The sight of the girl’s face smiling brightly, remembering something even in the drugged, blurry white light, made her mind turn white for a moment.

I felt like I would be buried in the refreshing, heart-tickling, dizzying and lovely emotions that that small face portrayed, as if I was in a sweet dream.

That’s how deadly Pirika’s laughter was.

“He promised to come get me. I have no choice but to wait.”

Quikhod, who soon came to her senses, could not help but notice who she was talking about. It was strange that she went around showing off like that and didn’t know.

“…Did you say Usher?”
“Huh?! Oh, you can’t tell anyone!”

Is it because we are still stuck in memories of the past? The girl was startled when he said the paladin’s name and tried to cover his mouth.

“Whoa, whoa, I’m going crazy.”

That night, her man came to visit Pirika as always. She thought she had already committed enough. She couldn’t bear the thought that the girl would be sleeping defenseless again today.

“Is it because she’s a witch? She seems to have a knack for making men crazy.”

She knew that in fact she just couldn’t control her desires, but she passed the blame on to the girl who was quietly sleeping. Even so, Pirika’s appearance was beautiful enough to convince her.

“Chuck, chuck!”

As if it were a routine, her man expertly removed her underwear and placed his wide-open tongue on her smooth, white, hairless pussy.

As he slowly and leisurely swept up from the bottom, the two soft and elastic pustules were drawn up by his tongue, and the ax mark between her legs was seen swelling.

“Saeaksaek.”

If I looked up from my position between her legs, I could see two small hills and the peaceful face of a girl breathing evenly without knowing anything about the world between them.

“…Under.”

Only then did the man realize why I had not been satisfied with Pirika even after two days of raping her to my heart’s content. She enjoys the pleasure that comes from the sense of immorality of violating a sleeping girl.

She even enjoyed the fact that she had a pussy hole where she could insert as many dicks as she wanted and satisfy her desires. But can he really be satisfied with this?

No, how is this any different from Onahole, which is just a good performer?

“You are such a terrible witch.”

That’s why he got out of between Pirika’s legs and grabbed her by the neck.

“Ah, extreme…!”

Since her neck was so delicate that it seemed as if it would break if she failed to control her strength, she slowly and leisurely began to apply strength to it, causing her to suffocate and opening her mouth in pain.

Even her man knew how crazy this was. The unreasonable act of waking up a sleeping girl just because she wanted to see more diverse expressions.

But wasn’t it crazy enough to violate her while she was asleep in the first place? Now, there is nothing more to worry about, right?

“Keheuk! Who, who?”

That’s why when Pirika revealed her white light. Her man was delighted when her sweet voice tickled his ears even as her throat grew faint.

“Who is the one who disrespects your pussy every night?”

When she woke up, he stopped strangling her, but it was none of her business.

“Huh?”

It’s easy to tell that Pirika is out of her mind as she tilts her head and doesn’t understand what he’s saying. Just because she did that didn’t mean she didn’t calculate the risks.

Heros is not a drug that can be cured by abstaining from it for a few days, much less a drug that can keep one sane if taken regularly.

The more you use it, the more the gap between your mind and body widens, and in the end you may end up like a doll that can only breathe, so it is a drug that only those who have really gone to the extreme use.

“If it’s hard for you to understand, think of me as your husband.”
“Usher…?”

The girl climbed on top of him and tried to lift her head as if to check his face, but he grabbed her head so she couldn’t see his face.

‘You’re lucky.’

Fortunately for her man, unfortunately for her, the name was never on her girl’s lips.

“That’s right. It’s me, Usher.”
“Uh, sha?”

Her man continued to whisper as Pirika muttered the name in disbelief.

“Now, there’s my cock in front of you.”
“Huh? Sleep?”

She hid her head in as dark a place as possible so as not to be discovered, and lowered her head to look below, dimly visible in the moonlight.

There was a girl there staring blankly at his dick.

“Ugh…?”

Nevertheless, Pirika just stands blankly, as if she can’t quite understand the situation.

“I’m having a hard time now. Can’t you do this much?”
“Ew? Is it hard?”

She spoke as if she was disappointed and poked his lips with the tip of her prick, but all she could do was look up at him with worried eyes.

‘Tsk, are you still not aware of this much attention?’

Her man wanted to swing his fist at Pirika, but it would be difficult if she even bruised him. Besides, it was natural for her to not understand anything no matter what I said right now.

“Yes, it’s hard. Please suck it.”
“Sweet… Whoop?!”

As he spoke, barely able to hide his irritation, Pirika took advantage of the opportunity to reply and stuck his dick into her open lips.

“Uguuup?!”

She froze in embarrassment, but her man couldn’t care less.

“Keuuu!”

I was enjoying the feeling of ecstasy as the girl’s saliva, soft tongue, and throat felt as if they were wrapping around and sliding around my dick.

“Omuuuuu!”

When I looked down, I saw that Pirika had tears hanging at the corners of her eyes as if she was in pain, but she was biting down on his dick without any sign of actively pushing him away, as if she thought he was Usher.

“Ooop!”

Tsk! Tsk! Tsuppuk! As soon as her man saw that she wasn’t resisting, he started shaking her waist.

“Oguuuuup!”
– Call! Boom!

The night began by feeding the girl thick cum.