Chapter 18 – Rumia (6)

“Eh, what is this… ! What the hell are you doing! You are on the side of the devil!”

Isabelle hardened her face.

“God will punish you! You will definitely regret it if you do this!”

Rumia was held to her bottom and tied with ropes of her unknown identity. Her black tentacles grew long from under her chin and held her tight. The demon was laughing, giving her Lumia a pillow for her lap. She was flapping her black wings like a bird and wagging her tail, and I seemed happy to hear her hum.

“Isabelle… ! Hey, you crazy bitch! How good I have been! Side with the devil! Uh! Play with the devil without even knowing the subject! Hey you fucking bitch! Even if I die, you must kill me today!”

“Kyaaak!”

The pig pushed Elena as hard as he could with a lively face. Elena rolled on her floor. He didn’t seem to understand the situation yet. Because I was really trying to hit Isabel while getting angry.

But the candlestick he wielded did not reach Isabel’s head. It was because I stretched out his foot and pushed him away. The pig hit him on the side, gasped as if it were choking, then floated up and crashed into the corner of the room.

“Keep it off… !”

“Who the fuck is this guy laying his hands on?”

“What… What’s up?”

Strangely, I was full of energy and felt good. It seemed that now it would be possible to turn the pig into a completely withered mummy. The pig was afraid of me. His eyes were defiant, but his teeth were chattering, and his posture was on his knees. I grabbed the pig’s hair and gathered my strength.

“Ooh… ! Wow…!

The pig was struggling. In an instant, his body dried up and wrinkles began to form on his face. The hair I was holding on to was weakly pulled out, my lips shriveled, and my teeth were falling out.

“Ugh… ! Uh… !”

Blinding my eyes, the pig grabbed my clothes. I stopped absorbing it when I saw that even my hands were drying up like an old tree.

“Turn it off… ! Ah… !”

The pig is now an anchovy. It was hard to believe that the skinny body rolling on the floor was the violent ‘pig’ that once ruled this neighborhood. I said to Elena.

“Tie it up. I don’t want this kid to die.”

“Okay.”

Elena seemed happy that she was tying pigs. Rumia watched my actions through her bewildered eyes. In contrast to her short-cropped hair and her pretty eyes, her face was contorted and her eyes burning with hate.

“Devil! Dirty devil! God will surely judge you!”

Since the position was reversed, neither her taunts nor curses were scary. Isabel came next to me with her relieved face and gave me a tight hug. I said, stroking her hair and kissing her lightly on the lips.

“Great job. Isabelle. Were you very scared?”

“Huh. I’m afraid that if I make a mistake, you’ll be in big trouble. I was scared.”

Isabelle hugged me and she said so. Elena crept up to me like a cat crawling, and she blushed as she grabbed her arm opposite me.

The demon watching us interrupted our conversation.

“Oh, what are you afraid of? For me to help I don’t make weird mistakes like anyone else. Yes?”

Laughter rang out. It was the sound of laughing at Rumia. Rumia screamed, turning her face red.

“Release this right now! These demons! I will purify you right now!”

The demon ignored Rumia’s cry. I saw the hem of her Rumia skirt. She was wearing a long skirt like a priest, and even her ankles were covered with white socks. When I tried to lift her leg up, Rumia resisted, swinging her foot wildly.

“Get rid of those filthy hands! Demon bastard! Don’t touch me!”

“Ah, it’s fucking ferocious.”

“I like someone who is a little compliant. Yes?”

The demon asked my consent, and I nodded. Rumia, meanwhile, was swinging her foot hard enough to kick her in my face, and each time she swung her foot wide, the bottom of her skirt was exposed, making it a pretty good eye candy for her.

Rumia was wearing white underpants under her skirt. Her thighs were strong like those of a priest trained for many years, and her legs were smooth and long. It was a little disappointing that we couldn’t appreciate her bare legs, because of her socks that came up to her calves.

As I kept my gaze on her from inside her skirt, Rumia swung her foot and she abruptly stopped her movements. Pausing her feet in an outstretched position, she carefully lowered her legs and carefully closed them, blushing.

She then looked at me and shouted.

“A vulgar bastard. The way you look at it, the way you do it, you really look like a devil.”

There was no need to react to such a provocation. No matter what she said, she did no damage to me, a victor now. The devil looked at me and said.

“Now then, shall we have a training session?”

“Training time?”

“Huh. Have you ever thought about that? You are an incubus, but is it really the end of having sex a little better than others and absorbing your energy? Do you not have the ability to brainwash others, manipulate others, or anything like that?”

“Did you have that ability?”

I asked in surprise. Isabel and Elena were slightly surprised by the word brainwashing, but when I reacted as if I didn’t know, they came back to me with a relieved face. I said as I wrapped my arms around the two of them.

“Why am I brainwashing you? Huh? I loved you from the beginning and hugged you.”

“Yes? I was counting on you.”

“Me too.”

I nodded, remembering that Elena spoke a beat late.

“Can I continue talking?”

The demon cleared his throat and asked. Elena and Isabelle moved away from me again and began to listen with the same expression on their faces. The devil laughed lightly at our eagerness for learning and started groping Rumia’s stomach.

“What, what are you doing! Devil! That, stop it!”

Rumia started having seizures in her fright as soon as the demon touched her. She struggled again, bare between her legs, and struggled to get out of her arms. The devil was stroking her stomach, not caring whether she was twisting or dancing.

The devil, who had been stroking the pregnant woman’s belly as if touching it, lowered his hand little by little.

After struggling several times, Rumia changed her expression and started gritting her teeth and chanting an incantation. Just as the white light was about to gather on her bound arms, the devil changed his expression and placed his hand on Rumia’s temple.

Dismissed!

“Kyaaaaah!”

Rumia bounced on her back and turned her body over. Her divine power that had been gathering in her hands faded, and Rumia let out a violent breath as her legs trembled. The demon spoke in a low tone I had never heard before.

“Will you be quiet? Before I cut off all my limbs.”

“Keuk… !”

Rumia still felt her body paralyzed. She somehow tried to resist, but she stiffened her body as black sparks flew from her every time she tried to move.

We cringe a little at the demon’s first grim appearance. The devil looked at us again, grinned, and started talking. Her finger was pointing at Rumia’s belly, where her womb was.

“Female demons like us, female priests who use divine power, and women who handle mana are here. The source of power gathers here in the lower belly womb. It’s the most vital part of a woman’s body.”

She drew a circle on Rumia’s belly. Showing that sensuous hand movement, both Isabel and Elena rubbed her front legs and winked at me. I nodded my head as I kneaded both of their buttocks.

The demon pressed lightly on Rumia’s belly. Rumia scowled at her, but she didn’t care. The devil focused his gaze on me and said.

“Incubus is the word. By encasing your power in semen, you can taint the source of power that exists in this womb. You can dye it with your semen and turn it into your loyal servant. A succubus can do something similar, but… It seems there is no need to talk about anything now.”

“What, what?”

When Rumia heard that, her face turned white. I, too, hardened my body after hearing the unexpected ability I had. I thought an incubus was simply a demon that was good at sex, but it also possessed powerful abilities.

If I can knock it off once, can’t anyone make it my own?

“Fuck year. You did well.”

Just in front of me, the goddess who almost put an end to my life was lying defenseless. I slurped my pants off, and Elena and Isabel blushed as they stared at my erect cock. The devil said

“Of course, this is only possible if your strength is that strong, and normally it is impossible for you to defile this priest-level ability. Because the source of power forms its own shield.”

I took off my pants halfway and looked at Rumia with a steamy face. Rumia too let out a sigh of relief and looked back at the demon. The devil struck Rumia’s temple once again.

“Keuk… !”

Rumia struggled, bouncing on her back, and her legs spread apart. Said the demon as she pulled up her Rumia’s skirt. She could see her white thighs and her socks up to her calves.

“So, after you wear down your mental powers through sex and torture, we break through your broken defenses and pump your semen deep into your womb. The stronger you are, the weaker the opponent, the greater the effect.”

The devil was laughing at me. I couldn’t help but laugh too. The devil told me

“This time in particular, practice and I will help. Keeping her mouth shut will make life easier in the future.”

“Lord, kill… ! I mean kill! Oh, you devils… !”

Rumia screamed hastily as she twisted her leg. She, of course, had no intention of killing her gracefully. I sent both Elena and Isabel upstairs and took off their shirts. Rumia’s face was stained with fear.

The demon whispered to Rumia.

“Why are we killing you? Huh? Be patient. It will make you feel better.”

“No… ! No… !”

With the priest’s scream.

The laughter of the two demons spread.