Next day.
A few days have passed since I began my search in the forbidden stacks of the Royal Library in Londomel. The capital of the great nation of Britannica.
The first thing Makina and Tette would do in a day was to sleep and wake up at the inn. Go to the library before it opens. Meet Elys the librarian. Watch Elys give her husband Wallace a lunch bo. And then go into the forbidden library.
While receiving occasional snide remarks from Ottawa. The ugly husband who lives in the Forbidden Librar. Such as "Don't put the book back in the wrong place" And "Just find it and get ou." She spends her days searching for traces of the "Gerwes" Used by the wizard who destroyed her home kingdom of Grundel.
But the Makin. Which is engraved with Gerweth's lewd cries. Was not making as much progress in searching for documents as before. Even though it was an important matter that involved her own body.
(Mr. Ely...)
All this after witnessing the intercourse between Ottawa and Elys in the Forbidden Library.
She goes out for a lunch break. But when she returns to retrieve her magic wand. She witnesses an affair between two library employees.
Elys is supposed to have a husband. Wallac. Who works as a knight of the kingdom. They are such a 'loving couple' that they make lunch for their beloved wife every day. But why would she do something like betray her husband? And how long has this relationship been going on?
Princess? What's wrong?
"... O. N. No! It's nothing. It's all right. Mr. Tett..."
Tetteh saw me while I was grabbing a book from the bookshel. And was worried about me when she saw me dazed and absentminded.
I smiled at him. Pretending it was nothing. And he seemed to be satisfied in his own way. Sayin. "After al. I can't let you stay in a dark and damp place for too long. Can I?
I don't think the black knight. A serious and naive childhood friend. Would never imagine that he was thinking about sex between staff members.
In the first place. It's not reasonable for the princess of a country. And above all. For an outsider to think about this and that.
Whether it's cheating or adultery. It's none of our business. We're just library users. We have a more critical mission than that.
But–
(... Mr. Elys... Looked so creepy...)
The limbs of a voluptuous young wife were illuminated by the lamp that dimly coloured the forbidden library.
She is standing on the bookshelf with her hands on the bookshelf. Her breasts and buttocks are shaking by the rear standing position (standing back).
Elys has pulled up the loose-fitting robe of the staff uniform. And at the same time. The veil as a 'wife' was removed and the expression of a 'woman' appeared on her face.
The smell of a bitch poking your nose and the sweat that creates i. Mixed with the smell of humidity and mildew.
Ottawa. Who looked like he had never been in a relationship with a woman in his life. Was now pounding his hips with all his heart. His bangs stick to his forehead with perspiration. The thick rod of flesh was slightly visible from the joint. The violent copulation releases the carnal desire as it is in the usual high-pressure attitude.
(Like that one...)
Every time I recall the scene I witnessed. My heart beats in my chest. My thoughts slow down. The surface of my face heats up – my wom. My lechery tingles to the point of making stains on my underwear.
It was almost as if I was remembering the first time I had ever seen sex in my life.
It reminded her of the image of her mother. The queue. Being raped by a stranger on that day of the disappearance of Grandel.
She only knew him as her mother. The princess was unfamiliar with intercourse. Let alone sexual intercourse. But her eyes were seared with the bare instincts of "Copulation.
Coupled with the vivid memory of the entire nation being turned into crystals shortly afterwards. Once I saw the wild 'mawai' of the men and women. I couldn't help but suppress a rush of emotion.
"...!"
But as if to shake it off. He shakes his head from side to side and concentrates on the literature in front of him.
I can't go on like this. I thought over and over again. I've made up my mind many times. And many times I've been swept away by the lewdness.
I've adventured this far because I don't like it. I will somehow disarm Gerweth's lewd magic and take back the kingdom.
The clue is nearby. Somewhere in this forbidden library. That's why this is not the time to concern yourself with other people's affairs or your own sexual desires.
You're looking for Gerwe. Aren't you?
"...?
Suddenly. The unpleasant tone of a voice whispered in my ear makes me yelp and almost drop the book.
But he stops just short and turns his attention to Ottawa. Who has been approaching before he knows it?
"How did you get that..."
You know how we were talking the other day? You two seemed to be having fun. And also. It's something that you can usually figure out from the genre of the books you've been researching. It's not easy for a stupid monkey.
Why do you insert every single demeaning word about others?
N. This level of bad character is not particularly problematic. I don't consider it particularly offensive that they secretly checked the books we were looking through and deduced what we were looking for later on.
I've seen a lot of faction fighting and plotting among adults since I was in the royal palace. Or even since I became an adventure. And I've seen a lot of bad people and filthy people.
That's why I don't look down on Ottawa as a fastidious aristocrat. But inevitably. When confronted in front of you like this. It is difficult to go through the body odour that stings your nose.
"O. Sur. We're looking for Gerweth's magi. But...
Like fermented dairy products or putrid fruit. Inwardly bewildered by the filthiness of Ottawa. Who resides in the forbidden library. Makina nevertheless continues the conversation as an equal human being.
A normal human being would avoid associating with someone like Ottawa. No matter the purpose. Even Tet doesn't hide his disgust.
I know that magi. Though. Don't I?"
"What the...?
But it worked that she didn't reject him because he was a sexually vicious and unpleasant person. Makina's eyes light up at the unexpected words.
Forgetting about his body odour. He tried to call Te. Who was fishing for literature at a distance?
"Oops. Don't be too happy."
But at that moment. Ottawa's great. Obese palm. Swollen like a pancake. Pressed against my mouth. The smell of clammy hand sweat and nail-clogged grime made my stomach juices rise to my throat for a moment.
"Nn...!
There are only two books in the Forbidden Library that mention Gerwes. One of them you found. But it's only a 'touch'. The other contains more detailed information."
He. Then...!
If you read that boo. You will see the cor. The truth. It's information she couldn't have wished for. To Makin. The ugly figure in front of her seemed like a wise man guiding her through the darkness.
— But the Keeper of the Forbidden Library. Though erudite. Was not a 'good man'.
The only thing that's wrong with that book is that it's 'forbidden' and has a very strict magic 'lock' on it. I unlocked it in five years."
"O. No...!"
Some grimoires are protected to prevent malicious others from reading the contents of the research. Some of them have security that attacks those who try to forcefully unlock them or forcefully read the book. Such books are recognized as "Forbidden Books".
The Kochs managed to break the seal over five years. Even though the magic might have cursed them to death. I'm not going to stand by and let some rando. D-level adventurer read it without any trouble.
'But we need that information...!
Makina pleaded. They had gone through a lot of trouble to get to this point in the adventure.
But Ottawa's argument is also understandable as a person who manipulates magic. He must have risked and sacrificed his time to finally open the forbidden book. Human beings are not so good that they can offer it to you for nothing in return. That's what I've been taught in my adventures up until now.
"If you're... Come o...."
"He. What if it's...?"
Ottawa's eyes change. In that moment. You know everything. I know even if he doesn't say a word.
I've had this experience many times. And I swore I would never do it again. But I had been given the same lecherous looks many times. And finally. I had become so wild that I had even shaken my own hips. There were many times when I became a prisoner of my own lust.
I had already anticipated what Ottawa was going to say a little while ago. That's what men are like.
But it will be the last. N. It will be the last.
In exchange for being provided with a book containing details of Gerwet. I offer my body as a woman.
The. Relying on the boo. She deactivates the lewd crest and says goodbye to these lewd days forever.
Today is the last. This is the end. From tomorrow. You can regain your former pride as a clean and innocent princess.
So–
"... Wel. Come on over here. The actual "I'm not a fan of the way you look at me." He said... Goo. Right?"
"......... Yes...….."
With Ottawa holding her by the shoulder. Makina walked towards the back of the house. Where Ottawa used it as her living space.
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There were no bookshelves at the far end of the forbidden library; instead. A thin mattress against the wall and a blanket that hadn't been washed in days made up the fountain bed.
Uneaten food. Clothes left undressed. And scraps of paper and towels yellowed from masturbation are lying around.
Whether it was a storeroom or an ordinary room. It was still a place that gave the impression of a dirty man's room alone.
In the heart of that filthy place. The Magical Princess Makin. Surrounded by the smell of sweat. Decay and dried seme. Gave off the scent of a noblewoman. But also the smell of a female in heat.
"Come o. Lick it. You should lick me with those big tits of yours. This is nothing to worry about. Right? The actuality is that you can't get a good deal more than that. Your face and body don't seem to be popular with women.
He dismisses me so bitterly. Condescendingly.
Who is the true woman-unfriend? Machina or Ottawa? That would be a unanimous answer for everyone. But I don't have the right to argue with you right now.
Tetteh is diligently reading the books near the doorway of the forbidden library. Once he concentrates. He is not sensitive to the noise of his surroundings.
Above al. Obtaining information in exchange for 'deeds' would be something that Grandel's knights would never be able to accept. He might even cut down Ottawa in anger.
But that will only take the information to Gerwes further. You just have to be patient for a little while yourself.
"... Yes..."
Whatever their status. They are by far in a lower position. Without knowledge of Ottawa. You cannot know where the book is or open the pages.
That's why you have to follow instructions. I get up on my knees on the fountain bed in Ottawa and put my hand on my Deirdre costume.
If you peek in from above. Everyone's eyes will be sucked in by her ample breasts and deep cleavage. Usually, only the top half is shown.
No. She exposes them all with her own hands. She slips down the clothes that hide her breasts and with a lively "Ban. Ban. Bang" Soun. The princess's breasts touch the open air.
"O.... Wo. That's great.... What do you eat that makes you like this? If you make a mistake. You're just a fatty.
"っっ...."
When she is obese her complex breasts are evaluated as such. The blood rushes to her face.
I should have felt ashamed. Slight change. And yet a sense of humiliation that I couldn't rebel against. Her luscious breasts swayed slightly with each breath. And her cherry-red nipples grew hard. As if she were flirting with the ma. Just as Ottawa had said.
'You're younger than Elys and you've got cheeky tits.... He. Pinch me quick."
Ranting and raving. He looks unbearable. Ottawa raises the robe of her sorceress-like uniform. Exposing her lower half.
Blood has already gathered from all over his body. Turning his sponge (penis) into a share. Thick spear. But overall. The pubic hair is thick. And the pol. Ball sac. And entire thighs are also hair. Entangling the Ottawa's flowing sweat and keeping the odour at bay.
The smell made my brow wrinkle. Even though I was in a state of lewdness activation. I felt that a normal girl would have cried and vomited.
"Shall we adjourn to..."
But he said he had a purpose. That I couldn't just run away at this level – that I couldn't just run away at this level – and with that excuse. I wrapped my thick meat rod with the twin soft mounds of flesh. Wetting the crotch seat for sure.
"O. O. Oh.... Ye. Good.... Dam. You whore...."
I'm not a whore...
While refuting this. She gathers the fat of her breast from around the base with both hands and stimulates the buried cock with her munchies.
Smooth ski. Big tits as soft as marshmallows or the finest sponges.
The sweat is floating moistly on the epidermis of the princess's big breasts which seem to have grown a little bigger again recently. And it mixes with the endurance juice (cowper) and becomes a lewd lotion.
"H. H. Ah!...! I knew you were a bit. You had that scruff. Innocent look on your face...!"
"O...♥"
I already don't care about the stench of Ottawa. I'm only distracted by the scent of thick male hormones as my excitement grows.
Then he was pushed straight down on the fountain bed and mounted with his heavy weight.
Then Ottawa reached down and grabbed her big tits. She rubbed them rough. Plucking at her nipples and shaking her hips hard as if she was having sex.
"O. My Go. That's so…"
"Shut up...! Don't talk back to me! H. Ha. Lick me. Lick it and flirt."
The long meat stick jutted out of the cleavage. Touching little chins and lips with each piston.
He looked up at Ottawa. And through the long bangs of his wickedly pigtailed head. His bloodshot eyes appealed for his next instruction.
I look back at it with moist eyes and agree – I extend my smile. Pin. Soft tongue. Which is sticky with sweet saliva.
"Nnnnggggghhhhh…"
"O. O. Oh!"
She sucks a pie with her tongue between her breasts.
Not only did it smell terrible. It tasted terrible. I'd sucked the genitals of several men in my life. And there were times during my adventures when I had trouble finding food to eat. Stil. It was definitely the worst-tasting thing I had ever tasted in my life.
But Ottawa doesn't stop moving her hips back and forth. She presses her glans against her lips as if begging for more and more as she reshapes her breasts as she pleases with her finger. Palms and penis.
And to that. My own tongue responds lewdly.
"Aaahh...! Damn...♥"
Every time you kiss the glans with your soft lips. Every time I run my tongue over the crack of the glans and over the bell's mouth. The juice of the tip of the runny runny overflows. And it makes the inside of the mouth sticky.
I should have been assembled by an ugly. Fat ma. My breasts violently squeezed and my mouth fucked while he was tit-fucking me.
"Jyu ♥ hu ♥ hu ♥ jyuppu ♥ ah ♥ jyuppu ♥ ah ♥ juru ♥ rello ♥ rello ♥ rello ♥ rello ♥ rello... ♥ Ah... ♥ Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."
A calm corner of my mind recognized that I was excited by the situation and addicted to the smell and taste. It was supposed to be an act that I had no choice but to begin because I was threatened. It was supposed to be a service that I was supposed to be unwilling to perform.
But the noise of that thought is soon all painted pink by the lewd crest.
I'm going to have a taste of Ottawa-san's coc. It's so salty and bitter... ♥ Jyu ♥ Rero ♥ My tongue is going to go crazy ♥ Jyuururu ♥ Smelly too ♥ My nose is going to bend ♥ Hmuuuuu ♥ Below ♥ ohoh ♥ I'll have some of your cheese-like coc. Too. I'll have some of your cheesy coc. Too.
It's a ghetto foo. And I should be able to tell you that it's definitely not good. Like a delicacy that makes you reach for just a little more. Just one more bite.
She pinches his cock with her blubbering boobs while soaking her underwear. I suck on the tip of it and taste it while remembering euphoria.
The entire glan. The mature solid semen stuck to the back of the neck of the cock. I reach out with my tongue take it all into my mouth and taste it like a fine meal.
"Dam. What the fuck is this guy...? He just puked himself into my mouth and did yoga...! He's a fucking pervert...!
As for Ottawa. He was going to threaten the sexually inexperienced adventurous woman and fuck her to death using the forbidden book as bait.
When it came to Ely. She opened her legs for her husband Wallace. She had acquired Elys's lascivious body in exchange for nourishing potions and dishes that boosted her strength and stamina. As well as forbidden books containing them.
As a result. Elys practised special ingredients and cooking methods for his daily lunch. The effects were immediately apparent. And Wallac. Who was not originally capable of rising through the ranks as a knight. Now holds a position that allows him to patrol the royal capital with dozens of men in tow.
Damn...!"
But so did Ely. And so did Makina in front of him. I thought they would cry out as they were fucked in disgust – or maybe they were at first – but now they were happily and wildly seeking out the carnal pole on their own.
It inevitably made him feel like he was being made fun of. For Ottawa. Who hadn't been around women since school? He hadn't been able to maximize his sense of control and approval.
"Nnghhhhh.....! ♥"
Ottawa then forces him to perform even more intense service to teach him his position.
He covers the princes. Who lies on her back. And gets himself on all fours.
Right above Makina is Ottawa's meaty pole and pubic hair-covered hips. Vertica. Straight up. A single meat spear points its tip at her mouth.
I wondered what I was going to do. But I knew the answer right away. I was made to know. The meat stick in front of me swung down and entered my open mouth. Thrusting all the way to the back of my throat.
"Nnnnhhhhh!"
I wanted to scream. But I could only muffle my voice because of this. Stinky whore's rod that was gripping my throat.
Of course. That wasn't the end of it. Ottawa got down on all fours and started swinging her hips up and down violently. The speed is exactly the same as when having sexual intercourse. As if to gouge the inside of a woman's vagina.
"Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh."
Rhythmically slamming into his face. His heroic hips.
Caught between the blanket and the man's ways. I couldn't move. Let alone breathe.
"H. H. Ah! Aah!
Stil. Ottawa doesn't stop pistoning. Rathe. He speeds up. It is not the level of the service at the earliest. And it mates with the princess's throat pussy deeply as if it makes it stand on the floor. And the sex processing tool (masturbator) fixed is used.
The only thing free is from the neck down. My hips are slammed so hard I think my little face is going to break. And every time I d. My body jumps up and down like a fish being fished out.
Her big tits are dancing and her nipples are pointing to the ceiling. Her hips are shaking as if she's mating with Ottawa. And her legs are spreading like a natural М-shape spread. And her love juice is spurting out from her vagina.
Throat pussy matin. Completely dominated and unable to resist.
He gripped Ottawa's waist with both hands as if clinging to him. But the movement of his hips only increased in speed.
"G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G."
O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. Oh!
Dobutsu ♥ Dobyuu ♥ Bubyuu ♥ Bubyuu ♥ ～～～～～ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A small. Beautiful. Well-groomed fac. Crushed by a hip full of sweat. Grime and pubic hair.
At the back of the throat. Ugly Han's desire is released. He is stained with a yellowish-white cloud through the esophagus and down to the stomach.
"O. And it's coming out.... O. O...."
"O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O...."
Semen spilled from the edges of her mouth. And the smell of the refluxed cum almost made her sense of smell go haywire. Stil. The whore was grandly delighted by the intense blame.
The evidence of this is that the underwear is so wet that it does not play its original role. And the squirming cumming body wants further lewdness.