It Is Fate To Be Loved by the Villains

377 – 377. Sim Sang (5)

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“Some are out there bustling around vigorously, while others are enjoying the good fortune here and everything is going smoothly. Isn’t that right?”

“…”

Seeing Elijah speak like that, cold sweat started pouring out involuntarily.

Upon closer inspection, although he felt a strong urge to point out that they were also those who came to squeeze him out of his good fortune, it seemed too ominous to voice such words outwardly based on the other party’s demeanor.

“…But you also came here willingly, didn’t you?”

However, unlike me, there are people who can bring up such words no matter the other party’s attitude.

Now, it was Paynol’s turn, and he opened his mouth looking extremely uncomfortable.

How much he was looking forward to what he was about to do, only to find pesky obstacles in the form of sneak thieves, which made his expression quite displeased…

“It’s just that you’re upset about not being able to go first because of not following the order. Since we will write and present first, could you please refrain from cutting in?”

No.

Is it a fact that I am being squeezed out like a commodity?

“Are we going to fight now that we’ve come this far?”

Of course, Elijah is not the type to easily let such remarks slide.

As the guy’s expression turned fierce with his temperature rising to the point, a sage clapped his hands, drawing everyone’s attention to himself.

“Come on, let’s not do that.”

The guy who spoke with a relaxed attitude continued, smiling.

“After all, it’s already agreed upon that we all share that person, and it’s not like it wears out from continuous use.”

No.

Wears out…

Even though such a desperate thought briefly crossed my mind, the sage ignored it and added another sentence.

“Then why don’t we all stick together and do it all at once?”

“…”

Why does it have to end like this?

Fortunately, it was clear that I wasn’t the only one who disagreed with such a conclusion.

“…No, I mean, cutting in is something you guys-“

Although Paynol responded with a playful tone, the sage approached subtly, hinting at something.

It was evident that he was scheming something secretive.

“Let’s not be so extreme. Can you lend me your ear for a moment?”

The sage approached Paynol and whispered something in his ear.

I’m not sure what he said, but Paynol’s expression, going through surprise and hesitation, eventually showed a sign of understanding.

“…If you’ve prepared even that, there’s no helping it.”

“Right? Then let’s do it together ♥”

“…”

What the heck.

What on earth.

“Honestly, I’m not sure about anything else, but should we start by squeezing Mr. Dowd?”

“…”

And our hero, no matter what anyone said, had been incessantly spewing out beastly words since a while ago.

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It’s a total mess.

It was clear that the situation was beyond common sense to the extent that the thought suddenly crossed my mind.

First of all, the fact that I didn’t even consider coming down while my body was floating in mid-air was a sign of that.

What’s supporting my floating body is the mage’s magic. I have no idea how someone can do this in someone else’s mind, but it must be a guy who can even go back in time.

And while floating in mid-air like that, his entire body is densely attached to a woman.

Resembling a victim being devoured in a zombie movie.

Of course, the difference is.

Rather than being torn apart, he is receiving an overwhelming amount of ‘service’ as a person, happening in real-time.

“-Huff, haa-“

“-Hmm, uhmm-“

As the foundation of the empire,

They, with an unusually mesmerizing gaze, each cradle one of his feet, lavishly licking it.

Performing gestures that are considered absolute submission from the lord, they are naturally and effortlessly carrying them out.

Body, mind, I offer them to you.

As they continue to make such declarations with their gestures, what’s attached to the side of his upper body is Elia and Fainol.

In a relationship where they subtly bicker, now clinging to him cautiously, the duo delicately lick his nipples.

Rhythmically, as if to stimulate his senses, the women before you seem to cheer with affection, fulfilling everyone’s desires well, slowly and with a sticky sensation, licking.

It feels like being licked all over the body.

How infatuated these women must be with him in order to abandon all dignity and everything else just to please him and make him feel good with all their heart and soul.

In such a situation, a man who does not swell his ego crazily is unlikely to exist anywhere in the world.

And in such a state, the mage is attached to the genitals, skillfully running his tongue over the glans.

“-♥”

Compared to the others, with an especially mesmerizing gaze, they look up at him, their mouths full, skillfully probing the back with their tongues, fully confident in each action.

While the others can’t resist the overflowing desire and naturally burst out, here, every action feels filled with conviction.

Knowing exactly how to satisfy Dowd, they seem to already know everything and act accordingly.

Even though he has experienced countless sexual encounters so far, Dowd’s uncontrollable moans, as if in sympathy, prove that such conviction is not wrong.

“Ah- ha-“

Taking a breath, the mage, who had removed his mouth from his genitals, immediately lowered his tongue to put the testicles in his mouth and rolled them around skillfully.

With a face full of happy laughter, the woman, whose face was filled with an enchanting smile, uttered a sentence with a clear meaning, though unclear pronunciation, in a softly spoken voice.

“Darling, you need to make lots and lots of baby seeds, my dear ♥”

With eyes so seductive that they could all be seen as pupils, the woman, with a slow, heated breath placed on the testicles to ensure ample heat transfer, continued.

“Everyone here, all of them, want to receive your seed at this opportunity. So, please give it your all so that no one feels left out ♥”

Saying that, they kissed deeply.

As if yielding to ‘here’, Ki poured out his sincere affection filled with passion several times.

“…I’ll try my best…”

Dowd, struggling with the pleasure coursing through his whole body, managed to speak, sweating profusely.

It was only a mere attempt to answer without being too blunt.

‘…Can I handle this?’

The feeling… was pleasant.

The heat emanating from the pair of eyes surrounding his entire body was truly unsettling.

One could say that the determination to see it through to the end, even if it meant dying here, was very earnestly conveyed.

Perhaps, one could consider his body, which was floating in the air, tilting slightly, as a signal flare.

“-Then.”

And in that state, Fenol, who had clearly endured until now, raised himself, his eyes shining brightly.

In the background, a viscous liquid was pouring out almost like a flood.

“First, I will enjoy this meal-♡”

The following insertion was indeed prompt.

With the warm sensation rising through his lower body, Dowd’s face contorted.

What to call it. Surely, the demons themselves, coming from the future, might be hungry, but here, the feeling was much more… ‘starved’.

He understood he wasn’t proficient. Though he wouldn’t admit it himself, with Dowd squeezing himself dozens of times a day, he had acquired quite a lot of skill, which might be a fair assessment.

However, there was a strong determination in every gesture to somehow receive affection from him.

“Ha, haa-“

In reality, what was visible in his eyes was not just sexual excitement but a kind of ‘achievement’.

It felt like finally getting something one had long desired, that kind of feeling.

“-Do you have any idea how difficult it has been for you, Mr. Dowd?”

“Hmm?”

The following words probably followed that context.

“So much, like raising a person’s spirits, the appealing scent, like that, like that-“

“…”

“Now, like this, as I desire, as I please-“

Saying so, Fenol bowed deeply and deeply kissed him.

“-Because I can make it mine.”

“…”

What did he say that made him so pleased?

Dowd replied calmly with a wry smile.

“Eat as you wish. It’s all yours.”

“…—♥♥♥♥!!!”

Upon hearing that response, a surge of heat could be felt emanating from Fenol’s whole body.

It was a feeling that clearly conveyed how excited he had become with just a few words.

The issue is.

It’s a fact that it’s not just one or two people who would get excited upon hearing such words.

“-U-uh?”

Lucien and Yuria, who were lying on the floor in a daze, simultaneously sat up.

Perhaps he felt the turbulence of energy stirring nearby.

“I’ll do it too-!”

With those words, Dowd’s head spun as he caught sight of the white devil abruptly raising its head.

Ah, right.

Being here wasn’t the end of it…

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