Domestic Mammon

"... Miyamoto!"

Seeing the sudden pink-purple smoke surrounding Sakuraki Miyamoto, Mamon immediately yelled nervously.Ten years of bazooka can be used in the original world, who knows what will happen in this world!Besides, a name like "Mini Hardcover Edition" sounds unreliable...

No one answered him, and the smoke hadn't cleared yet, and Mamon could only see a faint figure among them.Although I can't see clearly, it should be Sakuraki Miyamoto ten years later.

"Mamon?" The hoarse voice sounded very lazy.

"It's me." Mamon pulled the brim of his hat and stepped forward.

"This place was ten years ago." The tone was unusually positive.

"……Yes."

The smoke had completely dissipated, and Mamon finally saw the appearance of Sakuraki Miyamoto ten years later: she was sitting on her side with one hand propped up, and the other casually resting on her bare thigh.She was only wearing a loose white bathrobe, which had been pulled down to her waist by someone, and there were sporadic hickey marks on the softness of her chest.The long black hair, which is different from that of a girl, is scattered behind her head in a mess, and the face similar to ten years ago has an abnormal blush...

Mamun was a normal man. Although his size made it easy for others to overlook this, it was undeniable that he had the common sense of a normal man.

The appearance of this person in front of him is obviously the appearance of someone who has just experienced some discordant movements!

For some reason, Mamon's mood suddenly turned bad.There is a feeling of being touched by someone's private property, and...anger.Such a mood was never experienced even when Balian was blackmailed by Bell and the others.

"You..." Mamon wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Sakuraki Miyamoto.

"Do you have tissues?"

Mamon cooperatively lowered a pack of tissues and saw Miyamoto Sakura took a few out of it, then stood up and wiped off the milky white liquid that was slowly flowing out from the base of her thighs, even including the accidental drips while sitting. A few drops on the ground.

Realizing what Miyamoto Sakuraki had done, Mamon's face turned dark again, and he could clearly feel that an emotion called tyranny was slowly growing in his heart.

"Looks like it's a good thing to bother you!" He sneered.

"...That's true." Miyamoto Sakura shrugged indifferently, then walked towards Mamon, reached out to hug him, and said with nostalgia, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for a long time. You look like this now. The corners of the third mouth are still the same cute."

Pressed against by the unique softness of women, Mamon froze and quickly recovered.

"Put me down."

The strong masculine aura on Sakuraki Miyamoto made him extremely uncomfortable, although he didn't know what caused this emotion.

"No." Sakuraki Miyamoto flatly refused, "I haven't seen the baby version of you for a long time, so it won't matter if I hold you for a while. At worst, go back and pay you..." The last sentence became He muttered inaudibly.

Another baby!Damn Alcbareno!Damn the curse!

Once again, Mammon hated her size deeply.

Without even thinking about it, he broke free from Miyamoto Sakuraki's embrace and jumped to the desk beside him.

"Mamon, you can't escape." Sakuraki Miyamoto squinted her eyes, and then rushed over quickly, "I'm still very confident in dealing with you ten years ago."

Mamon snorted, and also quickly jumped away.The two people, one big and one small, just played a chasing game in the room.

Crack—a cup fell down,

Mamon was taken aback when he heard the sound, and was thrown onto the bed by Sakuraki Miyamoto.

"Hmph, are you still running away?"

"What do you want..." The voice stopped abruptly.

Mamon watched as Sakuraki Miyamoto pulled off his little purple cloak, and then kissed him... on the face.

Seeing the shock in Mamoo's eyes, Sakuraki Miyamoto felt very fulfilled.Hmm, it's really fun to be Mamon from ten years ago, the old ♂ virgin and so on are pure love...

Boom—pink-purple smoke appeared on time, and it was 5 minutes.

"I'm leaving." Sakuraki Miyamoto glanced at Mamon's still shocked expression from the corner of his eye, then leaned over and kissed him on the other side of the face, "Then, goodbye."

The smoke slowly dissipated, and Sakuraki Miyamoto from ten years ago came back.

"Miyamoto!" Mamon shouted out of some unknown state of mind, then quickly adjusted his expression, and asked with concern, "How are you?"

"Well, it's nothing." Miyamoto Sakura sat up with her hands supporting herself, stared at him with some doubts, then looked around suspiciously, and asked, "By the way, Mamon-chan. Just now... ...did something happen?"

Mamun glanced at the overturned teacup and the paper towels scattered on the floor, paused slightly when his eyes moved past a slightly wet spot, then turned to the messy bed, and said in a very calm voice: "Ah, nothing."

lie!

Mamon was sure that he saw these two bright words from Sakuraki Miyamoto's eyes, but it had no effect on him.He adjusted his expression and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Who did you meet ten years from now?"

Only the weak can avoid problems, and he has never been a weak person. Since someone wants to covet his private property, he must think about the consequences, and he will not let such a person exist.

Potential crises must be killed in advance!

The people of Balian never, ever need violence.

"Why do you ask this?" Sakuraki Miyamoto gave him a strange look, then thought for a while and replied, "I only saw a man naked♂naked♀...speaking of it, his voice is a bit like yours ...the hair color is similar too... Hey, Mamon-chan, why are you blushing?"

So, after tossing for a long time, that person is actually me?

Mamon was a little dazed, thinking of Miyamoto Sakuraki's appearance after an obvious orgasm ten years later, the blush on his face couldn't fade away no matter what.

"Hey, it seems to be more red!"

"To shut up."

"..."

Mamun turned her head proudly, "You are dazzled."

"how is this possible……"

"Ok?"

"Okay, I'm dazzled..."

"..."

"Actually, after all, that person is you, so you are shy, Mamon-chan, aren't you..."

"..." Unexpectedly, it was hit.

"You're really shy!" His eyes were clear.

"...That's not the case!"