The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

"Call ...... call ...... call ......" green hair spread out on the bed, breathing Hydra gasped, she has in mind is not clear that this is how many times and Ulysses affectionate. Her hands, body, and hair were all stained with golden transparent liquid.

Under the shining of the magic lamp, the golden liquid on her white and tender skin exuded an unusual luster, which looked like amber.

Although she has an immortal body, the immortal body does not seem to have much effect when doing such things. Under Ulysses' fierce attack, she too would feel unbearable. But Ulysses seemed to be getting better and better. From the sleepy expression when I first saw him, to the aggressive expression that seemed to rush from the bottom to the top. Same as the peak.

"I'm sorry, Hydra." Seeing Hydra in the form of a beautiful girl who seemed to be unable to move his fingers, Ulysses lowered his head. After fully venting the wild desire in his heart, he was completely awake.

This is the sin he has to face, this is the sin he cannot escape, the sin of desire.

"Ha...ha...what are you apologizing for? Ulysses." Hydra really didn't understand what Ulysses was thinking. This was obviously a very happy thing.

Although it was a shame to be immobile, but the joy and happiness that she felt when making intimacy was a very, very pleasant feeling. She was about to fall in love with this feeling. Especially when the two sides reach the highest peak together, the feeling that the body is filled with hot things is really amazing.

She could clearly feel that her body was cheering for that feeling, and even the recovery speed of those damaged cores had accelerated a lot. It is definitely a very, very pleasant thing to have **** with Ulysses. She has no dissatisfaction at all, it should be said that she is very, very looking forward to...

"I..." Ulysses was speechless. There really wasn't the slightest dissatisfaction in Hydra's eyes. In those beautiful purple eyes, the joy and excitement after the **** are filled. No matter how she looked at it, she didn't have any "disgusting" eyes.

As a result, it was only himself who was full of guilt and disgust... He did not understand Hydra's thoughts. Obviously he treated her so rudely just now, ravaged her, even did unforgivable things, and soiled her body.

Obviously he did such a despicable, evil thing. But why, she doesn't care?

"What weird things are you thinking about? Ulysses, you are my partner, as long as this is enough." Hydra regained some strength and patted Ulysses on the shoulder. She didn't want to see him in such a weird look, because he was more aggressive with her just now.

"Partner..." Ulysses sighed. At that time, was he the right choice?

He doesn't know if he loves Hydra, but Hydra seems to like him very much, but he clearly understands it.

"Hmm...Ulysses, you..." I don't know when, Hydra fell asleep. Perhaps it was because she was in her lair, or because Ulysses was beside him, she slept very soundly, this was the first time Ulysses saw her so cute.

After hesitating for a while, Ulysses carefully took out a white towel from the dark dimension space, wiped off the golden liquid on Hydra, and then took out another white blanket and gently covered her. Body.

"Dad." At some point, Helen came to Ulysses' side. His eyes were as clear as ever, as if nothing had happened.

"Helen? Sorry, I asked you to come with me, but I didn't accompany you well. Isn't it boring." Ulysses said to Helen with some guilt. Today, he really disappointed Helen.

"No, just stay with Dad." Helen shook her head, then fell into Ulysses' arms.

"Well, Helen is a good boy..." Ulysses gently stroked Helen's long silver hair, and it was great not to let her see the bad side just now. If she saw it, he would be just a dirty and lustful beast in her eyes.

Such a side should not appear in front of this innocent child. For her, that kind of thing is too early.

"Dad, do you like Helen?" Lying in the arms of Ulysses, Helen closed her eyes and asked the question she had asked once.

"I like it, of course I like it." Ulysses held Helen's body in his arms and said the exact same answer as that time.

"I like Dad too, I like it the most. Dad, will I like Helen in the future? No matter what Helen does." Helen gently hugged Ulysses' back, feeling the familiar taste.

"Helen is a good boy. No matter what you do, I will forgive you." Ulysses' fingers stroked Helen's face, and a strange touch came from the tips of his fingers. It seems, something wet. But when Ulysses looked closely, he found nothing.

A faint flame flashed on Helen's right hand, and it was it that destroyed her weak evidence. She won't let her father see her so weak, and now, as long as she can be with her father like this, she is already satisfied.

Yes, as long as she can be together; for her, being with her father is the greatest happiness.

Even if you see that kind of thing, it's okay to hear that kind of sound. It's nothing compared to the pain and discomfort of not being with my father. Compared with the way I can't see my father, when I can't hear my father's voice, this bit of pain, this bit of pain, is nothing!

Only here, only by her father's side, is where she wants to go, where she wants to stay, where she wants to stay together all the time.

If, this place is gone, dad is gone...

Then, it doesn't matter if this world is destroyed! There is no need for a world without a father!

...

Ulysses was thinking, thinking about the most important things for him, his ideals, and his future.

Love and being loved are just one word difference, but they are completely different feelings.

Did he love Hydra just now? Does he love her when the body is united with each other, as if even the body and mind are connected together?

He didn't understand, he had never understood a thing like love, and even doubted whether it existed more than once. Once, after he thought he had a pious belief, there was no need to think about that.

However, it doesn’t seem to be that simple. Lasputin, Mihalu, Aya, Angela, Hydra, these girls who have been intimate with him, taught him a lot of things he had never thought about before, and hadn’t realized it. thing.

This feeling of being filled with something in his chest and entangled in something, could it be "love" that he has never understood.

Although he has never actively loved other people (only refers to the love of men and women), he is loved by others, the mysterious Aya, the reserved Lasputin, and the innocent Mihalu, burning like a flame. Angela, the mighty Hydra, they are all very beautiful and charming women. In addition, they all had unusual intimacy with him.

If, if he had never had the ideal of a priest, if he hadn't sworn an oath to become a servant of a **** who could help people, he might have made a choice long ago.

However, the past will not change, and God has no way to let time flow backward. His hard work since childhood, countless prayers in the church, and even the failure of three consecutive priest exams have given him a strong belief. That belief, until now, until now, has never been given up by him.

It is impossible to choose, and it is impossible to choose. Two completely different roads intersected into a strange spiral, which continued to extend to the future in front of him. It is not parallel lines, nor cross lines, but a spiral trajectory that is entangled with each other, and no one touches anyone, but together spreading toward the unknown world.

To choose, or not to choose... Ulysses didn't know what to do. For the first time, he was deeply confused about his future. The intertwined spiral track is the best embodiment of his inner world.

So tired, if, if you can go back to the time when you don’t need to consider this choice; if, at that time, you didn’t get the Book of the Demon King. For some reason, Ulysses suddenly had such an idea, and couldn't stop thinking about it at first.

If, that day, he did not choose to go for a walk on the beach but to go with Kanka; if he did not fail the priest exam; if he could learn those difficult priestly required courses earlier...

An unrealistic desire, an impossible desire, sprouted in Ulysses’s heart...