Count
We made up our minds and opened the final boss room of the unexplored SSS dungeon.
"Master! It's a devil! It's also a Count!"
As soon as Shiro enters the final boss room, she appraises the enemy with her appraisal eye.
"Geh! And then there are two Viscounts and five Barons, making it a total of eight. It's dangerous..."
I also confirmed it with my appraisal skill.
“"t’s okay! It's not some devil from another world like Father!
It's a native devil just like Surt-san!"
"I guess we can handle it then."
I feel relieved as I remember the female devil Surt.
"Ohohohohoho! We were looked down!"
The muscled, fleshy, devil Count Daruma seemed to have heard our conversation, and replied in his own words.
"I know! In this world, the native devils are disappointing!"
"I don't know about that. Well, it's true that I've been criticized recently, but I'm different from the native devils around here."
The devil Count did not lose his relaxed attitude.
[Shiro. Let's get this over with!]
I think in my head.
My thoughts went straight to Shiro.
This is very useful during battles.
"5th rank fire attribute magic, inferno!"
I suddenly fire a 5th rank magic at the devil.
Then, one after another, Shiro sends out threads that are stronger than Mithril at the devil that was burning, and tries to cut it in a circle like a boiled egg is cut with a string.
But,
"Master! I can't cut it!"
"What!"
"Fuu!"
The muscular devil Count sends out the inferno flames with his snort.
Indeed, Shiro's thread, which is stronger than Mithril, is wrapped around the native devil like a boneless ham.
However, perhaps the Touki wrapped around the native devil was stronger than Shiro's thread, it was completely unbreakable.
"This isn’t at the 4S level!"
"Who is 4S?"
The devil Count grins.
"Master! The enemy's status has changed!"
"What did you say!"
Name: Muscle Mass Man
Race: Native devil (Beelzebub Clan) lvl. 75
Title: Follower of the devil Beelzebub from another world
Skills: Charm, Training, Love Preacher
Strength 3000
HP 2800
MP 5100
"What! 3000 strength, it is the same as Ori Hime!"
"It easily exceeded our MP!"
"That’s even better than us!"
Snap*!
Devil Count Muscle Mass Man tears Shiro's threads with his strong muscles.
Seriously, this is dangerous.
The status is completely different from the one I saw earlier.
He was hiding his true status from us.
It's in bad taste.
"We're doing the same thing, though."
Shiro hit a sore spot.
Certainly, hiding our status is our number one priority.
If the enemy were to do what we were doing, the damage is huge.
Or rather, a follower of the devil Beelzebub from another world?
"Master, Beelzebub is the Lord of the Flies, right..."
"Yeah. He's the second biggest devil in the ranking after Satan..."
"Does it know Father?"
"Even if they were acquaintances, Beelzebub is of a higher rank, so his subordinates must be something!"
"What are we going to do? Should we mention Father's name?"
"Just say it. If we continue like this, we'll be raped by them..."
The native devils led by Devil Count Muscle Mass Man are full of motivation.
All of them took off their pants and underwear, and their thick, long, lumpy c*cks were shaking.
"Master, the devils’ rods are as lumpy as corn!"
"It has pearls in it."
"I think there's a limit to how much pearls you can put in there. Even if you insert something like that, it will only hurt the woman!"
"Certainly……"
However, there is nothing we can do.
They are of a higher rank than Blackbeard.
At least if I had the muscle power I had when I worked out for a thousand years in the Room of Spirit and Time.......
"I'll do whatever I can do!
If I give up, that's the end!"
Thump*!
"Ouch!"
In an instant, the Muscle Mass Man moved in front of me and delivered a brutal punch to my solar plexus.
Even though I took the opportunity to say something nice...
"Master!"
Shiro shouts.
"No use, no use, no use, no use, no useーー! My abilities are so different from you guys!
Be quiet and become our M slave!"
Muscle Mass Man says this while shaking his big, thick c*ck up and down.
"Please stop it! We are related to the devil Amaimon from another world!"
Shiro clung to Muscle Man's leg while crying.
Muscle Man's big c*ck looks in pain as it collides against Shiro's head.
"Then you're definitely our enemy!"
An unexpected answer.
An enemy?
Since they were fellow devils, weren't they friends?
In my opinion, I thought Amaimon was Beelzebub's servant or something, even if they weren't on the same level.
"Why……"
"Now that I know that you're Amaimon's relative, I can't let you live anymore.
I was thinking of training you as a slave and keeping you, but I had no choice but to play with you for a while and then kill you.''
How did this happen?
Didn't he say that if we were in trouble on the southern continent, if we mentioned the name of the devil Amaimon from another world, things would be resolved...
Amaimon, you bastard, you're just saying nonsense!
"Stop!"
Shiro is being taken away by the Muscle Man's subordinates, and her clothes are being stripped off.
In the same way, the Muscle Man forcedly take off my pants.
Apparently, Muscle Man likes men.
"Ara! The skin cover is so cute!"
I want to die already.
Muscle Man jerks off that huge curved c*ck in front of me, making it even bigger.
"How is it, my banana. It looks delicious, doesn't it?"
It's bigger than Blackbeard's.
And it looks cool.
And then, finally, the Devil Count Muscle Man was about to insert his lumpy, corn-like c*ck into my anus, and that's when that person appeared.
A devil girl with vacant eyes, wearing a maid's outfit, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
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