I, Sakura Matou, the third seat of Chasing Fire!

She was as quiet as a dead thing.

Or the former fallen angel Yuma Amano has long since died, and what remains in that body now is Yuma Amano who exists as a tool.

Sometimes it is easy to kill a person, so easy that people can do that "bloody" thing with a happy mood.

"Does Sakura-sama have any plans?"

Nestled in Sakura's arms, Belfast raised his head, his blue eyes reflected Sakura's face.

She was longing for something, something that even a maid could do.

Not only to prepare delicious black tea and sweet pastries for his master, but also to stay here and take care of the family.

She wanted to do more, to be more helpful to her Master.

She wants to stain her pure whiteness with the blood of the enemy, and remove obstacles for her master, even if it is only some trivial obstacles. "Have you figured it out?"

Sakura looked at her with incomparably gentle eyes.

Her hand stroking her hair gradually stopped, and she held the delicate face of her maid.

"Be prepared to be stained with blood with me, not just blood, but also curses from the weak, boring slanders, and the possibility of death in the end?"

"Tell me, are you really ready?"

Words are sometimes powerless, and Sakura knows this very well.

And her maid gave her an answer with actions, her lips were kissed, her lips were bitten, this maid of hers stained her pure white with her blood.

At this moment her smile is so beautiful, crazy and sick.

And so is Sakura.

Crazy laughs, joyful laughs, and crazy laughs.....

She has long been a monster in human skin.

66. Disobedient Miss Maid

Sitting on the edge of the island, Sakura supported her cheek with one hand, quietly looking at the black mud under her feet that was active because of her arrival.

dark light in

Sakura's hands emerged, and then slowly fell down, like stardust.

Joy, gratitude, and love.

Accepting the feelings given to her by the life she created, Sakura smiled slightly.

"Grow up quickly."

"Okay, Mom will wait here."

She looked at the active black mud below, and her gentle smile was more like a mother's.

That is indeed his own child, after all, it is a new life created by his own power.

She is the mother, and Belfast is her mother, and as for Nyarlathotep...  

She is considered a sister.

There will be Belfast because the existence of this child is a fantasy creation based on Belfast as the ship's mother.

She has already thought of the name.

It's called Egil~

She can't wait for the birth of this new life~

"grown ups."

The sound of footsteps coming slowly, the respectful tone tinged with fear.

"Oh, it's you."

Sakura turned her head and looked at Amano Yuuma behind her.

The clothed tool looks somewhat human.

"Sit down next to me."

"Yes."

Without the slightest resistance, it was like an obedient tool.

Touching the dark hair, smelling the faint fragrance.

The ambiguous behavior did not make Yuma Amano feel the slightest joy, only deep fear flowed in her heart.

She is afraid of Sakura's existence, and because of her fear, she deeply fears her and obeys her.

Xuefeng was pinched hard, cherry was pulled, the physical pain was so clear, but she gritted her teeth, biting hard, using this method to prevent herself from wailing in pain.

She knew that her master didn't like that sound.

And she also knows that as a tool, she is being used as a tool at will and can't make the slightest complaint.

The pain continued, with no intention of stopping.

Her pretty face was pale, without any trace of rosiness.

Her cheeks were twitching slightly. Although she wanted to curl up her body to relieve the pain, she didn't dare. She could only forcefully support her body, allowing herself and her own body to bear the pain.

"Are you hating me?"

The sudden words were accompanied by a breath hitting the earlobe.

The already pale face seemed to have been drained of all the blood at this moment, turning into a frighteningly pale face.

"I do not have!"

A trembling tone, a voice raised with fear.

"Oh?"

Sakura just smiled, her smile was a bit playful, the hands that were playing with Yuma Amano had stopped and turned into gentle caressing, stroking the skin that was red because of herself, the skin that was trembling because of the pain she caused her Body.

"Is it really?"

Sakura narrowed her eyes and looked at the thing in front of her with a smile.

And she nodded her head vigorously, the lips that were not bitten and bleeding were so gorgeous.

With a pale face and cherry red lips, Yuma Amano at this moment has a trembling charm in Sakura's eyes.

“Really good”

She smiled softly, and the hand touching that cheek was so gentle.

The gentle touch seems to be able to warm people's hearts, but Yuuma Amano only feels cold, and she only hopes that her master will not pinch her neck and use force.

She wants to live, she just wants to live!

Even live like a dog.

Her wings have been broken violently, and now she is just a wingless bird.

No, no, she is a dog, a tool.

You can be played with and trampled on at will, as long as you can survive!

Sakura saw that funny heart.

The finger gently poked Yuma Amano's heart, basically separated by a lot of useless fat and skin, but the poking of the finger seemed to be poking directly on her heart.

pain!it hurts!

The eyes turned to reveal the white eyes, the arched body, and the tightly stretched legs all expressed the pain that Yuma Amano was suffering at the moment.

The water soaked the black and white skirt, irrigating the grass beneath her.

It's just torture.

"Really, I haven't played enough yet."

Aggrieved tone, aggrieved expression, but Sakura still looked at Amano Yuma who was unconscious with a smile.

She pinched the other's face, exerting a little force,

It was a pleasant tone, but it was only fleeting.

A little boring.

She dropped the Yuma Amano in her hand, like dropping a piece of trash.

rubbish, and her lovely child wouldn't enjoy the rubbish.

"Congratulations, you survived."

Like a blessing, or a curse.

But Yuma Amano survived, as a tool, a toy, she survived successfully.

It was just a way to pass the time for Sakura, but she had a lot of fun.

I already have a wingless angel, so should I play with my next target?

Dye the pure white wings with deep black, let the holy angel fall into the desire for himself?

It's a boring world with lots of fun toys.

Demons, angels, dragons, vampires, holy spirits, and even ordinary but interesting humans.

Sakura has many choices and a lot of time.

Angel isn't necessarily her next target, either.

She was sitting on a chair, drinking steaming black tea, Pearl was lying in her arms, this lovely child was nestled against her chest, with her eyes closed, she fell asleep like a lovely child.

Putting down the black tea, Sakura puffed her cheeks slightly and looked at the smiling maid beside her.

Why can't my maid just understand people's language?

What he said was normal black tea, but he came again!

"Master Sakura, is there any dissatisfaction?"

"you said?"

Sakura smiled, but that smile was not normal no matter how you looked at it.

Lungominiad speeded up her eating. It has been a while since she was a member of this place. Although she has not been dragged into the room by Sakura to play with her to the point where she can't take care of herself, she has somewhat understood this. Features of the family.

Should be able to be called a family, right?

It's weird at times, but most of the time it's harmonious.

Well, don't think about it so much now.

Miss Belfast started to play tricks again, although I don't know what she added to Sakura's black tea, but Miss Belfast will definitely be taught a hard lesson by Sakura!

Indeed, she has seen it now.

Belfast replaced Purno's original position, and the little guy who was awakened stared blankly at his elder sister who roughly took off the slender skirt, revealing Belfast's upturned buttocks.

He raised his palm, and then lowered it forcefully.

Accompanied by the crisp sound, the maid who was already out of order blushed, she clenched her teeth tightly, enjoying the whipping of pain and pleasure.

Perno puffed up her cheeks, and Rungomigniad remained silent.

Get used to this kind of thing.

67. The Dominated Demon

Kiryu Lanhua.

An ordinary female high school student in Kuoh Academy.

Loves all kinds of eroge-related topics, and in the eyes of others, Kiryu Lanhua is an alien who is incompatible with normal women.

Even among men she looked very strange.