The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

"Does the so-called super romantic and perfect date place refer to this, Aya?" Lasputin whispered with a grateful heart, gently stroking the beautiful pink tree with his hand. . Indeed, for her, under this big pink tree is one of the most important places in her life.

On the desert island, she failed to complete her confession, that was her biggest regret since she was born. And now, there is finally a chance to make up for this regret. This time, she will never fail again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Lasputin's heart began to beat violently. The feeling was almost as if it was about to pop out of his chest, exactly the same as the one on the desert island.

Now, she is about to make another confession that was not completed at that time. Looking at Ulysses standing in front of her, recalling what happened in the past few months, her mood was unprecedentedly nervous.

Strong strength, gentle personality, never actively bullying and despising girls, and very caring for children... Now Ulysses, compared with her expectations, has not changed in any way. And she seemed to love him more than when she was on the desert island.

Although, on that pink night, after she took the initiative to overthrow Ulysses, she also expressed her love. However, failing to confess under this pink tree is still a regret she will never forget.

"Huh!" After taking a deep breath, Lasputin tidyed up her hair, turning all excitement, excitement, and expectation into confession determination. She wants to complete the unfinished confession under this pink tree.

"Ulysses, in your eyes, what kind of girl am I?" The same question as before the confession on the desert island, but now Lasputin is less shy and more confident. Still look forward to. Although, that white and tender face is still red, like a lovely apple.

"Hey! Lasputin, why do you suddenly ask this?" Ulysses asked inexplicably, not aware of Lasputin's expectation and excitement.

"..." Lasputin didn't answer Ulysses' question directly, but with those green eyes, looking at him with a look of bewilderment enthusiastically and expectantly, some of his red faces couldn't tell. Shame.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Ulysses really felt Lasputin's desire to get an answer. After thinking about it for a while, he bluntly stated his impression of Lasputin:

"Lasputin, you are a very strong, very strong girl. No matter who the enemy is, you are absolutely not afraid, and you can correctly judge the battle situation. Such a talent, I have always been envious. Compared to me, you More like a seventh-level powerhouse..."

"..." Lasputin still didn't answer, but stared at Ulysses quietly, with a strange smile in his eyes. Because she knew that, like last time, Ulysses would always put what she wanted to hear to the end, which is really a bad habit for girls.

"Of course, you are also very cute... beautiful girl. It feels to me, how do you say it, although you are younger than me, but you have the smell of sister, giving people a very gentle feeling. I, last time , I’m so sorry... I’ve never apologized to you properly, I’m too rude..." Looking at Lasputin’s turquoise eyes like lake water, Ulysses could no longer hide anything, and returned the guilt in his heart. There was a hint of admiration, and it all came out.

It's stupid, but for him, this is already the limit. When will he hear the words "I like you" in his mouth? Looking at Ulysses who was also blushing, Lasputin smiled lightly, trot and walked to Ulysses, then stretched out his hands and hugged his body.

Although she was very shy, even though her face was so hot that she couldn't get hot anymore, Lasputin spoke out. She hugged Ulysses and stretched her head to his ears, and gently said her dream:

"Ulysses, can you hear me say a word? You don't need to give me an answer right after listening, but I hope you can listen to my words. Because it took me all my courage. Dare to say this sentence. In fact, this sentence should have been said long, long ago. Do you remember the time I asked you out on the desert island?"

"Bang! Bang!" Being hugged like this, Ulysses' heartbeat was also rapidly accelerating, but he still heard the sweet whisper of Lasputin.

Indeed, on that desert island, Lasputin said almost exactly the same thing, but she was attacked by that strange tree without finishing her words...

"Now, please listen carefully. What I didn't finish talking at that time is that-I like you, Ulysses. I like you, I like you to the point where you can't look back, and I like it to the point where you can't forget it. Here In the world, you are the only person I like, and I will no longer like anyone except you. In this world, you are my only love! I love you... I love you more than anyone in the world... …" Along with Lasputin's gentle voice, she hugged tightly, as if she absolutely didn't want to let go.

As if responding to Lasputin's confession, a breeze blew by, and the flowers on the big pink tree began to drift gently. It fell on the ground, in the lake, and on the two of them, as if someone was blessing them.

"..." Ulysses didn't know what expression to use at this time. Faced with this girl who likes himself, loves himself, and gave her pure body, he can't refuse, but there is no way to truly respond to her love. For him now, who has not given up his dream of a priest, the word love is too heavy.

"Finally I said it, Ulysses! You don't need to worry, because I don't need an answer." Looking at Ulysses with a bewildered face, Lasputin smiled softly, and then said His own lips were sent up.

It was still that kind of green and gentle kiss, but it made people feel extremely warm. Needless to say, Ulysses could feel Lasputin's care for him. She must know his troubles, so she didn't need his answer.

She really is a gentle and kind girl. However, it was precisely because of that kindness that made him feel more guilty. He had nothing but a little power from the demon king Astaroth, only the simple dream of becoming a priest. Such him can't give any girl happiness at all!

"Yeah!" After finishing the kiss that represented her own heart, Lasputin licked her lips intently. She was a little dissatisfied with her kissing technique. Aside from other people, even Helen seems to be much better than her, and she seems to have to learn from Aya.

The correct method of intimacy with the boy you like is also very important for girls. For her always serious, she wants to do her best even if she is affectionate.

"Lasputin, I'm sorry!" By now, Ulysses couldn't find any words to comfort Lasputin.

"No! No! Ulysses, you don’t need to come and apologize to me. Everything is my initiative, don’t you? You don’t even know what love is. In this respect, you are indeed younger than me. Something. However, a little bit is required for proper compensation!" Lasputin said seriously, but afterwards, there seemed to be a smile on her mouth, as if she was expecting something.

"Compensation?" Ulysses' body trembled, and he intuitively told him that he might do something that didn't meet his intentions again.

"The gentle and romantic confession is over, and I have no regrets. Then, according to common sense, after the confession is over, it is warm and affection..." Recalling the lines Aya taught him, Lasputin has The urge to laugh, but on the surface he still said solemnly.

"No! How could there be such a thing! After confession, get intimacy, what kind of common sense is this..."

"Ah, where's the common sense? I think about it..." Lasputin smiled softly, and while applying a little force, pressed Ulysses in his arms to the ground.

Lasputin, who suppressed Ulysses with his body, smiled slightly, her short black hair exuded a little bit of starlight, and her moist cherry lips carried a clear and gentle amorous feelings, which was close to clarity. The transparent green eyes exude a dreamlike charm.

Across the clothes, you can feel her plump and round breasts. Probably no one can ignore the soft, elastic and beautiful touch. Even Ulysses who was desperately suppressing his desires was the same.

Desire, as if the desire to burn all of his body, swept Ulysses' whole body again. He almost became familiar with this situation. If Lasputin didn't give up her request, on his own, it would be almost impossible to suppress such flames of desire.

However, Lasputin's hand, unconsciously, had already begun to gently untie his clothes. Under this pink tree, her white and tender skin appeared more delicate, her eyes that were so clear began to become shy and blurred, and her white teeth bit her cherry lips lightly. Such a shy state, more than any emotional language, makes Ulysses's desire to burn crazily...