Editing Shinmai Maou no Keiyakusha:Volume 12 Chapter 1 (section)

==Part 6==

In answering the lewd demand, Toujou Basara began his vow with Hasegawa Chisato.
First and foremost, in pursuit of that the clothing they had on became an obstacle.
—But just stripping them off like normal is meaningless.
Especially since what Hasegawa desired is of the most extreme taboo.
As such, Basara tried ripping off Hasegawa’s clothes with his own hands right there… But he caught himself and stopped his hands. Using brute force isn’t the only way to ravage a woman.
Therefore he decided to use a “tool”.
It’s the item he used when he was retraining Hasegawa’s wrists with the bandages earlier—scissors. Basara’s hands reached for the scissors, slipping his fingers through the handle for holding it, he opened the blade.
“….Ah…”
Hasegawa gulped down as she noticed the metal blade in Basara’s hand. She surely understood what was going to be done to her from here on out.
Therefore Basara did just that.
There’s a deep slit on both sides of Hasegawa’s miniskirt. It’s two ends are held together by three pieces of crossed fabric. Basara placed the scissors’ blade between the two lowest pieces of fabric.
“…”
“…”
For a short while, he and Hasegawa stared at each other—then, in that position, he slowly closed the blades of the scissors.
He then pushed down with his hands at the part where it touched the fabric.
With a metallic sound, as he moved to cut it, the scissors followed the motion of Basara’s hands, and the fabric holding Hasegawa’s skirt together was gone.
“Ah… aaah…”
Hasegawa’s body trembled at the sound of her own skirt being cut.
And then—Basara had no hesitation as he inserted the blade in again.
Snip, snip, with loud noises made on purpose, Hasegawa’s skirt was cut open. And then as the bridge that held the slit together was cut, Hasegawa’s right thigh was completely exposed, and her appearance became lewd. But even so, Toujou Basara’s didn’t stop his hands.
Following the base of the slit, he cut all the way up to her waist, causing Hasegawa’s mini skirt to completely open up.
At that point, not just the slit, but the skirt was gone. All that covered Hasegawa’s lower half was the remains of her ruined skirt.
At that moment, it wasn’t just the slit, but the entire skirt was gone. All that covered Hasegawa’s lower body was the remains of her ruined skirt.
“——“
Basara grabbed both edges of the ruined skirt and made a strong stretching motion with his arms.
With that, her black panties appeared. One could see that a certain part of the panties was dyed a glossier black. Hasegawa had cum to the extent it was visible on black cloth.The love juices that overflowed from her crotch had flowed down in between her thighs and butt.
“…No…. aaah….”
As Hasegawa bucked her hips forward, even more juices overflowed from the slits of her panties. Having her indecent figure seen by Basara gave her a deep feeling of shame.
“…”
She’s so wet. There wouldn’t be any problem with him going inside her right now.
He could cut her wet panties, and teach Hasegawa exactly just how lewd she is. But Basara didn’t do that.
Instead, he brought the scissors to the upper half of her clothes—right on her knit turtleneck.
First, he inserted the scissors on the bottom right corner. With the sensation of the fine strings of the turtleneck on the scissors, he cut to the top left corner. He then cut diagonally. What appeared underneath the turtleneck as it lost its hems was her navel and garterbelt.
However, this was only the beginning. He then moved towards the fabric covering her bountiful breasts to the left… He put the scissors in through the middle area, then began cutting it carefully in a circle. With that, what appeared was the color of flesh underneath the knit. That’s right—Hasegawa wasn’t wearing any bra.
“…Sensei, why aren’t you wearing a bra?”
This is the scenario which was manifested by her subconscious. In other words, deep down inside Hasegawa’s heart she didn’t want to wear a bra.
“Because…this way you can feel how soft my breasts are even with my clothes on right?”
The words Hasegawa said with an embarrassed expression was no doubt the truth.
But,
“…Is it all for me?”
Basara asked as a mischievous smile surfaced on his face. Since he’s linked to Hasegawa through her deep subconscious, now no matter how embarrassing the truth really is; she would say it.
Therefore, she spoke with her cheeks flushed with shame.
“…When you’re touching me from over my clothes, this way… This way I can feel to a greater degree the sensations of your touch.”
Just as Hasegawa confessed to that, the mark of the master-servant contract appeared on her neck.
“So you’re not wearing any bra because you want me to touch you”
Basara softly smiled, as his right hand snipped the scissors to cut the area around Hasegawa’s left breast, his left hand began to fondle her right breast. I was just as Hasegawa said, since she had no bra, her breasts felt softer and warmer. That much was the same for Hasegawa as she was being fondled.
“Mm… aah, haaah ♥”
As Hasegawa let out a moan, her body trembled lewdly. Her expression melted in the pleasure of her breasts being fondled, and a lewd smile surfaced on her lips.
—With Basara fondling her, Hasegawa felt pleasure from the bottom of her heart.
Then, as he continued folding her breast with his left hand, Basara went on to cut the area around Hasegawa’s left breast into a circle.
“…It’s good like this”
When he cut the circles, he made it so the circles were slightly smaller than the circumference of her breasts, her nipples became exposed through the center area of the circle. And then, her nipples in the center area had hardened to a lewd state, in anticipation of Basara lewdly sucking on them. Basara as well, held this desire.
—However, Basara had something he had to do first.
Cutting the circle smaller than the circumference of her breasts was done on purpose.
The reason was obvious—knit fabric stretches and shrinks.
Therefore, Basara, moved his thumbs towards the inner part of the circle he cut—and pinched the edges of both sides.
“——“
Pushing down on both sides, he forced it open.
“Ya…. aaaah ♥”
At the same time a sensuous voice spilled out of Hasegawa—from the stretched hole of the sweater, her breasts bounced out. Having received much attention from Basara, her breasts, which as large as they already are, were now even bigger than Basara’s face. Hasegawa’s current appearance, with her left breast having bounced out from the tight hole, was the utmost lewd.
“Sensei—“
Basara couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
In a voice filled with lust, he called out to Hasegawa. It was then he began roughly sucking on her left breast. Basara’s mouth was then instantly filled up with liquid.
—The breast milk that overflowed from the virgin Hasegawa; It had a faint sweetness he had tasted for the first time when they tied the master-servant contract.
With the way Basara was sucking on her, and the sensation of her breast milk being drank up,
“No… That’s, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ♥”
With her intense climax, her voice cried out in a moan that echoed to even outside the infirmary.
As she shook her hips, hot liquid overflowed from the side of her panties.
It was a lewd womanly shower flowing out from her special place having just experienced an intense climax.
It wasn’t only in her panties, but it overflowed to the bed as well.
—However Basara didn’t stop sucking on her breast.
It wasn’t only that, but he was more intense than ever in sucking on them.
Hasegawa wasn’t the only one who wanted to reach the master servant vow—but Basara too.
Just as Hasegawa wanted to give all of herself to Basara, from the bottom of his heart, Basara wanted to make all of Hasegawa his. Therefore, he didn’t stop.
Basara suckled on her roughly in his desire of her virgin breast milk.
“Haaah ♥nooo——mm, haaah ♥ aaah, Basaraaaa… fuannn ♥ This is…. ahaaaa, this ♥ haaah…. no, aaaaaaaaah”
With the constant moving of his throat, Hasegawa drowned in the lewd pleasure from breastfeeding.
With Basara’s intense sucking, Hasegawa’s breasts which were dyed with the fever of sensuality began getting softer, and with it; as he sucked; they quickly turned into a lewd shape in Basara’s mouth everytime it was filled. Hasegawa’s nipples spewed out breast milk that lewdly slid to the very depths of Basara’s throat.
Even so Basara didn’t mind. Not only her nipples, but now he could roughly suck on her breasts. With that, Hasegawa whose pleasure was increased, turned back her white throat, and climaxed with a wordless moan.
“♥”