Chapter 352 – Chapter 352: Kendo Girl 4
When she opened her eyes after escaping Song Ye-na’s dream, she saw Han Ye-ji kicking the chief with the tip of her toe her.
No matter how long she had been in her dream her, the time passed in reality would not have been less than 10 minutes. She would not kick her torturing her captive just because she was bored with Han Ye-ji’s personality of her.
“Yeji, what are you doing?”
“Ah, that’s… I was suspicious because this guy strangely wriggled her wrist.”
Leaving Song Jena behind as she slipped up from her cot and trimming her dress, she approached the chief wriggling on her floor her. She did a bleed and put a sedative shot in her and she started wriggling her body her in 10 minutes? Is it because of the tattoo dye that I usually use, or is it because of my ability, but my fighting power is fucking lacking and my resistance to drugs is extremely high?
What is this… Isn’t that a living punching bag?
Anyway, Song Yena twisted the wriggling wrist her to subdue it again and headed to the next room. Because there were still some problems.
“Ahhhhh, Joe, good!”
“More, shake more!”
Three men and women who are still enjoying themselves with a bit of dirty moaning. Yes, we were stuck close to each other for half a day in our dream, but in reality, roughly 10 minutes have passed. It means that there is still a long way to go before the curse of heat is lifted.
One man clings to two women, and the other man who is not stuck in his dick he uses his thighs, forearms, or fingers to masturbate like a beast. Han Ye-ji’s face her, standing at the threshold, reddens again, as if she remembered her ugliness her in her dream her.
“Do I have to wait for this?”
“That, Constellation? If you wait, the kidnapped man might die.”
I didn’t want to take a closer look at the man’s naked body, so I took a quick look, but I thought it was that serious. There were a lot of cuts and bruises on his knees and elbows from rolling on the hardwood floor without a rug.
Of course, this is the story of a man who was a kidnapping victim, and the two strong women had no special scars, only their skin was wet with sweat.
“It hurts a bit, but is it that dangerous?”
“No, trauma is not a problem, but witchcraft is a problem. Didn’t you hear that it’s a tattoo that purifies life force and turns it into energy?”
“Oh, that’s right. That’s got a tattoo on it.”
The man’s torso, red and swollen with teeth marks and kiss marks, had tattoos identical to those he had seen in his dreams. When explaining Shin Chang-min’s nightmare, he said it in passing, but you remembered it well.
For an ordinary man, not a dream demon, a few ejaculations must be the limit of physical strength. However, if that tattoo is engraved, semen can be drawn quickly by cutting life force. It means a tattoo that turns humans into extreme pregnancy sex machines, just as insects die after mating once.
So, it meant that if I let it go until the end of estrus, that man would spend the rest of his life with the head of his cock his.
To be honest, I’m done with my work, so I want to leave it behind, but… Just looking at it, it seems that our incarnations want to be rescued. Hey, we’re rescuing all the men who jumped out, but we can’t just leave one hostage inside.
“Then, what should I do?”
“Well… The best way is for this guy to do Haeju.”
“I would never do it if I saw it full of poison. Shall I cut off my finger?”
Although his body his is paralyzed, his mind his is intact, and he feels hostility and rebellion that cannot be hidden from Ji Song Ye-na and the chieftain who is placed on his shoulder his like a bag of rice. There’s no way to break the curse when you see some kind of wild animal, not a person, trying to seize it to the point of showing hostility towards the hunter.
I don’t know if it’s because of my mood his, but even with a paralyzed face, it looks like he’s laughing at me.
If it were only the guide shaman and the search team leader, they would enter the dream and solve it, but the problem is a man with tattoos. No matter how dreamy I was, I had no desire to relieve a man’s estrus. Even if there was a way, I wouldn’t do it.
While I was thinking about it, I heard a loud voice.
“What are you guys doing?”
The voices of fairies.
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Our troubles were resolved very easily. The fairies rushed into the cabin and asked me to curse my elf avatar. The chieftain’s emotions, from hostility and joy to despondency and despair, were very good to see.
“Is this enough?”
“But do humans take off their clothes when they play?”
“I threw this human to wander, but it’s frozen!”
Aboriginal people outside the village were all sorted out, and the natives inside the village were sorted out by us. Because of that, the bored fairies, who had nothing to do, rushed into the hut cursed by their own people. Most of the hundreds of fairies went back to the primeval forest, but at least one curse could be solved by gathering ten fairies wandering around because they were bored.
“Ah, thank you, Constellation-sama…”
“Say hello to the fairies.”
“Fairies, thank you.”
“Yes, human. Do you know how to dress properly now?”
When I came to my senses, the faces of the three men and women who were having a threesome among the fairies were about to explode. Quite a few naughty questions came flying in, probably because the fairies were as curious as they were in the village. Seeing it reminds me of our Android Constellation who asked a strange question.
Of course, there is only one shepherd who leads the electric sheep, but there are about 15 of these fairies spinning around his head, asking perplexing questions. However, they cannot blush and get angry at the fairy, so the three men and women answer as politely as possible.
I wonder if the people of the Southern Continent learned how to deal with the fairies, but when I answered that they danced ridiculously naked after being hit by bad magic, I can see the fairies agreeing and withdrawing.
‘That’s a bit coveted.’
Shall we attach an incarnation from the Southern Continent who is familiar with fairies as a teacher to the shepherd who leads the electric sheep? It’s a bit strange to defeat the fairies’ bombardment of questions so easily, but I can feel the emotion. The first time I went to the primeval forest, how noisy were the fairies asking about elves.
“Then can you get us out of this cabin?”
“Can’t we just leave?”
“We are not fairies. How can we get out?”
On top of that, he skillfully changed the topic, figured out how to dodge the fairy’s question and get out of the cabin, and turned the aggro over to the chief. The leader of the southern continent search team, you bastard, you’re fucking competent in this area.
Indeed, it would be better to play with a stiff, stiff villain who had been stricken with blood than a person who was naked and then dressed. Seeing them jump on top of their hips and jump around like a trampoline, clinging to their hair and kicking their cheeks, it looks like the dwarfs from Gulliver’s Travels. Well, I have to punch and kick, but it’s weaker than my night, but it’s annoying.
How nice it is that I’m not being subjected to that annoying prank.
The mischievous kids are gone, and the fairies who have lost interest are gone, so there are only ten fairies left. Still, I was able to do something very simple about the curse my friends put on me. No matter how powerful a fairy curses, it can be lifted immediately when another fairy comes. I don’t know what the hell it is.
Guided by the fairy and heading out of the cabin, you can see the incarnations of the southern continent that have followed them all the way into the village.
“Ah, Constellation-nim, are you here!”
“Has everything been tidied up outside?”
“Yes! The few criminals who escaped out of the forest were subdued by the police, and we subdued all the bitches who tried to drag the kidnapped men.”
While I was lost in the cabin, the Southern Continent kids took care of things outside. Mushrooms, which used to walk on two legs, were splintered on the ground like felled logs, and next to them were crowds of Amazonians tightly entwined with shiny ropes.
Did only the men who were abducted be transported to the city for treatment first, and left the rest here to wait for me?
Team leader Hwashin, who used witchcraft to adjust his clothes and avoid the shirt to wrap it around the man, shook his chest and stepped forward. Guide the victim and get his spare uniform to dress up again.
“Uh, it’s me. Yes, that bitch is the target this time. Can I hand it over to the Constellation? Or send it to the academy.”
While talking quietly with his subordinates his, it becomes a bit long to pick up a smartphone because there is nothing decided yet, or whether it is decided to divide the chieftain and the general native people to take them. In the meantime, the guide shaman rattled the lantern and took out the heads of the natives that he had suppressed one by one.
Really, it’s fucking bizarre…
Each time the green light flashed from the lantern, the weeping woman’s head popped out one by one. If you look at the way it comes out, it comes out like a capsule from a machine, so the eyes of the people around you are awkwardly distracted.
“My, my mother!”
“I’ll paste it, so shut up, bitch!”
You can see the miasma coming out of the eyes of the captive aborigines in the form of attaching the head to the headless body.
Well, even if you’re a native with a primitive way of thinking, you don’t want to be dragged by the head with your hair caught.
