Chapter 695 – Wednesday, Week 8 (17)
The test period was hectic. Before coming to Balter, for Marey, the test was to receive the results as usual. After coming to Balter, his females. No, mistake.
Her mother, her guardian, and others, including her teachers, showed great interest, so she was trying to study whenever she had free time. On the way to class, on the way to school, on the way home, at home, etc.
Although she somehow tried to find time to study.
Whether it’s not enough to hug her young son tightly, she greets her with a deep hole that swallows all of that huge penis, as well as Ravella de Parwen, a mother who shouts that she will try to become the seed of her young son every night and try to conceive.
With her question-and-answer form, she somehow quickly finishes class and strategically squeezes the semen out of that tight, tight-knit, trying-to-be heir to her own family, uninterested in having a few of her master’s children. It started with her homeroom teacher, Julia Pahu.
Her twin sisters, Illien and Idrien Ksakru, who only checked the problem solving and understanding level, rushed in, squeezed the penis several times with their incomparable gigantic breasts, and trained each day as females by doing different exercises.
In a very busy schedule, he comforts himself every night with a video of his beloved master mating with other females, and the moment the master ejaculates to another female. Not only did he develop a habit of forcibly reaching a climax with every resounding sound, but he fell in love with the act of sowing seeds to women comparable to him to his master, and awakened to his master’s NTR attributes. .
Ha-woon Lee, a married woman who is obsessed with copulation with her young boy even though she has a husband, and wants to have a child with her womb full of her unfaithful sex and the seed of a boy who is not her husband.
Or Lauren de Parwen, who started with the strange purpose of teaching her how to masturbate, and now waits for her mouth and breasts and waits for her pseudo-sex acts, waiting for her carriage in front of the school and watching her work.
With the females eagerly waiting for time with boys, no, with males, Marey was physically running out of time. Although she was still doing her studies by making time somehow.
-Jururup… Churrup… Whoops… !
There were three people under the table with the nameplate Illien Ksacru in one corner. No, the two elves and one spirit king were standing on all fours and coveting the towering penis in a posture as if they had put that wonderful huge breasts into her arms.
-Ah, that’s mean! Ifrit! You can’t eat it all by yourself!
-The person who ate it is the owner, jjuuuuu!!! Right, Ifrit?
-Whoops… Yes, Illien. Ah, ah, chi, meanly… Don’t eat all of them!
While Illien’s tongue ran greedily down her glans and served her lips tightly pursed, Marey’s mind was filled with the problems Illien and Idrien had given him to solve.
-Now, don’t cry and let Ifrit-sama taste it too!
-Go, thank you… I’m sorry… Jjook…
-Really, I’m weak against the youngest…
– Who’s to say?
The three potty pets, who were serving each other alternately sucking penises, were interrupting their master’s studies and starting today’s ‘real’ lunch in the late afternoon.
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“I didn’t study at all…”
Marey muttered gloomily as she got out of Idrien’s lab. The problem was that Marei couldn’t stand the behavior of the pets that clung to her stickyly, even though she said that she would play a lot at home (?).
It was also because of Idrienne, who kept touching her swollen seminal vesicles, which were heavy and full of semen.
However, once the uterus is pierced, it goes away. To borrow Illien’s expression, on the topic of ‘a crappy toilet’, is it the end of a state where I can’t even control my body? It was also because of Ifrit provoking him.
It was also because of Idrien, who said that he was great at studying hard, and as a prize, he brought his penis into the hole of his butt that was tightly tightened and twirled it around as if teasing.
Marai let out a long sigh as she wondered if she had forgotten anything.
Illien’s laboratory, filled with the smell of chestnut flowers and the scent of females, filled with moisture, just before he came out, he involuntarily began to strain his lower body.
A spacious study room where pets will be sleeping with their bodies warmed up when you open the door. I violated the older sisters who were interfering with their studies mercilessly in the name of punishing them mercilessly with a huge club.
As well as the Ksar Crewe sisters, who had incontinence during the act, and Ifrit, who allowed the contractor’s objects to be inserted into her ass hole as a commemoration of the oath to use the toilet today (?), The last time she fell face down spewing semen from both holes .
No, there were more. Since there was no one to clean it, it was really the last time she came out, spraying semen on her attractive body as if leaving a crown to the three pets as if they were hers.
Today I’m going home to Ravela, no. Let her mom tell her to focus on her studies, even if it’s for a couple of hours. Yes you can If you ask her mother, she will stop Illien and Idrien. Marey stopped at the plaza as she always did, delusional that it would be possible for the possibilities to converge to zero.
Today, it was different from usual that there was a place to be heard clearly.
“Oh, the Bocchan is here.”
“How are you, vineroot?”
He seemed to be laughing at the sight of him.
“Did you finally break that damned violin!?”
“No, no… When I play it, the sound feels a little strange.”
Call it a hobby The violin, which she was learning from time to time with Ravela, was improving faster than she thought. She was helped by a subtle sense of déjà vu that she didn’t know whether to say that she had talent or that she had to do this.
“Come on, take it out… Keuh… Cool, really cool I want to know how I made this…”
The vine root, which received the violin taken out of the subspace, exclaimed several times as it overturned the violin with an ecstatic face.
“There is no broken place, and there is nothing strange about it, so why did you come to me? I’d appreciate it if you’d come to show me this, but… Wouldn’t it be?”
“Ah, that… The sound…”
“I’ll touch you for a second.”
The vine root handled the violin very delicately, not befitting its thick hands. She only plucked the string lightly enough to check the note, but she produced a clear and high sound that was on a different level than when she touched it.
“Hmm… Not bad… It’s not even perfect.”
The root of the vine lightly tuned the violin as if nothing had happened and returned it.
“Please play it once, let’s see how much our young boy can handle the violin.”
Seeing the dwarf bring her chair and sit down, Maray raised her bow with some tension. The subtly irritating feeling disappeared and Marey completed the short sheet music with the soft sound of scratching the strings.
“Um… Hmm…”
The vine root, pondering something, stroked her long beard, nodded her head a few times, and then opened her mouth.
“Did you say how many months did you learn the violin?”
“Ah, that… I received this as a gift and learned… It hasn’t even been a month yet.”
“…Right.”
The root of the vine nodded slowly, and served hot tea with the words to wait. The taste was very bitter and heavy, so Marei tried hard to make a calm expression.
“I thought I would bring something sweet. Hmm… The performance wasn’t bad, Bocchan.”
“Then… ?”
“I don’t know what to say either, so I brought the car out because I needed a little time to think. Umm… Yes, I have to say this I don’t have talent, but I have talent.”
It was a strange expression. No, Marey waited for the next words from the root of the vine.
“The movement of handling the bow, the fingers plucking the string, and the posture. Flawless. He has a better posture than most of the musicians on the street. It can be said that it is a specimen of handling the violin.”
The root of the vine let out a small sigh as he stroked his beard.
“But… If it were me, I would give higher marks to the performances of the gnomes playing on the street.”
“Is it lack of practice… ?”
I have to study for the exam, I want to practice the violin, I have to raise (?) Older sisters (?) Who can be called guardians… Time was running out.
“No, no, not that kind of story. Umm… It may sound strange, but the guys who play musical instruments like Hanryang over there are in love. That’s different from the Bocchan.”
“Love?”
“Yes, he loves music, his instrument so much. It’s so hot and intense that it rides over the sound. But Bocchan… I don’t feel that way.”
I know it’s a strange story. The creeper scratched his cheek and avoided Marey’s gaze.
“For fun, as a hobby, it was a great performance. I’d like to call you a genius. It was perfect, just like the performance that Lady Ravella showed when she was young. But she lacks love just as much as the young lady or the young master. Haha, you said something absurd.”
The root of the vine let out a small cough as if embarrassed.
“Thank you for your words.”
“I’ll give you a rough idea of how to tune the violin, so try it yourself and come back if it doesn’t work.”
There is a talent. But no talent Marai seemed to be able to understand why her vine roots had told her. Because when she played like Celine-senpai, she didn’t feel like she was soaked in her own rendition. I wondered why she did not leave a lasting impression like Celine, though Ravela and Lauren’s performances were admired.
Suddenly, the word love felt so far away.
